Seven Deadly Sins
By Sachi Gosetsuke
Summary: Vanity. Sloth. Gluttony. Lust. Envy. Greed. Wrath. Seven deadly sins sprouting from a simple man's desires…
Sachi: just like my Five Roses, this one is, I suppose, a collection of one-shots linked together. I don't really want to give away the story…so no hints of what the hinted pairing is OR the characters involved. But I guess you can say this is pre 6th tournament…
Disclaimer: I don't own any Tekken characters or Tekken itself. I researched the seven deadly sins from various websites in order to write this story. No copyright infringement intended. The plot is 100 percent original and mine. Though the seven deadly sins is a religious sort of thing with Christians, you do not have to think of it as such. So don't get offended with the biblical references. Enjoy the story.
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First Sin: Vanity
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Vanity; the mother of all sins in which the others arise from. And the deadliest.
The Iron Fist Tournament had drawn to a close…
The young man walked along the dim corridor with long and powerful strides, the tail of his leather jacket trailing after him. His shoulders were squared ever so subtly, yet with his tall and well-built physique, he needn't try to show what power he possessed. And the casualty in his walk, and his hard, menacing scowl just made things worse.
The strong sense of self-importance seemed to be reflecting off of his strut. And he knew it. For this new power he now held in his grasp…well, who wouldn't feel important?
The men on either side of him looked his way, their gazes never leaving their new leader, even though his stare never touched any of their own. They raised their hand in a sharp salute towards the young man.
It seemed to take an eternity for the new CEO of the Mishima Zaibatsu to finish this intimidating walk down the red-carpeted aisle. Within the chambers of the newly built Honmaru, the thunderstorm raging outside was never acknowledged once, no matter how loud it got.
Finally, the young man sat down upon his throne, propped up a knee and leaned his elbow onto the armchair. He rested his cheek upon his hand almost lazily. The CEO looked almost bored, as if this was usual routine for him.
But it was only mere hours before that he had won the Iron Fists, enduring a long and suffering battle with his grandfather, father, and great-great-grandfather. And Devil.
However, the battle with the demon within him…was the only battle that he had lost.
But finally...after two long years of plotting and planning and preperation and training...he had done it. He had finally extracted revenge and managed to destroy the Mishima bloodline. And not only had he gained full control of the Mishima Zaibatsu, but had had also gained control of Devil.
Or so it seemed to him...
Because just as Devil had done to Kazuya, he was now his mindless puppet. Devil held the strings now, for after the young fighter finished his sinful and most sinister deed, Devil allowed him to enjoy himself, so that it would seem he had the power, he would get what he wanted...
And so, it began: the newfound vanity within him.
With a new sense of dangerous pride and power within him, he studied his "prize" before him, the lazy scowl still on his face. Finally, Jin stood up, as if his mind had finally been made.
Lightning struck, making light appear beneath his eyes with a deadly glow for a mere split second. And light befell the room once more…and the new Jin Kazama, vanity-filled and power-hungry, the corners of his lips rising ever so slightly, began his plan of world domination.
His usual hazel eyes turned red…
This chapter was meant to be short. But it wasn't meant to suck as much as it did… Hopefully the hints were caught here. C'mon, don't disappoint me readers. Eh. Well, you all should clearly know that this was Jin's T5 ending…right? & That while Devil had taken control of him, he still had some bit of control as well…therefore, not necessarily evil, but…well, just beginning. Thus, he now possesses a new sin: pride, AKA vanity. Comments, flames, and criticism are welcomed with open arms. Thank you for reading.