AN. Here's chapter twelve. Statistics show that people have been reading this even though no one's reviewed. So I'm updating anyway XD


Chapter Twelve – A Difficult Decision

Twenty minutes earlier, Kazuya had been sitting in the living room, thinking hard. He had just finished chopping the firewood, neatly stacking the resulting wood in a pile. Now he was thinking about something that had happened just over a week ago, when Jun had washed his clothes for the first time.

He had been so sure that she was Heihachi's men, come to attack him and Jun. Even now he was afraid that he would return home and find Jun's body on the bed, badly beaten and violated. That armed men would take him back to his father to be tortured and experimented on.

He wouldn't let that happen. He wouldn't let Jun be hurt by those evil men. But there was only one way to make sure that they would never be affected by Heihachi again. Kazuya would have to leave and fight his father.

But that would mean leaving Jun. Leaving her in this cottage with no real defence or security. He didn't want to do that either.

But I'd be back, he reasoned with himself. I'd be back very soon.

He tried to reason with himself for the next ten minutes, but in the end Heihachi won. Kazuya would leave, to find and kill Heihachi. This was only because he was sure, deep in his heart, that Heihachi was tracking him down. And it was only a matter of time before he was found. He sighed loudly and went into the bedroom. He lay on the bed, weary from his long inner-debate, and fell asleep within minutes.

When he woke up again, he walked into the living room. Jun was sitting with her back to him, one hand over her stomach.

"Jun?" he asked and she jerked, turning her wide eyes to him.

"Oh. Hello, Kazuya," she said, smiling at him. She stood up and kissed his cheek. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," he replied, eyeing her cautiously. There was something different about her; something strained in her smile.

"Listen," they said together after a moment. Jun laughed and blushed, while Kazuya smiled.

"You first," she said.

"Jun, I need to leave for a few days."

"What?" Her brown eyes widened and filled with tears.

"I need to get rid of Heihachi. I'm going to go fight him, win and come back. Then we can live together in peace, just you and me."

"But that's what I had to talk to you about," she said, tears now running down her cheeks. "It wouldn't be just you and me. Kazuya, you can't leave."

"What do you mean?" he asked, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her closer. Her head bowed slightly, her eyes not meeting his.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered. "You can't leave me."

Pregnant. The word echoed in his mind. She's pregnant.

His eyes widened and he looked into her face, searching for any hint of lies or deceit. The only emotion in her eyes was anguish. He pulled her into a hug.

"You can't go," she whispered, holding him close to her. "I need you."

"I'll come back," he murmured. "I will."

"You promise?" she asked, pulling away. Her tears had soaked his shirt.

"Yes. I'll come back. I promise on our child." He put a hand on her stomach. She smiled through her tears, putting both hands over his, holding it there.

"I'll only let you go if you come back," she whispered.

"I will. I...I love you." He had said it. She smiled widely and pulled him into a kiss.

"I love you too."

He put a hand around the back of his neck and carefully undid the locket that hung there. He then fixed it around her neck.

"Oh, Kazuya. I can't."

"Keep it." He kissed her hand, then took the chain in his hand, holding it up. "This will be a symbol of our promise."

"Alright." She wrapped her delicate fingers around the locket and smiled.

"I'll be back soon," he whispered to her. He kissed her again, holding her close, then released her. She put both hands over her stomach, watching him leave with tears in her eyes.

He left, taking the bus back to Mishima Mansion. He stared up at the place of his childhood, taking in the high arches and large windows, the solid oak doors with intricate patterns carved into them. How he hated this place.

He climbed quickly up to the largest balcony and leaned casually on the rail, staring intently at the door. Within moments it opened, revealing a tall, muscular man with his hair styled into two points. He was wearing a regal pair of training pants, complete with a strange belt. He was pouring a large glass of brandy.

"You," he hissed when he spotted Kazuya, dropping both the bottle and the glass. They shattered on the stone, their fragments gleaming in the pale light.

"Hello, Father," Kazuya said coldly, straightening up.

"So, you've finally showed your face," Heihachi said, a triumphant smile plastered on his face. "I knew it was only a matter of time."

"What are you talking about?" Kazuya snapped.

"I knew you'd come looking for me. You're a very paranoid man, Kazuya," Heihachi taunted, waggling his finger.

"Shut up," Kazuya hissed.

"Where have you been? Playing around with anyone we know?" He cackled evilly.

"Shut up," Kazuya repeated, louder this time.

"Of course. Silly me. You were out there with that woman. The one who came here with that detective. What was her name? Jun! That's it. You were with your little whore Jun."

"Shut up!" Kazuya roared. He knew what Heihachi was doing; making him angry so he would attack out of rage instead of cunning. But he was falling for it anyway. Every word Heihachi said sent a fresh wave of fury through him. No one insulted Jun.

"I see I've touched a nerve," Heihachi said proudly. "How good was she, Kazuya? How long have you been fucking her?"

Kazuya didn't even speak. He just rushed at Heihachi, who dodged easily.

"Love has made you weak, my son," Heihachi said, now serious. "You will be no match for me."

"We'll see," Kazuya said, smiling. He assumed fighting stance, and Heihachi did the same.

There they fought, father and son, locked in mortal battle on the balcony. Kazuya started out strong, kicking Heihachi numerous times in the stomach and chest. He collapsed to the ground and Kazuya stood over him, ready to deliver the final blow.

"Fuck you, Heihachi," Kazuya whispered, as a clash of thunder ripped through the air and the skies began to pour.

Kazuya looked up, briefly distracted by the sudden noise, and Heihachi got one lucky punch into Kazuya's unprotected throat.

Kazuya choked, unable to breathe because of the attack on his windpipe. He fell to his knees, coughing and spluttering. Heihachi struggled to his feet, a smug smile appearing on his face.

"Goodbye, Kazuya," he said, and brought the edge of his hand down on the back of Kazuya's neck. He cried out in pain and fell to his stomach, his hands still clawing at his throat. Heihachi laughed loudly, before kicking Kazuya in the stomach. The remaining air in Kazuya's lungs whooshed out of his mouth in the form of a weak cry.

As his vision darkened and his lungs refused to bring in air, he could only think about Jun and the unborn baby he would never see.

"Jun," he whispered, drawing the word out, before relaxing completely on the hard stone ground.


AN. (gasp) Oh no! What've I done!?! Hehe. If you wanna review then please do. I really appreciate it XD One more chapter to go!!