Chapter 4
"You quit for her? She's not even worth it!" Heihachi snapped, knocking Jin unconcious with the butt of his gun. Dionne looked at him, no longer afraid.
"And you. What was your excuse? You quit for your brother?"
Dionne glared bitterly, "I always vowed to kill you,"
He arched a brow, and cracked up laughing, "You're kidding, right?"
She launched a kick at him, but he grabbed her ankle, and pushed her back. She fell straight on her butt, and yelped. Her hair fell in front of her face as Xander headed for her. She kicked him, and he fell. She knocked him in the nose with the inside of her wrist, and broke his nose. She pulled his gun while he was distracted, and stood up, pointing it at Heihachi.
Heihachi smiled.
"Why you smiling? You're happy about going home... hell?"
He chuckled, amused, "You're so spirited. Nothing like your mother,"
She didn't flinch. Perhaps it was the mistake her father made.
"Much like your father,"
She still remained firm. She heard bones clicking, and took the risk of looking next to her. Where Jin's body was, there was an empty space. Heihachi didn't notice it, and she took the opportunity to take a shot at him. He was hit in the arm.
"Looks like no one will be able to compete for the damned Zaibatsu," she said as he gripped his arm. A coy sort of grin never moved from his face.
She put her gun down.
"You are just like your father...weak,"
She turned her back on him, and closed her eyes. Visions of her father and mother merged together, and she shut her eyes tighter. She tried to imagine Heihachi dead. After all, she had been imagining it all her life. Now that she had her opportunity, though, she couldn't do it. Was she just like her father?
She turned around, and dropped the gun to the ground. She turned.
"I'm no coward...I'm nothing like my father," she said.
Heihachi picked up the gun, and clicked the trigger as she started to walk away from it. He aimed, and felt a sharp pain surge through him. He only had a moment to look up at his aggressor, and scream.
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Dionne spun around to see Jin with blood on his hands. His wings were around him like an angel of death. He had a type of glow to him, and a pale light was around him like an aura. He stared straight at her, his eyes glowing red, the paint seemed to narrow its eyes, but Jin's eyes returned to glimmering ebony, and he fell to his knees next to the corpse of his grandfather. Dionne rushed to him, and his wings engulfed him. They swept open into the air, and sunk back under his skin. He went through the transformation, but this time, he looked straight at her, his eyes weary. She went towards him, but his head thrust upward, and a ray of blackness raged from his eyes and mouth straight into the heavens. His entire body went tense, and a scream of agony escaped his lungs with the black light. After a seeming eternity, he fell to the ground, and nothing burned into his forearm.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Hwoarang walked back to the alley with a huge semi-auto. He crouched, and aimed, but Dionne was on the ground with Jin's head in her lap. He looked dead, but there was no wound. Heihachi was nearby, dead. Xander was starting to get up, and Hwoarang decided to alleviate this problem. He walked over, and looked at the boy in the eyes.
"No!" Dionne yelled, still cradling Jin's head. Hwoarang looked back at her.
He asked no questions, but simply went over to her. She gently set Jin's head down, and walked over to her brother. She snatched the gun, and looked down at her brother.
"You bastard," she muttered, firing. The bullet hit a hole in the cement pavement next to her brother's left ear. He looked up at her in fear.
"Di..."
"Leave, don't go back to Cuba,"
He said nothing, and he quickly stood up, and ran off. Dionne dropped the gun again, and looked at Hwoarang. She touched his hand for a moment, and then squeezed it, but she walked back over to Jin.
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Kazuya watched from an overhead building. It was done. He nodded in satisfaction. The future of the Mishima bloodline was looking bright. With a heart like Jin's and a head like the girl's, future Mishima's would never again face the darkness. He closed his eyes, wishing his son goodbye. He looked down at the boy once more, and then walked away.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Jin's eyes opened, and he looked up at Dionne. She smiled down at him, hugging him tightly.
"Jin," she spoke softly against his ears. He sat up a bit, and they collapsed into each other's arms.
"We did it," he said to her, "We finished it," Jin said. He happened to look at his forearm, but no marking or tattoo was evident. His bangs, however, were longer.
Dionne moved from him, and cupped his face in her hands, "I love you," she whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks.
He smoothed a tear away, and helped her stand up. They both looked over at the redhead, who was busy looking down at Heihachi. They walked over to him, holding hands.
"Do you really think he's dead?"
Jin picked up the gun off the floor, and fired two shots into the man's head and spine.
"If he's not dead, at least he's not happy," Jin muttered.
Dionne couldn't help but smile.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Days later.
Hwoarang stood in the ring with Lee. He did a lightning fast torpedo kick, and grappled Lee from behind. He landed with his leg on the man's chest. Lee got up coughing, and launched a series of quick, short kicks to Hwoarang's midsection, greatly wounding him. He was about to execute a hunting hawk kick as he brought his leg next to his head, but he felt eyes burning into his back. He turned to see Dionne looking at him. He lowered his leg, and she looked at him, her eyes tired. He nodded, knowing she was right. He faced Lee once more, who was prepared to grapple him, but he pushed him away, and grabbed a white towel, throwing it into the ring. He looked up at Dionne. She nodded at him, and he turned and left, never to be seen by her again.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
A Week Later.
"What's Cuba like, Di?" Jin asked, watching his Uncle win/inherit the zaibatsu.
She looked at him, "It's beautiful. The sand is the color of your skin, and the water is as beautiful as a jade stone. Sunsets are magical, and midnight is like being close to heaven,"
He took her cheek, "Nothing compared to you,"
She smiled at him, and kissed him. He held her close.
"It's a pitty Hwoarang lost," Dionne spoke softly.
Jin nodded, "Now, he can go home and train again. He said he wanted more time to connect to everything around him. Maybe now he can do it,"
Dionne nodded, although she sincerely missed her friend.
"Jin, I'm glad we made it out alive,"
He arched a brow.
"Well, I'm glad I did,"
He smiled at her.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Half Hour Later.
Lee walked over to the couple.
"Well nephew, things are going to be different around here,"
"You mean the way they should be," Jin spoke.
Lee smiled, and shook hands with him, "Goodbye, Jin,"
Then, he turned, and hugged Dionne, "Take care,"
"I will. I'll take care of him too," she chuckled.
Lee nodded, and watched them go to the airport.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Dionne wrapped her arms around Jin while they waited to be called.
"You're going to love my family," Dionne said.
"Why do I have to meet your family so soon?" making her smile.
"Because," she said, smiling mysteriously, "We're getting married soon,"
"Marriage? We just met,"
She looked him in the eyes, "So? I don't want to risk losing you to my cousins,"
"There's no way they're as charming and beautiful as you," kissing her quickly.
She smiled, "You know, I guess that wasn't such a bad experience after all,"
He shook his head, "No, I guess not,"
"Except for your grandfather,"
Jin snorted, "He sure fought a losing battle..."
Their flight was called.
"That's us..." she said, locking her hands in his, and walking towards the gate.
Jin looked back over his home, and then left.
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So sue me, the ending was lovey-dovey. ::shrugs:: Ah well, everyone's happy. Right? If not, sorry. ^__~ ok, laterz...I'll go now...wouldn't that b interesting tho? An original fic about jin, his wife and his child? Son? Since the men in the mishima line have such strong genes. ^__^ if ne1 likes the idea, just lemme know, and I'll do it! Uh, k bye now...
Xoxo,
Di- =^__~=
"You quit for her? She's not even worth it!" Heihachi snapped, knocking Jin unconcious with the butt of his gun. Dionne looked at him, no longer afraid.
"And you. What was your excuse? You quit for your brother?"
Dionne glared bitterly, "I always vowed to kill you,"
He arched a brow, and cracked up laughing, "You're kidding, right?"
She launched a kick at him, but he grabbed her ankle, and pushed her back. She fell straight on her butt, and yelped. Her hair fell in front of her face as Xander headed for her. She kicked him, and he fell. She knocked him in the nose with the inside of her wrist, and broke his nose. She pulled his gun while he was distracted, and stood up, pointing it at Heihachi.
Heihachi smiled.
"Why you smiling? You're happy about going home... hell?"
He chuckled, amused, "You're so spirited. Nothing like your mother,"
She didn't flinch. Perhaps it was the mistake her father made.
"Much like your father,"
She still remained firm. She heard bones clicking, and took the risk of looking next to her. Where Jin's body was, there was an empty space. Heihachi didn't notice it, and she took the opportunity to take a shot at him. He was hit in the arm.
"Looks like no one will be able to compete for the damned Zaibatsu," she said as he gripped his arm. A coy sort of grin never moved from his face.
She put her gun down.
"You are just like your father...weak,"
She turned her back on him, and closed her eyes. Visions of her father and mother merged together, and she shut her eyes tighter. She tried to imagine Heihachi dead. After all, she had been imagining it all her life. Now that she had her opportunity, though, she couldn't do it. Was she just like her father?
She turned around, and dropped the gun to the ground. She turned.
"I'm no coward...I'm nothing like my father," she said.
Heihachi picked up the gun, and clicked the trigger as she started to walk away from it. He aimed, and felt a sharp pain surge through him. He only had a moment to look up at his aggressor, and scream.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Dionne spun around to see Jin with blood on his hands. His wings were around him like an angel of death. He had a type of glow to him, and a pale light was around him like an aura. He stared straight at her, his eyes glowing red, the paint seemed to narrow its eyes, but Jin's eyes returned to glimmering ebony, and he fell to his knees next to the corpse of his grandfather. Dionne rushed to him, and his wings engulfed him. They swept open into the air, and sunk back under his skin. He went through the transformation, but this time, he looked straight at her, his eyes weary. She went towards him, but his head thrust upward, and a ray of blackness raged from his eyes and mouth straight into the heavens. His entire body went tense, and a scream of agony escaped his lungs with the black light. After a seeming eternity, he fell to the ground, and nothing burned into his forearm.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Hwoarang walked back to the alley with a huge semi-auto. He crouched, and aimed, but Dionne was on the ground with Jin's head in her lap. He looked dead, but there was no wound. Heihachi was nearby, dead. Xander was starting to get up, and Hwoarang decided to alleviate this problem. He walked over, and looked at the boy in the eyes.
"No!" Dionne yelled, still cradling Jin's head. Hwoarang looked back at her.
He asked no questions, but simply went over to her. She gently set Jin's head down, and walked over to her brother. She snatched the gun, and looked down at her brother.
"You bastard," she muttered, firing. The bullet hit a hole in the cement pavement next to her brother's left ear. He looked up at her in fear.
"Di..."
"Leave, don't go back to Cuba,"
He said nothing, and he quickly stood up, and ran off. Dionne dropped the gun again, and looked at Hwoarang. She touched his hand for a moment, and then squeezed it, but she walked back over to Jin.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Kazuya watched from an overhead building. It was done. He nodded in satisfaction. The future of the Mishima bloodline was looking bright. With a heart like Jin's and a head like the girl's, future Mishima's would never again face the darkness. He closed his eyes, wishing his son goodbye. He looked down at the boy once more, and then walked away.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Jin's eyes opened, and he looked up at Dionne. She smiled down at him, hugging him tightly.
"Jin," she spoke softly against his ears. He sat up a bit, and they collapsed into each other's arms.
"We did it," he said to her, "We finished it," Jin said. He happened to look at his forearm, but no marking or tattoo was evident. His bangs, however, were longer.
Dionne moved from him, and cupped his face in her hands, "I love you," she whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks.
He smoothed a tear away, and helped her stand up. They both looked over at the redhead, who was busy looking down at Heihachi. They walked over to him, holding hands.
"Do you really think he's dead?"
Jin picked up the gun off the floor, and fired two shots into the man's head and spine.
"If he's not dead, at least he's not happy," Jin muttered.
Dionne couldn't help but smile.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Days later.
Hwoarang stood in the ring with Lee. He did a lightning fast torpedo kick, and grappled Lee from behind. He landed with his leg on the man's chest. Lee got up coughing, and launched a series of quick, short kicks to Hwoarang's midsection, greatly wounding him. He was about to execute a hunting hawk kick as he brought his leg next to his head, but he felt eyes burning into his back. He turned to see Dionne looking at him. He lowered his leg, and she looked at him, her eyes tired. He nodded, knowing she was right. He faced Lee once more, who was prepared to grapple him, but he pushed him away, and grabbed a white towel, throwing it into the ring. He looked up at Dionne. She nodded at him, and he turned and left, never to be seen by her again.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
A Week Later.
"What's Cuba like, Di?" Jin asked, watching his Uncle win/inherit the zaibatsu.
She looked at him, "It's beautiful. The sand is the color of your skin, and the water is as beautiful as a jade stone. Sunsets are magical, and midnight is like being close to heaven,"
He took her cheek, "Nothing compared to you,"
She smiled at him, and kissed him. He held her close.
"It's a pitty Hwoarang lost," Dionne spoke softly.
Jin nodded, "Now, he can go home and train again. He said he wanted more time to connect to everything around him. Maybe now he can do it,"
Dionne nodded, although she sincerely missed her friend.
"Jin, I'm glad we made it out alive,"
He arched a brow.
"Well, I'm glad I did,"
He smiled at her.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Half Hour Later.
Lee walked over to the couple.
"Well nephew, things are going to be different around here,"
"You mean the way they should be," Jin spoke.
Lee smiled, and shook hands with him, "Goodbye, Jin,"
Then, he turned, and hugged Dionne, "Take care,"
"I will. I'll take care of him too," she chuckled.
Lee nodded, and watched them go to the airport.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Dionne wrapped her arms around Jin while they waited to be called.
"You're going to love my family," Dionne said.
"Why do I have to meet your family so soon?" making her smile.
"Because," she said, smiling mysteriously, "We're getting married soon,"
"Marriage? We just met,"
She looked him in the eyes, "So? I don't want to risk losing you to my cousins,"
"There's no way they're as charming and beautiful as you," kissing her quickly.
She smiled, "You know, I guess that wasn't such a bad experience after all,"
He shook his head, "No, I guess not,"
"Except for your grandfather,"
Jin snorted, "He sure fought a losing battle..."
Their flight was called.
"That's us..." she said, locking her hands in his, and walking towards the gate.
Jin looked back over his home, and then left.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
So sue me, the ending was lovey-dovey. ::shrugs:: Ah well, everyone's happy. Right? If not, sorry. ^__~ ok, laterz...I'll go now...wouldn't that b interesting tho? An original fic about jin, his wife and his child? Son? Since the men in the mishima line have such strong genes. ^__^ if ne1 likes the idea, just lemme know, and I'll do it! Uh, k bye now...
Xoxo,
Di- =^__~=