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 V: Surrender unto Me
The days passed by fairly quickly with Kazuya as my constant companion. I never realized how solitary my life was until I went to the city. Though I still have many, of my animal friends, having another human being around to talk to made readjusting to this rural world far easier.
Kazuya and I had grown quite comfortable with each other. We didn't need to speak in order to communicate. We would simply look into each other's eyes and almost know what the other was thinking. I wasn't as tense about sleeping in the same room with him after the night he touched me. I've put that in the past but more often than not, it crosses my mind and I had to busy myself just to keep the memory of his touch away.
Kazuya continued to help me with my household chores especially those that were strenuous. Every morning, he'd fetch buckets of water from the deep well. He'd also fix a wall or two which have been worn down from years of neglect. He also did a little reinforcing around the house's structure. But what excited me the most, was when he announced that he had fixed my father's old rowboat. I was so happy that I thanked him, rather enthusiastically, by giving him a hug.
"Thank you, Kazuya!" I cried. "It's been so long since I last used it. Thank you!" I stepped back and beamed a wide smile at him. His facial expression didn't change, though he was blinking more than he should.
"I know," I said as a great idea dawned on me. "Why don't we have a little tour of the lake? It's an absolutely wonderful day for a little boating. But if you don't want to, I won't mi--"
"Boating's good," Kazuya interrupted, his voice unchanged.
"I'll help you get the rowboat out," I offered.
"No. You go ahead. I'll meet you by the lake," he answered, still in that low tone before quickly exiting the house.
I went to my room and ruffled through my closet, searching for the right dress. I have a lot of kimonos and city clothes but all seemed inappropriate for a day like this. Then I found the long white dress which I had bought a few months back. I also found the matching pair of sandals. This would be the first time I'd wear it and there's no better time than mine and Kazuya's first trek outside the cottage grounds.
I put on the dress and applied a light lipstick. I stepped in front of my full-length mirror and gazed at my reflection. I've never really considered myself an exotic beauty, but what I saw made me think as to why I did all this for a day out with Kazuya. I shook my head. I was being silly. Most women would pamper themselves far more than I did.
I adjusted my headband and headed out the cottage. I didn't find Kazuya outside. He was probably in my father's old shed, doing some last minute adjustments to the boat.
I hurried to the lake which was only a few distance from the house. I broke away from the woods and basked under the beauty of Yakushima Lake. The waves shimmered and sparkled like jewels in the sea. The lake took on the silvery color of the thick clouds that sailed on the skies above. It was absolutely enthralling.
I slipped off my sandals and stepped into the cool water. A strong breeze came, lifting my hair over my shoulders. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of the wind along my skin. I continued to walk along the edge of the lake kicking at the water like I used to as a little girl. I was so lost in the memory of my childhood that at that moment, I did feel like a little girl again. I spun around in a circle, giggling when I foolishly sprinkled water over my dress.
"Oh," I stopped at the sight of Kazuya, staring at me from the dock. He was wearing a white, button-up, cotton shirt with long sleeves and a pair of dark slacks. He left two of the top buttons undone, partially revealing his muscular chest. The rowboat was already tied to the post. How long he had been standing there, I didn't know. Putting my sandals back on, I hurried to his side.
"You seemed to be enjoying yourself," Kazuya commented.
"Gomen nasai," I apologized. "Did I make you wait?"
"No. I just got here," he said quickly. Too quickly.
"Well," I tilted my head and smiled. "Ready to go?"
"Hai," he nodded and stepped on the boat. He held out his hand to help me mount safely but the boat was shaking so much that I lost my balance. I would've fallen on the water if Kazuya hadn't quickly pulled me towards him.
Time seemed to stop at that very moment. The wind died down and the birds ceased singing. It was almost as if all of nature's eyes were on me and Kazuya. I was pressed against him, his arms tight around me. I could feel the beating of his heart which was a mirror of my own. Those confusing feelings...they washed over me again. What was happening to me?
"Daijobu ka?" he asked.
"I...I'm fine," I exhaled as he let go of me. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until then.
"We better get going," Kazuya sat on the back end of the rowboat and took out the oar. When I had settled myself on the front end, he began to move the boat.
I was quite surprised at his expertise. It made me suspect he had done this before. We sailed on smoothly along the crystal surface of the lake. I began telling Kazuya about the times I spent here. With my words, I reminisced my childhood days, sharing my memories with him.
We had gone to the deeper part of the lake when a small bird lighted on my shoulder. I stroked its smooth, gray feathers and it twittered. Keeping my balance, I slowly stood up and raised my arm to the sky. The bird pranced up to my hand before flying away. Its feet had tickled my skin, causing me to let out a soft laugh. I turned to Kazuya. He had stopped rowing, his eyes fixed intently on me. A hard jolt suddenly shook the boat and before I could even scream, I was underwater.
I took a huge breath when I resurfaced. I was under the over-turned boat. I sputtered and wiped the water from my eyes. Kazuya was floating in front of me, his hair pasted to his forehead. His hands were on my waist, keeping me afloat.
"Are you alright?" his thick brows furrowed to the middle of his forehead.
"I-I'm okay," I nodded. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stood up."
"It was my fault," Kazuya interjected. "I wasn't paying attention to my rowing. We hit a large rock."
"Oh..."
We were so close to each other now. I could practically see my reflection in his dark, onyx eyes. But I saw something else that excited and frightened me at the same time. I felt his hands tighten around my waist and fraction by fraction, he was pulling me towards him.
"K-Kazuya, we better get back on course. We could catch a death of cold here," I chuckled nervously.
"Oh...right," he plunged down the water and I followed him out from under the boat. With one swift move of his hand, he turned the boat upright and helped me up. When we were both safely on the boat, my tensions flared. There I was, my beautiful white dress drenched to my skin, making the material transparent. I crossed my arms over my breasts, embarrassed to look at Kazuya, who had just taken off his wet cotton shirt and set it aside. Then, I realized my favorite headband was missing.
"Looking for this?" Kazuya held out my soaked hair accessory.
"Thanks," I was about to take it when he moved forward and put it on my head himself. When he drew away, his face was still very close to mine. I could feel his warm breath on my face. My heart was beating madly against my chest. There was that look again. He was staring with such intensity, making it difficult for me to break away from those eyes. And softly...almost magically...his lips fell on my own.
I was so lost in confusion. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming; but when he laid me back on the boat, I knew it was real. Kazuya's lips clamped down on mine, his hand caressing my back while the other caressed my unblemished face. I didn't know how or why it was happening. Had I subconsciously sent signals which made him think and act out these wicked thoughts? Was I, in a way, wicked myself for allowing him to act out these fantasies?
"Wicked...evil...sinful...immoral..." the words pounded again and again in my head. I wanted to stop him, to tell him this wasn't right; but then he began touching me in places no man ever had. I gasped at the feel of his hand on my breast, feeling them behind the thin fabric of my already soaked clothes. His lips slid towards the nook of my neck, his tongue sliding along my smooth skin.
I shuddered. I wanted him to stop and I wanted him to go on. I was so confused. What should I do? I held his face, intending to stop him only to end up pulling him closer to me, resulting in a deeper, more passionate kiss. I welcomed his moist lips to mine while his hands traveled up my leg, taking my dress up to my hips.
I began to breathe even faster at the feel of him against me. Wave after wave of heat traveled from my legs to my abdomen, making me shiver. His mouth was now at the hollow of my neck. The electricity from his kiss caused me to arch my back, which excited him even more. Slowly, he brought the strap of my dress down to my arm, exposing my full bosom to his need.
Kazuya lifted his head and stared at me, his eyes in dark and limpid pools of desire. This was my chance. I have to stop him before it's too late! I opened my mouth to speak but he muffled me with another intense kiss. My eyes widened at the feel of his tongue against mine. I moaned against his mouth when he cupped my breast and gently caressed it. Then, he started rubbing his strong, muscular body against me, an act which made my heart lurch to my throat. I felt my wall of resistance start to crumble.
"WICKED! EVIL! SINFUL! IMMORAL!" the words came at full force now but every time I start to protest, Kazuya would kiss me into silence. His tongue now trailed down my chin, my neck and settled in the valley of my breasts.
"Please...please...please..." I begged for Kazuya to stop but I couldn't even utter the word. He took my unfinished sentence as a form of encouragement. I heard his loud and frequent intakes of breath. His hands were working in a frenzy, chorusing through the whole of my body and sending electrifying explosions within me. Then, his lips fell on my right breast, his free hand caressing the other one.
Stopping this from happening was like holding back a tsunami. It would have been easier if I had not wanted it...but I did. The woman in me, which had so long desired for a man's touch, was breaking out from her shell of purity. I moaned loudly when Kazuya continued to suckle and nudge my breasts. All my futile attempts to cease his actions were drowned out by the anticipation of his next kiss...his next touch...his next caress. A sudden bump caused him to lift his head away. Our rowboat had somehow, floated back towards the dock, colliding softly with one of the posts.
Kazuya sat back and stared at me. I closed my eyes and didn't move. I barely breathed. My sensible side returned. This was the moment I have been waiting for. I could stop this! I could hold him back and if he persists, I could easily escape. But the other side of me insisted I stay put. I was too confused and frightened to do anything else anyway, so I heeded the latter. What was Kazuya planning to do now? Would he get off the boat and leave me? Forever, perhaps? Or would he ignore the disturbance and continue with his act? I didn't know what to think about both options.
Then, he leaned forward, hovering over my trembling, almost naked body. He was going to take me again, I thought; but he surprised me by putting one arm under my back and the other, under my legs. He stood up, stepped out of the boat and on to the dock, with me, lying limply in his arms. Strangely, I felt safe and secure in them.
As he carried me towards the cottage, I dared not look in his eyes. I was still in a daze. I crossed my arms over my shoulders and tried to calm my pounding heart. "Squirm!" my mind cried, "Struggle and free yourself from him!" But my body, with a voice far more powerful, was saying the exact opposite. "You've been through a lot. And you're lonely. You know you are. You deserve a little happiness in light of your solitude. Break away from your chains and see how wonderful it is to truly live free..."
I wasn't even given enough time to make a choice for the next thing I knew, Kazuya was laying me down on his futon. I looked up and saw him, lowering his trousers. I closed my eyes. What was I doing?! Why was I letting this go on? I heard the rustle of drenched garments as he peeled the rest of my clothes away. I snapped my eyes open and saw his masculine face above me. We were completely naked beside each other. I could almost feel the heat emanating from his every pore.
Kazuya lowered his face to mine and gave me another kiss. His tongue traced the curves of my upper and lower lip before invading my mouth. I allowed my own tongue to slide over his, constantly changing the angle of my face to suit his motions. He laid his body over me now. My arms found its way around his broad shoulders, my hands giving his back soft and gentle strokes.
Then, I felt it. He was throbbing against me. Panic made my heart flutter. This was going too far! What had I gotten myself into?! I put both my hands on his chest and tried to push him away but he held my wrists over my head and pressed his strong body over mine, making escape impossible.
I locked my thighs tightly together. He crushed his full lips against my own and so help me, I still answered his kisses while the rest of me struggled to get free. He pressed on. I could feel his heart beating against his scarred chest. It was almost as if our hearts were one and the same. He was so strong and heavy; my legs could do nothing but give away.
"Kazuya...please...please st--"
Then came the shock of it. The realization that he was actually inside of me jolted me back to my senses. Kazuya let out a deep and loud moan. Pain seared. I freed my lips from his and screamed. I screamed over and over again until he clamped his palm over my mouth. He held his hand there, muffling my anguished cries.
"Sssshhh..." he hushed, and I whimpered then. Beneath him, I was helpless. Tears began to break free from my eyes and my whimpers became sobs. It was too late. He had broken through. I shut my eyes and hoped this would end soon, but he didn't move like I had expected. He was as still as I was. I fell silent. His hand moved away from my mouth, but I didn't scream. Sniffling, I looked up at his face. He was gazing at me with a different look in his eyes. Was it pity? Remorse? Disappointment?
Kazuya cupped my face with his hands and brought his lips to my forehead. He then rained soft kisses on my tear-stained cheeks, my nose, and my lips. These kisses were different. They weren't lustful. They were kisses of assurance...of security. He lifted his head slightly and looked into my eyes, our noses touching. I began to relax. My whimpers receded. I raised my hand and reached over to entwine my fingers with his. At this gesture, he let out a small smile: the first I ever saw on him. Bringing his lips to mine again, he began to move.
The pain had all but disappeared, and I was actually enjoying the feel of him inside me. I moved against his thrusts, our moans echoing throughout my small room. All through Kazuya's constant motions, our lips collided again and again, as if kissing was what kept us alive.
I didn't know how much time had passed, nor did I care. I was in Kazuya's arms and in that moment, nothing else mattered. Soon, I felt the sweat from his body mixing with my own, further dampening our already soaked skin.
Then, his thrusts became hard and frenzied. I moaned and gasped as loudly as he did. He pressed his cheek against mine and continued to charge forward in a pace that nearly drove me to insanity. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, almost holding on to him for dear life.
He came then. I felt him warm up my insides, the heat rushing to fill my face. I shuddered as an exhilarating sensation chorused through my abdomen and into the middle of my legs. I had followed. I closed my eyes and lay there, savoring the blissful aftermath of an act I hadn't experienced until now. I was so lost in the reverie that I barely acknowledged Kazuya's efforts to shake me back into reality.
"Jun!!!"
"I...I'm alright..." I managed to croak. He breathed out a deep sigh of relief, gave me a tight embrace before slowly lifting himself away from me. He lay on his side and pulled the blanket to cover our nudity. My eyes were still closed but I knew he was watching me. I felt his hand over my cheek just before fatigue pulled me into the peaceful oblivion of sleep.
Chapter VI