Author's notes: This story is set after Tekken 4 but is not related to Tekken 5 (though I am wishing it is) This fanfic is inspired from the song "Even In Death" by Evanescence and is from Jin Kazama's point of view. It is also the sequel to my first Tekken fanfic, "As Purity Lay in the Arms of Evil" so this has some relation to the Tekken Anime Movie. Rated G
Disclaimer: Jin 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 III: Interrogation
"Mr. Kazama? We've arrived. Mr. Kazama? OW!!!"
THUD!!!
I turned groggily at the man sprawled on the aisle. I slowly brought my closed fist back down and rubbed my eyes. I looked out to the window. The plane had landed in some sort of high-tech hangar. I gazed again at the out cold man as his buddies tended to him. I stood up and walked past them towards the stairs.
When I exited the plane, I began moving in slow circles, taking in all the technology of the hangar. Workers, machines and robots scurried about performing task after task of who knows what. Most workers stopped to stare at me but when I stare back, they hastily return to their jobs.
"Just in time," Kazuya's voice echoed through the steel dome. I looked fiercely at him as he strolled towards me, his hands in his pocket, that arrogant smirk pasted on his scarred face. He was wearing a purple tuxedo under a black leather trench coat.
"Such a dirty look," he shook his head from side to side. "You are indeed, my son."
"I came here to talk only about the locket and my mother," I said through clenched teeth. "I didn't come here to spend quality time with a father I never had."
"Very well," he pivoted sharply, presenting me with his back. "Come this way."
I followed Kazuya towards an entrance, keeping a considerable distance from him. That way, I could avoid the impulse to strangle him. We then stepped inside an elevator.
"It's going to take a while for us to reach there, so if you have some questions, just ask" he said after closing the elevator door. The elevator itself was made of glass so I could see everything: high-tech machineries...experiments...the works. But the slow descent was really getting into my nerves.
"Where are we going? I thought big-shot executives like you have to have their offices at the top floors."
"We're not going to my office," Kazuya replied, seemingly oblivious to my sarcastic tone. "We're going somewhere else but I can't tell you where. Not yet anyway."
"By the looks of it, we're both going to hell," I quipped.
"Everyone's in their own personal hell," he stated. What was that note I heard in his voice? Disappointment? Regret?
"As you can see," he suddenly changed his tone into a business-like manner. "G Corporation has many levels of technological expertise that surpasses any other company...even the Mishima Zaibatsu. They cover research on almost every field but put particular interest on genetics."
"I don't want to talk about this corporation!" I fumed, taking out the locket from under my shirt and holding it out. "Are you gonna stall me with small talk or are you gonna tell me about this?!"
"Fine. Ask what you want."
"How do you know about this locket!?" I asked eager to learn the truth.
"I gave that to your mother," he answered nonchalantly.
"You gave..." I gaped at him in disbelief. "That's impossible!"
"What's so impossible about it?" Kazuya focused straight ahead. "That there, is a picture of me and my late mother...your grandmother."
I stared at the picture. Part of me didn't want to believe but his answer was plausible. Now I understand why Mother had referred to these people as just my relatives. They were never hers.
"Why did you give it to her, then?!"
"Before I tell you, I'll need you to answer some questions as well," he turned to me for confirmation. My silence told him to go ahead. "Now...how much do you know about me?"
"Not much until the fourth Iron Fist Tournament," I grimaced. "Now I wish I hadn't known about you."
"How much did your mother tell you about me?" he rephrased his question.
"Only that you died a long time ago," I answered truthfully. I would've added 'and it might've been better that way' but he shot another question.
"Why did she send you to Heihachi Mishima?"
"I don't know. I guess it's because after sensing her impending death, he's the only relative I had left. I know she was taking risks, but that was one of Mother's weaknesses. She was too trusting. She saw only the good in people and refused to acknowledge the darker side of things. That left her vulnerable to those with evil intentions," I pounded the last four words.
"So...you think it's her weakness?" Kazuya narrowed his eyes at me.
"She trusted you, didn't she?!"
"Now you're speaking ill of her," he noted, causing me to swallow my words. I hadn't meant it that way.
"I happen to think that's one of her many strengths," he crossed his arms across his chest and faced forward again. "If not for it, you might never have been born."
"I don't care!" I gushed out angrily. "I wish she never met you! She was too good for the likes of you!"
"She's too good for this world," again, he used that strange tone. This time, I decided to ignore it.
"So how exactly did it all start, huh?! Did you drug her or did you just force her?!"
"Why do you assume I did such a thing?"
"Who wouldn't, anyway?! Plus, Mother never talked about you! She was probably ashamed."
"Never talked...?" he seemed thoughtful. Then, he let out a crooked smile. "I should've known," he looked at me, a renewed confidence in his voice. "If I did force her, as you insist I did, why did she keep that locket I gave her after all these years? Do you think a defiled woman would cherish keepsakes from her violator?"
I swallowed hard. What he said made sense. It brought a single brick down from my tower of hate. Kazuya bent his head down and closed his eyes.
"I first met your mother when I was a boy," he began. "I was training in Yakushima Forest with Heihachi when I saw her crying over a baby bunny. I tried to comfort her but Heihachi came and tore the locket off my neck. After that, he hauled me off the cliff. That left me a huge scar on my chest but I managed to survive the fall. Jun had witnessed everything and it traumatized her. She took the locket and for the next sixteen years, kept it with her."
My eyes widened. Kazuya could talk about such horrible events with no hesitation or emotion at all.
"I swore to myself that day that I would kill Heihachi. For sixteen years, I trained until I felt I was ready. I entered the Iron Fist Tournament and it was there that I met Jun again. She followed me around and even though I tried pushing her away, she was relentless. She felt obligated to 'release me from the evil' as she said. She also returned the locket to me. In the end, I wasn't able to set out my life long mission. Jun stopped me that time but strangely, I don't have much regrets."
So...Mother had stopped Kazuya from killing Heihachi just as she stopped me last time although unlike Kazuya, if I am to believe him, I deeply regretted my decision.
"After the tournament...Jun..." Kazuya began to trail off. I raised an eyebrow at him. There was that tone again. He cleared his throat before continuing.
"Jun and I lived together for around three to four months after which, I left to fight my father one last time. I lost that battle," anger was in his voice when he said the latter sentence. "Thinking I was dead, he threw me down the volcano but the G Corporation took my body and revived me years later. Now, I'm one of their top executives."
"You were alive all this time and yet you never returned!?"
"Like I told you on the phone, I tend to let anger override my thoughts to the point that I forget everything else. Besides...I'm not myself most of the time."
"What do you mean?!"
"See this?" he pointed at his red eye. "This is the devil part of me; the part that was awakened after I was reborn. You have that part too so you should be able to understand how it can take over you. In fact, this is the first time I talk to you as Kazuya Mishima and not as Devil."
I recalled the time Kazuya and Heihachi had captured me. Though I was out cold, I had these vague impressions of the events that had unfolded. That time, Kazuya spoke with a deep, echoing voice...not at all like the one he was using now. And he was somewhat arguing with himself. The elevator suddenly made a small jolt.
"We're here," Kazuya declared, opening the glass doors and stepping out into a steel platform. I hurried after him, gaping at all the biological experiments encased in cylinders filled with some kind of liquid. It was just plain sick! All those animals...even dinosaurs!
"These are Humaida experiments!" I exclaimed, unable to hold back my shock and disgust. "It was banned by the Darwin Treaty over thirty years ago!"
"So?"
"This is illegal! No wonder you people kept it underground!"
"I have nothing to do with these junk," he denied. "It just happened to be located here but I don't give a damn about these things. I've sworn off it a long, long time ago."
"Then what are we doing here?!" I asked impatiently.
"To talk about your mother," Kazuya had a mysterious glint in his red eye as he began pressing numbers at a panel to open the massive platinum door in front of us.
Chapter IV