Author's Note: I like this chapter. I've been waiting for, oooh, absolute yonks to put this one up, but I had to make sure it was decent. It could probably still do with some fine-tuning, but I still like it. Anyway,allons-y, get reading!

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Chapter Eight: Revelations

Kazuya Mishima stood watching his son training with the red-haired Korean, keeping out of sight. He was making sure to stay concealed, so that the fool didn't come and fight him. He smirked at the thought of that confrontation; it would probably end much the same as the fight before. Kazuya remembered the boy's match against Anna Williams. It had been interesting to watch, to say the least. To see the way that he had mercilessly attacked the woman almost made Kazuya like him. Almost.

Maybe if he wasn't such an idiot…no, not even then.

A frown crossed Kazuya's face, as he thought about the way Jin had suddenly became aware of his presence. It didn't make sense for him to know that he had been there. But Kazuya had seen clearly the way the boy reacted when he had laughed.

This isn't good,he thought. He was not particularly worried, but he was slightly irritated that he didn't know what was going on.

Can you not sense it? Kazuya's Devil hissed suddenly, breaking its long silence.An unrest inside his mind. He knows about the Gene! His Devil has told him.

Surely not,Kazuya thought sceptically. But he looked carefully at his son, looking for any outward sign that he was aware of the Devil Gene. He saw nothing to suggest it, until the boy took a hit to his left arm and cried out at a volume disproportionate to the strength of the blow. Kazuya exhaled angrily: he knew what was in his skin on the fool's arm. Oh, perfect. My idiot son is aware he has the Gene.He scowled at nothing in particular.As to how he has it.…

You sound surprised.Devil was amused but angry. Surely you would realise that having a son would mean you pass the Gene to him.

You make it sound so obvious,he fumed silently.Of course I didn't! He wasn't supposed to exist in the first place.Kazuya glared at Jin. No matter, I will deal with him soon. And I will take back the part of the Devil Gene that belongs to me.

He fights it, rejects it.Devil sounded vaguely impressed.This makes him dangerous and unpredictable.

I think not. His death will be almost too easy; I may have to prolong it for as long as possible.Kazuya paused, an amusing thought crossing his mind. I may even let the old man know about his grandson's...predicament. It should make this more interesting. It may even entice his Devil out.

You are willing to risk Jin Kazama's half of the Gene for your own amusement, Devil remarked sarcastically. There are no boundaries to your selfishness, is there?

I'm glad we can agree on something.

As Devil laughed, Kazuya saw Jin's head snap round to look directly at where he was standing. He didn't bother moving, just stood still and stared back, an eyebrow raised. The boy's face contorted and he put a hand to his head, as if he had a headache. Kazuya recognised what he had seen before, when he had collapsed for no apparent reason.

Well, now I know why, Kazuya thought. It seems like his Devil isn't very nice… He laughed, and Jin narrowed his eyes, but he turned away, muttering something to the Korean. Kazuya smirked. No, not nice at all.

Jin continued as if nothing had occurred, obviously trying not to worry his friend.

"Smart boy," Kazuya murmured under his breath, feeling Devil agree. He folded his arms across his chest, waiting. Sure enough, less than three minutes later, Jin and the red-head – Hwoarang, Kazuya remembered – stopped training and walked out. The Korean looked confused, Kazuya noticed with amusement. Obviously his son had taken the revelation of the Devil Gene badly, and not told anyone.

Well, this should be fun...Kazuya thought, staying where he was a moment. I will make sure the old man finds out somehow.His smirk widened. We'll see just how resistant the fool is under pressure...

Jin had only just got to his room when the pain hit again. White hot flames of pain engulfed his body, making it impossible to distinguish anything in reality. He was glad that he had shaken Hwoarang off; he didn't want any of his friends to see him like this again. The pain intensified impossibly, and Jin collapsed to the floor, clutching his head.

"Leave me!" he hissed through gritted teeth.

Never, the Devil within him jeered. I am a part of you, Jin Kazama, and you will never be rid of me!

Damn you!Jin struggled to regain control of himself. He felt like something was trying to rip its way out of him, and it was pure agony. He bit back a scream, and tasted blood in his mouth. Digging his fingernails into his forehead, Jin tried to force the Devil back. I will never let you win. Even if it kills me.

Then die,it taunted.I will just inhabit your empty shell, and I will kill all those who are dear to you.

I will not let you.

There is no way to cast me out.

I will find one!

Jin heard laughter and the flames burned hotter and hotter. He could feel the Devil gaining the upper hand, and redoubled his efforts to resist it. He refused to let himself be overcome, no matter how much effort it cost him. He would not give in.

He would not become like his father.

You will fail!

He screamed, feeling himself losing control of his body. NO! I WILL NOT LET YOU WIN!

You don't have to let me, I will ALWAYS win,it cackled triumphantly.

A ripping, tearing, and Jin started to lose consciousness as the black wings burst from his skin. He couldn't hold on...

Devil Jin stood, relishing in his long awaited freedom. He spread his wings wide and launched himself through the window, breaking the glass into a thousand tiny shards that sliced his skin shallowly. He smirked. Let the mortal host worry about that. Right now, it was time for him to wreak havoc.

Steve, Xiaoyu and Hwoarang all heard the screaming. They were sitting in Xiaoyu's room, since Jin had said he had a headache and wanted to sleep. Now they all stared at each other, frozen in shock, as the sound of agonised yells reached them from the direction of Jin's room.

"What the – ?" Steve started, eyes wide.

"Holy shit!" Hwoarang yelled, jumping up from the floor. Xiaoyu followed his lead, and then Steve, and they all ran out of the door. As they got to Jin's room, the sound of glass shattering could be heard through the door. Hwoarang hammered on the door frantically.

"Jin! Jin Kazama, open the door!"

"Jin!" Xiaoyu joined in, her usually high voice even higher due to stress. "Jin, are you okay?"

There was silence from within. Hwoarang looked at Steve anxiously. Steve bit his lip, eyebrows furrowed deeply. He nodded, and together they both rammed the door open. The room was empty, apart from broken glass littering the floor, and the shredded remains of Jin's jacket and shirt.

"What the bloody hell happened?" Steve whispered in horror, staring at the broken window. Hwoarang looked too, and his jaw dropped.

"Holy fucking – look." He pointed out of the window to a large, winged shape crouching on a rooftop nearby. It looked like Jin, but...evil and demonic. As they stared, Devil Jin sneered, then turned away and jumped off the roof. He flew swiftly away. All three of them looked as his shape got smaller and smaller. When they could no longer see him, Xiaoyu leant heavily against the wall.

"Well," she whispered quietly. "I think we know what's up with Jin now." And she fainted, sliding down the wall. Hwoarang caught her quickly, much to Steve's surprise, and picked her up. He looked at her, and then at Steve.

"We need to find him," he said in a low voice. "And fast."

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