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 X: Forgiven and Forbidden
A hundred and three...
A hundred and four...
A hundred and five...
I kept my mind distracted by counting the number of brush strokes I made to my already shiny hair. Night had finally fallen. The chirping of crickets chorused through the bushes and echoed along the trees of Yakushima forest. Sighing deeply, I put my brush back on the dresser and stared at the teary-eyed woman in front of me. It seems I had exhausted my reservoir of tears. I don't really think I can cry any more than I did.
I had already packed Kazuya's belongings in a small suitcase and put it on the front porch, where he was sure to see it; if ever he does come around again. I'm hoping he will. That way, I can explain to him, at least vaguely, why I did what I had to. Maybe then, he'll understand. Oh, God! Please let him understand!
An ominous feeling ran down my spine, making me shiver. I stood up and readied myself. I wasn't alone. Sure enough, I heard the distinct sound of footfalls coming from the kitchen. With as little noise as possible, I stealthily went on my way, keeping my senses sharp. When I reached the kitchen, my suspicions proved right. It wasn't Kazuya.
A man dressed in a tight-fitting, black army fatigue was standing there with a machine gun in hand. I couldn't see his face, for he had it covered in a black ski mask, his eyes concealed behind night vision goggles. I watched him take what looked like a walkie-talkie from his belt and begin to whisper into it.
"H3 to O5. Negative as of the moment. Commencing search now. Over."
"Haaaaah!" I quickly emerged from my hiding place and kicked the machine gun off the intruder's hand, sending it flying out the open window. He was so surprised that he fell flat on the floor.
"Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?!" I demanded to know. The man slowly stood up and took that walkie-talkie again, which turned out to be a palmtop computer.
"Kazama, Jun," he read from the contraption. "One of the top 3WC officers. Sent to infiltrate the Mishima Zaibatsu. Entered the second Iron Fist Tournament," he looked up at me, as if comparing me to something he saw on the palmtop. "You're the woman who was constantly following Kazuya. Where is he?!"
"I don't know," I shook my head. "And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Now, get out!" I kicked the palmtop away and turned to use my other leg to hit him in the face. He smashed through the back door and landed on the soft earth. I proceeded outside but maintained my fighting stance as I watched him struggle to sit up. He raised his wrist to his mouth and called through his watch.
"Hawk, Falcon and Owl unit! H3 requesting back up! I repeat! H3 requesting--AAGGH!" I had kicked his face again but this time, I made sure he became down for the count. Then, I heard noises. It was coming from around me. Men dressed in the same suit as my unconscious intruder materialized from the forest. I turned to look every which way. I was surrounded. One man walked over to his fallen comrade and groped at his neck.
"He's alive," the man announced. "I can't believe H3 got beat up...and by a woman!" he said, directing himself at me.
I tightened my fists and held my ground. I moved my eyes from side to side, trying to device a fighting strategy. When one of the armed men took a small step forward, that was my cue. I jumped high up in the air and landed behind one of them, disarming him and putting him out with a blow to the nape. The others started to attack. I made three of them fall at the same time with one swift swipe of the leg. No sooner had I began to knock out one of them when another came to strike.
Fighting them turned out harder than I thought it would be but I managed to knock out four and twisted the arm of one. Suddenly, I felt a sharp blow on my neck, bringing me down to the ground. I tried to stand up but the man straddled my back. He tugged on my hair and pressed his weapon against my face. The other men began to gather themselves.
"We underestimated you, Ms. Kazama," the man who was straddling me spoke. "Now, tell us where Kazuya Mishima is!"
"What do you want with him?!"
"We were sent by Heihachi Mishima to eliminate him," he pressed firearm harder against my cheek. "Tell us where he is and we'll spare you."
"NO!!!" I screamed with defiance. "I'll never tell you where he is!"
"Who is he to you, anyway?! Why are you protecting him?!"
"O5!" someone called. "I found this suitcase on the front porch. The target's possessions are in it."
"So..." the man they called O5 turned his attention back to me. "You were living with him?"
"What if I did?!" I yelled. "Get off me, you bastard!!!" I tried to wiggle my way free but he was too heavy. He tugged on my hair sharply, causing me to cry out.
"We could use her for bait," he declared and stood up, dragging me along and slamming me head first to a nearby tree. I was disoriented. My vision blurred. Something warm trickled down the top of my forehead and onto my chin: blood.
I sagged limply against the tree. I felt him tie my wrists behind my back. He then turned me over on my side. I was too weak to put up a fight. Everything started to become dimmer and I knew I was slowly slipping into unconsciousness.
A shadow came out from the bushes. I could hear shouting...gunshots...and silence. Dead silence. The shadow hovered over me and took me into its arms...and I fainted.
I woke up with a start. For a moment, I didn't know where I was. I was so frightened that I couldn't stop myself from crying out. Immediately after that, I felt strong arms hold me in a tight embrace.
"Shhhh....shhh....it's alright. It's alright..."
"K-Kazuya?...."
"Hush now...you need to rest...."
"Kazuya...Kazuya..." my voice began to crack. I could feel the tears emerging from my eyes. It all came back to me: how those men had come to kill Kazuya and in the process, almost did the same to me. And Kazuya...he saved me. He saved me yet again...
"Kazuya!" I buried my face on the nook of his neck, wrapping my arms tightly around him. He hushed my cries, stroking the small of my back with his hands to comfort me. He started to rock me gently and I felt safer.
"K-Ka...zuya...."
"Rest," he said again and laid me back on the futon. Only then did I realize where I was. I was back in my room. I felt the bandages on my forehead, hands and knees. The candlelight flickered, causing the shadows to dance on my savior's face. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looked so different...quite peaked. And yet...I've never seen him this dashing.
Kazuya lay on his side and reached out to wipe a fugitive tear from my face. I held his hand in mine and pressed it against my face. I closed my eyes and savored the warmth of his palm on my skin...the palm, which only hours ago, had struck me mercilessly several times. Kazuya moved in closer and gathered me in his arms again, burying his head in my hair so I couldn't see his face.
"I'm sorry for what I did..." he whispered. "And I'm sorry I wasn't there. If I'd only known..."
"You had the right to be angry," I answered, letting my arms enclose around his muscled form. "I sent you away...rather harshly, without telling you everything."
"Why did you?" he asked, lifting his head away. There was so much pain and torment in his eyes; I was sure it was a mirror of my own. Taking one deep breath, I began to tell him the truth.
Kazuya listened without saying a word although once in a while, his fingers would come to stroke my hair. When I came to the part that he and I can never be together, I broke down and cried. He held me to him and planted a kiss on my wounded forehead. For the longest time, all we did was to hold on to our tight embrace. Finally, Kazuya spoke; not with words, but with sweet kisses and gentle caresses.
No. I didn't muffle Grandmother Kaoru's stinging words of warning. In fact, I didn't hear them at all. All I heard was the calling of my flesh and my heart. I wanted to be with Kazuya. I needed to be with Kazuya. Why can't Fate see that?
My fingers fumbled with the buttons of my lover's shirt while he untied my kimono, our lips meeting from time to time in that all too forbidden kiss. Maybe because this act was indeed forbidden, it made us yearn for each other even more than we ever thought possible.
I slid my palm across Kazuya's huge scar. I could almost feel the pain it had inflicted on him. He held my hand to his pounding heart. His skin was warm to the touch. Then, he lowered himself to me and peeled my kimono away. He was staring intently at something. It was a wound on my shoulder: a scratch mark he had left when he tore at me in a fit of rage. He looked at me with apologetic eyes and turned to kiss the wound. My fingers curled at his hair as his tongue slid down smoothly along my shoulder. He then moved towards my neck, his lips never leaving my skin. He wiggled free from the rest of his garments and eased himself on me.
Kazuya grazed his teeth on the side of my neck. It stung, but the pain wasn't bad. Not bad at all. He proceeded to suck and lick the freshly made wound, as if he wanted to taste all of me. Lifting my head slightly, I too, nipped at his neck, causing him to grunt in ecstasy. When we were done, he gazed at the reddish mark on my neck which was identical to his. By this deed, we had staked our claim upon each other.
Lowering his face towards me again, we locked our lips together, our tongues dancing over the other. I moved my hands up and down his back, rubbing his tense muscles as we continued to kiss. When I felt him probing gently, I was only too eager to open up to him.
Be it forbidden or not, be it love or lust, I didn't know or cared for anything at that moment. No one can see us. No one can hear us. To the world, we didn't exist. That sense of sanctity and isolation allowed me to let myself go and surrender fully to mine and Kazuya's lovemaking.
I moaned with pleasure when Kazuya finally entered me. His loud and raspy breaths echoed through my ears, filling me with exhilaration as he began that ancient rhythmic motion, his damp body rubbing against my own. I tightened my legs around his hips. Kazuya took me soaring to heights of bliss I never thought I would reach.
"Jun...Jun...Jun..."
Never did my name sound sweeter coming from his lips. He repeated my name over and over again as if it was the one that gave him strength.
"Kazuya..." I whispered breathlessly in his ear. I knew he was close to the edge and so was I. With one final push, he shuddered and came upon me in hot spasms. I shivered against him. Slowly, he moved himself away and settled beside me, his arms still around my petite form. He pulled me closer to him and I put my head between his shoulder and neck.
"I don't care what Destiny holds for us..." Kazuya murmured. "All I care about now...is you."
I snapped my head towards him. Did he actually say that? He gazed back at me, his eyes full of assurance that he was telling the truth.
"One thing's for sure," he cupped my face in his palms. "What I had been suspecting for so long proved to be true. You are indeed...an angel...my angel."
"I love you, Kazuya," I blurted out suddenly. My eyes widened. Why did I say that?!
Kazuya was stunned for a moment. He didn't speak but I thought I could see a smile dancing in his obsidian eyes. He moved in closer and allowed his lips to meet mine. The softness of his kiss...the warmth and passion in it...this gesture came down to the same words I had just spoken: 'I Love You'. Already I knew Kazuya wasn't a man of affectionate words but when it came to actions, he spoke more words of adoration than he ever could in a lifetime.
When it was over, I gave out a wide smile and eased myself comfortably against his heaving body, my heart bursting with happiness and contentment.
"You're wrong, Grandmother Kaoru," I thought. "This...is love."
A/N: It may have gotten a little sappy in the end and if you didn't like it, then, sorry. Very very close to the ending. Title of the next chapter is "A New Memory".
Chapter XI