Sorry it took me so long to updated this chapter. But thank you for those who reviewed my last chapter. I can tell you're very eager to read more of this story. Chapter 6 is finally up. I promise that there isn't gonna be any mistake in here. Might be a little humor and more action in it, of course, but enjoy ;)

Chapter 6:Emotional Pain

Everything flashed before his eyes. It was kinda coming clear to him. But he still needed more answers. Visual proof.

Jin appeared before a five star hotel. It was kinda of like the same hotel he went to during the Fifth tournament. But not exactly. He wondered who was the contestants of the First King of Iron Fist. Of course his father, but did his mother?

Jin looked around to see any contestants that looked familiar. Luckily he seen one, or two.

"C'mon Marshall, I'm tellin ya. This is where we're gonna to win the prize money and get drunk when we want." Paul said,"Also, we can get all the babes." nudging Law, who basically didn't get what Paul was saying.

"The prize money does sound great and the booze, but I'm married you know."

"Oh yeah." Paul said rather stupid. "Well I'm gonna get me all the sexy ladies, then. Maybe you could..." Paul stop himself before he could say anything else. His own eyes caught the sight of a beautiful woman. She was slim, petite. Had medium length blond hair that was tied into a ponytail. She was wearing a purple biker suit with her cleavage exposed. It was all good to be true Nina Williams.

"What the hell, Nina! I never knew she was in the First Iron Fist Tournament!" Jin was surprise. Nina still looked the same now. She like over forty by now! Old enough to be his mother! Was she taking botox or something?

"Damn, this is awkward. I'm guessing Anna is here to, the slut. Or whore. Maybe a prostitute?"

At of nowhere, Angel slap Jin upside the head. "Such language, I shall never tolerate." Angel said, narrowing her eyes at Jin.

"Oww! Damn that hurts. It's like you just bitch slapped me."

SMACK!

"OWWW! OKAY, OKAY! No more slapping, please! I won't swear anymore." Jin rubbed his swore cheek that was now red as a tomato. It hurted like hell. It felt like the same pain his mother gave him when she slapped him for stealing candy from the store. Not getting into details, but he learned his lesson from that.

"Good. I tell you, your just like your father. Always cursing and swearing, especially to his bodyguards when they tried to touch or talk to me."

"They did what?" Jin was confused.

"Oh nothing, nothing. Nothing at all." Angel said rather nervously. Not much of her character. "Let's just get the job done here so we can go on to the next, shall we."

"Um, okay." Jin didn't have anything else to say.

'Is it me, or Angel isn't herself. Is she on drugs?'

'That was a close one. Almost blew my cover.' Angel thought.

"All Iron Fist contestants, please report to the arena in a half in hour. All Iron Fist contestants, please report to the arena in a half an hour."

"Looks like we better be heading there too." Angel remarked.

"But I didn't get too find my father yet." Jin sounded like a little kid.

"We'll see him there too. Now lets go."

Everyone was present to the arena as requested. Jin was standing in the background while Angel was floating in the air next to him like always. It wasn't much of a crowd like the other tournaments. In fact there was only eight contestants entering. But where was his father? Who can miss a guy with spike hair that looks like the shape of a duck ass or tail and has scars on his face, along with his left eye red and the other green. When exactly did he get that red eye from in the first place?

"Welcome to the King of Iron Fist Tournament." said a deep voice. Jin looked up to see that Heihachi was in the box. It's no surprise that he's hosting the tournament.

'That diaper wearing bastard.'

"All of you have been selected carefully. Everyone of you will pick a number from the box and show it to the referee. Whoever number is next to whoever will go against each other. The rules are simple. If a fighter gets a ring out or gets knocked out is the loser of the match and the fighter advances to the next battle. The last one standing shall go against me. If it is fame and fortune or vengeance you want then here I am. Feel free to challenge me and win your prize. $1,000,000,000 and the Zaibatsu for a bonus. Good luck." With that Heihachi walked away as the fighters began to pick their numbers.

'Dammit, where is Kazuya? I thought he was in the tournament.'

Everyone picked their numbers carefully. Some were full of lust and greed and others were full vengeance. They took their time. A man in a purple hoodie eyes glowed crimson red as he approached to get his number. He made the people fell uncomfortable in his presence.

When every contestant were done picking their numbers and the referee announced:" In the first round: Nina vs Anna, Yoshimistu vs Ganryu, Michelle vs Kunimitsu, Paul vs Kuma, Law vs Wang, King vs Amour King, Jack vs Prototype Jack, and Kazuya vs Lee."

"Okay they announced Kazuya already, but where is he." Jin was even more frustrated.

'Okay I know Paul is the one with the flattop, Law is the Chinese American, King is the pussycat or whatever he is, Yoshimistu is the one with a sword and wired looking mask, Jack is the Russian dickhead, Lee is the gay looking one that looks like his ass is gonna suffocate in his tight pants, then that leaves the one in the purple hoodie.'

It was him. Kazuya Mishima in disguise, knowing that he's already revealed anyway. But probably wanted the people to know what he really looks like. Ugly like Heihachi or sexy like...just sexy. Jin did have his father looks and feature also some genes from his mother so he would consider himself as sexy like the ladies would say. Mainly Xiayou.

All the fighters left to the hotel or gym to get ready for their matches tomorrow. Oh, how Jin wished he could participate too. He wanted to know how it felt to be in the first tournament. But he had other business to attend to. And had to get them done fast.

Kazuya punched the punching bag multiple times, still not getting over the hatred over his father. He punched, punched, and punched til the bag was busted. Hatred for his father was too strong. Not even Devil could get rid of it.

He sat down next to the mound of sand that had escaped the punching bag.

'Don't worry father. I will kill you.' Kazuya eyes all of a sudden turned bloodshot red.

Jin sat in the window seal of the gym, watching his father having another one of his hatred episodes.

'Is it me or he's on his time of the month, I swear.'

Jin wondered about his family bloodline. 'Why must we always betray each other.' He thought. 'Isn't there another way to brake the curse of the Mishima's blood? A solution to all my problems I've committed or they?'

Jin rubbed his temples. He head was swimming with questions and don't know why. Where could a guy get all his answers and where. Jin relaxed himself for a bit, to get his mind off of this. He hummed a melody his mother used to sing to him every night before he went to sleep. Surprising that he remembered. Her songs always relaxed him. Even when he is in the middle of work, he always think about her soft angelic voice.

"I know that melody all too well." a voice said out of nowhere.

Jin turned around the see Angel standing by his side. " You do?" Jin asked. All Angel did was nod.

"Your mother sung it to your father years back."

Jin looked dumbfounded. There was nothing for him to say. He turned his attention back to his father, who was no longer there.

'Where in the hell did he go?' Jin thought. he looked around but no sign of him. Couldn't even feel his presence.

"That's just great, now he's starting to play ninja, huh. Well I can play that game to." Jin said with a sly grin.

'Okay. Now he's lost his mind.' Angel thought. 'Maybe if i speed up the process we'll be back on track.'

"So Jin you said you wanted to see if Kazuya got what he wanted right?"

"Umm, I suppose, yeah."

"Well then. 1...2...3..SNAP!"

The appearance of the place where Jin was laying was like a hellhole. The sky was red, trees on fire. It was like 110 degrees right now! Jin couldn't believe his eyes. Was he in hell?. A place were he could have gone cause his evil deeds? Why did Angel take him? Last thing he recall, Heihachi and Kazuya would fight in a arena or a building. Jin was starting to think Angel had betrayed him until he saw two people fighting.

"Devil?"

Jin rose to his feet to get a better look, but his eye sight wasn't doing him any good. Nor was the hot weather. All he could see was heat waves along with two figures fighting.

"Damn it." Jin cursed under his breath. He started to walk closer to the figures to get a much better view of them. As soon as he was a few feet away he could finally recognized them.

"Heihachi? Kazuya?"

It was good to be true, but something was wrong with Kazuya. Instead of his eye being green, they were glowing red. Heihachi face was almost covered with blood. He was losing some of his strength. Jin didn't want to believe it, but he felt pity for Heihachi for the first time. He couldn't help the warm tears fall from his eyes. The scene was too horrible for him. When since Jin Kazama, the leader of the Mishima Zaibatsu and Tekken Force ever shed tears for anyone, especially Heihachi and his father. He has seen scenes that was more worst than this. But watching Heihachi and Kazuya fight bothered him more. Jin hated when his emotions get the best of him.

Jin fell to his knees. He of all Mishimas wanted to end the bloodline, but seeing his family fight each other like this is just straight up madness. Of course he fought Heihachi and Kazuya only for a reason. First Heihachi betrayed him and shot at him and Kazuya tried to kill him, at least he thinks. If his mother was here what would she do?

"Dorya!"

Jin looked up to see that Kazuya had delivered a lighting uppercut along with a roundhouse kick at Heihachi. It was the most powerful move Jin had seen in his entire fighting career. But how can Kazuya put all that energy and effort into that. Jin looked at Heihachi who was now on the ground unconscience. Then up at Kazuya who's body had a purple aura round him.

Something about Kazuya Jin feel suspicious. Then it hit him. Kazuya only one cause he used the power of Devil.

'That cheater.' Jin thought.

Thunder started coming in along with heavy rain. Jin's surroundings became dull. The tree fires were put out and the sky was no longer red. He was soaked and wet. His hair was layed down along with his bangs covering his face. He stood up understanding the concept of everything now. But he was courios of what Kazuya was gonna to next.

Kazuya walked to Heihachi's unconscience body and stared at him in disguest.

"Now to put you out of your misery." Kazuya picked up Heihachi and walked up to a cliff that was all to fimilar to him.

'Isn't that the same cliff Heihachi threw Kazuya down?' Jin thought.

"Now you will suffer like I have suffered, father." Kazuya said with a evil grin. With that he threw Heihachi down the ravine, laughing with pleasure at the sight, then walked away. Now he would claim things that were meant to be for him. Like what his grandfather, Jinpachi would have wanted. Until the bastard killed him.

Jin sat there lost and in shock. So this is the way of the Mishima Bloodline Jin thought.

His surrounding finally disappeared, and now he was back in the land of Lost and Forget. Angel was by his side again.

"Now do you see, Jin?"

All he could do was nod.

Why does his family have to have so much issues and problem. Mainly have to deal with evil deeds. Along with betrayal and pain. It pain Jin deep inside, even though he doesn't show it. Why couldn't he just have a regular family, no questions asked.

That was a good chapter I have to admit. Long too. Is it me or Angel is a bit strange? Is that the real Angel or someone else? Does Jin really have a soft spot in him? Let me know in your point of view. Til then stay tune for my next chapters. ;)