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 IV: Genes
Kazuya and I walked inside a very dark room but by the way my footsteps echoed through the walls, I presumed it was large. The light from the open door behind us provided the only illumination to the room as Kazuya walked over to a metal desk and flipped on a lamp. Then, the doors closed. The dim light from the lamp showed a very eerie glow to Kazuya's already frightening expression. He took off his leather trench coat and purple blazer, hanging them on a nearby coat rack. He pulled out a chair and sat himself by the desk.
"Sit," he gestured at a chair in front of him. I curled my lip and sat down.
"Well?" I snapped when he didn't speak. "What else are you gonna tell me?!"
"What else do you want to know?" he was practically whispering.
"I still can't understand what Mother saw in you!" I snarled. "I don't think I'll ever understand it!"
"Truth be told, I want to ask her that myself," he chortled, his lips curling into a slight smile. "She took me in without question, fed me, housed me, clothed me...and comforted me. She's so special. I don't think I'll ever find another woman like her..."
"Ha!" I cried out. "You probably had tons of women before and after her!"
"No," he narrowed his eyes at me again. He put both his elbows on the desk and templed his hands over his mouth. "She was the only woman to ever acknowledge my existence or show me compassion and because of that, I put her to such a high pedestal, no other woman could ever compare to her."
His tone left me speechless this time. Was Mother really like that in his eyes? If so, could he have loved her in his own way?
"Jun...Jun, Jun, Jun," he mumbled again and again, standing up to pace slowly around the desk. He took a deep, raspy breath. "Did she ever tell you the significance of your birth?"
"She thought I was the best thing that ever happened to her life," I glared at him. "But YOU think I'm just a source of power because of this devil gene you passed on to me! What do you need me for, anyway?! I'm only a half-devil! You on the other hand are whole! You have all the power you'll ever need!"
"It's not as simple as that, Jin," he swiveled his cold eyes at me. "When Jun and I...when you were conceived, part of Devil's spirit was left to you. This weakened him and that's why he's after you so watch out."
"You speak of Devil as if he's a completely different person."
"He is," Kazuya was breathing rather heavily now, his red eye constantly flickering. "In fact, he's trying to break out but I can handle him. Anyway, I'm getting out of topic. The point is, you have something I don't. It is that part of you that I need: your other half."
"My other half?" my face twisted in confusion. "What possible use could you have for my human half?!"
"Human..." he shook his head and leaned against the desk. "Jun isn't human. She never was."
I listened keenly. If he were to tell me my mother was like him too, I was more than ready to kill him. If he even tries to point out that fact...things are gonna get messy. I tightened my fists in anticipation.
"Jun...is an angel," he spoke. I loosened my fists. Did he just say that? A small shudder reverberated through my stomach until I finally broke out in a fit of laughter.
"I see nothing funny with what I said," he sounded insulted.
"Angel," I snorted. "Extreme compliments like those sound funny coming from a man like you! Is that word even in your dictionary?!" I then turned serious. "Mother wasn't just an angel. She was a saint."
"I didn't mean that as a compliment!" Kazuya flared, marching back to his seat. "It's the truth. She is an angel. Haven't you ever wondered about your wings even though they're black?!"
I plunged into silence. My wings. My black wings. I've never really thought about it that much. These wings weren't exactly devil-like. Is it true? Was my mother really an angel in all actuality?
"Jun is the angel sent to defeat Devil," Kazuya explained. "That meant we should never have been together but by accepting me into her arms, she ironically succeeded in defeating him. By bearing you, she weakened Devil, leaving him to live a half-life in my body...a parasite."
"You're saying...Mother had this...angel gene or something?!"
"Yes. That's your other half."
"That's ridiculous!"
"Think about it more and you will see I am not joking," Kazuya opened a champagne bottle I hadn't even noticed 'til then and poured a glass for himself.
"Fine!" I said, impatient by all the time wasted. "Let's say for a minute that I do believe you. What do you need my angel gene for, anyway?! And why do you keep saying 'Jun is' or 'your mother is' when Mother died a long time ago?!"
"That's where you're wrong, my son..." he hissed, setting his empty glass aside. I heard a subtle click of a switch.
"Jun...is alive."
At that moment, small lights began blinking from the walls of the room. Light from beneath a cylinder located at the center of the room began to glow, illuminating the liquid within its vertical form. But what shocked me the most was what I saw floating inside...
Chapter V