A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I've been tremendously busy! I want to thank all of my current reviewers for supporting my story. Btw, a character chart of Miya is on deviant art so if you wish to see what she looks like copy and paste the link you can find on my profile into your URL bar and it should take you to her!
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Chapter 14
The months drew on through out the school year. Miya tried her best to concentrate on three things: classes, training, and ballet. Ballet for Miya had begun to lose its taste. She preferred to dance normally to modern music like every other teenager. She was considering quitting ballet. It was another thing weighing her down for money and she barely talked to Yuni anyway. She realized Yuni was just a poser.
Her ballet teacher had told Miya that she was an excellent pupil and would be good as a professional dancer. Then again her other teachers said she would have a great career in the scientific field too.
However, Miya had no ballet career in mind, either in science or math. It was too slow for her. The slower life seemed the more her mind allowed itself to think. The more she thought the more memories would get hold of her. Memories of dance classes when she was just a kid. Her mother picking her up from those rehearsals. It beat Miya up, in, and out.
She wanted to keep her promise to Jin- to fulfill her dream of dancing. She realized it wasn't with classical. She quit class soon after a year and concentrated on training along with practicing dancing in her room to popular tracks-Japanese and American songs.
Aside from everything physical, mental had taken control too. She concentrated on spirits, not only Jun's, but people alive such as Jin or Xiaoyu. She could sense where they were and their mood. She was coming to believe she was psychic like Jun. She had a feeling it wasn't just because Jun had trained her. She read being born with special abilities was random, even if it was genetic such as in the Kazama family.
The more she thought about Jun the more she began to think about Jin.
Her mind had drifted back to a memory. She blinked, "Huh! Heihachi is your grandfather-?"
Seventeen year old Miya sat at her desk, fingers tapping the table, Jin has similar bangs to Jun and spiked hair like Kazuya. He has a strong jaw line like Kazuya and Jun's soft eyes. He's kind like her but quiet and mysterious like him. She leaned back in her chair, cone leg crossed over the other.
I wonder…Jun and Kazuya. That's so odd. And I got mixed in both their lives without even knowing anything? I wonder how did they meet?
Miya suddenly got an idea and headed for the living room. Panda sat on the floor like a human watching TV. Miya always found this strange but amazing.
"Panda?"
Panda's head turned and grunted a reply along the lines of, "Yes?"
"Where's Xiao?" Miya asked. Panda pointed a paw to the direction of the kitchen. Miya bowed, "Thank you."
Miya found Xiaoyu at the kitchen table on her laptop, "Xiao can I borrow that? I need to search up something."
Xiao looked up.
"It's really important," Miya said sitting down.
"Okay," Xiaoyu turned the laptop to her. Miya pulled up another internet page and began to search up names: Jun Kazama, Kazuya Mishima.
Xiaoyu leaned over her shoulder, "Jin's parents? What are you looking for?"
"Let me know when you find out,' Miya clicked search. She clicked on the first result mainly because of the title: The King Of Iron Fist Tournament 2
"How-" she looked up, "-how did he get the company back?"
"I announced the King of Iron Fist Tournament 2. He fought me and beat me. He then tried to kill me by-"
"The tournament? But that was almost eighteen years ago," Xiaoyu said.
Miya looked at her, "Duhhhh," the slowly turned her head back around.
"Ohhh-Oh!" Xiaoyu realized then exclaimed, "Miya-none of that's your business-"
"They were my friends-yes, before you ask I knew his parents," she snapped, "It's not like I'm snooping. I just was curious on how they met."
Miya searched on through and found pictures of the fighters. She clicked through the different slides on the websites.
Host of Tournament, Director of Mishima Zaibatsu: Kazuya Mishima. It showed a picture of him. He was so young and had no scars on his face. Those scars, Miya then thought, those scars he must have got from the volcano… He wore a purple business suit with red fighting gloves, clamped with silver studs in the shape of a triangle on each top of the hand. He looked sharp. Sharp like the CEO of one of the world's leading conglomerates.
"Kazuya…" Miya said quietly, "That's him. His father."
"They have the same body structure and face a bit. Heh," Xiaoyu giggled a bit, "And eyebrows. Bushy eyebrows."
Miya laughed a bit too, "I've always noticed that."
Miya continued to look through the rest of the pictures.
Competitor: Jun Kazama. Jun had always looked so young, and kept that flawless beauty from then and even till Miya had met her. She looked beautiful and strong. Same as always she had her straight black hair pulled up in a white head band. She wore a white business like vest with no blouse underneath, showing off her arms. She wore black Capri pants, white socks, and black shoes.
"His mother,' Xiaoyu whispered, "She's so pretty."
"Jun. She was my master." Miya hung her head.
Xiaoyu looked at her, "Really?"
Miya nodded and for some reason continued to flip through the pictures and gasped on the next.
Competitor: Nina Williams
Her Aunt Nina stood there in a purple short dress with purple stockings and boots, blond hair pulled back into a pony tail. Her icy blue eyes stared at Miya.
"What's wrong?" Xiaoyu asked.
"That's my Aunt Nina!"
"Your aunt?"
Miya then clicked to the next one. "I can't believe it!"
Competitor: Anna Williams
"What?" Xiaoyu asked again. Miya stared hard at the screen, "Nina's sister. My Aunt Anna. Both in the competition? Why?" Anna wore a strapless red dress with matching red heels, brown hair chopped short as always.
Miya clicked to the next picture and gasped louder than the last, eyes horrified. Impossible, no, it just couldn't have been.
"Same last name as your aunts. Another aunt? How many do you have?" Xiaoyu seemed a bit surprised.
"No," Miya said slowly, "It's my-mother."
Competitor: Violet Williams
Her mother wore a pair of cargo pants and a tight black jacket, her red hair pulled up.
"But why? I know why his parents were in the tournament, but why my family?" Miya wondered aloud.
Xiaoyu placed her hand on top of Miya's, "We'll figure it out." this caused Miya to accidentally tap the mouse pad. The picture changed and showed up an old man in silken, tradition Chinese clothing. He had a white beard and stern, wrinkled dark eyes.
Competitor: Wang Jinrei
"Huh!" Xiaoyu exclaimed, "Grandpa?"
Miya looked up, "Your grandfather?"
Xiaoyu couldn't believe it, "I never knew he entered a tournament. He did teach me how to fight-but I never…"
"What is this?" Miya held her forehead in hand, "Family Feud?"
"It's weird, Jin," Miya said, "Your parents, my mom, her sisters, and Xiaoyu's grandfather were all in the second tournament. Your parents I can understand, and maybe Xiao's grandfather too, but my aunts and my mom?"
"Can you concentrate more on your punches than your words, Miya," he asked holding the punching bag for her. She continued to jab at it quickly, breathing hard in the training room.
"I'm just saying Jin, I didn't even know my family knew how to fight. Maybe that's why I never saw my aunts after I was about six. They used to visit me all the time and they just stopped."
"Miya-that tournament happened before we were even born," he replied.
"But why would have they entered?"
"There was a million dollar cash prize."
She sighed, "Yeah-but it just doesn't seem right. Maybe Auntie Nina and Anna were a little odd. I mean they always seemed a bit different. I even found a gun in my Auntie Nina's purse one time. It always seemed like they were alert -like they were trained. At least they seemed that when I was little. But my mom?"
"I guess their's just a lot of things about your family-and my family that we just don't know about," he pushed the punching bag towards her.
She caught it and moved her head past the bag to look at him, "Just saying."
He walked away towards the center of the room, wiping the sweat of the back of his neck.
"Jin, can I ask you something?"
He turned to her, "Yeah?"
"Do you think there'll be another tournament?" she asked.
"Why. Would you enter?" a deep voice asked.
They turned to see a built old man wearing black and pants and matching kimono with the sleeves ripped off with white tape wrapped around the wrists of his muscled arms. He would have been bald if not for the two separate stalks of grey hair spiking up, along with a matching mustache.
"Grandpa," Jin greeted quietly, "This is my friend, Porter Miya."
That's him! "Heihachi Mishima," she breathed then corrected herself, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mishima-sama."
"Agh!' he grumbled, "Just call me Grandpa Heihachi like all of Jin's girlfriends."
"They're not my girlfriends," Jin said quickly.
Heihachi chuckled a bit, "I saw you training earlier Miya-san. You have skill. I'm impressed. But what do you train in exactly?"
Miya noticed there was a dark glint in his eyes. She didn't like it.
"K-Kazama Style Self Defense," she answered.
"Ahh that and my grandson is teaching you?" he asked.
She nodded, "Yes sir."
Heihachi turned to Jin, "Why not teach her what I've taught you?"
Miya then answered, "That would be pointless. I had begun Kazama style when I was younger. It only seems fair I finish that."
He glared at her a bit then laughed, "I see your point. You are right. I will leave you two now." He smiled at her, "Oh, a pleasure to meet you too Miya-san."
Miya flipped on her bed with a stubborn face. "Ugh! What am I going to do now?" She stared at her pillow, "He may be an old man but he's like a monster. He could probably snap me in half with one kick."
She turned on her back, "I've only had a few years of training too. I'm good and he's better. How am I suppose to defeat him Jun?"
"Don't you ever listen to me really? I have told you once. Revenge is never right. It never works out."
Miya popped her knuckles one by one still aggravated, "Just a conscious…every body has one…"
"I act as your conscious. You've heard me before so many times, Miya. And you've obeyed me those times as well," Jun's voice echoed in her ears, "Why stop now. You are good. Be good."
"Would Jin be good if he got a hold of what killed you?" she spat, "You're dead Jun. Why can I hear you?"
She pressed her hands to her face holding back tears. I work my self up for no reason. She began to rub her temples, "I blame PMS."
She sat up and swung her legs over, sitting up right, facing the mirror. She looked a mess. She was still sweaty from training, face flushed and hot, and hair in a wild tangle. She pulled it from its ponytail and fluffed it out. It still was tangled and everywhere. She twisted her lips in aggravation, and again that's why I always pull it back. She pulled two pieces of her hair up top, brushing it through with her fingers, and securing with the hair bow. It was neater and at least contained.
Suddenly a memory came to mind.
"I was gonna wear shorts and a shirt, but I decided to wear my new dress instead for my birthday party," five year old Miya grinned.
Nina bent down to her, "And you look so pretty. So much better instead of those boy clothes you wear."
Anna checked herself in the Porter's hall mirror beside them, "Yeah you should wear dresses more often," then looked down at her, "After all, a girl's got to take pride in her looks."
Miya noticed the picture still pinned there on her mirror, "My mother was so different from her sisters. But back before I was born I bet they were all alike. Lips stick, heels, fashionable clothes. And good at fighting too?" She walked over to it, "Why were you in the tournament?"
Miya snatched the picture off, "But I don't know anyone who was alive then to tell me." An idea came to mind and she looked at the picture, "Then again I do."
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