A Tale of Two Seeds

Epilogue – Two Seeds Planted

Personal Journal of Jin Kazama

It is said that love never dies. I didn't know if I believed that until I saw what transpired after the fight with Toshin. I didn't really understand till I looked in my fathers eyes. I saw love for me and love for my mother residing in them and the acceptance of his own death to save us both. Yes I say to save us both because he saved my life and the soul of my mother with his love. The soldiers found me not long after I left my parents and when they were found they both were dead and exactly as I had left them. My father clutching my mother around her waist with a small smile of contentment on his face. I will miss them both, but I know that they are together..........somewhere.

Jin rises from the small rock he has been sitting on in the garden. Looking down at the two graves before him he smiles a small sad smile. His left arm was broken badly but the breaks were clean and his arm will heal. He sighs quietly and bends down to pick up the small pad he was writing in. As he stands tall once again he turns as he hears quiet footsteps walking toward him.

"Umm hey Jin..I uhh...well I thought I might find you here," Hwoarang says as he sees Jin turn. "Umm look I uh just wanted to say...that..ummm well..."

Jin smiles a bit as Hwoarang stutters around his words.

"Are you trying to say you are SORRY?"

Hwoarang runs his hand through his hair and smiles a crooked grin.

"Yeah...well.....look Jin about that stuff I said about your mom...I....I didn't really me...."

"Hwoarang...I know..."says Jin as he interrupts with an upraised hand. "I don't need an apology from you now...what I really could use is a friend though."

Hwoarang points at himself, raises one eyebrow, then asks,

"Me?"

"I don't see anybody else around here," replies Jin. "Besides I think its time you and I had a little talk...we CAN at least talk till my arm gets better ok?

Jin looks hopefully in Hwoarang's direction. Hwoarang looks down at the ground as Jin waits for an answer. Finally after getting no response Jin shakes his head and starts to walk away.

"Hey Jin," Hwoarang's voice stops him in his tracks. "Umm if it wouldn't be too much of a problem...could you tell me about your mom...I don't even know who mine is."

Jin smiles, nods and then he and Hwoarang head back toward the Mishima complex.

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The sun begins to set over the grave-site of Kazuya Mishima and Jun Kazama. It is quiet in the garden this evening and just one old man sits peacefully while waiting on the sunset. Wang looks down at the two graves. He remembers the first time he met both Jun and Kazuya oh so long ago. How this place had been so special for both of them. Both good times and bad were had in this spot. He remembers with fondness as Jun as helped to tend the garden. He remembers the utter despair as he watched a small boy throw his only protection away. As the sun sinks lower and the evening rays shine across the two graves Wang closes his eyes to listen to the sounds of nature. It is then that he hears the beautiful sound of laughter. He slowly opens his eyes to behold two spectral forms running through the garden before him. They run from each other then meet together under the tree and embrace. Slowly they turn toward the old man and they both give him a small smile. Then as the sun sinks over the horizon they fade from sight. Wang smiles and rises to his feet. He slowly begins to walk away then he turns and looks at the two graves once more and chuckles as he thinks to himself, Two seeds are planted in the ground...yet from these two seeds one soul is formed. He then turns and walks away to leave the two souls now one to their blissful rest.

THE END