CHAPTER 1; dirty blood
18 years later, around a year before the third tournament New York state somewhere, in a mansion;
A dark youth stared out of the window, absent mindedly and crushed a soda can in his hand. His eyes scanned across the winter forest he had gotten to know so well over the years. He had just finished training in the gym under his new Aikido master. He was already a second Dan black belt in Aikido, and his guardian Lee Choalan had trained him in what he knew of martial arts since he could walk, a combination of Chinese style martial arts and Mishima style Karate. The Aikido master towelled down, packed up and left without saying goodbye. He had left defeated. The dark youth had beat him in all of the sparring matches so far. He felt he was only employed to keep the youth on his toes, if anything. Lee let the man through and stepped into the gym. He walked up to the boy, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "The latest fighter to perish was a Tae kwon do master in Seoul, Korea. His name was Baek, Baek do San. I competed against him in the second Iron Fist Tournament. I'm sorry Athos." Athos glanced over at Lee, "Don't tell me the Mishima organisation is investigating?" "You're right, they are." "They were around at the time as well weren't they?" "The young Jin Kazama was fighting against Baek's student, Hwoarang for money. Incidentally they tied." Lee had told Athos everything, everything he knew about Athos' Mishima ties. As far as Athos was concerned, the Mishima blood was dirty, and since Jin had entered the world, Athos had been keeping and eye on him. It was rumoured that Jin was the son of Jun Kazama and Kazuya Mishima. Now Jin was with the despised grandfather, Heihachi Mishima. Jin's name was well known because of this and he seemed to be connected to the disappearances of the Martial artists. Lee knew where this was going. Athos was a Mishima hater and the truth had made him unusually hard for his age. Revenge was not a far fetched idea. Athos looked outside again as Lee walked away, slowly. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." As Lee left the room, he threw an object to the floor, near the feet of Athos. He looked down to see a strange rock attached to a chain. Yes, he would start with Jin.
"United flights? Thanks, I'd like to book a ticket for the next flight to Korea," stated Athos in a business like tone. He was out on the bathroom balcony, dressed only in a towel and dark shades. He removed his glasses and squinted in the sun as the woman on the other end of the line told him there was only one seat left in business class and three seats left in coach. "I'll take business class, thanks." "The plane leaves at four this afternoon. Please be there two hours before take off." "Two hours?! Jesus Chri - Alright." Athos held his tongue. It was no use going off at her. He hung up the cell phone and put it with his clean clothes, next to the packet of white blonde hair dye. He ran his fingers through his log black hair that reached just above his shoulders. He opened the permanent hair dye container up and mixed the chemicals together. He separated a chunk of hair, on his right, from the rest of his straight hair, and applied the dye . Athos sighed as he also began to streak his fringe. Looking at himself in the mirror, he fidgeted with the rock around his neck. He was surprised that Lee had left it to him before walking out to his car. Ever since Athos could remember, Lee had never had taken it off, or said much about. Athos fingered the strange engraving on the back, unknown to him before. A puzzled look came across his face, just as he turned the tap on, in the shower, and removed the towel.
18 years later, around a year before the third tournament New York state somewhere, in a mansion;
A dark youth stared out of the window, absent mindedly and crushed a soda can in his hand. His eyes scanned across the winter forest he had gotten to know so well over the years. He had just finished training in the gym under his new Aikido master. He was already a second Dan black belt in Aikido, and his guardian Lee Choalan had trained him in what he knew of martial arts since he could walk, a combination of Chinese style martial arts and Mishima style Karate. The Aikido master towelled down, packed up and left without saying goodbye. He had left defeated. The dark youth had beat him in all of the sparring matches so far. He felt he was only employed to keep the youth on his toes, if anything. Lee let the man through and stepped into the gym. He walked up to the boy, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "The latest fighter to perish was a Tae kwon do master in Seoul, Korea. His name was Baek, Baek do San. I competed against him in the second Iron Fist Tournament. I'm sorry Athos." Athos glanced over at Lee, "Don't tell me the Mishima organisation is investigating?" "You're right, they are." "They were around at the time as well weren't they?" "The young Jin Kazama was fighting against Baek's student, Hwoarang for money. Incidentally they tied." Lee had told Athos everything, everything he knew about Athos' Mishima ties. As far as Athos was concerned, the Mishima blood was dirty, and since Jin had entered the world, Athos had been keeping and eye on him. It was rumoured that Jin was the son of Jun Kazama and Kazuya Mishima. Now Jin was with the despised grandfather, Heihachi Mishima. Jin's name was well known because of this and he seemed to be connected to the disappearances of the Martial artists. Lee knew where this was going. Athos was a Mishima hater and the truth had made him unusually hard for his age. Revenge was not a far fetched idea. Athos looked outside again as Lee walked away, slowly. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." As Lee left the room, he threw an object to the floor, near the feet of Athos. He looked down to see a strange rock attached to a chain. Yes, he would start with Jin.
"United flights? Thanks, I'd like to book a ticket for the next flight to Korea," stated Athos in a business like tone. He was out on the bathroom balcony, dressed only in a towel and dark shades. He removed his glasses and squinted in the sun as the woman on the other end of the line told him there was only one seat left in business class and three seats left in coach. "I'll take business class, thanks." "The plane leaves at four this afternoon. Please be there two hours before take off." "Two hours?! Jesus Chri - Alright." Athos held his tongue. It was no use going off at her. He hung up the cell phone and put it with his clean clothes, next to the packet of white blonde hair dye. He ran his fingers through his log black hair that reached just above his shoulders. He opened the permanent hair dye container up and mixed the chemicals together. He separated a chunk of hair, on his right, from the rest of his straight hair, and applied the dye . Athos sighed as he also began to streak his fringe. Looking at himself in the mirror, he fidgeted with the rock around his neck. He was surprised that Lee had left it to him before walking out to his car. Ever since Athos could remember, Lee had never had taken it off, or said much about. Athos fingered the strange engraving on the back, unknown to him before. A puzzled look came across his face, just as he turned the tap on, in the shower, and removed the towel.