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Disclaimer: I really don't own any of the characters EXCEPT for Maeisenko Katayobi, Junnie and a few others I'll mention on the way. You'll know who I'm talking about because I purposely altered their names for you …BUT besides that, I don't own Namco™ so for the love of god do not sue me please!
Da Author: Yeah hi! Sorry for the spelling mistakes if you have seen any along the way…if you have, point them out to me and I will gladly perfect them for you. Oh and if you have any facts of tekken you would like to share with me I would love to hear from you. And if there is something you don't like (which I bet there is) then please by all means tell me. …. Yeah.
Summary: Okay this is the part where Kazuya is older he has gone over most things in his life got through puberty and such and now has one chance to change every thing in his life with one single thing "Iron fist tournament 1". Lets see how this turns out.
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Chapter Four "Returning the favour"
By Lahtinah Kerrigan.
After many years of self-depression, the first year of the iron fist tournament held and announced labeled TEKKEN 1 the grand championship, this proved to Kazuya a brilliant opportunity … brutality was all that squirmed in his mind. Kazuya prolonged to return the favour, just to dwell on that singular motive made all things diminish, his entire self-control of his sight for life, perished and his ego rose. Before long Kazuya was itching to battle. Tokyo, the sunken city of angels already feed on the blood of youth, Kazuya's presence barely stirred a ripple, with only a bare minimum of three days till the great tournament, Kazuya remained unseen until the official unveiling of his first blood fest battle, where ever the bout. The pride of his was enormously growing it grew to wonder if the myth was true. Yet one can wonder if what they call truth is the truth? Stretched is the case. I don't know how my great grand mother could do such a thing single-handed and with a great deal of faith. I for one could never understand. My grand mother labeled Jun, did not enter the first iron tournament, she felt no need to, she sat and observed, feel his motives, to see his lack of better sense to see, maybe she could change him … just maybe she could … to see what he is up to. See what he was capable of
See "him"
Bright, dull, happy yet saddened … Kazuya's mixed feeling got him excited and in-depth nervous feel inside tamed him. The person, this relic of the devil, finally sets foot in the summarized, light jail of transparent walls, he is open, in the open being open but trapped in his head. Brutally beating his opposition convinced that the innocent yet strong willed person is one step to his goal – Heihachi – down on her knees was a woman muttering her prayers, breathing and taunting her best efforts to accumulate the win and beat Kazuya. His senses ran amuck like a child restless from un-woken anxiety, a new toy to try out, beating to his delight no hint of fear remorse faded. He seemingly soared after each blood drenched 'bout of fight in vein Kazuya's fear burned under his enormous power surges. One after the other. Knocked down. Lighting was all they were left in memory. Power hungry, and foolish Kazuya would not stop at absolutely nothing … NOTHING … As time sets, Kazuya was determined now more than ever and ever much so to show up his father and again prove himself. His next second grand finale act was with a boy his own age. He stumbled upon him lastly. His eyes scorned upon his adversary, secretly scanning the body, step by step. He was shocked and none other than surprised, that the boy less than a man to Kazuya was so foolish, … foolish that only one round and it was to Lee, whom does not believe in his ki … or ken. Lee came off as strong and arrogant. The way he fronted and carried himself was amusing. His unpleasant words were directed at Kazuya with personal assault. He looked more than what Kazuya was telling himself. He knew well that Heihachi had high, infact too high of expectations to lead and live up to. This guy in front of him was just playing a part in his father's plot. ~ 'A mere a pawn … a pawn of the prophecy' ~ Nothing more nothing less. He was just trying too hard and in that he will fail. Strong?; … but only. That wasn't enough for some on who is egger and determined as Kazuya little to nothing impresses him or not so often passes his bear expectation. To him, he was a mere test to try his patience in a way so foreign, that it would count as somewhat of challenge. Clever thought the devil. Embalmed in his new arena, Kazuya was all the more disgusted at the opposition, how could the higher legionce his father, whom he seeds vengeance stoop to the pent-house pampered fruit cake, solely relying on the old man's money? Yet, to Heihachi he begs to differ. He wondered where Lee's loyalties lied. He seemed to be just repeating what Heihachi would do or tell and none other than what he was taught. He seemed to think that Lee realized what his father was like. Or saw something better? Maybe just trying to gain the trust of Kazuya for his own benefit? Like wise what ever he did Heihachi beamed over it. Bellicosus, inclined to fight, Kazuya played about the arena and accepted the fight with all full attention. Both his baneful fists and scornful fate was in front of him, on the line …
….. What more could you want in a fight?
Battle title won … blood lost, life bed-ridden and trying to regain composure. Lee was out. Down cold. Him down and one to go. Left was a ghoulish henchman smile on Kazuya's face. One blindly and unreasonably devoted to a creed or view, next bout was with him the mastermind. Devil was taunting him, so fierce he could not escape; he was more baptized in it. His own asylum with in. He proceeded to an old building addressed as a temple of light. With out hesitation he hauled the door open and what embraced him was the grueling after wind of the gigantic door. It whistled and howled. Very daunting and mysterious, continuously thinking 'this is it Kazuya' the image of him and Heihachi and a cliff were feed intravenously through his veins, and crammed into his mind. "Faster" whispered a lingering voice, Kazuya beated his feet to the stone cold foyer, "faster" that festering voice cruelly reminded him, on ward to all the stairwells, path ways and tomblike hall ways Kazuya walsed in and out of in search of his father, seeking to each corner. Rim to rim. "Faster …Kazuya" ghoulish glows followed him. That voice getting peculiar, Kazuya's mind came to a crashing halt when he put his hand on a crimson, finely carved Japanese wooded door with a door sign on it baring the words ~ ' He who seeks enlightenment, shall enter' ~ Smiling Kazuya knew this was it. He could feel his father's presence, almost tasting his hated blood in his mouth. The wind got stronger around him; light eerie airy breathing of a beast blew around him. "Put your mind to ease … faster, faster, FASTER Ka…zu…ya". All of a sudden, Kazuya fell to his knees, both hands on the temples of his violent head. "Yarhhhr … ahh … argh" he hollered in pain, his head the scream he made echoed over and over "here is a taste of powers yet to come" A sheer shooting pain struck his brain mutating his brain cells, causing his outer surface to change and differ. His eyes … the eyes is what scared my grandmother the most. His eye changed from black to red in an instant. The whites of his inner eyes, the veins, the iris, the ball, the socket…
Changed ….
His vision was mentally blinded, making him unstable and unable to control his own, on bended knee he was fighting for his own freedom, for the battle within was a lot stronger that the bout that was about to arrive.
Heihachi was on a granite coloured square small thin tatami mat, preserved in his meditation stance. Four well-used candles that were placed carefully perfect around him, their aluminous glow spread out ample amount of light, just enough to let Kazuya know his where about in the chosen venue he was situated in. This was the break point for Kazuya, tormented for all these years. He walked up to him, breathing was hyped up and amplified through his teeth he gritted every second and third. Step … step, he remembered all, step … step, step, the pain, the throdding pain that the scar left behind, leaving proof of his story, pace after pace, evil memories hate … blood, step … step,
Step,
Step,
Step…
STOP!
Nearly two feet away from his sitting father Kazuya stood. "You…" Heihachi opened his eyes. Back towards him. "Alive…" he stood up, smiling. His plan did work. "Be that as it may … you won't be" Kazuya stood casual arms folded straight proud strong he smirked demonically as he prepared his fighting stance. "And what of Lee?" Kazuya raised an eyebrow amused to the thought of that his position was worth or filled with that … thing, "ha … he is no more, and if he is alive, … huh he wouldn't be" he smiled as he protested his remark proudly. "You seem sure of yourself" "believe me I am" Heihachi with both arms behind his back started to walk away "Oh is that so …" Kazuya nodded. "Ha ha ha … you remember, don't you? What you did to me?" Heihachi stopped in mid-step and lowed his head looking towards his feet. It was dark. Heihachi emerged from his square mat; making his body vaguely visible the delicate candles did not make light reach that far. He clapped twice and a single light came and obeyed his command and shone on him. Out shinning the candles, but Kazuya was most greatful. He too was brung upon light. "No I don't." Playing on Kazuya's emotions, "You cruel bastard, you threw me off a cliff … you lonely son of a bitch!" ~fuse was lit …~ "You see … I am a business man Kazuya" he raised his head towards the light. "I do many things in which could include what you claim, see … you, being alive an hallucinating all of what you know … the cliff and all." Smiling he turned his head, "this day … that you say I would of thrown you off would be the most memorable day of you life" ~…Hatred topping full throttle …~ "but you see …" Heihachi turned around, "to me it was only Tuesday" ~…Heart sank, BREAKPOINT, Heihachi? = DEAD!! …~
"Die! Your dead old man" Kazuya thought to himself. How selfish of him, to prove to himself, just to make him feel better, throwing him off a cliff just to prove his theory? Just to make him good in public and make a stunt that his "ONLY" son died and there was nothing Heihachi could do about it? He wasn't dumb he read the new papers. What will hell look like? Only time will tell. "And while your there … send me a postcard asshole, cos' I'm sending you to hell on a one way trip, keep the mementos I don't need you in my life anymore." Just for an experiment? I do not think so. ~ 'Then maybe my mother could forgive you … coward!' ~
"Are you going to kill me?" Heihachi asked with a questionable facial expression that rode with that particular tone.
Narrowing his eyes Kazuya advanced slowly towards him, "Believe me … old … man, your gonna hit the canvas … bouncing your corrupt and sinful soul in to the gutter outside" Heihachi removed his gi top and threw hastily on the floor besides him. "Very well then I will be happy to oblige" he stood, in haikudachi N:B 'the chi bit the "i" is silent pronounced Haikudach'
The wind started to pick up gently as little swirls of disturbed and removed dirt, dust and other objects that the wind drifted started to twirl and intertwine in them selves on the tera (tera = temple) floor. Kazuya took this as a sign. He lunged his brute force and round house kicked Heihachi to the back of his head only to stun him sending his upper half impaling backwards his legs failing to support came shortly behind after Kazuya maneuvered himself so he could sweep and trip the older opponent of coarse decking him for the first attack. The moment Heihachi hit the ground, Kazuya up heaved himself from his last move from his crouching position raised his leg high, bringing sure that it would connect with the downer's head bringing fatal amount of damage, strongly enough Heihachi's ukemi (Ukemi = defensive i.e. strength) was greatly under estimated, "Ikuji no nai" Heihachi grabbed his destructive son's down coming heel and twisted it, hurling his body backwards falling on his back. Heihachi hand sprung up on his hands to see Kazuya roll to the side and get up, turning quickly Kazuya barely missed the plunging rage of punches his father was delivering, one, by one Kazuya missed, "baka na!!" Kazuya countered and backfired with his back hand clenched tightly bashed Heihachi's skull senseless, his eyes rolled back into his sockets as the wind and a great deal of spit was knocked out of his mouth blood trickled down his already salt tasting sweat lips. Pushing his other free ready knuckles short uppercutted him, making his body from its uncoothed side swaying to end with its back ward stumble. Kazuya was easily amused at his father's ability to not be able to hold his own that he played for a bit and watched him collapse over himself. He laughed wildly at the sight, it was such a surprise … the delight of is was sheer thrilling! "Ii kata!" He recited. He walked over to his pathetic father to a point where he was a good distance away from them to start a second round ~ 'round 2 … Fight!' ~ He smirked gleefully at the thought. Heihachi on the other hand was working a demise, he stood up, wiping a good teaspoon and a half of blood that trickled and bobbed off on his chin. He nodded, "good…good, good, I see you are still angry with me, …excellent!" "Man … you are full of it, old man" Heihachi side stepped Kazuya's down falling
Punch and grabbed him, jerking his head in to a head lock gripping it vice-like, very unpleasing as the pain got stronger when eccentric electricity of blue bolts were overwhelming Kazuya, and what seemed alarming is that Kazuya could not do anything until he let go. Squirming as his every attempt to pull and be set free was not happening.
Squirm
Squirm
Squirm
…. Squirm …. Squirm,
Squirm
……
……
Nothing was happening,
……
He couldn't figure out what the hell he was going to do. This was just a cheap shot!
…………………………………..CRUNCH!!! ……………………………………………
Heihachi let go … it did not feel good …no, but over? Now? Is it? Hell no! Ping eyes open, Kazuya back rolled to his feet. Shaking his head … he was far from 100% but 90% would do him just fine. "Ha! Not bad!" Kazuya barked. "I would say the same also", Heihachi pardoned, "You are ten times of what I expected …" Kazuya knew all of whom too well Heihachi was the king of mind games … that is now his mother fell carrying Kazuya. "Silence … old man, you think that what you say is going to benefit you? The way I feel … to differ what I am going to do to you?", he held his head down gripping his fist, tighter … the tighter it went the more furious he trembled. "Its over old man give up … while you still can", surprised the both of them with limited expressions on their faces "Why?" Kazuya promised his mother he would not kill, especially Heihachi. "Mother …" he whispered, enough to hear it. "You are trying my patience, leave or die, you know very well old man that you cannot beat me, so save the retarded sympathetic cries and give up" Heihachi bellowed with laughter. "You are pathetic … I may be very old, but you seem to underestimate my genkai". Heihachi just turned around and walked away laughing.
!!BIG MISTAKE!!Kazuya charged at him blueness, with electricity surging through the coarse of his veins, power up lifting pas 90% and growing, he lowered…
One turn,
The powered up higher to full throttle. The recent grab from his father must of jolted his own 'power' with in. So he thought, lights dimmed.
Second turn,
Leaving a trail of light behind his as he wound up like a spin top. "Do it … DO IT Kazuya … Kill him!!" Eyes changed wind blowing stronger … that same ghostly presence …
Third turn,
Power 200% and rising … the devil smiled and closed his eyes then Kazuya opened his … he demonically uppercutted his father picking him right up in the air with his fists sending him sailing into the budda zoo (pronounced zaw means statue).
He added this to his new repertoire of moves. ~Demon uppercut~ He thought. "I'm sorry mother …" He smiled. "It ends here! …" Standing over him, he glanced at his father. Shaking his head in disapproval. He knew that there is a whole load off his shoulders, but surely it didn't have to come to this. The times back when he was with his family … he sighed. Family. When he was with his mother. He thought that is would feel good to kill his father but it made him feel like a nobody once more.
He ran over to him and bent down to pick him up. Shaking his head once more "should have given up while you had the chance … now its time." He picked him up "Time to return the favour … old … man!" He arranged for the same cliff, the same place, the same day, the same time. He ran to the cliff side not caring for the body he now holds … peering into the crevasse the pitch-blackness of the abyss he smiled … "I now bestow the courtesy that you have shown me … 14 years ago. Lets see if YOU make it up the cliff." He placed Heihachi above his head and viciously threw his father of the cliff. "I hope you rot!!" He laughed. He stood there and Heihachi's right hand man came besides him. Silver haired boy. Kazuya turned to him. "Lee?" Lee looked at Kazuya. "Mmmm?" Kazuya bowed to the cliff happy and smiling … freedom …but he was wrong! And boy if ever. "What day is it?" Lee looked at him. He glanced at his watch. "Aahh…Tu…Tuesday" Kazuya smiled. "Yes, its only Tuesday old man. …. Only ...Tuesday." Kazuya turned and walked away. "C'mon Lee let's go celebrate. After all it is your birthday aint it?" Kazuya stopped. Lee was still about the cliff top peering in. "LEE!" he turned around. Lee closed his eyes and took his last memory of the cliff, the place and what it meant. He commonly nodded his head and smiled. Then shook his head. "Should have listened to me Heihachi …you should have. You know Kazuya?" He continued after Kazuya who was waiting for him. "One of these days your gonna have to explains this … all this shit to me … one day." Kazuya smiled. "Well you see…" They both laughed.
"It happened way back when …"
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Lil Miss' ' I think that I made Kazuya too much of a subject and made him a bit of a loser who didn't get out much. I think I'll ease off a bit. I do anyhow cos' the next chapter I sorta lost the plot abit and got a bit restless. And then that annoying writers block came in so I got abit bored and started writing about Hwoarang and his son and all of the other characters in muh story. {Authors note: You know I have one of these at the bottom of my story so get over it! Anyhow umm I think that I described the devil too much and that the battle with Heihachi was a bit too short. I think I'll make the next one abit longer. It all depends on you guys and what you wanna hear. (Or read or see what ever!) So yeah. More coming up. Please R&R for me catchyas!}