Chapter 21

"All that work…for nothing!" Miya felt so angry she could explode. She was shouting in her hotel room. All of the research-STOLEN!

"Damn that bastard, Heihachi!" she yelled, banging her fists on the bed. She then fell to the floor on her knees, drooped her head on the bed, with her arms sprawled out above the covers.

"Miya, do not anger yourself."

Miya looked up, swimming eyes widening.

"It's will only result in rash decisions," Jun said calmly, "This is only a bump in the road."

"A bump? This is an entire wreck, Jun!" Miya sputtered, "Without my research-how am I supposed to save Kazuya?-" her head fell back on the bed, her voice muffled, "And Jin."

"You will get it back. I know you can."

"Jun-" Miya rose up again, this time to her feet, "I wish you were really here."

"But I am. Look at me."

Miya turned suddenly to face the dresser with a large mirror above it. Instead of seeing her own reflection she saw Jun. She wore a white dress and her signature white hair band, pushing her straight, jet black hair back, her bangs lightly brushy her forehead. Her deep brown eyes, same a Jin's, provided comfort.

Miya rushed to the mirror in shock.

"I am inside you. You've known all along, yet you keep trying to deny the fact," Jun said to her from the mirror, "Because you are afraid. You are afraid you believe if my spirit is with you then I am really dead."

Miya's hands bolted to the mirror, palms pressed hard, "Jun, please, Sensei-you can't be dead! You have to be here!"

"But I am."

But I am.

The words echoed into Miya's subconscious. She finally gave up and passed out on her bed. But I am.

Miya found her self in the glass room again, windows into her different worlds linked into one. "If you don't hurry up and pick one," a voice said, "Then I will shoot them all." She looked down to see Heihachi with his men behind, guns at their sides. Heihachi had his blunt fingers clawed down into twelve year old Miya's shoulder. She was crying.

"But I-I can't choose one-" Miya sputtered.

Heihachi laughed, "You can't have it all."

Miya looked around at them all wildly. "But these worlds-they're only places made up of memories. Different people and things said-different atmospheres. They may be my different worlds but-they are from memories. I can't just take them back."

"Where do you want to be?" Richard asked.

"Where do you want to go?" Violet asked.

"Wait-" Miya began.

"Who do you want to see?" Xiaoyu asked.

"Where would you rather be?" Nina asked.

"Shut up-shut up!" Miya screamed, "No! No!"

"Ready and-" Heihachi raised his hand off little Miya's shoulder, ordering his men.

"Wait Miya!" a voice broke free, "Don't listen to them!" Jun who had been standing behind one wall fazed through the glass and rushed to Miya. Kazuya came to the wall but couldn't go through. He beat his fists angrily on the glass. Suddenly that's what they all began to do.

Miya held her ears. Jun bent down beside her, arms spread around her. She held Miya, shouting over them, "It's not what you want, it's about what you need! This is a nightmare Miya! It's really me, Jun! I'm not another memory like them!"

Miya glanced up at Jun, flustered, eyes wild with fear.

Jun then said softly, "Who needs you. That's who you choose."

"Fire!" Heihachi commanded. Bullets sailed through the floor and walls. The glass disintegrated, the images breaking away. Miya fell down into the dark, arms and hair flying up. She looked up, as she went down, the tears from her eyes floated up, not like rain, but floating little droplets in still time. "Jun!"

Jun stood on an invisible platform looking down at Miya with a calm expression.

"Jun!"

Suddenly she hit something solid, "Oof!" forcing her eyes to close. She lay on her stomach, arms limply laying above her.

She could smell-earth. Damp earth. Her hands stirred and she could feel something rough and scratching. She rose her head up and opened her eyes. Leaves and pine needles covered the forest floor. She looked up to see branches and leaves, greens cascading over each other making different shades. Little holes of blue peered through the branches, showing the sky.

She stood, dusting herself off, "Please let this be a different dream." She looked out in front of her, "Wait a second." She heard the soft trickle of water ahead. She began to walk, a smirk appearing, "I know this place…"

She walked carefully through the familiar woodland, pushing aside branches, following the sound of water. She came out to a bank and saw a short figure standing at the edge of the waters, arms hanging at his sides, rocks in-between his fingers. "I have no father. I have no friends. I have no home."

Miya stepped a bit forward seeing who the boy was. To what he said he was supposed to be fifteen. However, the last she saw him he was thirteen; she didn't know what he looked like at fifteen.

"My mother is dead," he whimpered. He threw a rock out to the water. Instead of skipping like it usually did it went it with a kerplunk!

"Miya would know what to do," he same to him self, the rocks dropping out of his hands, to the dirt, "But she's gone. My girl is gone."

My girl is gone, rung in her ears.

"No!" she ran to the boy, and slammed to her knees to be at his level, turning him around. "No, I'm here! Jin, it's me!"

His brown eyes studied her face blankly. She pulled him into an embrace, holding him close, "I'm here. I'm here."

Miya's eyes fluttered open. Daylight drifted across the bed. He needs me. But I-I-

Tears spurted from Miya's clouded jade eyes, "Jun, I don't know what to do anymore. I've nowhere to turn-I don't even know what I want to do."

"Go outside."

Miya raised her eyebrows, leaning off the mirror, wiping her eyes, "Huh?"

Jun pointed past Miya to the door, "Outside. Now. I'm promise you won't regret this."

Miya half groaned and half sighed. She pulled on her tennis shoes and went outside, locking her door. She walked across the terrace and down the stairs. What am I supposed to be looking for?

"Walk down the block. You'll see." Jun's voice had a cunning tone to it. Miya was curious. She knew she needn't be worried. This was Jun after all.

Miya walked down the sidewalk. Her eyes went from one person to another, quickly. "It's not a person."

Miya rumbled to herself, "What is this, I spy?"

Miya eyes then drifted to the buildings and shop windows. The rounded the corner to the drugstore to see plenty flyers and posters taped up in the window. She stopped dead in front of the window. THE KING OF IRON FIST TOURNAMENT 4.

"Oh my-"she grabbed her cell phone head inside the store beginning to dial. She came up to the counter, holding the phone up to her ear, "Do you have any more flyers like that iron fist poster on the window?"

The lady smiled reached under the counter, "Sure," and handed her the flyer. She looked down at it with frantic eyes.

"Hello?" the line connected.

Miya skimmed over the flyer, "-H-Hey, Xiao."

"Hey, Miya. Whatcha doing?" Xiaoyu asked, voice rising in volume.

A grin began to spread across Miya's face, "I'm coming home."

"This is where we split," Miya said picking up her bags off the line at the airport. Kazuya swung his bag on his shoulder. She couldn't see his eyes behind his shades and it made her slightly nervous.

"Goodbye, Kazuya," she kissed two fingers and flicked them towards him. He looked at her over his shoulder and saluted her with two fingers at well, without kissing them.

She smirked, I knew it.

He turned and walked away.

He may threaten me if I claim him as my friend-

"But even he knows someone's bound to break through his shell, "Jun finished her thought.

"And I guess you broke through his," Miya asked.

"In a way."

Miya sighed, "Let's find Jin."

"I'm so glad you called," Xiaoyu welcomed Miya in her apartment. Miya stepped in and dropped her bags to the floor.

"And I'm so glad you're back!" Xiaoyu squealed, holding her arms out.

Miya accepted the hug with a laugh, "It's good to be back. Did you hear about the tournament before I called?"

"No," Xiaoyu answered, "But after you did I looked it up on my computer. It starts soon."

Xiaoyu picked up one of Miya's bags and Miya picked up the other, "Are you going to enter?"

Xiaoyu nodded, "I have too. I mean what if Jin enters? I figured if we both entered-"

"I was thinking the same thing," Miya agreed, "We could find him. There's other motives for me too…but Jin's the main one."

"Grahhh!" Panda crawled over to them in a hurry when they entered the living room.

"Panda!" Miya laughed, "Hello!"

Panda raised on her hind legs, making some response then a more serious growl.

"I know, I know!" Miya unzipped one of her bags and pulled out a long wrapped bundle, "I kept my promise." Panda ripped the paper off to find several cut stalks of bamboo. Panda cheered with delight and hugged Miya, popping her back. "Okay, ow-owowow! Miss-you-ah too!"

Panda dropped her and Xiaoyu informed Miya, "Panda's coming too. She's going to help us."

Miya nodded, "That's good. Hey, I saw you in the last tournament Panda! You were-amazing!"

Panda waved her paw out, "Ragh!" meaning something like 'Oh, you're too kind!'

Miya slammed on the couch by Xiaoyu, "It's just that I wish I had entered the last tournament. My aunts had entered!"

"And your mom?"

Miya shook her head, "No…but my aunts might enter this time."

Xiaoyu then leaned forward, suddenly realized, "What if Hwoarang enters! He was in the last one!"

Miya rolled her eyes, "I don't care. No matter who it is, how strong they are! I just don't care," she put her fists on her hips looking out the corner of her eyes, "Nothing is holding me back this time."

And so now we travel into Tekken 4. Comments, criticism, and questions are all looked forward to.