Chapter Rating: PG-13 for mild violence.

"Peace, above all things, is to be desired, but blood must sometimes be spilled to obtain it on equable and lasting terms."-Andrew Jackson

Jin Kazama walked up the mountains of his youth, surprised at how apprehensive he was feeling. He should be glad to be here in his childhood home and relieved that he had managed to slip back into Japan relatively unseen-but instead, he was uneasy. He frowned. He should be at peace, but something here felt horribly, horribly wrong..

Then again, for the past two years Jin had often felt uneasy. In that time, he had been in Australia, training in the more traditional style of Karate, and unlearning the Mishima-style of martial arts his grandfather Heihachi had taught him.

Grandfather...Oh, how HIS betrayal still stung. He had trusted Heihachi totally, and to know that his forefather had been planning to kill him all along for the cursed "gift" that ran through his veins was unbearable. Jin had come to know Heihachi as family, as his only family-which made the deception sting that much harder. How he reached out his hand begging for his grandfather's help, and how Heihachi had looked into his eyes, and, without even the slightest bit of hesitation, shot Jin. Jin would certainly not have survived if not for the "demon" inside of him. He still was frightened by the being he became.

Truth be told, it would be a long time before he could fully remember any of the events after his grandfather shooting him. But then slowly, painfully, and with aching clarity, he could remember it all. He remembered killing the Tekkenshu soldiers; breaking every bone in their bodies easily in no more than a few seconds time. He remembered his grandfather's expression of both horror and surprise. He remembered picking a stunned Heihachi up, diving through the wall, and plunging to the ground, intent on killing Heihachi. After that, he had flown, not quite sure where he was going, not quite sure what to do.

He had wandered aimlessly for weeks, unable to cope with Heihachi's treachery, what he had done, and most importantly, what he had become. In time, he learned how to control his "powers"-He would never allow himself to transform into the demon again. He would keep himself calm and relaxed. And he would eliminate the only two beings that threatened that peace.

First, there was Heihachi. Jin knew the old man was seeking him out for some reason, and had become desperate enough to call a fourth King of Iron Fist tournament to get Jin. Soon, Jin would be able to pay Heihachi back for his betrayal. He looked forward to the day he would beat Heihachi, look him square in the face, as Heihachi had once done to him, and finish dear grandfather off. At one time, he had thought his father must have been truly evil to attempt to kill Heihachi. Now, Jin understood why his father had done that. Jin's lips twisted into a smirk...Like father like son...

Second...there was father. Jin had more reservations with killing his father than he did with Heihachi-Father had given him life, and although he had never been an active parent in Jin's life to say the least, Kazuya had not done anything against him, either. Kazuya could not be all bad -After all, mother had certainly loved him.

Jun had never truly gotten over father's "death." At the time, it was understandable-They had fallen in love, and he had been murdered by his own father in a bloody martial arts tournament. Jin's compassion for his mother had only deepened when he learned the shocking truth a few months ago-that father was alive. How Kazuya had escaped the grave was unknown-but if the rumors he'd heard in Tokyo were true, than his father was alive and well, and headed towards competing in the fourth King of Iron Fist.

That would be disastrous for them both. Jin was planning on entering the fourth King of Iron Fist tournament as well. A fight with grandfather would be hard enough to live through, but a fight with father as well? There would be no way he'd get through both of them, plus all the other opponents he was sure to be facing. But what to do? He had no way of contacting Kazuya, and his father evidently had never cared enough about him to try to find out where had been after the third tournament.

Perhaps Kazuya did not know of his son. After all, even his own mother had not known of her pregnancy when the second tournament had concluded. She had simply, in a state of shock, gone back to her family home in Yakushima, where she could be one with nature and, in time, get over the devastating loss she had sustained.

And that was where he was going now. Home. The last time he had been here was six years ago, the night his mother had died. He had always meant to go back, but the pain had always stayed too fresh in his mind. Once his grandfather had begun training him, Jin had thought of nothing but avenging his mother.

After Heihachi's betrayal, Jin knew Heihachi would attempt to hunt him down, and he knew that for a while, he could not return here. It had taken two years before Heihachi had become desperate enough to call the fourth tournament to draw Jin out. Only now was it safe to return home.

He frowned. Something here was definitely not right. He was almost to the top of the hill and the wary feelings remained. Stubbornly, he persisted on. But he needed only to walk a little further up to see why his senses had screamed so.

What he saw took his breath away. There standing near his mother's grave stood his father, Kazuya Mishima. No wonder his senses had been trying to alert him...What was his father doing here? He couldn't actually be paying his respects to mother, could he? The whole notion was preposterous-In the articles he had read about his father, Kazuya had always been described as cold and aloof. Kazuya could not have cared for his mother only to leave her-after all, where had he been the last sixteen years of his mothers life, when she had cried herself to sleep almost every night, for him?

Jin's anger pulsed through him. How dare he come here and defile this property, after all the pain he'd caused them! Too upset to even think clearly anymore, Jin ran towards his father, determined to kill him.

...In his murderous rage, he was so focused on his task he did not notice the strange tattoo's reappearing on his body, the strange third "eye" on his forehead or even the long, black wings slowly spreading across his back.