Tekken 5: Battle At Hon-Maru Part 1

"Thank my mother, Jun Kazama."

Jin sat up, having just woken up from the dream. Every night for the past month he had dreamt of the same thing: the image of his mother that had stopped him from murdering Heihachi. He took a deep breath and looked at the scar on his left arm.

"What is happening to me?" He asked, looking at his hands.

It had been a total of twelve months since the King of Iron Fist Tournament Four. But during that time his body had been altering in ways Jin could not explain. He believed it to be because of the devil gene in his blood that he loathed so much. The black wings he used to escape the Mishima Zaibatsu now appeared during times of great pain or anger. So Jin knew he had to remain calm at all times. He got out of bed and walked over to the sole window of the room. He gazed at the moon.

"Mother…" He said quietly.

The following morning: in the middle of a long street in Brisbon, Australia. People walked peacefully up and down the street moving in and out of the many shops that inhabited it.

"There she is! Get her!" A young woman of nineteen ran around a corner onto the street being chased by a group of men. The woman jumped up, bounced off a lamppost and kicked one of the men in the face sending him spinning to the ground. The other men stopped as the women got into a fighting stance.

"Shit, how did I get myself into this?" She thought.

"All you had to do was apologise and you could have went about your business." Said one of the standing men.

"Apologise? What for! It was your fault!" The woman replied with an English accent.

"Yeah, right, let's teach her a lesson!"

One of the men attempted a punch but the women grabbed his fist and threw him onto the lamppost she had previously jumped off. Another tried a kick but the woman ducked, caught the kick on her shoulder and pushed. The man collapsed onto another standing just behind him.

"I'm gonna be late!" She shouted. She charged forward and brought the men down quickly. She looked at the pile of unconscious bodies as she jogged lightly. "You've made me late!" The woman ran off as fast as her legs would carry her.

Several minutes later the woman ran into a small dojo situated between two tall buildings. Without stopping she dashed into the changing room and appeared from it a minute later wearing a red gi with a black belt. She stopped in front of the dojo master and bowed.

"I'm sorry Sensei, I was unavoidably delayed."

"Don't worry Jana, the class hasn't started yet." The master walked away as some students entered the dojo. As he did Jana looked at the corner of the room. Since arriving at the dojo six months ago she had seen a man training in the corner. She had never seen his face because of his jacket hood. Jana had asked the dojo master about him been had received no answer. Today however, today was the day she was going to talk to him herself.

She took several deep breaths and walked over to the man. He kicked the large sand filled back causing it to sway. Jana raised her foot and stopped the bag.

"Hey." Jin didn't reply. "I'm Jana Horaki, what's you're name?"

"Jin." Came a simple reply.

"Hello Jin."

"Jana!" Jana looked round after the dojo master called on her.

"Be right there." She looked at Jin again.

"Nice to met you Jin, even if it was for a minute." Jana turned round. Jin looked at her and smiled he span round and kicked out. Jana sensed the incoming danger. She caught Jin's leg, span round jumped over his leg and delivered a double kick that knocked Jin down. Jana backed off quickly and got ready to fight. Jin got up but did not prepare for combat.

"That style… what is it?" He asked. Jana relaxed and lowered her arms.

"Horaki Counter-Ryu." She replied.

"Jana!" Shouted the dojo master. Jana stepped back and turned, she walked over to the class.

Jin watched her with quiet intrigue, why what a woman with the skill she possessed wish to learn Karate. Jin watched her closely as she trained with a small class of students. He saw that she possessed exceptional skill. The group soon split up into couples and began to spar. Jana got ready to fight. Her opponent quickly attacked but Jana's native training kicked in. Jin's eyes widened; suddenly Jana was replaced with an image of his mother. Jana had just executed a counter attack that equalled one he had seen his mother use. It had been the exact same move. Again Jana backed off and got ready to fight. Jana's opponent stood up and this time she moved to attack.

The lesson ended an hour later but Jana remained like she always did. She moved to one of the large punch bags and began to kick and punch it.

"Oi!" Jana stopped and looked at Jin. Her reflexes allowed her to catch an incoming can of soda before it hit her. "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure." Said Jana a little confused.

Jana sat on the pavement outside of the dojo and opened the can in her hands. Jin stood leaning against the wall.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Jana asked.

"Why are you here?"

"Huh?" Jana looked at Jin, but he was staring down the street in front of him.

"Why are you learning Karate? Your own style seems to allow you to fight well." Jana looked at the can as the smile that had been on her face faded.

"No, it doesn't. Horaki Counter-Ryu is not an aggressive style. Up until six months ago I couldn't punch or kick. The sole purpose if my style is counter attack, not attack. I was taught to block, grab and counter, never to attack." Jana drank from the can before continuing. "The technique's sound until people start using quick combinations. I can't defend or counter those."

"I see."

"I'm here to learn Karate so I'm able to fight, not just defend." Jana finished off the can. "So why are you here. It seems to me you've mastered Karate."

"I have no where else to go." Jin replied without emotion. Jana stood up and looked at him.

"You have no family?"

"No." Jin remarked coldly.

"Hmm, same boat as what I'm in. My mother died when I was young and my father disowned me."

"Disowned you, why?"

"Because I refused to solely train in my families fighting style. I left my home and never looked back." Jana explained. "So what about you, what happened to your family?" Jin went quiet, Jana saw the anger in his eyes.

"My mother… was killed several years ago. As for my father…." Jin trailed off Jana knew not you ask further from the look in Jin's eyes.

As the day came to an end Jin returned to a small apartment that he now called home, although it was not much of a home. A battered sofa in front of a small television was all that occupied the lounge. On top of the television in a battered frame was picture of Jun. Jin sighed as he sat on the sofa and looked at the picture. Then thought about Jana.

"Strange girl."

***

As the day came to an end in Australia, a new one was beginning in England. Ling Xiaoyu woke up in a hotel bed. Since the King of Iron Fist Tournament Four she had been journeying the world looking for Jin. But after a year she had still found nothing. She had followed many leads but all had come up empty. Today was Xiaoyu's last day in England. She yawned a stretched her arms. She looked around the room and sighed.

"Maybe I've got e-mail." She remarked looking at a small laptop computer. She logged onto the Internet and checked for some new e-mail. "Nothing, just a one from Miharu." She thought as she opened the one and only new e-mail.

A couple of hours later and Xiaoyu left the hotel holding a small carryall. The streets of London were bustling with life.

"I better get to the airport." She said to herself. She looked along the street. "Taxi!" She shouted. Although she had travelled through many countries she had only been able to pick up small pieces of different languages. A large black cab pulled up in front of Xiaoyu. She climbed in it and sat down. She was about to close the down when a man stopped her from doing so. He looked into the cab and at Xiaoyu.

"Is this going to the airport?" He asked.

"I don't understand." Xiaoyu replied, this was the most common English phase she had spoken.

"Ah, are you going to the airport?" Asked the man switching his language to Japanese. Xiaoyu smiled and nodded. "Can I share this taxi with you?" Again Xiaoyu nodded. The man climbed into the cab and sat opposite her. He told the driver the destination and closed the door. The taxi soon started on its journey.

"Hi, I'm Francis Lorana." Said the man.

"Ling Xiaoyu." Was the reply he received.

Xiaoyu was happy to finally be able to talk to someone in a language she knew fully.

"So where are you heading?" Francis asked.

"I'm going to Japan to see a friend, you?"

"Australia, I have some business there."

"That's a pretty long flight." Said Xiaoyu.

"Not if you fly concord." Replied Francis.

"Concord's expensive though."

"Not for me, my employer pays for everything."

"Lucky you." Remarked Xiaoyu pretending to pout.

The two split the taxi fare upon arrival at Heathrow airport. They entered the airport and looked at each other.

"I guess this is goodbye, It was nice meeting you Xiaoyu."

"You too, we might met again someday, but I doubt it." The two split up and moved to separate terminals. Xiaoyu showed her ticket and passport to the attendant at the desk. The person looked at the passport then at Xiaoyu. Her sight then moved to a security guard on Xiaoyu's right, next to the desk and nodded at him. Xiaoyu saw this and back away. The security guard drew his gun as he radioed for backup.

"What is this about? What have I done?" She thought. A second guard appeared to her left. Xiaoyu looked at them both. Suddenly she moved the side and a fist flew passed her face. She grabbed it, spun round and elbowed a third guard in the face. The other two quickly advanced. She punched the one to her left and kicked the one two her right. This gave Xiaoyu time to snatch her passport and run. The guards recovered and gave chase.

"Stop that girl!" One of them yelled, drawing the attention of several people, including Francis.

"Damn it!"

Francis darted towards the guards. Xiaoyu looked back to him kick one of the guards and throw another to the ground. One attempted to grab her but her dodged him and escaped through a so shoe me.

"Don't stop!" Francis yelled towards her. Xiaoyu ran off, Francis followed after knocking the remaining guards down. The two ran into the airport car park. "Xiaoyu!" She turned and looked at Francis as he unlocked the doors to a small sports car. She climbed in without hesitation and the car sped off.

"Why did you help me back there?" She asked.

"It's my job." Francis replied.

"I don't understand."

"I was hired to protect you while you were in England. I was told when you got here and was told to make sure nothing happened to you, but to do it secretly. I never expected that you'd be attacked in the airport."

"Who hired you?" Xiaoyu was a little confused.

"I don't know, I received all my orders from an anonymous e-mail. We've got to get you out of England. I know a private airstrip we can use."

Xiaoyu was now completely confused; someone had hired a person to keep her out of trouble. In the back of her mind she knew it was Jin, but she still had to find him. Now she had another reason to seek him out.

***

Since the King of Iron Fist Tournament Four, Hwoarang had been on the run from the Korean army. So far he had managed to evade them but as the mouths past something had slowly crept into his mind. It was about the fight he had with Jin after the tournament.

"If he had nothing to fight for then he did not fight at full strength." Thought Hwoarang. He had convinced himself of this fact, and because of it he decided not to wait for the next tournament. He was going to find Jin and fight him again. This time though he was going to make sure Jin had a reason to fight him.

Hwoarang, for the past three months had been living in the Korean underground. Hwoarang's first order of business was to discover Jin's location. Searching country after country would be a long a futile search in his eyes. He decided to pull in some favours to track his rival down.

A call was soon sent to every underworld crime boss in Korea, asking for the location of Jin Kazama. In return for information that would lead to Jin's discovery, Hwoarang offered a huge monetary reward. He knew that the reward would make the bosses search for Jin with all their resources and that all he had to do was wait.

Fifteen hours after sending out the message and Hwoarang received a call. A dojo master in Australia reported that he had had a run-in with Jin. Hwoarang wasted no time in arranging transport to Australia.

***

Back in Brisbane and Jin was eating at a small café. It was lunchtime and he was enjoying a small meal.

"Hey, can I join you?" Jana placed a sandwich on the table and sat opposite Jin.

"Sure." He replied, although Jana had already taken a seat. "I haven't seen you at the dojo lately." Jana smiled.

"You've been looking for me? I'm flattered. I've been working; I have to work three days a week so I can make enough money to live off. Two twelve hour shifts, it was hell." Jin smiled and almost released a laugh. "What about you, don't you work?"

"No, I live off the money left to me by my mother."

"Do you know much about her Jin? I know nothing of mine, I don't even know what she looked like."

"My mother, she was gentle. Although that wasn't evident when you saw her fight." When talking about his mother Jana saw a happiness in Jin's eyes. She could tell he loved her very much.

"You miss her don't you."

"I do, but as they say: I remember her, so she's never truly gone."

"Wish I knew my mother. My dad told me almost nothing about her. I only know he name."

"What was it?" Asked Jin.

"Saria, what about your mother, what was her name?"

"Jun."

Jana was about to comment when a young girls cry reached the ears of the two. They looked to see a young teenager being picked on by a small group of older teenagers. They were throwing a small object around and keeping it for the girl.

"Give it back!" She stated, instead of becoming upset her voice showed anger.

"Think we should help?" Asked Jana.

"Let's wait and see where it leads." Jin replied.

"Come on, is that the best you can do!" Stated one of the older teenagers.

"It's mine! Give it back!" Yelled to girl. Her anger was steadily building. The object was past around between the teenagers at a higher speed. The girl had had enough. Without warning she kicked the teenager who was holding the object between the legs. He dropped to the floor, as did the object. Jana cringed briefly as she looked at the fallen teenager.

"That had to hurt." She remarked.

The other teenagers tried to avenge their fallen friend but the girl showed impressive skill and defeated them all.

"Hey, she's not half bad." Said Jana stating the obvious. "Woah, things are getting nasty." One of the teenagers got up and produced and small pocketknife. Jana sighed as she stood up. "Why must they always have a knife." She said scratching her head. Jana walked over to the boy grabbed his forearm and twisted it behind his back, forcing him to relinquish the knife. The young teenager looked at Jana and smiled.

"Weapons in a fight like that! How do you live with yourself?" Said Jana throwing the boy to one side.

"Thank you." Said the girl hugging tightly onto the object with could now by identified by Jana. It was a small fluffy toy that resembled a rabbit. Jana looked at the girl closely. It was the first time she saw that the girl's clothes were dirty as was her hands and face.

"What's your name?" Jana asked.

"Miya." The girl replied. "Miya Sancano."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you for asking." Said Miya.

"Come on, you look hungry. I'll buy you dinner." Miya nodded and followed Jana back over to the café table.

Jana bought Miya a small meal, which she began to eat. Jin looked at here, even while eating she held onto the toy. He recognised it as the same type of beast that was on the back of Xiaoyu's jacket during the last King of Iron Fist Tournament. Miya seemed to be very protective of this toy. Jana soon inquired about it.

"Miya, was is that toy you're holding?" She asked. Miya looked at it.

"He's all I have left now. I'm an orphan you see. He was the last thing give to me by my parents before they died." Miya explained.

"I see, what a merry trio we are." Jana laughed. "So what are you doing on the streets Miya?"

"Trying to live. No one is replacing my parents, I ran away before they could foster me." Miya explained.

"How long have you been living on the streets?" Asked Jana sounding a little concerned.

"About three years." Said Miya casually. Jana was stunned.

"Three years?"

Jin finished his meal but remained. The way that Miya was opening up to Jana intrigued him.

"So what are your names?" Asked Miya before it donned on Jana that she not introduced herself properly.

"Sorry, my name is Jana Horaki, and that silent one there is Jin." She said gesturing to herself then to Jin.

"Nice to meet you."

***

Meanwhile, a small jet was flying towards Australia. A large drop tank was positioned on either wing, allowing the craft to be able to fly to distance it had to. Sitting in the pilot's seat was Francis while Xiaoyu sat in the seat behind him asleep. The jet was Francis's private jet but it was only ever used if he believed it necessary or if he need to escape a country without too many questions asked. The jet was a former military ship but now it was without weapons and only carried drop tanks.

After arriving at the airstrip Francis explained that after dropping of Xiaoyu in Japan he would head to Australia to speak report to his boss and to collect his fee. Convinced that his boss was Jin she convinced Francis to take her to Australia with him so she could meet with his employer. Francis looked back at the sleeping Xiaoyu.

"What have I got myself into?" He asked himself.