Disclaimer: Tekken is property of Namco and all of its affiliates. I also give props to Archangel specifically for this chapter since a scene sounds quite similar.
A/N: This chapter may seem a bit close to Archangel's T4 story in the scene with the three Mishima's, but please, hear me out. It won't be alike, and I don't have the same prospect of the characters if you haven't noticed. Also, please be aware I have no intention of piracy. Archangel: if you feel there is a problem, please let me know via e-mail or a review, and I'll be glad to change anything. Thank you.
Chapter 3: Lights, Camera…
After all the fighters have arrived…
"Damn kids. Always late," Paul muttered to his comrade, Marshal Law. He chuckled.
"Find it funny you can insult those in your own age group," he smirked.
Paul arched a brow, "Age group? Sure as hell those kids aren't pushing fifty?"
"Oh that's how old you are? One surely couldn't tell," he spoke amused.
"Well if one wishes to keep his skull in tact before the tournament begins, one would shut the hell up," Paul hissed.
Law chuckled, as a few other fighters were each assembled in their own corners. Yoshimitsu, the legendary sword-wielding master, stood by the window, and he stared into space. A man the size of Mt. Fiji itself stood studying his fellow fighters. Nina Williams leaned against a wall with her heel scoffing the wall next to a plant. She played with a Swiss knife, and started to toss it up and catch it. A man dressed down in purple stood next to black luggage, and a cyborg was patiently standing next to him, apparently mimicking his position.
A man with a distinct tattoo on the side of his neck flipped a coin into the air repeatedly, and his duffel sat by his side. King, the famous wrestler in the Jaguar mask sat with his hands folded as Lei Wulong smoked a cigarette. It was into this world of prize fighting and honor that the younger generation entered.
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"Aren't we just the party starters?" Dionne muttered, walking in. A few eyes went on her, and she noticed that there was only one woman in the room.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me," Christie hissed.
"We're going to be fighting in and out of the ring?" Dionne grumbled.
"Don't worry, ladies," came a familiar male voice. The two turned to see the redhead before them.
"What? Are you the official knight in shining armor?" Dionne muttered sarcastically.
He took her hand, "If that's what you choose to think of me as," kissing it softly. She pulled away, and Christie smacked him in the face.
"Hey," she warned, pointing at him, "Not around my sister,"
Dionne smirked.
Steve walked in after helping Julia out along with her bags. Jin stepped into the room, and surveyed the place. A few faces he recognized, while others he did not.
"Excuse me, fighters," came a thunderous voice from the center of the room. Everyone looked to see Heihachi Mishima standing there. Jin's body tensed, and Christie looked up at him, sensing it.
"Would you please gather around? As you all know, I am Heihachi Mishima. I'm here to start the tournament with the announcement of the official rules…"
"Wouldn't start without me, would you father?"
Everyone turned around to see a tall, distinguished man in black shades. His hair was slicked back, and a scar was visible beneath his shades. Murmurs could be heard throughout the room, rushing about like a wildfire.
"Ah son, welcome," Heihachi spoke with an evil grin. The man dressed down in purple removed his shades, but said nothing as he watched the scene unveil.
"It's been so long," Heihachi spoke coldly, his mocking countenance never faltering.
Shock was the first of emotions to pulse through Jin. Anger, hatred, and pain consecutively followed. He cried out, and yanked his hood from over his face. Everyone was shocked, and gasps could be heard from various parts of the room.
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"Well if he isn't the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Christie muttered under her breath. Dionne swallowed, and said nothing. She mentally connected the three men as father, son, and grandson. She swallowed, and covered her mouth. This is unbelievable! But Kazuya Mishima's dead?! And Jin Kazama…his grandfather shot him! She looked further, and noticed a third man in violet, intensely monitoring the scene. Her eyes growing wide, she gasped softly, and felt her feet welled to the ground.
"Well what do you know? Guess Kazama couldn't stay away. Now I get to take out three Mishima's all in one pop," Hwoarang spoke, cracking his knuckles.
Steve swallowed, watching as everything went down. Julia swallowed, and her heart raced at seeing Jin again, but she glared at his predecessors.
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"Coward!" Jin snapped. Kazuya walked over, and grabbed his son by the collar.
"Your fight with me is outside of this room, boy. We shall settle this score momentarily," he hissed, and then shoved his son off. He immediately turned to his father again. He was about to speak, but an annoying, high-pitched voice cut him off.
"Woops…am I late?"
Everyone looked annoyed to see Ling Xiayou standing there with her hair in pigtails, and her duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
"I think we've had enough excitement for one day…please, ladies and gentlemen, calm yourselves," Heihachi spoke, amused.
Kazuya and Jin each glared at him.
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After the speaking…
"Your ass is mine, Kazama," Hwoarang hissed at the young man.
"I've heard that before," Jin retorted, shutting up the now hostile Korean youth.
"Chill you two," Christie attempted. Jin glared at her, but picked up his duffel bag, and left the room.
Dionne swallowed, paling a bit. Steve was first to notice, and he faced her, "You alright m'lady?"
She swallowed, and moved past the teens. Christie and Hwoarang followed closely behind her. Everyone was gathering their things and heading to the escalators and elevators. The Mishima's had already left, and one of the last to get going was the mysterious man in purple. Dionne raced over to him, and stood before him. Christie and Hwoarang froze, watching the distinguished man.
"May I help you ma'am?" he offered coolly.
Attempting to penetrate the darkness of the shades, Dionne finally shook her head after unsuccessfully trying to look the man in the eyes and darted off. He sighed, and his robot lifted the luggage and followed him to the elevator.
Christie and Hwoarang looked at each other, and simply followed the girl.
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Later…
The moon gazed at Jin Kazama as he gazed back with silvery tears glistening down his cheeks. The purple hood adorned the nape of his neck, and his duffel bag hung on his shoulder.
"My son wouldn't cry," spoke a boorish voice.
Jin quickly moved his hand over his cheeks, erasing the tears. He looked into the stony eyes of his father, and could only stare in hatred, following his feelings of animosity, "I'm the son of Jun Kazama as well," he snapped.
The cold Mishima chuckled, "Indeed," he said mockingly.
"Where have you been?" Jin asked, tears once more clouding his eyes.
"To hell and back," was the reply.
Jin shook his head, chuckling bitterly, "Yeah, so I heard. And I suppose you know my mother's dead." It was more of a statement than a question. Kazuya was taken back, and his smug grin disappeared.
"And I suppose you know I was forced to turn to the man you loath, and beg for mercy. Your own child," Jin hissed, "I was forced to grovel at his feet, and beg for a place to stay, and food, and training since my mother was dead! Dead from trying to protect me! She was burned alive!"
Kazuya swallowed.
"And no thanks to you, I turned into this! Living, from day to day, hating what I am. That is after I endured the murderous training and psychological abuse! You bastard! Why did you put me in this? What did I ever do to you?" Jin snapped, finally faltering, and slipping to the ground. His head sunk to his knees, and he covered his head with his arms.
Kazuya looked down at his son. He has done nothing. He's so much like her. He kneeled, and touched his son's arm. Jin looked up with rivers of tears in his eyes again.
"My son."
Looking up, Jin blinked back forthcoming tears, he stood, and shook his head, "Your biological child, but never your son," he spat angrily, disappearing in the shadows. Kazuya sighed, and headed back to the hotel.
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"You can fool her, but you can't fool me," said Hwoarang as he took a seat next to Dionne. She was sitting on the side of the fountain next to the pool's hotel. She traced her fingers in little circles, but said nothing.
"Who is that guy?"
Dionne looked up at him, "I don't want to talk about it," lowering her chin again.
Hwoarang took her chin, and forced her to look into his eyes, "Look. I may have come off as a hotshot jerk, but I have a heart," he offered softly.
She lowered her eyes, but looked at him again, "My guardian."
He let her go, and took the hand that was sitting on her lap, "He was your guardian?"
She nodded, "I think so. He left for when I was fifteen. I spent three years running from the system so I wouldn't be…" she stopped, but Hwoarang nodded in understanding.
"So where did he go?"
"I found out later he went to the Bahamas to run some new corporation," she spoke bitterly, "He left me without a second thought," she spoke, tears welling up in her eyes. One slipped down against her will, and Hwoarang gently wiped the tear away.
"Hey. Not all of us are like that," he offered softly, kissing her hand. She swallowed, and rested her head on his shoulder. He sighed, and held her close.
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Upon hearing light footsteps, Steve quickly turned around. Silence engulfed him, and all was silent. He heard a rustle in the trees, but before he could turn around, he felt a dead weight on him. He hit the ground face first.
"Move a lash, and you're mine," snapped a hard voice.
Steve put his hands down, flat on the ground as he felt the butt of a gun cocked into his head. He closed his eyes in trepidation, but he felt the weight lifting off of him.
"Aren't you scared, little boy? Don't you want to go home and live a normal life?"
Steve didn't answer.
"Why couldn't you just do as you were told?"
He remained silent once more. The figure, which was apparently a female, shook her head, and darted off. Steve stepped forward to pursue her, but he finally sighed, and headed back to his hotel room, deciding he had enough fresh air for one night.
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A/N: What will become of Kazuya and Jin? Will they ever have a normal father/son relationship? Who is this mysterious woman? What does she want with Steve? Will Ling ever stop being a pain in the butt? ^_) Will Hwoarang find a girl worth staying with? ::shrugs:: Don't look at me; I just go with the general consensus. ^_)