Author's notes: This story is mostly based on the Tekken Anime movie and is set right after Heihachi flew off on a jet plane and the Tekken fighters escaped the island via a submarine. It is also based on Tekken 2 endings of specific characters, as well as a few opening sequences from Tekken Tag Tournament. This fanfic is in Jun Kazama's point of view. Rated NC-17
Disclaimer: Jun Kazama, Kazuya Mishima and all Tekken characters are the property of NAMCO. This is only a fan fiction from the imagination of an obsessed fan. No copyright infringement intended.
Chapter III: Touch in the Moonlight
Kazuya and I spent the rest of the day in relative silence. I made sure not to get him out of my sight. The fact that he was still weak helped a lot. I stayed mostly in the room with him, crocheting or stitching a garment or two. When I served him lunch and dinner, he ate it quietly and when he finished, just sat on that same futon. The only time he left was to go to the bathroom.
It was well over midnight when I decided to go to sleep. After saying goodnight to my nocturnal animal friends, I opened the sliding door and entered my room. Unlike almost every part of Japan, Yakushima is one of the few places that have yet to be touched by electricity so I have to make do with kerosene lamps. I was used to it so this didn't really bother me. Having no connection with the outside world makes me feel safer and closer to nature.
Through the lamplight, I could see Kazuya, his chest rising and falling with his every breath. I walked over to the window and allowed the light from the full moon to enter. I turned off the kerosene lamp and settled myself on the futon beside Kazuya. Only a translucent curtain separated us from each other. After saying a short prayer, I lay down on the mattress, faced away from my guest.
Frigid air came into the room. I could feel the curtain waving along with it. The wind was telling me something. I opened my eyes. Sure enough, I could see a large shadow hovering over me: Kazuya's. I chose not to move. I was quite curious at what he was about to do. Would he try to escape? Or would he simply go to the bathroom again?
Then, he did something I never expected. I felt his fingers stroke my hair gently. It both shocked and scared me. He smoothed my hair down my back. That's when his hand began to go down the base of my neck. He lingered there so long; I had to control my shudders. I was too much in awe to do anything else but pretend to be asleep. How could a man so strong and powerful have a touch as gentle as this?
I heard Kazuya's breath quicken when his hand slid along my shoulder, taking my kimono along with it. My eyes snapped open. He had bared my shoulder. All my curiosity was now drowned away by a sudden pang of fear. The sound of him licking his lips was enough to shake me out of my facade.
"What do you have in mind, Kazuya?" I asked softly. My calm tone froze him on the spot. I sat up slowly, straightened my kimono and faced him. I wasn't as sophisticated as other women, being that I had very little, if not, no experience in dealing with men at all. But my job as an undercover police officer had given me a little insight on acting.
"You're not planning anything stupid, are you Kazuya?" I asked again. I saw his upper lip twitch but he remained motionless. I had obviously caught him off-guard. "Because if you are, I won't hesitate to defend myself. You still haven't recovered from your accident so you probably know I have the upper hand this time."
Kazuya's lips remained sealed. We stared at each other for the longest time. With all the bandages on his body, he looked less of a threat to me. Though he always appeared angry, his long nose and piercing eyes made him dashing in his own way. Another gentle breeze came inside the room, causing my hair to dance along with it. The bright, bluish moonlight gave a ghost-like glow to my already pale skin. Somehow, this made Kazuya's eyes widen even more.
"I can understand why those thoughts would cross your mind," I nodded and gave him a small, tight smile. "You are, after all, a man with physical needs and desires. And since I am the only woman around, it's plausible, what you want to do. But I can't and won't be giving you what you want."
Kazuya seemed taken aback by my calmness. I was relieved to see that I had stopped him without using any force. I allowed myself to relax and widening my smile at him, I stood up.
"Since we're both awake, we might as well have a cup of green tea," without waiting for his consent, I walked out the room. I prepared the tea quickly and returned. I wasn't surprised to see Kazuya, lying on his own futon, his back towards me. I slipped the cup I'd prepared for him under the curtain and began to sip my own.
I stared at him, my mind reeling with confusion. When he touched me, I didn't really want him to stop. In fact, at one point, I had wanted him to go further...much further. I shuddered and shut my eyes, trying to keep those thoughts away. I haven't felt sensations as intense as those before. It scared me. Why was I drawn to him so? Setting my half-empty cup aside, I slipped under the covers, trying my best to ease my restless mind.
Chapter IV