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 VIII: Divine Prophecy
A week has passed since Grandmother Kaoru forbade me to see Kazuya. Night after night, I muffled her words to the deepest corners of my mind and gave so much of myself to Kazuya, that when it was over, we would both be so out of breath, we would fall immediately to sleep. Many times he had asked me what was wrong but I would simply smile and say nothing.
It was a particularly foggy morning that day. I was sitting at the edge of the dock, dipping my feet on the water's surface as I watched the sun rise above the mountains. I had exhausted Kazuya so much, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be up until noon. I would've stayed in bed longer if not for the nightmares that have been waking me up for the last few days.
I shuddered at the memory of that horrible dream. In it, I was running hand in hand with Kazuya through fields and fields of sunflowers. Suddenly, the sky would turn dark and the flowers would die. Kazuya would be hit by lightning and turn into this devil like creature. Then, he would ravage my body until I too, became like him...a devil.
"If you don't put an end to it soon, you will be further consumed by his darkness," Grandmother's prophecy reverberated through my head. Is this a sign of her prophecy coming to light? I'd hate to think so. No! I won't believe so!
I heard the distinct sound of footsteps echoing along the wooden dock. Kazuya has come to join me at last. He's so full of surprises; I don't think I'll ever lose interest in him. I stood up and turned, only to have my smile fade immediately. It wasn't Kazuya. It was Grandmother Kaoru.
"Ohayo," I mustered and bowed.
"Good morning to you, too," Grandmother greeted briskly. "So? Is he gone?"
"No, Grandmother."
"What?!"
"I can't and won't leave Kazuya," I stated with defiance in my voice. Grandmother Kaoru shook her head.
"Baka...didn't you listen to what I said before?!"
"I listened. That doesn't mean I have to obey it."
"Fool! You're letting your lust cloud your thoughts!"
"It's not lust, Grandmother!"
"Then, what is it?! Stupidity? Ignorance?"
"LOVE!" I cried out. I couldn't control myself any more. "That's right, Grandmother! I love Kazuya! Even you should be able to understand that!"
"Listen to yourself, girl," Grandmother settled her eagle eyes on me. "Listen to you shouting at an old woman. You never let anger override your thoughts before! This isn't you! You have allowed the darkness to creep into your soul!"
I choked on my words. Is it true? Have I really succumbed to the darkness? But I couldn't have...have I? And my anger...my anger...
"So what if I get angry?! It's normal for people to get angry especially if it has something to do with taking their loved ones away!"
"Normal people..." Grandmother Kaoru shook her head again. She ambled past me to the edge of the pier and looked up at the rising sun. She didn't speak for a while but when she did, she surprised me with a gentle, motherly voice.
"Is there really no stopping you, child?"
"I'm afraid not, Grandmother," I answered. She took a deep breath.
"Isn't it a glorious day?" she asked, quite out of context. She set her sights back on me, a soft smile on her lips. "It was exactly like this, the day you came to this Earth. There was a gentle mist that surrounded the trees then, and when the rays of the sun touched your skin, you seemed to glow."
At that moment, a small bird, very likely the one that lighted on my shoulder the first time Kazuya and I made love flew towards me. I raised my hand which it eagerly landed on. I stroked its smooth head and like last time, it twittered.
"Look how they adore you...these creatures..." Grandmother commented. "They're never afraid of you...not like they are of ordinary humans...but you don't understand the connection. I can't tell you the connection..." she trailed off.
"What connection, Grandmother?" I queried. I was quite puzzled by her behavior. The little bird, as if sensing what was coming, flew off into the sky.
"Please," she was close to begging now. She held my hands in hers. "Please child. Please...just leave this man. Do it for your sake. Do it for your mother. Your father. Do it for your parents...your wonderful, departed parents."
I was alarmed now. I quickly snatched my hands away.
"My parents?!" I exclaimed. "What do they have to do with this?! I'm sure they would have approved of my relationship with Kazuya! I love him! I'll always love him! Nothing you say can change that!"
Grandmother winced. She tightened her lips together and bent her head down. When she looked up at me again, she took on that stern expression she always has.
"Fine! I see you have been blinded...so horribly blinded! I'll have no choice but to drag you out and make you face reality myself! And...it is perhaps, time, for you to know the truth about your birth."
I wanted to run. I was afraid of what she might say but my desire to know the truth nailed my feet to where I stood. Grandmother hobbled to the edge of the dock and sat there. I followed.
"I know I may have said some harsh things to you that night," Grandmother began, "and I, especially accused you of tainting the Kazama blood...when you didn't...you never did and never will."
"What do you mean, Grandmother?"
"You..." she swerved her blank eyes at me, "...are not of the Kazama clan."
"What?!" I sat back, stunned. I'm...not...a Kazama? I put my hand over my chest to calm my pounding heart. I didn't know if I should believe it or not. It sounded preposterous. My silence told my grandmother to go on.
"My daughter...the woman you called Mother...she was barren," Grandmother's voice seemed to crack. "She could not bear children. She and your father prayed for years and yet they weren't blessed with a child they so deserved."
"Then, on a morning, very much like this, they found you, in the forest. You lay in a cradle of soft grass. The forest creatures gathered around you, as if they sensed your how special you are...and indeed, you are special. Your parents took you in, raised and loved you like you were their own."
"The first time I laid eyes on you, I knew you were different. Even for a young child, you showed so much wisdom and innocence than other children your age. While your cousins played tag, you played in the forest with your animal friends. Why, at times, I thought you were a forest nymph...your appearance reflecting all the beauty from your surroundings. Now, you've grown...and you still remain like a forest nymph...a friend to Kami's creations..."
"But, Grandmother," I started to object. "The only reason the animals are not afraid of me is because I've grown up in these mountains. I talk to them, I feed them, I--"
"Don't you think it strange that they approach you with no hesitation or fear?" Grandmother interrupted. "I've lived in these mountains longer than you or any people in these parts have. I am nearing a century and not once has a bird lighted on my fingers the way it did you. And there's many a hunter in these mountains. Animals have become wary of people...but never to you."
"I still don't understand..." I shook my head softly. "What do animals have to do with this? And if I'm not a Kazama...who am I?"
"Not who..." Grandmother fixed her gaze on me. "...but what," she painstakingly stood up and faced away from me. I was now more confused than ever.
"You, Jun..." Grandmother took in a huge breath. "...are an angel."
"W-what do you mean?"
"I'm saying you are not from this Earth but from somewhere divine," she faced me again. "Over twenty years ago, it had been prophesized that a child from the Heavens shall be given unto the Earth and its people, to rid it of the devil that has come to fester the hearts of many. You, Jun, are that child. You are the chosen one."
The chosen one...I don't know how many times I've heard that from the people around me. I never really understood what it meant. And now that my grandmother gave me the answer, instead of being enlightened, I became even more baffled.
"B-but that can't be!" I rose from where I sat. "I-I can't be an angel! I can't be! I'm just...me!"
"Yes, you are you. You are the angel sent to save us all," Grandmother said. "Haven't you ever wondered why you don't look at all like your parents? Like your cousins?"
"I always thought I looked like you when you were younger..." I squeaked. Grandmother chuckled.
"You flatter me, child," she smiled. "But no. Your beauty isn't ordinary. It comes from the goodness of your soul. I know of a lot of people who visited these mountains and after seeing you, claim that you are the most beautiful girl they ever saw."
I shook my head softly. This was all too much for me. An angel...I haven't done anything that makes me worthy to even be called that.
"As the chosen angel..." Grandmother continued, "You have the power to ward off evil. You have the power to sense it, and take it away from people's hearts."
I raised my head when I heard this. The power to take evil away?
"So...it has already happened," Grandmother guessed. "May I ask who?"
"Kazuya..." I answered softly and then gulped. "I took the devil away from him," I turned to my grandmother again but this time, with pain and turmoil in my eyes. "He's not evil anymore, Grandmother! I can't understand why you'd hate for me to be with him. I don't think I can love anyone else as much as I love him. I'm allowed to love, aren't I?"
"True. You are allowed to. Just not with this man."
"What's wrong with Kazuya?! Sure he can be hateful, but he's been through a lot more than anyone ever should. And like I said before, I took the devil away from him! I saw that spirit release him!"
"The spirit is not the same as the body," Grandmother stood up from where she sat, leaning against her cane for support.
"What do you mean?"
"It is in his blood," Grandmother explained. "The devil is in his blood. Even if the spirit did flee from him, his very flesh contains the seed of evil. He is the devil that you, as the chosen one, must defeat."
I felt my heart shatter to pieces. The bright sun hid behind the thick clouds, giving an ominous, dark look to Yakushima Lake. My knees buckled and gave away, bringing me down to the wooden surface of the dock. Kazuya...my beloved Kazuya...is my enemy?
"That's a lie!" I shouted. "IT'S ALL A LIE!!!" I pounded my hands on the floor. Then, I brought them to my face where I tried to block away my tears. Who exactly am I?! What exactly am I?! Through my constant weeping, I felt my grandmother give me a gentle pat on the back.
"Hush now, dear," she crooned. "I'm sorry to be the one to ruin your first romance but I'm afraid it's something no amount of crying can change."
"What do I do now?" I asked, my voice faltering.
"Well..." Grandmother sighed. "The time is not yet right for you to face him in battle. The circumstances are not in your favor as it is. You'll need to wait longer but for now, you must send him away."
"What if I can't? Grandmother, I love him so much!" I started to bawl. I was going to lose Kazuya again. And I spent so much of my life looking for him!
"You don't love him," my grandmother contradicted. "You're simply confused. He is after all, the first man to ever bring himself deep into your life. And of course you yourself would be drawn to him. You are drawn to his evil just as he too, is drawn to your purity. Why is this so? Because both of you are compelled by your blood to seek out and destroy the other."
"D-destroy?"
"That's right. You belong to opposite forces. Both of you were born to do battle for different sides. Perhaps, because of the unique circumstances, you both mistook your being drawn to each other as love. In this case, the saying 'Opposites Attract', prove to be true."
I began to gather myself from my bewilderment. As hard as it was for me to admit, the things my grandmother said made sense. So...this isn't really love? Are Kazuya and mine's attraction simply brought about by our impulse to destroy each other?
"I...I need some time to think," I stood up slowly, leaning against one of the posts to keep myself from falling.
"There isn't much time, child. You must go to him now," Grandmother directed. I gave her a short glance and nodded, my feet feeling like lead as I strode towards the cottage.
"I'm sorry, Jun..." was the last thing I heard my grandmother say before I started shedding tears again.
A/N: Booohooohooo! That was so sad! Again, Grandmother Kaoru is not an official NAMCO character. I don't know if Jun's really an angel or not (I believe she is), but unofficial NAMCO info had stated that she and Angel are one and the same. That's why I added that fact in this chapter. For more details, go to my Jun/Kazuya site by clicking on my profile. The link is there. Meanwhile, you better stay tuned. I'm a little close to the ending now. How close? We'll see.
Chapter IX