Author's notes: This story is mostly based on the Tekken Anime movie and is set right after Heihachi flew off on a helicopter 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 XI: A New Memory
My eyelids fluttered at the brightness of the morning light. I slowly opened my eyes and stretched myself, groaning as I did so. I relaxed and fixed my gaze on Kazuya, who had also, just begun to wake.
"Ohayo," I smiled. "Did you sleep well?"
"I spent the night in the arms of an angel. How did you think I slept?"
I chuckled at his unexpected compliment, though I already knew it to be a fact. I lifted my head to press my lips against his. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me towards him to prolong our first kiss of the day.
"I better prepare some breakfast. I'm starving," I stood up and put on my kimono. "You freshen up a bit. This is going to take a while," I hurried out the room and into the kitchen.
Sure enough, I did cook longer than usual. I wanted everything to be extra special that day. By the time I was finished Kazuya was already seated by the table, wearing the same white shirt he wore that day we went boating although this time, he wore a pair of denim pants. I was so pleased that I quickly changed into my long, white dress, which delighted him.
After eating, Kazuya and I spent most of the day just sitting on the porch, with me, leaning against his chest and his arms around my shoulders. Once in a while, we would talk about the times we had, the first time we met, the time we met again in the tournament and after which, we would fall into silence. We didn't need to speak in order to communicate but something was out of the ordinary. Kazuya became oddly quiet and pensive. I tried looking into his eyes but he shifted them away.
"We have to go somewhere," he said suddenly.
"Where?"
"Come on," he pulled me up from the porch and dragged me into the forest.
"Kazuya! Where are we going?!" I called. Already, I was out of breath. I didn't think he could run this fast.
"You'll see," he called back and we swerved to a familiar path. Oh no! Why is he taking me there?! Of all places, why there?!
We broke away from the woods and into a small clearing. A breeze moved through the grass, causing it to dance like waves in the sea. The wind brought with it the red and auburn leaves from the surrounding trees, signaling the start of autumn.
Kazuya squeezed my hand softly and I followed him to the edge of the cliff: the very cliff that bound us together with dreadful childhood memories. I whimpered and buried my face in his chest. Another chilly breeze blew, causing us to encircle our arms around each other.
"Do you remember this place?" he asked.
"How could I forget?" I replied, my voice small and cracking. "It's just horrible...just horrible..."
"That's why I took you here," he whispered. "So that you and I can purify this place of all unpleasantness. Together, we will make a new memory and reclaim this place from those horrid events."
"What are you saying, Kazuya?"
"Let's make love," he declared. "Right here. Let's make love like we've never done it before."
"Kazuya! Here? Now?!" I gasped. I was surprised yet undeniably excited by his proposal. He had never asked me to make love with him...not with words anyway. My blood rushed to my face and pounded in my ears. I couldn't stop myself from grinning.
"Yes. Right now..." he answered breathlessly and held my hands in his. "It is the first time we'll do it here so let's pretend it's the first time we've ever done it."
"Oh, Kazuya..." I sighed. I couldn't do much to resist. I didn't want to resist. Kazuya brought my hand to his lips and planted a small kiss there. It sent tingles to my arm and into my whole body.
"First, we must make a vow," he continued. "I, Kazuya Mishima, do hereby bound myself forever and ever to Jun Kazama, and swear to protect her and never let Fate or Destiny tear us apart."
I couldn't help but laugh at his exuberance. Focusing my attention to him, I started my own vows.
"I, Jun Kazama, do hereby bound myself forever and ever to Kazuya Mishima, and swear to love him for all eternity," I finished. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind came, lifting my hair to my face. For a moment, I was smothered by the thick raven strands that blocked my nose and eyes until Kazuya pushed those strands away. Why was I unexpectedly apprehensive? Was that an omen?
"Now, we must seal that vow with a kiss," he stepped forward and slowly, almost hesitantly, he pressed his lips to mine. All my worries vanished immediately after that.
If it was magic or if it was brought upon by my heart's longing, everything did feel like it was a first. Our kiss was soft and light, never invasive, never aggressive. We simply let our lips touch and dance upon the other. Our fingers were entwined tightly together, preventing our hands from exploring each other's bodies. I gradually loosened my hold on Kazuya's fingers, allowing him to slide his hands to my elbows.
When he drew his face away, I kept my eyes closed. This felt so different. It was almost as if we had just recited our marriage vows. And truth be told, I did feel like a bride. I opened my eyes to see Kazuya, with a soft smile. What he said next confirmed my suspicions of what he had wanted this to be.
"It's time," he said, his voice barely audible. "To consummate our vows..." he scooped me up and walked over to a comfortable spot under a tree. He laid me there and proceeded to unbutton his shirt. I reached out to help him but he held my hands and kissed each finger softly.
"Just lie there and relax..." he murmured in my ear. I did as I was told. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and tossed it aside. Then, he ran his fingers lightly over my face before following the trail with his lips. This time, his kisses were more fiery...more demanding...more intense. Each touch, each kiss reached into my soul, further deepening my love for him.
Kazuya ran his hands from my knees to my thighs, taking my gown up to my hips. He positioned himself comfortably above me and lowered his face to mine. For a while, all we did was stare at each other, as if we both wanted to take in each and every detail of our faces to forever immortalize this moment in our minds. When our faces closed in on another kiss, my hands flew to the back of his neck, my fingers curling at his spiky mane.
Kazuya's hands slithered down my shoulder, rubbing the small of my stomach before lighting on my breast. He held his hand there while we continued to kiss, his tongue finally slipping between my lips. I let out a shaky breath when his tongue flicked inside my mouth, his fingers grasping my breast and moving them in slow circles. He stroked my nipple softly with his thumb, the electricity from that touch further awakening my senses.
Kazuya now moved to the side of my neck, raining kisses along the way. He slid his hands from my waist, up to my shoulders and lifted the gown off my body. He set my dress aside, his eyes still lingering over my nudity. He then rid himself of his clothes, quite impatient with buttons and zippers. When he had completely stripped me and himself of all concealing garments, he eased himself back on me. My body trembled, both from anticipation and the chilly breeze but I knew warmth would be coming soon.
As soon as he brought his body down on me, I sensed his rigidity, which heightened my excitement. I knew he was ready and so was I. Yet, he was holding back. That was the wonder of it all. He held himself back just so he could savor each and every inch of me. It made me feel so special...so wanted...so needed...and so loved.
I cupped his face between my palms. Oh, he was recklessly handsome, with his thick brows that furrowed to the middle of his wide forehead and with strands of his sturdy black hair tousled by the wind, his rippling muscles radiating of pure masculinity and Herculean strength. But strength, no matter how much of it he has, was drowned out by tenderness of his loving caress.
I drew Kazuya's face closer to mine, were once again, our tongues entwined in a fiery kiss. He put both his hands over my breasts, molding them to the shape of his need. I arched my back to signal my eagerness for him. He let out a deep growl but still, he held himself back. It was exquisite torture, what he was doing, delaying what I was wild to have now. But his kisses told me to be patient, assuring me that all will be wonderful in the end.
His lips sank from my face and to the valley of my breasts before finally clamping around one of them. My moans joined with my loud, raspy breaths as I lolled my head in pure ecstasy at the feel of his damp tongue dancing around my nipple. His hand moved away from my other breast and slid along the curves of my torso before settling in a place that made me gasp loudly.
"K-Kazuya!!" I cried out in a hoarse, throaty voice. I didn't think I would be able to hold back when I felt his fingers probing me gently. I quivered so much from his stimulating touches that for a moment, I couldn't breathe. That however, failed to stop him from what he was doing. Oh, he was teasing me, trying to make me fall over the edge when I didn't want to just yet. Wave after wave of exhilarating feelings traveled from my abdomen, chorusing to the whole of my body as he continued to prod me with his fingers.
Just in time, Kazuya pulled back, leaving me to lie limply on the grassy surface, my chest heaving heavily from my deep breaths. He hovered above me and gave out a slight smirk.
"You're so beautiful...you're skin is so soft..." he trailed moist kisses from my navel, to my breasts, and up to my neck. "So pure...you're grandmother was right. There is no deceit in you. You truly are an angel..." his voice was husky and sensuous.
"Let's not talk about her, please..." I moaned, drawing his face to mine so now, our noses touched. "I don't want to think about anything else but you..."
"Yes...of course..." Kazuya nodded softly. He then lay beside me and pulled my body towards him so now we both lay on our sides. I was confused. What does he want me to do? Tenderly, he pulled my hand to his scar and dragged my palm slowly across the length of it. I could swear it was scorching hot! I snapped my eyes to him.
"Go on..." he mumbled and let go of me. I licked my lips more out of nervousness than the sexual undercurrent that had been permeating this field for who knows how long now. I was scared. I've never actually been the one to touch and fondle him.
"Don't worry...I won't hurt you..." he seemed close to pleading and at that moment, I did feel quite guilty. All throughout our love affair, he was always the one to give me pleasure. Now, it was my turn to give him his due.
I tentatively reached out to cup his face with my palm. Then, I dropped my fingers to his neck, his shoulders and on to his protruding biceps, squeezing softly along the way. His skin was damp and slippery with sweat, leaving my hands to slide down easily along the curves and ripples of his muscles in a sensual way. I focused my attention at his huge scar, touching it lightly with my hand. How it must have hurt back then.
Something strange came over me. I didn't know what it was, but it made my stomach do constant somersaults. Before I knew it, I was licking Kazuya's neck, lingering over his Adam's apple that was constantly bobbing from his gulps and groans. I ran my palm over and over again across his scar, opening and closing my fingers, clawing softly at his skin. I slowly lowered myself to the mountains that were his chest, kissing and nipping at his flesh.
Kazuya growled deeply when my hands roamed down his back, lower than I've ever allowed them to but what really made him moan loudly was when I began planting warm kisses on his scar. It delighted him. I could tell by the way he held the back of my head in place. I tightened my hold on his lower torso and clamped my lips on his chest, my tongue jetting out to have a taste of him. I grinded my hips against his obvious eagerness, teasing him as he did me. I felt him throb but before I could torment him further, he put a stop to my actions.
"E-enough..." he snarled and turned me over. He was panting harder than I was. But while he lost his breath from trying to control himself, I lost mine from fright. What just happened?! I've never felt wanton desire for Kazuya like this before. Did it have something to do with my touching his scar?
I wasn't able to dwell longer on that thought. Kazuya seized my attention the minute he saw my terrified expression. He raised my hand to his mouth and showered it with kisses.
"You're wonderful...absolutely wonderful..." he whispered, parting my legs with his knees. "Jun..." he took hold of both sides of my hips and positioned himself in front. Then, he drove himself fully in my middle, making me gasp when the whole of him entered me.
Our moans couldn't have been any louder. All the hindrance had released our pent up desires so rapidly that the sensations were unbearably pleasurable. I didn't think I had the strength to hold back.
"Hold on, Jun...h-hold on...hold...o-on..." Kazuya pleaded through his deep and shaky breaths. His face was flushed and smeary with bliss as he charged deeper and deeper into me. I moved along with his hard and frenzied thrusts, my uncontrollable groans of elation resonating through the breeze. With each of Kazuya's thrusts, I responded by bucking my hips and arching my back.
Oh, everything was just exhilarating: the feel of him inside me, the sensation of his massive chest rubbing against my breasts, his muscular thighs grazing my legs with his every movement...it was sweeter than anything I had ever experienced in my whole life. But all things, no matter how good, must come to and end. The subtle shivers from Kazuya's abdomen signaled that.
Kazuya captured my mouth into his as the shudders began. We tightened our embrace around one another and prepared for the inevitable climax of this act of love. He plunged into me one last time. He started to lift his head from mine but I drew him back. He roared against my mouth as he spilled forth his seeds in torrents, providing a pleasant warmth to my empty womb. I felt my inner walls enclose around him and moments later, I followed him, my body quivering from the fading spasms of the invigorating aftermath of our lovemaking.
Kazuya laid his exhausted body over mine, our breathing in unison, our hearts one. I stared up into the reddish sky which was tinted with yellow highlights. A flock of cranes flew over us in their migratory path to a place of warmer climate. Warmth...that's what we're all looking for. Most people search all their lives for it. And I found it in Kazuya: the once cold and indifferent man who I know has found warmth in me too.
"Why are you crying?" Kazuya asked softly, touching one my tears with his forefinger. I didn't even realize I was crying until then.
"I'm sorry," I chuckled and wiped them away. "It's just that...this is so...it's so..."
"I know," Kazuya brought his lips on mine. We stayed that way a while longer before he finally rose and slumped against the tree. He pulled me up and allowed me to lean on his chest, his arms around my shoulders. We gazed beyond the edge of the cliff and into the dimming glow of the setting sun.
"I never knew how beautiful it is here..." I whispered, quite in awe at the scene unfolding before me.
"Then, we have succeeded..." Kazuya nodded and kissed my forehead. Together, we watched the sun sink down the mountains to make way for the moon's nightly reign.
A/N: Awww....beautiful. Simply beautiful. Yeah, I kinda made this out to be their supposed marriage. Though no papers were drawn, think of it this way: in their hearts, they are married. AAWWWW!!! Sorry. I'm just a hopeless romantic. Sorry. Hehehe.
Chapter XII