Chapter Rating: PG-13, for general Tekken storyline info.
"Those who do not remember the past are doomed to repeat it."-George Santayana
Heihachi Mishima glanced about the room, taking it all in. It has been a long time since he had last visited his family's dojo. It was not that the dojo itself was outdated; it was that there were simply too many ghosts in the room to allow proper training.
These days, however, these ghosts were exactly what Heihachi was seeking. So many generations of Mishimas had been trained in this sacred hall, and Heihachi himself was no exception. His father Jinpachi had trained him here and Heihachi had passed the art down to his son, Kazuya in this place as well.
Unlike Heihachi, Kazuya had been a failure from the start of his life. That selfish bastard he had sired had been the greatest mistake of his life. Not only had Kazuya never lived up to his potential, but also the ingrate had dared to attempt to murder Heihachi and seize his father's company. He had insured that he would win the competition between the two of them; Kazuya's demonic powers gave him an edge that Heihachi could not defeat.
After his most embarrassing fall, Heihachi had gone into hiding for two long years to train to defeat Kazuya and kill him-This time, Heihachi would ensure there would be no way for his son to climb back up from the depths Heihachi intended to throw him to. When he emerged in Kazuya's King of the Iron Fist, he had taken the tournament by storm and emerged victorious. By the end of the final match, Kazuya Mishima had died at the hands of his father. At the time, Heihachi could not have been happier; vengeance was his, and the son who had caused him so much trouble was out of his hair for good.
But of course, that bastard had his final victory in the form of his son, Jin. For twenty years, Heihachi worked hard to get rid of the taint that had surrounded his company when Kazuya was in power-and had largely succeeded. He had changed the Mishima Zaibatsu from being the largest corporation in Japan to being the largest corporation in the world. He had donated millions of dollars to charities; feed starving children, kept the peace in war-torn countries, given people who could not afford basic necessities a new chance at life. Twenty years after the King of Iron Fist that had ended Kazuya's life, Heihachi had completely and totally buried Kazuya's ghost. He was nothing more than a memory people whispered about on the streets; an insane man whom had tragically been killed some way or another. No one would ever dare to think that Heihachi had anything to do with his son's passing, and no one dared to call Heihachi anything less than a saint.
Then Kazuya's bastard had literally shown up on his doorstop. How perfect his arrival seemed at the time-A powerful young heir who could be molded into a man who was loyal to Heihachi, and only to Heihachi. For a while, their partnership went well. Jin was a loyal man who asked for nothing but training and a chance to avenge his mother. Heihachi pondered whether he had finally found an heir he could trust. But then Jin became dangerous. Heihachi had seen the demonic lightning Jin could summon. He had seen the same warning signs in Jin's father-the lightning, the quest for vengeance, and otherworldly look they would sometimes possess. Oh, Heihachi knew the signs. Heihachi knew then that the boy would never live to inherit the Mishima Zaibatsu. Heihachi would use him for his own means, and when the boy had ended his usefulness...He would be taken care of.
For the time, however, Jin was infinitely valuable. He was the only person alive who had not only seen, but also fought against the god of fighting that Heihachi was so desperately seeking. His information had been the most important of all the research Heihachi had conducted-Without knowing of Jin's experiences, Heihachi would have never resurrected the King of Iron Fist tournament.
Sometimes, he wished he hadn't. The last King of Iron Fist was meant to give him everything but he had gained very little. His dreams of god-like immortality had been dashed when the Toshin was killed; All that were left of the god of fighting now were fragments-A piece of a hoof here, a little bit of skin there. Jin had managed to destroy it with the cursed lighting that was his families curse, and Heihachi knew that Jin's powers were increasing. Soon the youth would become aware of them, and aware of the power he could wield with them. Heihachi could not take that chance and leave Jin alive. He had learned his lesson long ago.
How ironic that had he not been so rash, had he not been so power-crazed and suspicious, he would not need to call the next King of Iron Fist...He sighed softly. The past was the past, and there was no changing it. Mistakes that had been made could not be undone. It was time to move forward. Soon, if the Tekkenshu who were seeking Kazuya and Jin would find them, and Heihachi would have the devil gene and the immortality it contained in his grasp. However, there was always the change that Kazuya and Jin knew and would stay out of his grasp, somehow...
Therefore, it was time to once again prepare for the King of Iron Fist tournament, where he would have to defeat not only Jin, but perhaps even Kazuya as well. The cards were on the table, and this was the tournament that could usher in the beginning of a new era. It was time to begin training.
Slowly, he stretched out, allowing himself to become relaxed and calm. Although Heihachi was a rich man, he found that he enjoyed the simple pleasures the best, and training was always one of them-Letting go of his troubled mind and becoming part of a higher focus...It never failed, in all this time, to take his breath away. Heihachi closed his eyes and smiled. He loved the dojo; it was the only place in the world he would ever feel at peace.
Suddenly, the door clanged open. Heihachi opened his eyes and looked to see what had caused the disturbance. One of the scientists had run into the dojo, evidently excited about something or other. "Mr. Mishima! Mr. Mishima!"
Heihachi turned to the aide in annoyance. "I ordered my men that I was not to be disturbed."
The aide gulped nervously. "Forgive me, sir! But we've made an amazing discovery! We've..."
"Yes, what is it?"
"We've found them, sir. Both of them."
"Those who do not remember the past are doomed to repeat it."-George Santayana
Heihachi Mishima glanced about the room, taking it all in. It has been a long time since he had last visited his family's dojo. It was not that the dojo itself was outdated; it was that there were simply too many ghosts in the room to allow proper training.
These days, however, these ghosts were exactly what Heihachi was seeking. So many generations of Mishimas had been trained in this sacred hall, and Heihachi himself was no exception. His father Jinpachi had trained him here and Heihachi had passed the art down to his son, Kazuya in this place as well.
Unlike Heihachi, Kazuya had been a failure from the start of his life. That selfish bastard he had sired had been the greatest mistake of his life. Not only had Kazuya never lived up to his potential, but also the ingrate had dared to attempt to murder Heihachi and seize his father's company. He had insured that he would win the competition between the two of them; Kazuya's demonic powers gave him an edge that Heihachi could not defeat.
After his most embarrassing fall, Heihachi had gone into hiding for two long years to train to defeat Kazuya and kill him-This time, Heihachi would ensure there would be no way for his son to climb back up from the depths Heihachi intended to throw him to. When he emerged in Kazuya's King of the Iron Fist, he had taken the tournament by storm and emerged victorious. By the end of the final match, Kazuya Mishima had died at the hands of his father. At the time, Heihachi could not have been happier; vengeance was his, and the son who had caused him so much trouble was out of his hair for good.
But of course, that bastard had his final victory in the form of his son, Jin. For twenty years, Heihachi worked hard to get rid of the taint that had surrounded his company when Kazuya was in power-and had largely succeeded. He had changed the Mishima Zaibatsu from being the largest corporation in Japan to being the largest corporation in the world. He had donated millions of dollars to charities; feed starving children, kept the peace in war-torn countries, given people who could not afford basic necessities a new chance at life. Twenty years after the King of Iron Fist that had ended Kazuya's life, Heihachi had completely and totally buried Kazuya's ghost. He was nothing more than a memory people whispered about on the streets; an insane man whom had tragically been killed some way or another. No one would ever dare to think that Heihachi had anything to do with his son's passing, and no one dared to call Heihachi anything less than a saint.
Then Kazuya's bastard had literally shown up on his doorstop. How perfect his arrival seemed at the time-A powerful young heir who could be molded into a man who was loyal to Heihachi, and only to Heihachi. For a while, their partnership went well. Jin was a loyal man who asked for nothing but training and a chance to avenge his mother. Heihachi pondered whether he had finally found an heir he could trust. But then Jin became dangerous. Heihachi had seen the demonic lightning Jin could summon. He had seen the same warning signs in Jin's father-the lightning, the quest for vengeance, and otherworldly look they would sometimes possess. Oh, Heihachi knew the signs. Heihachi knew then that the boy would never live to inherit the Mishima Zaibatsu. Heihachi would use him for his own means, and when the boy had ended his usefulness...He would be taken care of.
For the time, however, Jin was infinitely valuable. He was the only person alive who had not only seen, but also fought against the god of fighting that Heihachi was so desperately seeking. His information had been the most important of all the research Heihachi had conducted-Without knowing of Jin's experiences, Heihachi would have never resurrected the King of Iron Fist tournament.
Sometimes, he wished he hadn't. The last King of Iron Fist was meant to give him everything but he had gained very little. His dreams of god-like immortality had been dashed when the Toshin was killed; All that were left of the god of fighting now were fragments-A piece of a hoof here, a little bit of skin there. Jin had managed to destroy it with the cursed lighting that was his families curse, and Heihachi knew that Jin's powers were increasing. Soon the youth would become aware of them, and aware of the power he could wield with them. Heihachi could not take that chance and leave Jin alive. He had learned his lesson long ago.
How ironic that had he not been so rash, had he not been so power-crazed and suspicious, he would not need to call the next King of Iron Fist...He sighed softly. The past was the past, and there was no changing it. Mistakes that had been made could not be undone. It was time to move forward. Soon, if the Tekkenshu who were seeking Kazuya and Jin would find them, and Heihachi would have the devil gene and the immortality it contained in his grasp. However, there was always the change that Kazuya and Jin knew and would stay out of his grasp, somehow...
Therefore, it was time to once again prepare for the King of Iron Fist tournament, where he would have to defeat not only Jin, but perhaps even Kazuya as well. The cards were on the table, and this was the tournament that could usher in the beginning of a new era. It was time to begin training.
Slowly, he stretched out, allowing himself to become relaxed and calm. Although Heihachi was a rich man, he found that he enjoyed the simple pleasures the best, and training was always one of them-Letting go of his troubled mind and becoming part of a higher focus...It never failed, in all this time, to take his breath away. Heihachi closed his eyes and smiled. He loved the dojo; it was the only place in the world he would ever feel at peace.
Suddenly, the door clanged open. Heihachi opened his eyes and looked to see what had caused the disturbance. One of the scientists had run into the dojo, evidently excited about something or other. "Mr. Mishima! Mr. Mishima!"
Heihachi turned to the aide in annoyance. "I ordered my men that I was not to be disturbed."
The aide gulped nervously. "Forgive me, sir! But we've made an amazing discovery! We've..."
"Yes, what is it?"
"We've found them, sir. Both of them."
