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Blind Justice

Part Eleven: Hurricane

He could feel her fingernails scratch down the sides of his face as she let out a noise, struggling to breathe. Then he felt her teeth bite down on his bottom lip and then he tasted blood. Anger flared as he broke the otherwise unwanted kiss and she let out a gasp of air, an insult mingled in with it.

Devil Jin dodged an incoming fist, capturing it in his hand and he could hear Kaiya grunt again in obvious frustration, her eyes narrowing.

"Jin isn't going to interfere now. Not during this moment." he told her. They struggled again with her finding enough strength to roll them over so that she remained above him. Their hips constantly ground against each others and it had become harder to steadily breathe. Devil Jin's arms grasped at her shoulders, intending on digging his claws into them and rendering her arms immobile for the time being, but Kaiya had been faster. Her hands wrapped around his horns and pulled them hard enough to make it seem like she was going to rip them from his skull.

His reaction was to let that third eye glow brightly and fire a laser, and her response was to turn sharply and narrowly miss the beam of light catching her entirely, the heat burning her upper arm.

"Fuck!" she screamed, and she pulled away from him. She had been smart enough to put a little more distance between them, but Devil Jin was going to make sure she didn't slip out of his grasp. Her arm had begun to blister immediately and she shook off the pain the best she could, one knee against the ground, crushing the irises beneath.

"C'mon you son of a bitch…" she hissed in between pants.

With a cackle, he flew toward her, his wings spreading. Kaiya dashed toward him and he could hear her utter something about fighting until Jin was back again. As Jin clawed at the walls of his mind rapidly, Devil Jin had been the one maneuvering his body to evade oncoming kicks and punches. His right fist, charged with red lightning shot up in an uppercut as Kaiya advanced.

"Dah!"

Submitting to instinct, He could see her crouch down and then launch him upward with a hard knee before adding on another set of punches. With another battle cry sounding from her, he felt her boot connect with his ribs, sending him away from her. With a flap of his black wings, he stopped himself from falling against the floor and propelled himself upward so that he had been hovering above her.

'Oh, I like her.' he remarked, staring down at her, into her eyes. They burned with an anger so intense, an anger so raw that it had been enthralling for him. This was why she was still alive; she had an intense hatred for him and he supposed that somewhere deep down inside of her, there had been the closeted fear that Jin would never purge himself of the darkness. 'I like that she still believes in you.'

Grinning, he gathered up just enough power to let a laser rip through the garden, tearing up the ground and incinerating the flowers, the petals catching fire and immediately burning. Kaiya grit her teeth, running toward the large tree not too far away and hoisted herself up on sturdy limb after limb before catapulting herself at him. She had been too far away, and the act in itself was reckless.

"Stupid human-" he started to say but paused when he felt her fingers dig into his right wing and pull. The shift in weight made him stagger, and like a cat who had been trying to hang on for dear life to a curtain—or possibly shred it—she pulled at his feathers, her grip tightening. She had reached the top of his wing and he faltered again, gravity pulling them toward the floor. They landed with an audible thud, and more concrete broke beneath the force. Kaiya put all of her weight onto Devil Jin, and he could still feel her fingers gripping and pulling at the black feathers, the sensations making his nerves ignite and send pain coursing throughout his back.

His threats to maim her had been ignored, Kaiya's hands moving lower toward his back, where his wings sprouted from. "Change back and let him go!" she hissed again. In protest he flapped his wings, and that only made it worse, Kaiya's hands having reached the base of the wings where the bone had been. She proceeded to pull, as if she had been attempting to tear them off, for the Jin Kazama with wings was not the Jin she wanted. The Jin Kazama she wanted was clawing his way to the surface again in a desperate attempt to fight and feel human.

With one last burst of energy, Devil Jin shook Kaiya off his back, but not before sacrificing a few more feathers in the process. When he looked over his shoulder through dangerously narrowed eyes, he could see a bundle of feathers in between Kaiya's fingers, her blood coating them, the wound on her arm more damaging than before. He stood with ease, although he could feel his right wing throbbing. Oh, the woes of being partly human. With ease he could shake this off and demolish the woman standing before him, but Jin posed as a problem. For so long the mortal kept him at bay, kept him in the back of his mind and only let him serve as the model for what he should never become, what he should never let control him. For quite some time, Jin believed that solitude was the best answer.

Oh, how fate was so cruel to him, yet so kind to his darker half. Fate allowed him to keep his fangs embedded into Jin, allowed him to weave threads of idle threats he had taken to heart, and it allowed him to believe that it was always his family who was at fault. Fate brought him this foolish but intriguing mortal woman, who was willing to give Jin an identity other than 'monster.' Fate allowed Devil Jin to see that Kaiya had already declared him insignificant while Jin had purpose. Fate gave the demon a reason to fight for something other than chaos and self satisfaction, that reason being existence. Kazuya had learned to control the power that lurked within him, but Jin had not. For as long as he had been forcibly steeped into temptation and other things this world and its people deemed vile, he still looked toward the light every now and then.

"You will not get rid of me, Kaiya." he grinned, "I will exist within Jin forever."

Kaiya remained silent, her gaze hardening before she managed a small smirk, "That's the first time you called me-"

He hadn't bothered to hear her response, as he willingly let Jin reach the land of consciousness, his horns reverting back into his skull and his wings slowly disappearing along with the marks on his body. He would let her have this victory, and Jin as well.

"A whole fucking garden got demolished, and nobody saw a damned thing?" Hwoarang snorted as his eyes skimmed the paper before he tossed it across the table where a confused Steve Fox collected it to read through another article.

"What can you do? People are more excited about Heihachi kicking the bucket than a garden getting totaled and looking like a bomb hit it." he remarked it, looking over the paper to see Hwoarang light up a cigarette and Baek snatch it up and put it out and scold him for not asking if Steve minded it.

"I'm still just a tad concerned…" Baek remarked, ignoring as Hwoarang grumbled and got up from the table and walked around the railing that had served as a means of blocking off the restaurant from non-customers before lightning up his cigarette, "We don't know who the benefactor of the tournament is."

"Isn't it the Mishima Zaibatsu?" Steve questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, yes, but usually we'd see Heihachi Mishima's face everywhere promoting it. With him being dead…it's unsettling knowing some unknown person is pulling the strings. Heihachi Mishima has always struck me as a man who usually does everything with his own strength. His motives are questionable at best, but…" Baek trailed off.

"I get it. I've got a bone to pick with the Mishima Zaibatsu in any case, so I'll figure it out come tournament day!" Steve responded rather cheerfully, more than likely as a means to change the subject.

"Your lunch has arrived, enjoy!" the happy voice of the waitress spoke politely, setting the plates down and going on about her business. By then Hwoarang returned to the table and lunch was enjoyed in silence. There was no need to discuss the tournament when the prospect of filling an otherwise empty stomach was present.

Jin had been retracing the steps that got him and Kaiya back to the hotel room without being questioned too harshly as to why they were both bleeding and beat up. It was far too easy crafting an excuse as to why they were in the middle of a destroyed garden in the dead of night, and it was just as easy making their visit to the hospital quick and quiet. Jin suspected that her father wouldn't be happy with the medical bills, whenever they reached him though.

There had been a letter waiting for Kaiya when they returned, but she hadn't bothered to read it at all. Even as she grumbled something about him needing to take a shower over breakfast and the newspaper, the letter remained untouched. The tournament was in just one more day, and those nightmares had returned again. Devil was still eating away at him, his insatiable appetite for destruction becoming more and more obvious when day melted into evening. The more that mysterious power he had been sensing for a couple of days lingered, the more restless Devil had become.

"Sorry." he apologized suddenly, catching Kaiya's attention.

"Hm? What for?" she asked.

"That," he replied, pointing to her stitched up arm, "And…well, that." he finished pointing to the obvious mark on her neck. Kaiya blinked and turned to look in the mirror before raising an eyebrow. Soon, she broke out into laughter, and then came the confused expression on Jin's face. He was being sincere with his apology the last time he checked.

"Eyebrows, relax. Would it make you feel better if I apologized for taking your virginity?" Kaiya laughed, "You know, just so you don't feel so alone on the apology front."

Jin made another face before looking out the window. The last he heard, it was better if the moment was planned and not…spontaneous. Then again, a girlfriend was the least of his concerns so she couldn't fault him for apologizing or anything of the sort.

"C'mon Jin, it's okay really. It happened." Kaiya responded finally, patting his shoulder. Obviously not being able to resist teasing him, she grinned. "Thanks for letting me top by the way."

Very desperate to change the subject, he held up the letter in front of her, "You didn't read it."

Kaiya took it, ripping it open and pulling out the paper inside, "Since it's on your mind so much…"

"So you're really going to do this? For a time machine?" Miharu questioned her best friend, watching Xiaoyu slip on her cherished light-up bracelets and check to make sure her pigtails were perfect and bouncy. Just a hint of gloss, and she would be ready to either go out on a cosplay themed date or lure fighters into a false sense of security.

"Yes! Mi-chan, this all started because Heihachi threw poor Kazuya off that cliff! Kazuya wouldn't have been so mean now and then I'd be with Jin! The scientist said he could help me if I get the funds for the time machine! Jin won't have to run away anymore and finally…" Xiaoyu trailed off before a dreamy look encompassed her features. Miharu sighed before stuffing her schoolwork into her bag and closing it.

"Why don't you help me out, Mi-chan?" Xiaoyu cut in suddenly, pulling her best friend out of the chair.

"I'm not going to help you find your boyfriend if you can't even help me find one, Xiao!" Miharu protested, glaring. Xiaoyu had already been tugging her out the door and into the warm air and the crowds of busy people. Xiaoyu had been so busy on making Miharu tag along, she wasn't even aware that she made the auburn-haired woman slam into someone and make them spill their coffee.

"Hell!"

Miharu yanked away from Xiaoyu who yelled in protest and turned to look at the person she undoubtedly pissed off. "I'm sorry about that! My friend's being insufferable at the moment!" Xiaoyu had started pulling Miharu along again, yelling meaningless apologies. When the dark haired girl had her mind set on something involving Jin, it wouldn't be switching anywhere else.

"Mi-chan! Let's gooo!" Xiaoyu near whined.

"I-If I see you again, I'll buy you another coffee sir!" Miharu apologized quickly, looking over her shoulder a couple more times before being forced to look ahead before Xiaoyu made her trip over something like a rock.

"Tougou, we're going to be late-" Lars started to say before pausing, "What happened? Hole in your bottom lip my friend?"

"You're buying me a new shirt." Tougou snorted, continuing on ahead, "People today, always in a rush…Though I'll hold her to that coffee."

"Her?" Lars questioned, his eyebrow raising and a smirk appearing on his lips, "Did you at least get her name?"

By the time Tougou turned around again, the girl was completely out of sight.

"Mayumi, I will make sure our daughter returns home." Hideki spoke into the phone, "Will you wait for her?"

"What about you, Hideki? When will you return home?" Mayumi asked softly, "When will I stop being the only one home?"

"Mayumi…" Hideki began, looking for something to say. She was always the patient and doting wife, and now it seemed as if her patience had been wearing thin. It wasn't a surprise, in fact part of him wondered if she would ever leave and never return. "When this is all over…I'll come back too."

Mayumi sighed, "You and Kaiya are just alike, rushing off at the prospect of saving a friend…a person who may be too far gone."

"If Kaiya is anything like you Mayumi, she will reach her limit and return home. She's nothing like me, she has never forgotten you."

"I hope you're right, Hideki." Mayumi finished and hung up abruptly. Hideki hung up his phone and groaned in frustration. The memory of his conversation with Kazuya sprung to his mind. He had asked the other why he was entering the tournament if he had already killed the people responsible for trying to get rid him. Kazuya mentioned something about a power he could never understand, and how the desire to get rid of his family ran rampant and made his blood cry out for it. The Mishima lived to fight, they lived to fight each other especially. Nothing and no one else mattered and it was as if it was set in stone. Kazuya warned Hideki that if he became an obstacle, he would be taken out.

"Sorry Kazuya, my daughter is of great importance." Hideki mumbled, leaving his office.

"Alright, so there. I fixed up your bike again." Izumi's tired voice huffed before she revved the engine, the loud sound echoing through the shop and startling some of the nearby customers. Her eyes settled on Baek before she bowed her head, "Please make sure he doesn't total this one too."

Hwoarang muttered some more incoherent Korean as Baek chuckled and nodded his head and accepted Izumi's card. "I'll make sure of it. Thank you for looking after him here in Japan."

"Eh, it's no problem! Can't spend forever fighting, right?" Izumi responded, getting off the bike and gesturing to it. Baek had to do a double take at first; she seemed so tiny, too tiny to be sitting on a monster bike, let alone working with them. Wisely he looked elsewhere when he noticed her eyebrows furrowing and her mouth twisting into a frown—her height was clearly one of those subjects not to be mentioned.

"Thanks again, Squirt!" Hwoarang grinned, getting onto the bike, "I'll be back after I win the tournament!"

"Yeah sure!" Izumi teased, bumping her fist with his, "I'll be watching you get your ass kicked on TV though, so don't fuck up too bad, kay?"

Hwoarang handed the helmet to Baek, and it was time for the older man to give his student another look. There was no way in hell he was getting on that two-wheeled death machine. Not after the last time.

"C'mon! I don't want you to walk to the tournament." Hwoarang insisted, frowning. If Baek and Izumi didn't look twice, they would've almost pegged him to be pouting.

"I'm not going to hit a mailbox again! Especially if you stopped pointing out that I was going too fast and stopped being a backseat driver!" the man insisted and Baek shook his head.

"Walking." he responded, heading toward the shop's door. "I'll meet you there."

Hwoarang crossed his arms, watching Baek until he was out of sight. Soon, he leaned against the bike, still thoroughly annoyed. Izumi slapped his shoulder and put her hands on her hips.

"You're not going to really let him walk alone are you? Go with him or something! I'll bring your bike to you." Izumi finished, walking off to get her helmet while muttering.

"Squirt, he's an old man who can take care of himself." Hwoarang started to say, getting off the bike and letting Izumi take his place. Izumi fastened the helmet with ease, nodding her head.

"Yeah, yeah. Go walk with him." she responded, "Directions, give 'em to me."

Soon, Hwoarang watched her speed off before walking out of the shop and catching up to Baek. He appreciated him more than ever before.

"You never told me what was in the letter." Jin responded to Kaiya as they neared the crowd of tournament participants. Clearly it was a sea of familiar faces, with some new ones speckled in just to keep things fresh and updated. Jin recognized Eddy Gordo and Julia Chang with ease. He could also remember Marshall Law and Paul Phoenix, and the boxer who had gotten into that fiasco with them in the last tournament.

He spied a face he hadn't seen before, a platinum blonde haired woman. Her hair was perfect and straight bangs framing her face, lips and eyelids dusted pink, blue eyes mischievous. Someone never told her about the dress code, because not only did that frilly white dress with a res ascot look out of place, it looked both flimsy and expensive.

Just a few feet away stood a pale faced man in a brown uniform, scar stretching past his lips, black hair pulled back just a bit and his almost zombie like eyes staring into space. He wasn't bothered in the least at the commotion around him, whatever was on his mind being much more important.

"It was nothing important, don't worry yourself. It's time we fix everything, right?" Kaiya replied finally, cracking her knuckles.

"Yes." Jin responded, "At least lie to me and say you'll be careful."

"As you wish, Eyebrows. I, Kaiya Sato will promise to be careful and not the least bit reckless this tournament. Scout's honor." Kaiya grinned.

The commotion had died down instantly when a woman took center stage. Jin had never seen her before, black hair pulled back into a tight bun, royal blue suit form fitting and neatly pressed, black heels commanding respect even if she did look like a random pencil pushing employee at the Mishima Zaibatsu.

"Ladies, Gentlemen…and…animals I suppose," the woman spoke after clearing her throat, "Allow me to welcome you to the King of Iron Fist Tournament! My name is Aishun, and I'm the announcer and hostess of this tournament. Even if Heihachi Mishima is dead, that doesn't mean the Iron Fist tournament dies with him. That'd be rather droll and absolutely no fun at all! Now I bet you're all itching for a good fight, so let's begin! The starting matches were selected randomly, and will go from there! Ooooh it's going to be like reaching into a mixed bag of goodies! You don't know who you're fighting after your first fight! If one of you manages to make it to the final match, your chances of becoming owner of the Mishima Zaibatsu become thaaat much more greater!"

The woman continued gallivanting around the stage, stopping once to lean against the podium that had been placed there, "Ohhhh, good luck participants! Now, let the fighting begin!"

As the line up began to be announced, Kaiya turned to look up at Jin who had been watching Aishun all the while. The woman was nothing more than a puppet performing the will of her controller.

"So? What 'cha think?" Kaiya asked finally.

"I'll-"

"JIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!" a voice squealed, prompting Kaiya to cringe a little and try and find the source. Jin already knew who the shrill cry belonged to, but never the less he was still surprised to see Xiaoyu pushing her way through the crowd with gusto as if seeing him was more important than politeness.

"Xiao-" he started to say, turning to face her, still feeling mildly uncomfortable when she all but hugged the living hell out of him. It was nice to see her, yes, but he needed to breathe and remind her that it was still much too dangerous to be here, especially if the benefactor of this tournament had another person act in their place.

"Oh, Jin, I'm so glad you're here!" Xiaoyu began, "I know I wasn't supposed to enter the last tournament, but you sent me that message and I had to! I didn't find you then, but I did now! Don't worry, when I win the tournament and go back in time and fix everything, we'll be toge-"

Jin hadn't been aware that he was mentally praising the gods that she had stopped rambling. It was in Xiaoyu's nature to do so, but sometimes his friend was a whirlwind of nothing but talking and optimism that sometimes when he was with her, it was hard to keep up…and stay ahead because her grip on him was iron clad.

"Oh! Hi! Who're you?" she asked, her eyes falling on an amused Kaiya.

"Kaiya. Knew Eyebrows over here when we were kids." the brown haired woman answered, bowing just a little. She reached up to adjust the tie on her ponytail before dusting off her hands and sparing Jin one more look.

"Well! Looks like I'm taking on some guy with a weird Mohawk. It says he practices Muay Thai. Good luck out there!" she said turning around.

"Remember your promise to me." Jin told her. Of course her promise was a blatant lie, but he was willing to let a small part of him believe she would try and keep it. It had taken him some time to accept it, but Kaiya really made no plans to go anywhere except to places that would help him purge the monster that he didn't wish to embrace and associate himself with anymore.

"Yeah, yeah. Scout's honor and all that. Good luck in your matches Eyebrows!" Kaiya replied, walking off through the crowd, "Remember, if you fight hard, I will too!"

Jin watched until she was out of sight, only brought back to the present by Xiaoyu.

"Jin, why does she call you Eyebrows?" she asked quietly.

"It's…just a term of endearment I suppose." he answered.

"Oh! So…what did she promise you?" Xiaoyu asked, tilting her head.

"That's just between me and her, Xiao." Jin answered in turn.

He really shouldn't have been surprised when she continued with the third degree, even after her match-up against Julia Chang had been announced. With both women gone, it was finally time to get down to business. There wouldn't be any more distractions from here on out.

His eyes fell on Aishun, who had been watching him with an amused smirk before walking off happily.

'Just a tad closer, Jin.' Devil remarked idly, happy with Jin's shift in demeanor. 'What, you didn't think I was gone completely did you?'

'No, unfortunately. But you will be after this.'

'Keep dreaming, boy. By the time this tournament is over, everything I've wanted will be within my reach, and everything shall be molded to my whim. Everything and everyone will know me. Now go, fight toward the power that's been eluding me!'

End Notes: And there's part Eleven. I hope you've enjoyed it to some extent as I had a little bit of fun writing this. Part Twelve will give us fight times and some kind of tension!