Chapter 11 – My Father's Father

A bulletproof, black stretch limousine pulled up outside the Mishima Zaibatsu Financial Operations Building in Kyoto, flanked up two armoured SUV's. The driver pulled up to the curb, quickly got out of the driver seat, paced around to the passenger's door at the back and opened it with a salute. Out stepped Heihachi Mishima, followed by Harada, one of the Zaibatsu's top advisors. Mr. Mishima had just left a meeting in Tokyo when he was alerted of a peculiar incident that happened at his Kyoto Branch that intrigued him enough to follow up on it. The two men entered the building with Tekken Force soldiers in tow, Harada would then instruct them to stay in the lobby of the building as he and Mr. Mishima made their way towards the executive elevator.

"Harada, what floor is he on?" inquired Heihachi with his gruff tone.

"Floor B7 Mishima-sama." Replied Harada

"Repeat the report to me."

"Very well sir, at precisely 1:24pm a young man standing at 5'9" entered this building. He talked to the reception and asked specifically to see you Mishima-sama."

"Hm!"

"H-he told reception after they instructed him of your absence from Kyoto that you were his biological grandson and demanded to see you at once."

"Ha!"

"Once again, reception denied him any emittance to speak with you while shadowed by a supervisor who calmly asked the young man to leave the premises. The young man started to become violent as security approached him and attacked. It took over 10 guards to finally apprehend the individual."

The two made it to the elevator and Harada pressed on the intercom for floor B7, the elevator started to descend underground.

"The individual is now in Interrogation room 4 and we're awaiting your orders now that you've taken the liberty to come here to see the young man for yourself. He's been here for over 2 hours now Mishima-sama."

Mr. Mishima laughed again, "WahahahaHA! Like hell I would have a grandson, but if he could handle 10 soldiers on his own he's going about it the right way."

Heihachi would never be caught dealing with such dismal cases that his company dealt with, but he had never heard of anyone claiming to be his grandson. Claiming to be a son, he'd expect, but not a grandson. Something about this sounded too good to be true and yet it intrigued the old man, now 69 years young. He didn't expect too much, just look at the boy and then have him thrown onto the street, nothing that the almighty businessman, Mr. Mishima, couldn't handle.

The elevator arrived at floor B7 and the two men strode out and into a white corridor with multiple steel doors stretching to the end. This building had two interrogation floors, B6 and B7 and didn't require anything special, the clean colours were enough. Outside room 4 were two Tekken Force soldiers standing guard, they eyed Mr. Mishima and saluted as he strutted past them and into the adjacent door. Inside was dark and quiet; another Tekken Force soldier was inside and also the building's head of security. On a wall was a two-way mirror which looked into a room where two more Tekken Force soldiers stood over a young teen with his head resting on a steel table, bolted into the floor. There were two chairs in the room with the teen occupying one of them.

The head of security bowed to Mr. Mishima while the soldier saluted, "Mr. Mishima-sama it's an honour to see you."

"That's the boy?" questioned Heihachi, ignoring pleasantries.

"Oh, yes sir. We await your orders on what to do with him."

Heihachi walked past the two men and gazed through the window at the young man while rubbing his chin in thought. He had originally expected the boy to have the look of his adopted son, Lee Chaolan, with wavy silver hair and a clean Chinese face and instantly dismiss his fool's errand, but that was not the case. The young man had his head down but Heihachi could still see the side of his profile; the teen looked about 16 and had a sharp, stern Japanese face like his own at a much earlier time, his hair seemed to part in two ways, one was the bangs of his fringe that went over his eyes and the other was the rest of his hair, jet black and slicked backwards almost naturally. The way his hair looked made Heihachi stare and ponder, Strange, he looks a little like Kazuya from this angle, if it wasn't for the fringe. It wasn't only his facial features that made Heihachi stop and think, for some reason while looking at his young teen, he could feel a connection; his blood seethed at the sight of the boy. This was too much for the old man, it seemed so unreal and impossible, but somehow he felt like he was looking at a younger version of his son. It seemed another Mishima lived after-all.

Heihachi turned to the three men behind him, "You are to leave this room and wait outside until I say so, and also cut the recording of the room. I'm going to speak to this boy."

Harada and the head of security looked like they were going to object, but quickly they held their tongue. It's better to just do as a Mishima says, than to even think of not doing so. The recording was cut and they left the room with Heihachi following behind.

Let's see if you're Kazuya's boy.

Jin sat quietly with his arms crossed on the steel table and his head resting above. He'd been here for God knows how long from the time he had entered this building and asked to see Heihachi. Now it seemed like he never would, these people would eventually drag him out and toss him on the sidewalk instead. He'd spent the last of the money he had on him to get here after leaving Himitsu in a hospital in Miyanoura and now he was stuck here in this room with two guards watching his every move from behind. The whole thing went out of control so quickly; when the supervisor had told him to leave after being told numerous times that he couldn't see Heihachi, Jin just flipped. It was a side of him that he had never known was there, anger and hatred, feelings that his mother… mother… had no place in her heart for. Ever since he woke up in the burnt forest of Yakushima, he felt nothing but it; he wanted vengeance and he wanted it against that monster that attacked them.

The sounds of the steel door broke Jin out of his solace but he still didn't look up. A low gruff voice was heard from in front of him.

"Leave us at once, wait outside with the rest."

The guards moved and left the room, the steel door closed once more, then the man that entered took the seat opposite Jin and sat down but didn't say anything. The last guy to come in and talk to him didn't bother waiting for Jin to address him but went straight into questioning him without any intention of getting a respond, which he didn't. As for this man, it was obvious that he was going to sit there and wait for Jin to address him first. More importantly, something about this man made his heart beat a little faster and his blood swelled in his presence, like some sort of strange connection. Slowly Jin raised his head and looked at the visitor, he instantly recognised who it was after seeing the face on TVs and magazines; this was the Head of the Mishima Zaibatsu, Heihachi Mishima.

"You're Heihachi Mishima aren't you?" Jin asked.

"Hmpf!" came the reply, the man's head lowered to meet the teen's gaze, "And you are?"

"Jin Kazama. Your… grandson."

"Hmm… Kazama, I've heard that man before, from one of the contestants of the second Tournament."

Jin sharply inhaled at the mention of his mother, any way of being reminded of her gave him a pain in this chest.

"Am I correct to imply that your mother has the name Jun?"

Jin's eyes shut tightly as he nodded, the pain in his chest panged again and Mr. Mishima noticed.

"I see. Where is she and why have you come?"

"…"

"Well? Out with it, I haven't got all day boy; I have an empire to run."

"S-she told me to find you if anything happened to her."

"HA! She wanted YOU to come find ME? We must not be speaking about the same person! Hm, I'll bite, what happened to the women? And speak up, if you are my grandson like you claim to be, you won't skim with the details, like a true Mishima!"

This man is cruel! Jin thought to himself, but he continued despite how much it hurt to say, "Two nights ago, something attacked us and knocked me unconscious. When I awoke, the forest we lived in was all burnt up and my mother…was gone."

Heihachi leaned in closer at this revelation, "What attacked you? What did it look like?"

"I… I don't exactly remember, it was huge and-"

"Did its eyes glow red? Aztec garments? Green skin perhaps?"

Jin stood up straighter at this, "Yes, yes it did! You know of this creature?"

A smirk went across Mr. Mishima's face as he stood up and paced around the Kazama, "The creature is an ancient Aztec being that was hailed as a god by the afore-mentioned ancient civilisation as their God of Fighting. It is known today, as Ogre. I myself had tried to capture it a few years back but unfortunately it escaped and since then has been attacking and killing renowned fighters all across the globe, several of those fighters had competed in the previous Tekken Tournaments my son-" his tongue curled at the word, "and I hosted. I'm sure I don't have to say this otherwise, but if your mother has disappeared it can only mean that Ogre has defeated her, and the Ogre has rarely left any survivors in its wake."

Jin started to weep silently at the words of Heihachi that hit him like knives, the head of the Zaibatsu saw this and cautiously placed a hand on the teen's shoulder. From this angle, the boy looked all too much like Kazuya to him that it freaked him out a bit.

"…I am sorry," he continued, "But this is something you will have to accept, your mother is gone and nothing can change that."

Heihachi then went back to his chair and sat down once more, waiting for Jin to compose himself before continuing, deciding to switch the subject.

"Do you know who your father is?"

A sniff came from Jin before answering, "Umm, not really. Whenever I would talk to my mother about him, she'd change the subject. But I know his name is Kazuya Mishima, she said as much."

"Hmm, I'm not surprised. And I can't blame her for the sake of the scandal."

"The what?" Jin asked with confusion.

"Nothing!" Heihachi sternly replied, "Don't ask stupid questions!"

"I didn't." Jin protested.

"Enough!"

"…"

"Now, sticking with your father, is there anything you know about him?"

"I've never seen him in my life, my mother told me he died before I was born."

"He did."

"Can I ask how?"

Heihachi paused for a moment, allowing himself to work out the right answer.

"Your father had dethroned me from this empire after the first Tekken Tournament. During his time as its new leader, an evil spirit had invaded and taken control of your father and made him do heinous things to the world, making many enemies. Your father chose against fighting off this spirit and instead decided to welcome it as a way to become more powerful. When he announced the second Tekken Tournament as a way to deal with his enemies in one go, I entered to take him down once and for all and to try saving his soul from that evil, known as the Devil Gene."

"Devil Gene?"

"It's nothing for you to concern yourself with if you have no idea what it is."

"Ok, what happened?"

"Well, what do you think!? I'm here aren't I?" Heihachi held out his hands as he gloated.

"I mean what happened to my father." Said Jin flatly.

"Hmpf! If you should know, after I defeated him, the evil had taken full control over his body had changed him into a monster." Heihachi explained, "The man that was once your father was dead and gone, replaced by the Devil. I had no chance but to defeat this foul creature and rid the world of his existence so he would never infect another soul."

Jin mulled over what he had just heard, He's not only cruel, he's ruthless. His own son… he looked up at the old man, "Did you feel no regret over what you did?"

"Why would I? That THING was not my son anymore. We all have to make hard decisions boy; this empire is built on hard decisions that I had to make for it to become what it is now. Don't think you know better for you are too young to understand anyway."

Jin started to shake his head slightly.

"What, can't deal with the truth of your father?"

"No, it's just… I cannot begin to understand why that Ogre thing did what he did to my mother…and my brother…"

Heihachi got of his chair and leaned straight forward, "What?"

"..what?"

"Did you just say brother?"

"Yes, uhh well- I mean, he's my brother but he's technically adopted so-"

Heihachi slumped back into the chair like a weight had been lifted off and sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry? What is it?"

"Ahh, it's nothing. Hmm hmhm, hahaha." He started to chuckle, "I suppose your mother isn't a bad parent after-all, she has a bad choice in men, but I can relate to her parenting skills."

"What do you mean?" questioned Jin harshly.

"What I MEAN is that she found the perfect way to make you a stronger person, by having you compete against someone else. I did the same with Kazuya; adopted a strong boy, made them compete against one another, it pushed him to become more ruthless. Meanwhile that squirt is currently hiding somewhere from me, like a little girl HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"We didn't compete against one another!" argued Jin, stand off his chair for once.

"Really?" Heihachi relished the emotion that the teen was giving off, "You fought together or against one another at times?"

"We trained together, yes."

"Could he do anything you couldn't?"

"Well, he could play the guitar."

"A guitar? BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Heihachi slapped his knee in a hoot, "Well there you go! He was competing for your mother's affection from you and you didn't even know! Now sit down you fool! No one said you could stand."

Jin did as he was told and took his seat.

"Is he dead too?" Heihachi questioned.

"He, I-… no, I took him to a hospital in Miyanoura. He was badly hurt and unresponsive."

"Miyanoura huh? That's on the island of Yakushima I presume?"

"It is."

"Hmmm and how bad did you say he was?"

"He had blood all over him, and a huge cut all over his face, he wouldn't wake up no matter what I tried."

"And you're sure he's alive?"

"Yes."

"Even now?"

"Yes!"

Heihachi readjusted himself on his seat and went away from the current line of conversation, "Very well, now; I had asked you at the start what happened to your mother but I also asked you what are you doing here and more importantly, what do you come to me for. It's time to finish your answer."

"Well," began Jin, "I came here because my mother said to me-"

"I know what your mother told you already!" interrupted Mr. Mishima with a hand raised to Jin's face, "I want to know why YOU came here, what is it you want from me? I owe your mother nothing and if I want, I can have you dumped off somewhere and never have to see you again. So, you better have a good explanation as to why you are here and what you want from me, and trust me, I better like what I hear."

Jin understood what the old man was saying, at this point; his mother didn't matter to the conversation anymore and Jin knew that his answer had to be something that the head of the Zaibatsu would like and make use of. And the only thing Jin had on offer, was himself. But for what purpose? As his mind thought back to Ogre's attack, the answer slowly came to him.

"What I want; is for you to train me for the day that I can avenge my mother and kill Ogre. I want that monster dead, and I want to be the one to do it. I'll do whatever it takes, whatever you say, and you're the only person that I can turn to to make that happen. Mr. Mishima, my future is in your hands now, whether you like it or not. You're the only shot I have for vengeance and I will do everything I can to take it. I had always wondered what my purpose was while I lived with my mother way from the world, and now I know what is it. It's to rid the Earth of that evil and I know deep now that I can do it, I CAN. And you, are the only shot I have to making that a reality."

Heihachi leaned back on his chair and stroked his macho stashe in contemplation, Jin looked at him with fire in his eyes as every word rang true. Heihachi had hoped for an answer like this and wouldn't have accepted anything less. The boy had hatred in his heart and Heihachi knew he could manipulate it and turn this teen into a powerful weapon. This boy was strong and he didn't have to throw him off a cliff to make it so, the death of his mother had done that for him. To Heihachi, this young man could become a powerful tool in his empire, the ultimate pawn on the chess board and he was right when he said that only HE could make that a reality. The power that Ogre possessed that to be harnessed and perhaps his boy, a child of his powerful lineage, could help him achieve this goal.

"So," said Mr. Mishima, "You wish to become a Mishima to avenge your dear mother?"

Jin nodded in silence.

"…"

"…"

"Very well." Heihachi leaned back in, "I will take you under my care. I could tell you had the blood of a Mishima but I questioned where you wanted to direct it. Now that I know, I can say that you are certain of your future. And I will help you in your quest for vengeance, you have word, Kazama."

Heihachi reached out a hand to Jin to be shook, Jin did just that. Their grips were both tight and the two could feel lightening tingle at the touch of flesh. The broke off and resume sitting as Heihachi talked once more.

"Your brother, what is his name?"

"It's Himitsu."

"Himitsu, quite a strange name."

"What about it?" Jin asked.

Heihachi cracked his neck before he continued, "Nothing, but from what I know, the medical facilities in Yakushima are terrible to say the least, he definitely would not survive there. If you wish, I could have him taken to a medical facility under our payroll. They will look after him better there but that's up to you, what do you say?"

Jin was immediately going to say yes but it felt like his mind had put a halt on his mouth before he could. For some reason, he actually thought about whether he should refuse. He looked at Heihachi and saw a smirk on the old man's face, Did he expect me to think about it? Jin thought to himself. That fact was he was ACTUALLY thinking about it was crazy enough, what if the old man was right and Himitsu had been trying to compete with Jin for his mother's affection this whole time? Did he really have to be moved to another hospital?

WHY AM I STILL THINKING ABOUT THIS!?

"Yyyes." Came the slurred answer.

"Good, it will be done."

Jin was simply astounded by his inner conflict, what had made him want to reconsider? This wasn't like him at all and it scared the raven-haired teen, something had definitely changed in him and it wasn't exactly for the good either.

"Are you going to keep sitting there like a fool?" came Heihachi's low growl.

Jin looked up and saw Heihachi at the steel door looking right at him, he hadn't noticed him leaving at all. Jin got the cue and rose to his feet and walked over to his grandfather. The door opened and the two exited. This was a new chapter in Jin's life; from the day he had woken up to find his mother gone, he had become a new person. Jin was no longer the child that loved the peace and serenity of the forest, he was no longer the child who looked at his mother like she was an angel, he was no longer the boy running through the trees with his brother and shouting encouragement and banter to one another. That life was over, now he belonged to the man who was going to make him the real Jin Kazama. And this Jin Kazama had a thirst for revenge.