so this is the first fic i'm going to post here, i'am at the moment very pleased with the work so far. And i have had this account for years and finally i've got the courage to post something.
so be kind to review and let me know what you think, (and if you want more)
disclaimer: i do own any parts of tekken or the characters in this fiction, but are property of namco bandai and their respective owners.
Prologue.
A shadow stood on top of a building, tall and strong, the shadow looked into a window not so far placed from her. She stood on the edge of the building the harsh wind blowing around her, she stood and demonstrated for it her power not moving aside one inch. She was only revealed by the gentle light from the moon. The cold night air played with her long hair, revealing her shape. She stood there looking down on the city, thinking about the past not so long ago. She shot her head up looking at the room behind the window, analysing the figure that lay in the bed. The time had come…
"Time for a visit" she stated to her self and the cold night air, and she walked out of the edge off the building.
A man woke up his heart racing. He sat up in his bed holding his head, every time the same picture, she was every where in his mind. He doubted that he ever again should have a moment of peace in his life, ever again. He looked around in the room not leaving his bed. Pearls of sweat travelling down his body, leaving tracks behind them. He saw smoke coming out of the drapes.
"Nightmare honey" he heard a female voice from the corner, though he wasn't able to see the shape of the stranger.
"What are you looking for?" the female voice questioned him.
"Who are you?" the man questioned the woman.
"Forgot me already?" she said stepping out from the shadow, the strong wind blowing through the window. The man stared at her for what seemed a long time, not able to recognize her.
"And you are?" he repeated himself. The strong wind blew her long her hair aside, he saw a woman long forgotten, lost in his memory, but her silhouette haunting his dreams, consciousness and life. The woman blew smoke, lowering her cigarette she looked at him.
"You…" was all he was able to say. 'It can't be, it's just another trick my mind is playing me. No it can't be' was his thoughts as his hands held his head. His hands grip becoming tighter, causing him pain, no matter the hurt she had to disappear. It couldn't be true!
The woman stood amused, of the pain she caused him, in the corner finishing her cigarette.
The woman started to walk over to his side, he sat there in his trance and obsession of getting her to disappear. He looked up when he heard her light steps on the floor. She looked down on him, from her height. She brushed sweaty hair strands away from his face. She looked at him for a while, seeing how he was captured of her, stunned.
'She can't be real' he thought, as he felt her hand touch him.
Her red lips formed a very little cruel smile.
"Oh I'm very real, Kazuya" she stated, his face turned pale and clearly showed that he was shocked and not amused, she blew smoke from her cigarette into his face. As he inhaled the smoke, his eyes were getting filled with water making his vision more unclear, he realised she was real.
"But you of all people, should know everything about resurrescting from the dead."
Kazuya woke up coughing hard, he quikly looked around. Nothing was there to be seen. The window was closed as he had left it. He stood up turning the lights on, he went to the bathroom and splashed cold water into his face. He looked in the mirror, blinking several times.
'It wasn't real, just a bad dream' he thought looking into the mirror. But then he noticed something, something that didn't belong to him. He turned away from the mirror, he went to his night table. He picked the cigarette end up, smoke oozing from it as the little fire disintegrated the cigarette. He crushed the cigarette in his palm.
"She's a live" he said, knowing it was no dream.
AN: i hope you enjoyed the prologue, and will leave some words behind.