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 VI: Alone
The rain pounded hard against the roof. I stared blankly at the ceiling, my mind in complete disarray. I heard a loud snore. I turned to my side and watched Kazuya, his mouth hanging open while his arm rested over my stomach. I pulled the blanket further up my chin and went back to my thoughts.
Everything that happened several hours ago seemed like a memory from a dream. At one point, I actually thought it was; until I saw Kazuya, sleeping beside me. But...was it dream or a nightmare?
I buried my face in my hands and began to cry softly. What have I done?! I had disregarded the virtues I had lived by for so long and succumbed to this temptation. How could I have behaved with such abandon?! I shouldn't have given in. I shouldn't have chosen that dress. I shouldn't have gone boating with him! A lot of other ridiculous thoughts came to me but it all led to one thing: it was my fault. Kazuya's just a man. I'm the one to blame!
Kazuya stirred. I snapped my head to his direction and waited to see if he would wake. He didn't. I wiped the tears away and settled comfortably on the futon. Maybe...just maybe, something good will come out of this. I clung on to that thought, for it was the only thing that lulled me back to sleep, where all my anxieties can no longer reach me.
I felt something gently nudging my nose. I opened my eyes to see a gray squirrel, sniffing at me. I gave it a small smile. It looked at me one more time before scampering out the window. I sat up and stretched myself. The warm rays of the sun touched my bare skin, awakening the rest of my senses. I turned to the empty space beside me. Where had Kazuya gone to now?
I rose and put on a kimono. My white dress was missing. When I looked outside the window, I found it on the clothesline along with Kazuya's clothes, still dripping with water. It had obviously, been washed recently. Putting on my slippers, I started outside the house.
"Kazuya?" I called. There was no answer. He wasn't by the stump, chopping firewood like he usually does. He wasn't by the well either. I hurried to my father's old shed but no one was there.
"Kazuya!" I called again. My yells fell through deaf ears. I ran out of the woods and in to full view of Yakushima Lake. Memories from yesterday made me shiver as I made my way on the dock, my slippers making tap-tap noises on the wooden pier. The rowboat was tied to the post so he couldn't have gone boating. I scanned the surface of the lake. Perhaps Kazuya went for a swim. I knelt down to have a feel of the water. It was awfully cold. I don't see why anyone would want to take a dip in this temperature.
A strong breeze came, causing me to hug myself. As I trekked back to the house, I was filled with dread. Where could he be?! How could he just leave without saying goodbye? That's when I realized the ugly truth. I shook my head. I could feel the tears behind my eyes but I fought them back. Kazuya had used me. He just used me! Men...what typical creatures! I should've known this would happen. Once he had his way with me, he probably found no reason to stay.
I took a shaky breath and went back in the house to have a bit of tea. For a long time, all I did was stare out into space. I didn't realize how much time had passed until I looked at the clock. A soft drizzle started outside followed by another storm. Nature seemed to mirror what I was feeling at that very moment.
I set my empty cup on the table and pulled my knees to my chest. I rested my head over them. My emotions took hold again but this time, I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my eyes. I cried for the longest time. I cried for the values I had disrespected. I cried for the little girl in me, whose innocence had been taken away because of my neglect. I cried for the part of me I lost the moment I gave myself to the first man I got thoroughly involved with. But most of all, I cried for Kazuya. Poor lost, confused Kazuya, who was simply caught up in his tormented thoughts and sought refuge in the only woman who showed him compassion: me.
The cold wind howled throughout the house. I must have left the back door open. I stood up and headed towards it when I heard the door, slide to a close. I wasn't alone. I hurried to the kitchen. There stood Kazuya, drenched from head to toe. His sleeveless black shirt and denim pants were soaked to his skin. There was a bag of groceries on the kitchen counter.
"Damn rain!" he cursed. He riveted his eyes on me and let out a smirk. "Makes you feel a sense of déjà vu, doesn't it?"
"Kazuya!"
"Who were you expecting, anyway?" he opened the bag and took out the canned food, meat, vegetables and fruits one by one. He turned to me again. Something he saw made him stop. Slowly he walked towards me, his gaze intense. He put his hand on my cheek and wiped one of my tears with his thumb. I shuddered.
"Why are you crying?" he asked in a tone he never used before.
"Oh...uh..." I wiped the rest of my tears away and managed a smile. "T-this...it's nothing, really."
"Nothing?" he took on a very serious look and crossed his arms across his chest. "You're not...regretting anything...are you?"
I didn't answer. Kazuya pressed his lips together, his eyes falling to the floor.
"If you're thinking I should leave, then--"
"No, Kazuya," I shook my head vigorously. "I...I didn't make you do anything I didn't want for myself in the end."
"So why are you crying then?"
"I...thought you left me..." I shifted my eyes away. I felt silly saying that. It sounded so childish. The long stretch of silence made me even more uncomfortable than I already was. Finally, Kazuya walked back to the groceries.
"I bought these from town. Don't worry 'coz I used my card. The bus got stuck in the mud for a while. That's why I'm late," he continued to unpack as if we didn't have a moment.
"Why did you take that much effort to buy these?" I asked, coming up beside him. Everything he bought looked fresh and the canned goods were those high-priced, high-quality ones.
"Just thought you could cook something special for tonight," he shrugged. I looked at him then. With all he'd bought, I could prepare a feast! Did he want to celebrate our...our...
"I better take these," I took the meat and hurried towards the icebox, where Kazuya couldn't see my beet-red face.
Chapter VII