{A/N: "~ Aight check this out, yo! Note: … if you guys R fans of the great author Anne Rice (the author of 'Queen of the damned'), and are familiar with some of the text in 'ere, BIG TIME DISCLAIMER: Some of this text is not mine and the originality of is does not belong to me so please in the name of god don't sue me!!~"}
CHAPTER 1 'The truth of Junnie's past'
I thought that what I told my father and to his father of his own label my grand father Kazuya Mishima that is would crumbed satisfy the very tip of his curiosity, but is hungered him for more… swollen flash backs of my recent memory of my mothers handy lessons of life. Let me bring you back to the befouled perfect daybreak… I have no choice to , for I too, are learning for the fact that some things are unexplainable, I say to them they are wrong, they say a summers evening with a clear sky, the surrendering moon with a unique glow is a lack of a better word?……PERFECT…..I say to them I'm just getting started.
My story mere exaggerates my feelings of my mother, my father, and life…. Should you not know? Let me remind you this is not nor will be a fairy tale but a pint of my imagination turned into an ocean of reality, falling through the waterfall of truth, crashing with hate as it breaks on the shores of doom sacrifice. There lies and tells a foretold tale due to me, Misato. Daughter of the devil, Princess of Utopia, Queen of both worlds.
I saw my name in scribbles and tags on every corner, street, wall and back streets of east L.A. I knew then that no body is alone…. Not dormant, not endless. I see that no one sleeps, as I risk to take the plunge in this damp world I come to hand reason why my mother risked so much… for this earth the mother of pearl. To call it that one must have lived life to the fullest. Mine? Barely exceeds the bare minimum of average, for now… I reserved judgement, for now I would call the world my oyster and torment those whom made my mothers life a peril to the world… so precious, so demanding…
I rest my case!!
As once was said "A fighter doesn't settle old scores…. One harbours them." Well my mother, she was the score, never settled, never fore filled. I have yet to bewitch my self to confront the challenge and settle that of a score once and for all, if it was settled, I would not call this tournament, the iron fist, number five.
My mother gave me something she craves in her whole entire existence and still does….
"FREEDOM"
The very thing that keeps my mother going. And I intend to my hearts content to the fullest extent, in every which way in my power, use it, to bring my mother, the very being, the purpose of my existence Project A-ko Ace Class back in my life, back here in Japan….. back home to have a shot at a normal life as an individual, she was deprived of and which grew Hungary of from birth.
SOO many wanted my mother, my father and me dead.
Hell!!
Let them,
Bring it on!!
Better dead then ALONE! But I would rather be alone than unhappy. That's why my teacher left me to, my deepest traumatising truth…. Yet then again, people like me, are ALONE.
My life beamed as I watch my mother scream her life to her born child, …ME… she thought she once swore she would have to hold… to love… to her self, that to run, run to the man in this world that we call father. Furious of anguish, my soul came to perspire, as I meet my father Jin Kazama. To learn about him brings myths greatly exaggerated … father had a lot, life dealt him about a very bad hand it seems the ruff terrain of life has entombed him too…slipping from under him … leading him to a dead end no security. He learned a great deal in life both good and bad. Bringing it apparent it was brought to my attention that his fair share of pain both good and bad enlightenments, my mother was right… I never understood it until I meet my father. Jin … his frailness, he is superiors to me because he is more human than I, because he IS human. One thing I know I am solely not is that I am not human. One would think I am being that I have but hands and feet, my face it bares eyes, nose and ears does it not? Ever heard of the saying 'looks and appearances are or can be deceiving'? Quite frankly I truly believe and can well relate…..
Which brings me here as I open my mind to this place of continuous flash backs, picturesque so clear colour, yet I cannot see … a voice … was calling me … that dream … I've been having since I was six … as any soul orphaned abnormal child would, … its hidden history and all its bounds. Of all these years I'd wish this place were real. I would call this place … with plentiful walls of porcelain dolls ("home"), grey atmosphere ("home") and a forever grey window shedding a slow karma of wind that dances around curtain which seems to drift to and fro in the air, though cannot be visible the air is a labyrinth. It can never find its way. This to me is beautiful I'd wish this out of all places were my home. Seeing this as a child living life as it is now, poverty and family in house troubles … like mine the Mishima Zaibatsu (Rich family owned company), I would want this as a home, something that of a privilege and a way of life freedom takes from you is that simple pleasures and basic needs such as a home can never be found.
I have name names, many places to live so many names to mention or leave in written word …..
So to answer all… I will start far back is scripture of history written and recorded by the man whom mane the earth alone time many eons centuries ago.
TEKKEN 1 with my grandfather and great grandfather Kazuya and Heihachi Mishima.
And…
May be for all our sakes our wonders will be put to ease and that where my mothers body lies resting will revived by my faith in hoping to find her …
"IT STARTS!!"
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Author's intermission:
So how about that huh? Yah likin' it so far? Sooooooo sorry if you are like abit um disappointed but the kazuya bit is about to come…yeah! um one more thing, if you guys could like help me out with the bit after tekken three and what happened with shiz like that, that would b really appreciated MOST DEFINITELY!!
Later days
LMN™