Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken! Geez, I'm not rich enough to buy it from
Namco or something.
Chapter One
Dream of Yakushima
In a small dojo, a single girl practiced her martial arts skills, untiringly. Her foot hit the sandbag making it sway heavily. She pushed her bangs out of her eyes and continued to thoroughly beat up the sandbag. She glared at it when all it did was swing back and forth. She gritted her teeth and took a few paces back. She eyed the sandbag as though it were something living. Her eyes were flaming pits. She ran forward and hit the sandbag with a flying kick. The sandbag burst open and released its contents. Sand. How she wished it was blood. Blood of that accursed man who killed her parents.
*Flashback*
Seven years ago.
It was a beautiful night. The moon was a silvery orb floating amongst an ocean of sapphire stars. Lien ran ahead of her parents giggling wildly as she took in the beauty of the night. Her parents strolled silently behind her, smiling at their daughter's energetic ways. Lien stopped by a pond, where a school of goldfish swam. She dipped her hand in the water and ran her finger over one of the goldfish smooth body and smiled as it quickly swam away. She felt a hand rest on her shoulder and looked up to see her father's smiling face. She pulled his arm and made him sit next to her and pointed at the catfish that lazily swam around in the pond. Lien's mother walked over and knelt by the pond and looked into the pond. She gazed at her reflection and frowned.
"What is it, Keiko?" he said, putting an arm around her shoulder and drawing her close. "Something is wrong, Taro. We must go." she said standing up abruptly. "Father, there is someone in the bushes. I heard them rustle." said Lien, reaching for her father.
As soon as she said this a dozen masked men emerged from the bushes, fists clenched and eyes gleaming. They cautiously approached them and the malice could be seen in their eyes. They were hungering to kill them. Taro pushed his family behind him.
"Keiko. Take Lien and run." he whispered urgently. "No! Taro, I will not leave you. We will fight together." "If Lien is to survive you must go with her." "We will only be safe together."
The men leapt forward and slashed their swords at Keiko and Taro. Keiko kicked one of the men hard near the neck and a sickening crack was heard. Taro had grabbed a man's sword and was slashing his way through four muscular men. Soon, it appeared that the men had only been having fun, now the serious bit started. Keiko received a stab wound in her left shoulder. She cried out in pain. Taro, loosing his mind at the sight of her in such distress ran to her, Lien in his arms, but he didn't notice the gleaming sword as it was rammed through his stomach.
"Father!!" "Taro!!"
Taro fell to the ground writhing in pain as Keiko struggled to reach him. One of the men who seemed extremely restless lunged forward and stabbed Keiko through the back. She screamed in pain and fell beside her husband. The men had had their fun. They sauntered off pulling off their masks, oblivious of the little girl watching them with teary, yet hate filled eyes. She forced the man's face that had stabbed her parents to remain in her mind, embedding his image in her memory. That scar that ran down across his left eye and that silver hair. She then, turned to her parents who were holding hands and crying.
"Father. Mother." choked out Lien holding both their hands and crying. "Sakura. My little cherry blossom. Go to Baek. He will take care of you." said her father trying to smile. "Lien. Go quickly. Before they come back." whispered her mother urgently. "I won't leave you! Mama! Papa! Stop it! You're going to live." "Yes, Lien we will live on, but only in your heart." said her mother pulling her daughter to her and kissing her. "I love you both." "We love you too." gasped her father kissing her tenderly. "Now go. Go to Baek."
But, Lien was adamant; she was going to stay by them till the end. The end wasn't far off though. Her parents lives slowly slipped away and she clung to them desperately, hoping her love would sustain their loves.
*End of Flashback*
A single tear ran down Lien's cheek as she remembered that night. She would never forget it. She remembered that she was found by Baek's long time student, Hwoarang, and was taken by him to Baek. She had undertaken the task of learning Tae Kwon Do, so that when she met that murder, she would be strong enough to kill him for what he had done.
Lien was silently contemplating, when someone grabbed her round the waist. She gasped and threw her head back, hitting her assailant directly on the nose earning a pained moan from him. She turned around to face her attacker and came face to face with a red-headed Korean, clutching his nose and groaning.
"Oh my God! Hwoarang! I'm so sorry!" said Lien, reaching out to Hwoarang. "Aah! Stay back!" said Hwoarang, stumbling away from her "Whatever Red." mumbled Lien, pulling Hwoarang's hands away from his nose to inspect the damage. "Aw! This is nothing! You big baby!" "My nose is very precious to me! Few Koreans have such an elegant nose." "Elegant! Bwahahaha!"
Lien ran a hand through her short hair and went to her room, followed by Hwoarang. She fell back onto her bed and sighed. She gazed up at the ceiling thinking of how long she'd been here. It had been seven years. Seven wonderful, fulfilling years. She remembered that day, two months back, when Hwoarang and her were playing around with a lighter. That fool had lit her hair on fire as a practical joke. In the end, it wasn't a joke; she had to cut her hair really short-like an Italian boy cut. (A/n: You know that hair cut where your hair is practically falling all over your eyes? Well that's the one I'm talking about.)
She hadn't spoken to him for days after that. He had finally got her to talk to him by putting a lock of her hair into a necklace and giving it to her. She had asked him how he got it and he had replied, "I have my ways." Her train of thoughts was disturbed when somebody shook her violently and who else could it be, but the infamous Hwoarang with his signature smirk.
"What were you thinking about, Lien?" "That time when you burnt my hair." said Lien with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Why?" said Hwoarang with a worried expression. "Oh! I was just thinking I might do that to you." "You wouldn't." "Wouldn't I?" "Nah! You're too nice to do something like that to me or.." "Or what?" "Or you think they'd ruin my perfectly good looks and that wouldn't suit you one bit." "Stuff it, Red." "Ok grandma." "Hey!! Are you saying I am old?" "Hmm? Let me see.." "Why you little...take that!"
Lien picked up a pillow and bashed Hwoarang over the head with it.
"Hey! That's not fair!" "No!! Tickling is forbidden." "Says who?" "Me..?" "Like what you says counts!" said Hwoarang diving at her, tickling her, while she shrieked with laughter.
Their fun was interrupted when a disgruntled Baek walked in.
"Do you mind? I'm trying to sleep." "Sorry Master Baek," they both said in unison, smiling at him. "Go to bed now," said Baek exiting the room.
"Well good night, Lien!" said Hwoarang kissing her cheek lightly. "Ew! Get away!" said Lien swatting at him. "What! Don't you like me?" said Hwoarang with puppy dog eyes. "Aw geez! I hate it when you do that! Good night, Rang!" said Lien kissing him and then pushing him out of the room.
Lien changed her clothes and lay down in bed. She drifted off to sleep. She was somewhere in a forest. It was beautiful! The gentle swaying of the tree tops, the cool wind stirring up the fallen leaves, the water in the stream gushing over rocks, the sounds of the wild coming to life. The night life had awakened.
She strolled casually through the forest admiring the beauty of the night. She was walking along quietly; a storm seemed to be brewing in the night sky. She continued to walk aimlessly through the forest, looking here and there for signs of human life. The sudden boom of thunder made her jump and rain began to fall in torrents. Lightning flashed across the sky. Ominous black clouds filled the sky. Lien ran under a large tree to shelter herself from the rain.
She leaned against the tree, wondering where on earth she could possibly be, when a blood curdling scream rent through the night sky. Lien's head shot up and she ran towards the direction of the scream. She splashed across the muddy puddles and eventually she reached a clearing. There she saw a monstrous creature with scaly green skin holding a struggling woman by the throat. A young boy, possibly a year older than her was trying desperately to release the creatures hold on the woman.
The boy kicked and punched the beast endlessly, but to no avail. The beast stuck him across the chest sending him flying back against a tree. Lien gasped and attempted to help the boy, but she couldn't touch him. Her hands went right through him. He struggled to get up, but he was winded.
"Mother!" murmured the boy, slipping into unconsciousness. "Jin! Run! Run far away!" were the last words he heard from his mother's lips.
An aura surrounded the woman's body and she began to jerk wildly. Then, the creature vanished along with the body of the woman. All that was left as evidence of what had happened was the badly bruised boy and the ruins of a house. The night air did not resume its previous ways, now all was silent except for the whistling of the forlorn wind as though it were mourning the passing of this sad event. The clouds continued to let the rain fall as they too cried over the death of the woman. Lien was aware that she too, was crying. She looked at the young boy. How she pitied him! She heard a twig snap behind her. She whirled around and came face to face with that creature. Lien screamed at the top of her lungs as its evil aura enveloped her.
Lien shot up out of her bed. She was breathing heavily and she was soaked in sweat. She looked around her room making sure she was still safe in Baek's dojo. She spotted a picture of Hwoarang carrying her on his back and knew she was at home. She slowly got out of bed her legs shaking. The reverie had felt so real. The image of the defenseless woman and helpless boy were burned into her memory. Lien switched on her lamp and walked into the bathroom. She took a quick, cool shower and stepped out in her bath gown. Lien gasped when she saw someone sitting on her bed.
"Hwoarang!" she said letting her breathing resume. "What?" asked Hwoarang innocently. "What are you doing in here?" "I saw your light come on from my window and wondered what you were up to, so I dropped by to ask you. So, what are you doing? Taking a bath?" "I just had a bad dream," muttered Lien. "You okay? Need to talk about it?" asked a concerned Hwoarang. "Nah. I'm fine." "You sure?" said Hwoarang walking up to her and placing his hands on her shoulders. "Yeah. No worries."
Lien walked over to her closet and took out another night suit. She went into the bathroom and changed. When she stepped out again, Hwoarang was fast asleep on her bed. She smiled at him and switched off the lamp. She curled up in bed next to Hwoarang and pulled the blankets on top of them. His presence made her feel safe and soon she was overcome by sleep.
*Yakushima, Japan*
Bright morning sunlight awakened Jin. He rubbed his eyes and saw his house and its surroundings burnt to a cinder. Jin got up, the night's events flooding back into his memory. He searched for his mother for hours, until he realized she was nowhere to be found. Heeding her last wishes Jin set out to find his grandfather Heihachi Mishima. If his grandfather was as powerful as his mother had said, he would be able to help Jin find Toshin and allow Jin to claim his vengeance on the dreaded beast who murdered his mother
(Author's Note: So what do you people think? This is my first ever fanfic, so don't sue me if it sucks. Oh and if I made any mistakes in that Jin/Jun stuff you're welcome to correct me! Btw is Yakushima in Japan? Anyway I'll update if I get at least 5-10 reviews on this chapter. Jai Ne! R&R!)
Chapter One
Dream of Yakushima
In a small dojo, a single girl practiced her martial arts skills, untiringly. Her foot hit the sandbag making it sway heavily. She pushed her bangs out of her eyes and continued to thoroughly beat up the sandbag. She glared at it when all it did was swing back and forth. She gritted her teeth and took a few paces back. She eyed the sandbag as though it were something living. Her eyes were flaming pits. She ran forward and hit the sandbag with a flying kick. The sandbag burst open and released its contents. Sand. How she wished it was blood. Blood of that accursed man who killed her parents.
*Flashback*
Seven years ago.
It was a beautiful night. The moon was a silvery orb floating amongst an ocean of sapphire stars. Lien ran ahead of her parents giggling wildly as she took in the beauty of the night. Her parents strolled silently behind her, smiling at their daughter's energetic ways. Lien stopped by a pond, where a school of goldfish swam. She dipped her hand in the water and ran her finger over one of the goldfish smooth body and smiled as it quickly swam away. She felt a hand rest on her shoulder and looked up to see her father's smiling face. She pulled his arm and made him sit next to her and pointed at the catfish that lazily swam around in the pond. Lien's mother walked over and knelt by the pond and looked into the pond. She gazed at her reflection and frowned.
"What is it, Keiko?" he said, putting an arm around her shoulder and drawing her close. "Something is wrong, Taro. We must go." she said standing up abruptly. "Father, there is someone in the bushes. I heard them rustle." said Lien, reaching for her father.
As soon as she said this a dozen masked men emerged from the bushes, fists clenched and eyes gleaming. They cautiously approached them and the malice could be seen in their eyes. They were hungering to kill them. Taro pushed his family behind him.
"Keiko. Take Lien and run." he whispered urgently. "No! Taro, I will not leave you. We will fight together." "If Lien is to survive you must go with her." "We will only be safe together."
The men leapt forward and slashed their swords at Keiko and Taro. Keiko kicked one of the men hard near the neck and a sickening crack was heard. Taro had grabbed a man's sword and was slashing his way through four muscular men. Soon, it appeared that the men had only been having fun, now the serious bit started. Keiko received a stab wound in her left shoulder. She cried out in pain. Taro, loosing his mind at the sight of her in such distress ran to her, Lien in his arms, but he didn't notice the gleaming sword as it was rammed through his stomach.
"Father!!" "Taro!!"
Taro fell to the ground writhing in pain as Keiko struggled to reach him. One of the men who seemed extremely restless lunged forward and stabbed Keiko through the back. She screamed in pain and fell beside her husband. The men had had their fun. They sauntered off pulling off their masks, oblivious of the little girl watching them with teary, yet hate filled eyes. She forced the man's face that had stabbed her parents to remain in her mind, embedding his image in her memory. That scar that ran down across his left eye and that silver hair. She then, turned to her parents who were holding hands and crying.
"Father. Mother." choked out Lien holding both their hands and crying. "Sakura. My little cherry blossom. Go to Baek. He will take care of you." said her father trying to smile. "Lien. Go quickly. Before they come back." whispered her mother urgently. "I won't leave you! Mama! Papa! Stop it! You're going to live." "Yes, Lien we will live on, but only in your heart." said her mother pulling her daughter to her and kissing her. "I love you both." "We love you too." gasped her father kissing her tenderly. "Now go. Go to Baek."
But, Lien was adamant; she was going to stay by them till the end. The end wasn't far off though. Her parents lives slowly slipped away and she clung to them desperately, hoping her love would sustain their loves.
*End of Flashback*
A single tear ran down Lien's cheek as she remembered that night. She would never forget it. She remembered that she was found by Baek's long time student, Hwoarang, and was taken by him to Baek. She had undertaken the task of learning Tae Kwon Do, so that when she met that murder, she would be strong enough to kill him for what he had done.
Lien was silently contemplating, when someone grabbed her round the waist. She gasped and threw her head back, hitting her assailant directly on the nose earning a pained moan from him. She turned around to face her attacker and came face to face with a red-headed Korean, clutching his nose and groaning.
"Oh my God! Hwoarang! I'm so sorry!" said Lien, reaching out to Hwoarang. "Aah! Stay back!" said Hwoarang, stumbling away from her "Whatever Red." mumbled Lien, pulling Hwoarang's hands away from his nose to inspect the damage. "Aw! This is nothing! You big baby!" "My nose is very precious to me! Few Koreans have such an elegant nose." "Elegant! Bwahahaha!"
Lien ran a hand through her short hair and went to her room, followed by Hwoarang. She fell back onto her bed and sighed. She gazed up at the ceiling thinking of how long she'd been here. It had been seven years. Seven wonderful, fulfilling years. She remembered that day, two months back, when Hwoarang and her were playing around with a lighter. That fool had lit her hair on fire as a practical joke. In the end, it wasn't a joke; she had to cut her hair really short-like an Italian boy cut. (A/n: You know that hair cut where your hair is practically falling all over your eyes? Well that's the one I'm talking about.)
She hadn't spoken to him for days after that. He had finally got her to talk to him by putting a lock of her hair into a necklace and giving it to her. She had asked him how he got it and he had replied, "I have my ways." Her train of thoughts was disturbed when somebody shook her violently and who else could it be, but the infamous Hwoarang with his signature smirk.
"What were you thinking about, Lien?" "That time when you burnt my hair." said Lien with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Why?" said Hwoarang with a worried expression. "Oh! I was just thinking I might do that to you." "You wouldn't." "Wouldn't I?" "Nah! You're too nice to do something like that to me or.." "Or what?" "Or you think they'd ruin my perfectly good looks and that wouldn't suit you one bit." "Stuff it, Red." "Ok grandma." "Hey!! Are you saying I am old?" "Hmm? Let me see.." "Why you little...take that!"
Lien picked up a pillow and bashed Hwoarang over the head with it.
"Hey! That's not fair!" "No!! Tickling is forbidden." "Says who?" "Me..?" "Like what you says counts!" said Hwoarang diving at her, tickling her, while she shrieked with laughter.
Their fun was interrupted when a disgruntled Baek walked in.
"Do you mind? I'm trying to sleep." "Sorry Master Baek," they both said in unison, smiling at him. "Go to bed now," said Baek exiting the room.
"Well good night, Lien!" said Hwoarang kissing her cheek lightly. "Ew! Get away!" said Lien swatting at him. "What! Don't you like me?" said Hwoarang with puppy dog eyes. "Aw geez! I hate it when you do that! Good night, Rang!" said Lien kissing him and then pushing him out of the room.
Lien changed her clothes and lay down in bed. She drifted off to sleep. She was somewhere in a forest. It was beautiful! The gentle swaying of the tree tops, the cool wind stirring up the fallen leaves, the water in the stream gushing over rocks, the sounds of the wild coming to life. The night life had awakened.
She strolled casually through the forest admiring the beauty of the night. She was walking along quietly; a storm seemed to be brewing in the night sky. She continued to walk aimlessly through the forest, looking here and there for signs of human life. The sudden boom of thunder made her jump and rain began to fall in torrents. Lightning flashed across the sky. Ominous black clouds filled the sky. Lien ran under a large tree to shelter herself from the rain.
She leaned against the tree, wondering where on earth she could possibly be, when a blood curdling scream rent through the night sky. Lien's head shot up and she ran towards the direction of the scream. She splashed across the muddy puddles and eventually she reached a clearing. There she saw a monstrous creature with scaly green skin holding a struggling woman by the throat. A young boy, possibly a year older than her was trying desperately to release the creatures hold on the woman.
The boy kicked and punched the beast endlessly, but to no avail. The beast stuck him across the chest sending him flying back against a tree. Lien gasped and attempted to help the boy, but she couldn't touch him. Her hands went right through him. He struggled to get up, but he was winded.
"Mother!" murmured the boy, slipping into unconsciousness. "Jin! Run! Run far away!" were the last words he heard from his mother's lips.
An aura surrounded the woman's body and she began to jerk wildly. Then, the creature vanished along with the body of the woman. All that was left as evidence of what had happened was the badly bruised boy and the ruins of a house. The night air did not resume its previous ways, now all was silent except for the whistling of the forlorn wind as though it were mourning the passing of this sad event. The clouds continued to let the rain fall as they too cried over the death of the woman. Lien was aware that she too, was crying. She looked at the young boy. How she pitied him! She heard a twig snap behind her. She whirled around and came face to face with that creature. Lien screamed at the top of her lungs as its evil aura enveloped her.
Lien shot up out of her bed. She was breathing heavily and she was soaked in sweat. She looked around her room making sure she was still safe in Baek's dojo. She spotted a picture of Hwoarang carrying her on his back and knew she was at home. She slowly got out of bed her legs shaking. The reverie had felt so real. The image of the defenseless woman and helpless boy were burned into her memory. Lien switched on her lamp and walked into the bathroom. She took a quick, cool shower and stepped out in her bath gown. Lien gasped when she saw someone sitting on her bed.
"Hwoarang!" she said letting her breathing resume. "What?" asked Hwoarang innocently. "What are you doing in here?" "I saw your light come on from my window and wondered what you were up to, so I dropped by to ask you. So, what are you doing? Taking a bath?" "I just had a bad dream," muttered Lien. "You okay? Need to talk about it?" asked a concerned Hwoarang. "Nah. I'm fine." "You sure?" said Hwoarang walking up to her and placing his hands on her shoulders. "Yeah. No worries."
Lien walked over to her closet and took out another night suit. She went into the bathroom and changed. When she stepped out again, Hwoarang was fast asleep on her bed. She smiled at him and switched off the lamp. She curled up in bed next to Hwoarang and pulled the blankets on top of them. His presence made her feel safe and soon she was overcome by sleep.
*Yakushima, Japan*
Bright morning sunlight awakened Jin. He rubbed his eyes and saw his house and its surroundings burnt to a cinder. Jin got up, the night's events flooding back into his memory. He searched for his mother for hours, until he realized she was nowhere to be found. Heeding her last wishes Jin set out to find his grandfather Heihachi Mishima. If his grandfather was as powerful as his mother had said, he would be able to help Jin find Toshin and allow Jin to claim his vengeance on the dreaded beast who murdered his mother
(Author's Note: So what do you people think? This is my first ever fanfic, so don't sue me if it sucks. Oh and if I made any mistakes in that Jin/Jun stuff you're welcome to correct me! Btw is Yakushima in Japan? Anyway I'll update if I get at least 5-10 reviews on this chapter. Jai Ne! R&R!)
