It had been three months since the chaotic ending of The King of Iron Fist 4 Tournament. The official story was that both Hwoarang and Jin Kazama failed to attend, forfeiting their positions. Instead, the final was held between Heihachi Mishima and his son, Kazuya.

Two months after Kazuya's victory, Heihachi died in his sleep, leaving no one to truly mourn his passing.

Once again the CEO of the Mishima Ziabatsu, Kazuya had a whole ream of tasks ahead of him, including his father's estate. He was surprised to find that the old man had left him pretty much everything. He couldn't begin to understand why.

Deluged with a torrent of paperwork, Kazuya had often found himself wryly wondering if things weren't easier when everyone thought he was dead. But now he had everything he had fought for; the power, the wealth, the control. As he had sworn, he had got everything back.

So why dud he feel so empty?

His father's death, he suspected, had much to do with it. He had spent most of his life hating Heihachi, it had been the one constant in a changing world. Now that Heihachi was dead, that hatred seemed rather pointless. He remembered Dai's words to Jin; Can't you see history repeating itself?

He had all the power, the wealth, and the control that came with being the head of the Ziabatsu. He also had no friends, only associates, and two children that probably despised him. History had repeated itself.

He had become Heihachi.

The gentle breeze shifted the grass around him slightly. He had decided to take a break from the city, and had been drawn to the place where it had all began, to the hills and cliffs where his father had abandoned him at the age of five. He had gotten half way down a forested hill, when the grassy plain that ended in the cliff came into view. The view was breathtaking, not because of the incredible vista, with the mountains beyond, but because of what was going on below.

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Hwoarang! What was that? Dai yelled. That was pathetic!

Hwoarang sprang back, shaking his head. Well if you can do any better, you fight him!

He tagged her, hurling her into the makeshift ring, its boundaries marked by assorted garments, bags and stones. She grinned, and bowed. An excited figure bounced around them.

You go, Jin! Ling yelled. You're on fire!

Jin was soon on the floor, his arm twisted behind his back at an unnatural. He grunted, trying to release the hold on his arm. Dai twisted it further, leading him to grunt.

Give it up! Dai laughed.

Jin managed through gritted teeth. He attempted another unsuccessful escape manoeuvre.

Give it up! I got years of younger sibling beat-downs to catch up on! Give it up-



Ling sighed. Well, he was on fire.

They're both as stubborn as each other, Hwoarang smirked. We could come back tomorrow, and they'd probably be still stuck like this.

No way, Ling pouted. Jin'll win. Her expression turned smug. He'd beat you.

He didn't win the last fight, Hwoarang taunted. Ling jumped up and smacked the Korean on the top of his head. You cheated!

Hwoarang grinned. Hey Dai! Get of your brother so I can show his girlfriend who's the king!

Dai released Jin's arm, albeit reluctantly, and made a sweeping gesture with her arm as she looked up to the forested hills.

He's all yours, sweetheart.

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Kazuya pulled a photo out of his pocket, a photo which he had been looking at a lot recently, after many years of neglect. In it he was grinning broadly, almost glowing, and Kira's expression was similar. The reason for their smiles was a tiny figure bundled in white, the life they had created together, their little Hana.

If Heihachi had stayed at the bottom of that cliff, maybe they would still be together.

Stop making excuses, he chided himself, and start blaming yourself.

I had that photo once.

Kazuya turned, surprise evident on his face, and looked at his daughter. He could see so much of her mother in her, it nearly made it heart stop just seeing her. There was so much he wanted to say, so much that he wanted ask. Instead-



The response was automatic, and sounded cold and sarcastic even to his ears. To his surprise, Dai chuckled.

Mom often said I took after you, before she even told me who you' was. She looked to the mountains thoughtfully. The whole being purple and evil bit came much later.

Kazuya tried to understand the girl; was she being sarcastic...or was she actually trying to make conversation? He shuffled uncomfortably; there was a question, an answer he needed to know...

Kira....where is she?

She died over ten years ago, Dai said, looking at the mountains again. Kazuya took a deep breath.

he asked quietly.

Cancer, of all things, Dai said, a touch of anger in her voice. She was too young. It wasn't fair.

Kazuya's head dropped. He had lost her again. When he looked back up, Dai noticed that his eyes were moist, but his voice remained steady.

It's funny. I wanted you to be called Dai', but Kira wanted He actually smiled at the memory. She argued that she did all the hard work, so she should have the final say.

That sounds like mom, Dai smirked. When they changed my name, she decided that it should be Dai. Jeremy said that she should just go for Hannah', but she insisted on Dai. Now I know why.

That rhymed.

Dai chuckled, and they sat there, watching Jin and Hwoarang fight, whilst Ling ran around them, refereeing frantically.

Will he ever forgive me?

Dai looked startled. Who? Jin? She tilted her head, and considered the question. I don't know. I think his fury was aimed more at Heihachi. She laughed. He did have a penchant for shooting his grandchildren!

And for dropping his son off high ledges, Kazuya said wryly. Dai was still laughing. Like your mother, you have a sick sense of humour.

I'll take that as a compliment.

It was meant as one, Kazuya said, smiling warmly. It was a strange sensation to him, as if his facial muscles had forgotten how to perform the action. Dai?'



I don't know if I can be the man your mother wanted me to be.

Dai shrugged, and sprung onto her feet. Then don't be. Be the man you want to be. She smirked.

As long as that man's not purple and evil.

Kazuya sat there for a long time after Dai had gone.

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Dai's pace quickened as she approached her friends, and her heart dropped. Surrounding Hwoarang was a small group of soldiers, all wearing the uniform of the Korean army. Jeremy had been very cagey about what action he had taken over Hwoarang, even though it had been months since he had made the threat. Hwoarang looked resigned.

the Colonel barked, papers grasped in hand. Desertion is an offence punishable by court martial.

Jin began to protest, but Hwoarang gestured for him to stop. He saluted stiffly.



the Colonel continued, displeasure pulling the corners of his mouth down, You have friends in high places, it seems.



The Colonel thrust the papers at Hwoarang, who took them slowly, and began reading them. The more he read, the wider his grin grew.

Dai said, leaving the question unasked.

I've been given a full, unconditional pardon, he began, And have been discharged from the army.

Lap it up boy, the Colonel snarled. One day, you'll get what's coming to you.

He did an about turn and ordered his men back to the jeep, muttering grimly as he did so. The fighters grinned at each other.

What're you gonna do now? Ling asked.

Right now? I'm gonna kick your boyfriend's ass, he smirked. Jin rolled his eyes before dropping into stance.

You really need to get another hobby, Jin said. He was about to say more when a insistent beeping interrupted him. Dai threw her head back in mock exasperation, and pulled out her phone.

If that's Jeremy, tell him Hwoarang yelled, before launching into battle against Jin.

If it's Jeremy, I'll tell him to bugger off. I'm on sodding holiday, she muttered to herself in English, answering the phone.

Dai, it's Jeremy, the line crackled. Her sigh was evidently heard on the other end. I know you're on holiday, but this is important. It may involve Jin Kazama.

Something about Jeremy's voice sounded tight, almost grim. An unsettling feeling turned her stomach. Go on.

There's been reports of a DG active female on the Okinawa islands, he began. I know this sounds like a standard case, but...well take a look.

Another gentle beep indicated that visual data had been received by her phone. She activated it-

There was something familiar about the woman shown in the photo, even though it was slightly grainy and pixelised - it was obviously taken through a night lens. Her eyes were glowing an unnatural saffron, and the distorted figure of some sort of wolf-like creature hovered over her. Her clothes were tattered, her arms exposed-

Dai understood why Jeremy had mentioned her brother; on the woman's arm was a familiar, jagged tribal tattoo, like two lightning bolts intertwining. She looked at Jin, who at last, after so long, seemed free of the demons, both literal and metaphorical, that had plagued him.

Jeremy, I'll call you in a few days, Dai said.

But this- he began to protest.

-Can wait, Dai said firmly. Bye, Jeremy.

She looked at her friends, and smiled as she rejoined them.

It could wait.




**************The End***************









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Well, that's it folks! My first ever fanfiction over and done with! I'd like to thank everyone
who has read and offered opinions and encouragement, and my better half, who hasn't been able to check his email properly for the past month or two. And I still don't own the rights to Tekken!
:-)
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