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A/N: Greetings, fellow readers and writers. I'm glad you stopped by and decided to give my story a read. I'm sorry for taking so long to upload. Well, this is the final part of my prediction for the next Scenario Campaign. Now, I planned to stop after this chapter, but I'm not sure if I should keep going into the actual campaign. If you think I should, please say so in your review. In any case, let's get going. And here … we … go:
Tekken 7 Scenario Campaign: Light Resurrection
Our movement's beginning
Xiaoyu did everything she said she was. She faithfully tended to the comatose Jin, keeping him alive and strong, doing everything within her power for him. Xiaoyu even asked questions about his condition at school, and read research in countless books about it. Actually, she inadvertently impressed many of her professors, who simply thought she was finally getting heavily into her studies. Nevertheless, she was diligent and loyal … for seven months, and, because of that, she was the most influential in his awakening…
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His eyes flickered once, getting a fleeting glimpse of his surroundings… His eyes flickered a second time to an incredibly blurry sight… Finally, his eyes opened to the full extent, and the room came into focus. Oblivious to where he was or could be … Jin sat up in a bed in a very dark room. Xiaoyu, at that moment, backed into the room, her hands occupied with an empty tray… and let out a loud shriek as she dropped the tray when she saw Jin sitting up looking at her. Her surprised reaction even caused Jin to jump a little.
"J-Ji… Jin…" Xiaoyu stammered out, a bundle of emotions all twisted in every direction at the same time.
Jin inquired in an inevitably hoarse voice, "W-Where am I? W-What's going on?"
"Jin…" Xiaoyu exclaimed, unable to hold it in, "You're awake!"
The next moment, she ran forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jin immediately winced from the suddenness and strength of the display. His wince soon turned into a restless shuffle within her grasp. Finally, he couldn't ignore his discomfort and pushed her away.
Stunned by his reaction, Xiaoyu asked, "Jin, what's wrong?"
Jin said in visible discomfort, "I gotta… I gotta… I need … a bathroom. Where is your bathroom?"
"Down the hall, third door on the left…" Xiaoyu relayed.
Jin jumped up, and ran according to Xiaoyu's directions, very clumsily bumping into the walls and trailing on the carpet as if he hadn't walked in … well, seven months. Once relieved of his problem, Jin stumbled back into the room, one hand placed on his head. Xiaoyu helped him back onto the bed as she knew of muscular atrophy or the weakening of muscles during long periods of stillness.
Practically giddy, Xiaoyu exclaimed in rapid succession, "Jin… I can't believe it; it's been so long since I've talked to you or seen you … but here you are! And walking and talking and everything! I should tell Miharu … but I can't, of course…"
"Who's Miharu?"
Xiaoyu giggled as she responded, "Don't be silly. You know Miharu."
"Sorry. I don't think so."
Confused and concerned, Xiaoyu continued, searching for an answer, "Miharu… my best friend… Don't you remember?"
Jin looked away for a moment as he racked his mind before finally shaking his head in the negative, a highly-confused look painted on his face.
Really worried, Xiaoyu desperately looked for something, "Well … what about Panda? … or Hwoarang?"
Again, Jin racked his mind as hard as he could. He knew he should he remember, and tried really hard to do so, but it was just … blank. Jin began scratching his head as a pained look slowly spread across his face. He visibly struggled, obviously pained and disturbed that he couldn't recall anything. Xiaoyu knew what this meant…
Concerned, Xiaoyu inquired, "Aww, Jin… you lost your memory?"
"I … I think so."
Trying to jog anything, Xiaoyu asked, "Okay… What's the last thing you remember?"
Jin paused to retrieve his latest memory and replied, "I'm … walking with my mother … through a forest… I think I was … seven."
Xiaoyu stifled a gasp in her throat and continued, "Umm… Okay. Well, what do you know about yourself?"
Jin took another long pause as he held his head in both hands, and slowly relayed as the memories trickled in, "My name is Jin Kazama… My mother is Jun Kazama. She … taught me everything I know. I love her a lot, but … I miss her for some reason… My grandfather is Heihachi Mishima... My father is Kazuya Mishima… I think I wanted … to kill them, but I don't remember why…"
Taking a desperate shot in the dark, Xiaoyu went on to ask, "Can you remember anything … about me?"
Jin looked at her and continued, "You're … Ling Xiaoyu. We met … somewhere … and we're … friends?"
Xiaoyu smiled slightly, confirming, "Yes, we're friends."
The nervousness now hanging over her growing too palpable, Xiaoyu began pacing around the room. Raven had told her the whole situation that lead to Jin being in her care, but this opened up a whole new set of problems.
Her thoughts racing, Xiaoyu pondered to herself, "What now?! What do I do now?! He can't remember much of anything, but what do I tell him? Do I tell him the truth about everything? But what if it depresses him? Then, what do I do about the things that I don't know?"
Obviously distracted by her thoughts, Xiaoyu completely let her dropped tray slip her mind … which then led to another slip. Xiaoyu's socks slid perfectly against the smooth surface of the upturned platter, and instantly she was off her feet, headed for the ground. On pure reaction alone, Jin sprang up from the bed and caught Xiaoyu before she got anywhere close to the ground. The whole sequence was a mere blur from Xiaoyu's vantage point, so she didn't know where she was … until she saw Jin standing over her and holding her up, his arms wrapped around her.
With a slight smile and a slight blush, Xiaoyu offered, "Whoa… You must really be feeling better, Jin. Thank you for catching me."
"You're welcome…" Jin replied before wondering, "But how did I do that?"
Xiaoyu immediately got an idea, bringing a wider smile to her face instantly. She quickly righted herself, and grabbed up a CD Album from a nearby table.
"This is how…" Xiaoyu declared as she enthusiastically flipped it open, "Maybe this will even jog your memory."
As she ran her fingers through the pages, Xiaoyu's eyes finally landed on a DVD labeled 'Jin versus Law T4'. She quickly extracted the disc, and placed it in her disc player. A quick press of the Play button activated a taping of a match Jin fighting … well. He was countering on time, punishing mistakes, and using offense and defense. It took no time at all for Jin to have a reaction to it. Immediately, an intense pain ripped through his temples, to which he could only grimace and hold his head. Inside his mind however was another surge of activity as a rush of images, sounds, and other sensations flooded every corner of his mind.
Noticing Jin's pain, Xiaoyu asked with concern, "Jin! Are you alright?! Are you remembering something?!"
Jin slowly spoke as he pieced things together, "It was … Brisbane, Australia … I trained in Karate to … compete in the King of Iron Fist Tournament… So I could fight Heihachi Mishima… I think I … might have even won the whole tournament at one point."
Ecstatic, Xiaoyu exclaimed, "Yes! That's right! That's all true! Is there anything else?"
Encouraged by Xiaoyu's joy, Jin reached for even more, continuing, "Yeah… I remember this fight… That basement was hot… And it smelled like a dumpster…"
Xiaoyu couldn't help but giggle slightly at the memory, and rejoiced, "Okay, but… Wow. Jin, that's amazing; I'm so glad you remembered something!"
"Yeah, but there's still too many blanks," Jin admitted before inquiring, "Do you have any more of my matches?"
"Yes, I have quite a few," Xiaoyu said as she flipped through the album.
"Good. I need to study them all. Relearning my style should bring a lot of memories."
Xiaoyu happily offered, "Of course. I'll help you any way I can."
"In that case … Do you think you can watch them with me?"
Caught off-guard by the unexpected request, Xiaoyu stammered as she fought with all she had to not blush, "You… You want me to watch with you? Really?"
Jin nodded, and explained, "Yes. I just keep feeling … like you can help me remember. Also, you were here for all of this, so you can fill me in on anything I can't think of outright."
In full blush by this point, Xiaoyu said with a hesitant smile, "Well … okay. I'll stay if you want me to."
As Jin requested (and she obliged), Xiaoyu took a seat right next to him. From that moment forward, Jin set on his journey back. It started with his style of Traditional Karate, a quest that took all of five months. Again, Xiaoyu's treatment and care proved very helpful as he body recovers really quickly from atrophy. He returned to form in those short five months, and if it were possible, he almost looked … better.
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In a large field out behind the house, Jin practiced as he did. He and Xiaoyu had been staying in the small country home outside of Saitama, a house where Wang and Xiaoyu used to stay during the summer. One after another, Jin performed various Kata, moving effortlessly through each technique. Not far away, Xiaoyu watched with a smile, but honestly … she was admiring him more than anything, simply enjoying the sight of him moving around so well again.
As he continued moving, Jin relayed the information he knew, "Miharu Hirano is our friend; she went to Mishima Polytechnic School with us… Wang Jinrei is your grandfather; he was a friend of my great-grandfather… He was Jinpachi Mishima, who … I defeated to win the fifth King of Iron Fist Tournament…"
"That's great, Jin. You're doing so well." Xiaoyu complimented with a smile.
Suddenly, Jin stopped and looked around briefly before letting out a troubled grunt.
"There's still a problem… I memorized that information, but I don't recall it. I didn't actually remember any of it."
Xiaoyu swiftly switched gears in effort to keep Jin encouraged, "Well, that's alright. What do you remember?"
Jin went back to his Kata, and replied, "So far… All I remember is my childhood and the fighting. I remember learning the style, training; I even remember most of my fights, but other than that… Nothing. I had to have lived a life other than with my fists…" He got an idea, and acted upon it, "Maybe it'll help if I ask questions…"
Xiaoyu was afraid of that. Instantly, she was transported back to her dilemma. What does she tell him? What does she hide? How does she tell him the truth but not hurt him?
Xiaoyu finally said with great uncertainty, "Umm… okay. I'll try to answer."
"Okay. First... What happened to my mother? Why do I miss her as if I haven't seen her in years?"
That question was pretty easy to decide on. She couldn't bear to tell him that.
"I… I don't know."
Jin paused again, an odd feeling rushing over him along with Xiaoyu's response. After a moment, however, he simply looked around briefly before going back to his Kata.
Simply moving on, Jin continued, "You took care of me for this past year… We must be good friends."
"Yeah, I'd say so." Xiaoyu said with a slight smile.
"You and I… were we ever … together?"
Completely surprised, Xiaoyu burst into a complete blush and a fit of nervously giggling as she stammered, "Us? Oh, uh … Heh … No, not exactly."
"Hmm… That's strange. It feels like … we might've been."
"In my dreams…" Xiaoyu thought to herself.
"Alright… What do I have against my father and grandfather? Why do I … hate them?"
"I don't know…" Xiaoyu hesitantly answered.
"Did I do something to them? Did they do something to me?"
Xiaoyu was really hesitant to answer that question, and it hurt to lie to him as she could only offer, "I… I… I'm not sure… I don't think you did anything to them."
Jin stopped once more as he made a decision, and said, "I want to thank you for everything, Xiaoyu, but … I think … I'm going to be leaving soon."
Surprised by the statement, Xiaoyu responded, "What? You don't have to go."
"Yes… I do." Jin succinctly confirmed.
Xiaoyu continued, half pleading with him, "Please, Jin. Don't go yet; I … don't want you to go."
Jin gently but succinctly affirmed, "Then, stop hiding things from me… I need to find out what happened to me. I know I lived my life, but everything is a blank. It's like I don't even exist. Please … I need to remember…"
Xiaoyu forced out even as the words seemed to grab the sides of her throat, "Jin… I'm sorry… but there are some things … I just can't tell you."
"Then, there's no other way… I have to find my answers for myself."
"Wait…" Xiaoyu shot out with some desperation, her thoughts racing like a speeding car for a solution, "I understand; I … I know you have to go … but that doesn't mean you have to go alone. I'll go with you."
"Really? Are you sure about that?" Jin replied more out of surprise and minor confusion than anything.
Xiaoyu offered concisely, "Yes. I promised I would help you, and if I can't answer your questions … the least I can do is help you find them."
The truth was that Xiaoyu's reasons were more than just soul-searching. She wanted to protect him when he needed it, and wanted to be by his side if the truth is too much. After all, she still accepted her part in this whole scenario: she was still the only person he had left, his only ally. Jin, meanwhile, didn't feel surprised or threatened by the offer, and with no reason to fear, he decided to trust his instincts.
"Okay. If you want to come along, that's fine. I feel better with you around anyway."
Jin looked around again for the third time, all three noticed by Xiaoyu.
Concerned about his behavior, Xiaoyu finally asked, "Are you alright? What's wrong?"
"I don't know. It just feels like … we're being watched or something."
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It was amazing the difference a year could make. Under the reformed Mishima Zaibatsu, the world rubber-banded, rebounding twice as high as it fell. The world was initially relieved at the news of Jin's passing, and readily jumped behind Lars as the new head of the Mishima Zaibatsu. As with the Force and the resistance, Lars continued to prove a noble leader like he always was, and handled all rehabilitation efforts with deft acuity and great aplomb. For himself, it was all made worthwhile when Alisa was reawakened three months into his reign.
One day, Lars and Alisa received an urgent call, and they quickly responded. The halls rushing by him, Lars ran through the Mishima Zaibatsu headquarters as Alisa glided behind him. Finally, the pair arrived at the video room where Nina was waiting.
"I'm here. What was so urgent?" Lars asked.
"We found something you really need to see…"
Nina played a surveillance video. Eventually, Lars lets out a gasp as the video came into focus.
"It … can't be." Lars let out as he watched on, "When was this taken?"
"Yesterday Afternoon…" Nina plainly replied.
The video … was of Jin, performing Kata in a field! Lars quickly thought of what the video meant, and its effects on Alisa.
Lars turned and asked with concern, "Alisa… Are you alright? Do you really want to see this?"
The look on her face unchanging, Alisa replied, "My feelings … lack clear categorization. He turned me against you, which makes me, as you say, angry. However, as you have informed me, everything he did was to save the world, and he made it possible for you to become the Mishima Zaibatsu's leader, which has brought you happiness. That brings me happiness as well… No definite reaction can be reached at this point."
Lars was pretty conflicted about the footage himself; he wasn't even completely sure what to do or what it meant. Of course, he knew the truth about Jin… He also knew the world would probably never accept it. At the very least, Jin had lived quietly over the past year, and his lack of activity suggested his motives at the ruins were true. Then, Lars observed Jin's movements, and there was a change in them. Jin before looked heavy, as if the world were literally on his shoulders, but now, he looked smarter, relaxed, focused, and … at peace.
"Well…" Nina finally stated, "We know he's alive. What do we do now?"
Lars fell silent for a moment until he decided to go with his instincts, "… Nothing. He's kept quiet this past year, and he died to get rid of that monster… He deserves to stay dead."
Just then, a Tekken Force soldier ran in, and urgently whispered something to Nina.
Nina quickly relayed the message, "Actually, Lars, I'm afraid it's a lot more complicated than that."
Lars exulted in slight disbelief, "Even more complicated?! How could it get any more complicated?"
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"Grrr…" Heihachi growled inside the Mishima Estate as he looked at a photo, "What is it going to take to get rid of you?! You're even more stubborn than your father."
Kazuya, inside the G Corporation HQ, observed a similar photo, and broke into a fit of laughter.
"Just can't stay buried … like father, like son," Kazuya said as he threw down the photo of Jin in the field. He then pointed to a nearby soldier, and commanded, "You, get a few men and some JACKs together; I have a job for you…"
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Their bags, a white cloth duffel bag and a pink drawstring backpack, were fully packed and placed right next to the door. The entire house was clean and everything was stored away. Jin and Xiaoyu were all ready to go first thing in the morning. In the quiet of night, Jin sat on the porch and looked up into the white-dotted firmament, his mind an endless stream of questions that seemed would never be answered. All he could was wait, speculate, think, and hope. He looked, in many ways, alone, and Xiaoyu didn't want that, so she walked out to him.
"Yo. What are you doing out here?"
"Just … thinking." Jin replied in a rather distracted, slightly downtrodden tone.
"Mind if I join you?"
Jin simply shook his head in the negative, and Xiaoyu took a seat right beside him.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?" Xiaoyu observed.
"… Sure." Jin replied somewhat more distracted than before.
"Mind telling me what you're thinking?" Xiaoyu gently urged.
Jin took a moment to think, and replied even as he struggled to piece the words together, "It's just … this feeling I'm getting. It's been hanging over me all day… Suddenly, I keep getting this sense that… that I shouldn't be doing this … that this isn't the right decision… As if … I'm not supposed to remember…"
Eagerly seizing the opportunity, Xiaoyu added, "Maybe … you should listen to that feeling. I think it's never good to ignore inklings like that especially ones so strong. Maybe … it's better you didn't find out…"
Jin paused for a moment as he pondered what she said, finally resolving, "No… I have to do this; I have to find out who I am. It's probably just cold feet… Anyway, the funny thing is I only get the feeling about my grandfather and my father. My mother is a different story… I remember her clearly except for what happened to her. I can't remember it, but I do know I've missed her for a long time… I f nothing else, I have to find out what happened to her."
As for that question, Xiaoyu didn't know all of the details, but she knew enough. But the same dilemma was still present. Just what does she tell him? More than anything, she didn't want to hurt him with the truth, but it was all too obvious how desperate he was to know. Xiaoyu, after racking her mind, finally made the difficult decision.
Xiaoyu struggled to get it out, "Jin … about your mother. There's … something …"
Jin suddenly interrupted, "Hold on a minute, Xiao… Something's wrong…"
That same 'being watched' feeling crept back upon Jin, only much stronger. The area was too quiet, too still. Someone wasn't just watching; someone was there! At that moment, both Jin and Xiaoyu looked back to see two glowing red eyes attached figure with a blond Mohawk and metallic skin. The JACK swiftly attacked with a double axe handle, but Jin and Xiaoyu rolled in the same direction just in time as the killing machine's massive arms just whizzed past. Acting quickly, Xiaoyu ran up its chest, kicking in the back of the head as she leaped out of the way with her 'So Shoe Me'. Jin followed up right behind her as the JACK was knocked toward him, and connected with a three strike volley ending with a stiff front kick, 'Suigetsu Strike'. The JACK crumbled to the ground in a heap, deactivated after combination countermeasure.
Confused and more than a little shaken, Xiaoyu asked in rapid succession, "A JACK? What's it doing here?! Why did it attack us?!"
Jin urgently said, "No time to find out. We need to get our bags, and get out of here now. We're not safe here anymore."
Quickly, the pair reached inside the house, grabbed their bags, and sprinted into the field. They didn't get very far before another attack came. From out of the grass already in fighting position rose several more JACKs and with them were soldiers with an all-too-familiar G displayed on their armor. All the duo could was drop their bags as the troops all attacked and it was clear just what their objective was. Immediately, the entire squad focused mainly on and tried to swarm Jin. Xiaoyu however was quick to come to his aid, knocking them off Jin and breaking them up into the smaller attempts. With some ease, Jin and Xiaoyu dispatched the group.
Breathing heavily, Xiaoyu wondered aloud, "Was that … all of them?"
Jin made a quick scan with his eyes, and replied, "I … think so."
Suddenly, one of the once-deactivated JACKs suddenly rose to its feet and held up its arms as if a gun were held up to it. This movement was soon followed with a slow beeping sound. Not giving time to speculate, Jin instantly drew one arm back as he held the other forward. A slight bolt of electricity crackled off of him as he took a powerful step forward. With a stiff 'Avenger', he launched the JACK backward … right into the house!
Instantly, Jin covered Xiaoyu, and both were blown back slightly by what happened next… A tremendous blast ensued coupled with an intense rush of heat. A brilliant flame illuminated the night as the eruption ripped through the house and set the remainder ablaze.
Looking over Jin's shoulder, Xiaoyu exclaimed with horror, shock, and sadness as she surveyed the aftermath, "My … my house!!!"
She quickly buried her face into his shoulder, and held him close, unable to look at the carnage any longer. Jin didn't turn around to see, and he didn't need to. He could feel the intense heat on his back. He could hear and smell the aflame wreckage. Most of all, he could feel and hear above everything else was Xiaoyu sobbing into his shoulder.
Speaking in a way he remembered his mother speaking, Jin said in as comforting and sympathetic tone as he could rally, "I'm sorry, Xiao. It's my fault; they were coming after me. I'm so sorry."
Xiaoyu quickly replied as she dried her tears, "It's not your fault; you don't need to apologize."
Then, Jin looked around and saw that all the attackers were gone!
"Strange… Who were those people?"
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Back at the Mishima Zaibatsu HQ, Lars paced back and forth in his office, his recent decision wringing around in his mind. Alisa, knowing this to be uncommon behavior and sensing his anxiety, watched on in 'worry'.
"Please, be relaxed, Lars. Your decision to wait was sound and correct."
"Maybe, but… I'm still fear it was too tentative. After all, things will turn really bad very quickly … if Kazuya and Heihachi really do know Jin is alive."
Just then, Nina came into the room.
Nina relayed, "We can stop guessing… They know. Intel reports that the home where Jin was photographed was just attacked and set ablaze … by JACKs and G Corporation soldiers."
Lars stood in stunned silence for a moment before saying to himself, "Jin wasn't exaggerating when he said he was cursed… He can't even rest when he's dead."
"I sense this is very bad." Alisa added, "What should we do, Lars?"
Lars took a deep breath and finally said, "Well, since Jin is alive, his will becomes null and void again. And since they know he's alive, I'm sure both Heihachi and Kazuya will contest my ownership of the Zaibatsu. So I only see one way to solve this … the same way we solve every dispute around here. It's been a year after all…: I think it's time for seventh King of Iron Fist Tournament."
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In the field, as the wreckage continued to burn intensely, Jin and Xiaoyu used the only decision they have…
Finally, Xiaoyu said it aloud, "We should go. There's nothing we do."
Obviously, Jin agreed, "Right…"
Jin turned to pick up his bag … when he did a double take and finally looked at the fire clearly. In an instant, Jin stared into the flames, and couldn't avert his eyes, suddenly drawn in by something. Another electrical storm soon surged through Jin's brain. He quickly crumbled to his knees and held his temples as his mind surged furiously.
Greatly worried, Xiaoyu kneeled beside him, and asked frantically, "Jin! Jin-kun!!! What's wrong? What's happening?"
Finally, Jin's memory kicked in as a snippet returned in a flash of scenes: a forest on fire … a green mammoth man with red eyes … a hideous monster with a snake for an arm … a woman walks into the flames … she turns to reveal she's Jun before turning back and disappearing into the fire … Jun's scream rings out…
Jin came out of his fractured 'vision' with a scream of pain.
Xiaoyu pondered in a very worried tone, "Jin? Are you …?"
"My mother… Is she … dead?" Jin asked with a realization, before asserting when Xiaoyu didn't answer, "Is my mother dead?!"
"No one knows for sure, but, most likely… Yes," Xiaoyu answered with sad resignation, "You were only 13."
"So… That's why I miss her so much…"
Xiaoyu said in a comforting tone in an effort to somehow preserve the situation, "I'm sorry, Jin, for not telling you from the start… It's just… that cause you so much pain and suffering… I didn't want you to go through that all over again…"
Jin stayed frozen for moment as he took in the truth, the crushing impact of it setting in. Now, he knew this was the second time going through the same thing and that it wasn't any easier the first time. Finally, Jin soaked it all in, and sought to see if the pain led any further into his memory. When it led slightly forward, Jin simply took a deep breath, grabbed his bag, and rose…
"Like you said … we should go." Jin said rather resolutely.
Jin slung his bag over his shoulder with Xiaoyu's bag still attached to her back, and the two began walking away with the fire at their backs.
Hesitant to say much of anything to Jin after what he just learned, Xiaoyu stammered, "So… where do you think we should go now?"
"We'll head for my grandfather, Heihachi Mishima... Somehow, I think he knows what happened to me next."
Their first destination set, Jin and Xiaoyu embark on their own campaign, their own journey.
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A/N: And there you have it. Again, sorry for taking so long to upload. I hope you like it. Please R&R, and, as always, Rant, Rave, and Review.