Life So Complicated
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: Tekken is © to Namco. I do not own any of the characters involved, besides the ones of my own creation. I am not making any money from this fan fiction; it is just for fun. All rights reserved.
Chapter 2
With the newly opened heat in their relationship, it was as if all the tenseness and uncertainty had been whisked away to a place of no care. Together, they didn't want to think about the wrongs, only what was right when they were close. They'd shared many passionate nights together, knowing only of their love. But with one big step taken, they were always other things that would appear… and those other things didn't have to be good in the least.
***
It had been weeks later, when Miharu began to realise that her health wasn't exactly at its best. Everyday she'd be overcome with sickness, the feeling almost too much to carry on her shoulders. Jin had become worried about her, and pestered her to no end. She would keep telling him she was fine, then moments later she'd have her head over the toilet wrenching like mad.
"It's probably that bug that's going around," she'd said as she'd walked out the door. "It'll pass."
But something like this shouldn't last weeks, and there and now, sitting in a lecture, she felt like collapsing from her seat. Her mind was fuzzy and unfocused, and the words spilling from the lecturer's mouth seemed like meaningless garble that went in one ear and out the other.
Finally, a bell rang and she sat up straight, watching the people around her start to stand from their seats. Taking in that everyone was leaving, she began to stand to.
Miss Touka, a new teacher who'd been called in not long back turned and spoke over the bustle. "Alright, please look read through your latest chapters, we'll be having a group debate on cultural policies next lesson."
Rubi came to place a hand on her friend's shoulder and watched her waver slightly and turn towards her, giving her a meek smile.
Rubi frowned. "You look really bad today. The worst I've seen you in a long time."
Miharu just sighed, collecting her books together. "I don't know, Rubi, it's all so… weird. I don't know why I feel like this. It should have passed by now if it's this bug thing."
Kyasha came to meet the two by the stairs as they descended.
"Maybe it's not a bug you've got," Rubi said.
"She still ill?" Kyasha asked, eyes glancing over her pallid friend. "Seriously Miharu, you need to sort yourself out. You can't assume its one thing; you need to be open to all possibilities. What you could have could be worse then that bug… maybe even fatal."
Miharu groaned, hand to her head. "Oh please, don't say fatal…"
"Alcohol poisoning maybe? You could have partied way too much," Kyasha wondered, grinning. "You have no limits you must admit, Miharu Hirano."
"I haven't partied in a while, not since I've been like this anyway," Miharu told her, leading her friends across to the open gangway towards the exit.
Miss Touka came from the blackboard towards Miharu. "Miss Hirano, I've been noticing these last few weeks that your concentration and communication during the lesson have been lacking. Is there a problem?"
"I've been ill, you see," Miharu told her. "I can't seem to shake it off. If I could, I'd be more committed to your lessons."
Miss Touka lay a hand on the girl's shoulder. "You do look awfully pale, my dear. Have you been to a doctor at all?"
Miharu's eyes widened for a second then she just looked down, a little nervous. "No… I haven't. I try to avoid them at all costs when I can."
Her teacher gave her a serious tone. "Then you should go."
"But my doctor is all the way back in Tokyo," she protested.
Miss Touka waved a finger. "Deary me, you need to sort yourself out. Okay, I'll help you out. There is a good GP in the middle of Aomori. It's a drive…" She checked her watch. "You have no lessons, right?" Miharu shook her head. "Well, my lesson was cancelled this afternoon, so I guess I can take you there. No ifs or buts. You need to be bright and perky again for your lessons."
Miharu couldn't find a way of saying no and turned to Rubi and Kyasha for a little support.
"Oh go on," Kyasha pushed on. "You need to find out what's wrong."
Rubi looked solemnly, nodding with agreement to the girl beside her. "Miharu, it could be serious. What's the point of trying to ignore it when it's obvious you're suffering."
Miharu sighed in defeat. Oh well… "Alright…"
Miss Touka smiled assuring. "You're doing the right thing. Now, you go get yourself a drink while I pack up here and then we'll be on our way."
Miharu nodded and departed momentarily with Rubi and Kyasha to the cafeteria. Miss Touka waited a moment till she was sure she was gone and rushed to her desk and whipped out her phone, hitting speed dial.
"This is Rei Touka, put me straight through to Heihachi Mishima's office, it's important."
She quickly arranged her books as she waited for an answer, bagging them so she'd be ready to go straight after. There was a small click, and an answer came to her.
"Ah, Mr. Mishima, sir. I'm so sorry to bother you, but what I have to tell you will defiantly have importance to you." She turned to look at the closed door, looked about and lowered her voice. "I've been monitoring Miharu Hirano as you asked. I admit, I have been having trouble finding out where she lives as the University database went down when I first arrived here and most of the information with addresses had be deleted. Miharu's is still under works to be put back on. I don't know about Jin Kazama, sir, but I'm sure that he is with her. I believe my comrades may have sighted him, but they were unsure. We know for sure he isn't still in Tokyo. Well, besides this, something has come up. Miharu seems to be displaying some rather unique signs…" She paused a moment to listen to the response. "Yes, sir, rather unique. I'm taking her to the doctors momentarily, and yes, it is the one in your divisions. If my theory is correct… you may get what you want after all."
***
It was early evening when Jin arrived back at the apartment. It had been a long day for sure, helping out in the back of the shop. He wondered sometimes why he even bothered, it seemed like they relied on him too much, though, he wouldn't complain; it wasn't in his nature.
He hung his jacket up on the back of the door, wandering into the quiet lounge. Miharu's bag and books were left sprawled on the table. He sighed, going to clean them up, but he stopped, hearing a noise from the bedroom.
He looked up, listening carefully. Was that… crying he heard?
With the books forgotten, he went towards the door, which was slightly on a jar and peered in. In his sights was his lover, face in a pillow, crying. He couldn't just ignore this - no, that thought would never cross through his head. He opened the door fully and stepped inside.
"Miharu?"
Her crying was almost caught in her throat. His voice, so soft and caring floated over her. Her stomach was tight, her head dizzy with thoughts. She took a breath and slowly sat up, back still to him, rubbing the back of her hand over her eyes, to try and dispel the tears.
"What's the matter?" He came to sit on the bed behind her, a hand carefully becoming placed on her shoulder, making soothing strokes.
She gave herself a moment before turning towards him. Her face was red and puffy from crying, but she had finally found some sort of composure not to just sit there and blubber much more.
She couldn't believe the news she'd got. It had been so shocking to her. It was unreal. Miss Touka had offered to drive her home, most insistently, but Miharu had to go to the café - she had work to sort out, and definitely without a doubt, she had been dying for a coffee. And that's where she'd been, trying to contemplate everything to no avail. She'd taken the bus home, and the minute she stepped inside the apartment, she'd broken down. How on Earth could she tell Jin this news?
"Miharu?" He called her name to draw her from thought.
She turned to him again, her voice still failing her, so she sat there in silence, staring at his concerned face.
"Are you okay? What happened?" He asked.
She took a deep breath. "Jin… I'm so scared. I don't think I can tell you."
"What? Tell me what?"
"I… I can't…" She looked down, her eyes welling over with tears again.
"Miharu…" He had been taken aback by this overwhelming fear he'd got from her. "Why are you afraid to tell me? I won't bite your head off."
"Oh… you might, you just might…" She said.
This worried him. "If you don't tell me, and I'll never know, and then maybe, just maybe it would end up worse then it is now. Miharu, tell me. We're suppose to trust each other."
She looked up, fingers brushing away the tears. "Alright then, I'll tell you." She licked her dry lips and began to speak again. "I went to the doctor's today."
"What?" His eyes were wide and worried. "Are you alright? Is it serious?"
"Serious… to an extent, but not in a way you'd think…" She could see the naïve look in his eyes and she knew she'd have to just come out straight and tell him. "Jin… I'm pregnant."
He jarred back, as if he'd been slapped hard in the face. The shock the registered was too much to handle. He froze on the spot like a statue.
"But… we've been so careful," he said, his jaw twitching slightly as he spoke.
"Yeah, the condoms were good for a while," she said. "And then I used the pill. We were both so sure about it." She turned in her seat. "That one time, no condom… we trusted the pill fully. But of course, like the doctor said, it's next one hundred percent affective protection…"
"I… I… don't believe it…" His face was so unreadable, so blank as he stood and paced, a hand going into his hair. "We'd been playing it so safe…" He snapped around, voice raising slightly, which shocked her. "… And then we had to go and change our ways… and this happened."
How could she take that? He wasn't happy in the least. Her arms curled around a pillow and protectively brought it to herself.
"And now you realise why I was afraid to tell you," she said, almost bitterly.
He stopped, realise his reaction was unhelpful to the matter. He sighed, back thumping to rest against the wall.
There was a long pause between them, the only sounds were her shaky breaths and his hands lightly tapping the wall as he was thinking.
It was moments later when his voice came through the silence. "You can't have it."
She looked up. "What?"
"You can't have the baby."
She scowled. "What! I should have a choice in this matter."
He was suddenly there, gripping her wrists vice like, his face frantic. "Miharu! Please listen to me! Do you realise how bad this situation is? Do you?" She was quivering under his gaze, melting down beneath him. "Ever since I found out about my 'Devil Gene', I've hated myself and the blood that runs through my veins. I'm a monster, Miharu…"
"No, you're not…" She pleaded pathetically.
"It's true, I am… and my blood is forever cursed…" He took a long awaited breath. "… And my child would suffer too. Like my father passing this to me, I'd pass this on to my child too. The 'Devil Gene' will always take dominance; you have to understand that. I can't let this bloodline carry on, Miharu. I can't! You can't! You can't have this baby!"
"You're asking me to murder something that deserves to live to!" She screamed at him.
"Does it?" He asked lowly.
Her mouth dropped open, the tears pouring in long streams. "How can you say that?" She pushed away from him, and leapt off the bed. He caught her wrist quickly.
"Miharu…"
"NO!" She pulled away from his tedious grip and was out the door in a shot. He got up to go after, but by the time he'd got into the lounge, he heard the loud slam of the front door and the fast running taps of her feet that faded off into the stairwell. He turned and went towards the balcony, leaning over. Moments later, he could see her appear from the main entrance.
"MIHARU!" He shouted down.
She looked up, but turned and took off quickly, turning off down another street.
He slammed his fists on the bar and turned to stalk back into the apartment. He put his head against one of the cool walls, his whole body swirling with confusion and anger. He was shaking uncontrollably. What could he do? It seemed impossible to get through to her… or maybe, just maybe… he was the wrong one.
He looked up to the ceiling. "Why do you do this to me? Why do you purposely make me suffer?"
He shivered and looked down at his right hand. All he saw there now was a well-crafted claw, with long, dangerous talons protruding. He flexed his hand, and felt disgusted.
"You…" He said to that claw, as if it was a completely different person altogether. "You are nothing but a plague to me…"
And with that he smashed his hand into the wall, breaking in a large hole.
***
Tokyo, Mishima Zaibatsu headquarters…
"I hope that information satisfies you greatly, Mr. Mishima," the voice on the speakerphone said.
Heihachi sat, a deep cut smile set in his face. "Oh yes, it does. You have handed me a great calling card, doctor. You've done well."
"Thank you, Mr. Mishima, thank you." Heihachi pressed a button and ended the call, turning to his chief scientist, Dr. Abel.
"And there you have it," Heihachi said, a throaty chuckle following.
"So, it's true about Miharu Hirano then?" Abel asked.
"Yes, she is pregnant. There is no doubt." Heihachi turned his chair towards the large windows. "And it is confirmed that Jin is in Hirosaki. We are sure now." He revelled in the thought of being close to his goal, leaning back in his chair. "The test he did on the girl came out with some… unique properties."
"The 'Devil Gene'?" Abel was excited now.
"Most definitely."
"Why didn't he get a sample then?" Abel questioned.
Heihachi had to laugh. "He didn't have the proper equipment. Dealing with this gene is a delicate process, especially with it being in an unborn child, you should know that?"
"Ah yes, sorry, sir, I wasn't thinking… just the whole thought of being so close yet again…"
"Yes, a dream is it not?" Heihachi rose from his chair, his back making a slight cracking noise. Lately, he hadn't been doing well as he had used to. He blamed the last tournament for this. He walked over to his mini bar to pour out a brandy into a large tumbler. "Now I won't need my son or his spawn…" He turned back to Abel, sipping his drink. "I just need her."
"Have we an address yet?"
Heihachi took his drink back to his desk. "We should have it within a day or so. We're relying mainly on the University to pull their database together. Miss Hirano doesn't seem to have her address registered to many places. But we'll soon have it… and her too."
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A/N: Oh dear... what a chapter. A lot of new revelations! Hope you can keep up with me here. ^_^ Well, till next time!
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: Tekken is © to Namco. I do not own any of the characters involved, besides the ones of my own creation. I am not making any money from this fan fiction; it is just for fun. All rights reserved.
Chapter 2
With the newly opened heat in their relationship, it was as if all the tenseness and uncertainty had been whisked away to a place of no care. Together, they didn't want to think about the wrongs, only what was right when they were close. They'd shared many passionate nights together, knowing only of their love. But with one big step taken, they were always other things that would appear… and those other things didn't have to be good in the least.
***
It had been weeks later, when Miharu began to realise that her health wasn't exactly at its best. Everyday she'd be overcome with sickness, the feeling almost too much to carry on her shoulders. Jin had become worried about her, and pestered her to no end. She would keep telling him she was fine, then moments later she'd have her head over the toilet wrenching like mad.
"It's probably that bug that's going around," she'd said as she'd walked out the door. "It'll pass."
But something like this shouldn't last weeks, and there and now, sitting in a lecture, she felt like collapsing from her seat. Her mind was fuzzy and unfocused, and the words spilling from the lecturer's mouth seemed like meaningless garble that went in one ear and out the other.
Finally, a bell rang and she sat up straight, watching the people around her start to stand from their seats. Taking in that everyone was leaving, she began to stand to.
Miss Touka, a new teacher who'd been called in not long back turned and spoke over the bustle. "Alright, please look read through your latest chapters, we'll be having a group debate on cultural policies next lesson."
Rubi came to place a hand on her friend's shoulder and watched her waver slightly and turn towards her, giving her a meek smile.
Rubi frowned. "You look really bad today. The worst I've seen you in a long time."
Miharu just sighed, collecting her books together. "I don't know, Rubi, it's all so… weird. I don't know why I feel like this. It should have passed by now if it's this bug thing."
Kyasha came to meet the two by the stairs as they descended.
"Maybe it's not a bug you've got," Rubi said.
"She still ill?" Kyasha asked, eyes glancing over her pallid friend. "Seriously Miharu, you need to sort yourself out. You can't assume its one thing; you need to be open to all possibilities. What you could have could be worse then that bug… maybe even fatal."
Miharu groaned, hand to her head. "Oh please, don't say fatal…"
"Alcohol poisoning maybe? You could have partied way too much," Kyasha wondered, grinning. "You have no limits you must admit, Miharu Hirano."
"I haven't partied in a while, not since I've been like this anyway," Miharu told her, leading her friends across to the open gangway towards the exit.
Miss Touka came from the blackboard towards Miharu. "Miss Hirano, I've been noticing these last few weeks that your concentration and communication during the lesson have been lacking. Is there a problem?"
"I've been ill, you see," Miharu told her. "I can't seem to shake it off. If I could, I'd be more committed to your lessons."
Miss Touka lay a hand on the girl's shoulder. "You do look awfully pale, my dear. Have you been to a doctor at all?"
Miharu's eyes widened for a second then she just looked down, a little nervous. "No… I haven't. I try to avoid them at all costs when I can."
Her teacher gave her a serious tone. "Then you should go."
"But my doctor is all the way back in Tokyo," she protested.
Miss Touka waved a finger. "Deary me, you need to sort yourself out. Okay, I'll help you out. There is a good GP in the middle of Aomori. It's a drive…" She checked her watch. "You have no lessons, right?" Miharu shook her head. "Well, my lesson was cancelled this afternoon, so I guess I can take you there. No ifs or buts. You need to be bright and perky again for your lessons."
Miharu couldn't find a way of saying no and turned to Rubi and Kyasha for a little support.
"Oh go on," Kyasha pushed on. "You need to find out what's wrong."
Rubi looked solemnly, nodding with agreement to the girl beside her. "Miharu, it could be serious. What's the point of trying to ignore it when it's obvious you're suffering."
Miharu sighed in defeat. Oh well… "Alright…"
Miss Touka smiled assuring. "You're doing the right thing. Now, you go get yourself a drink while I pack up here and then we'll be on our way."
Miharu nodded and departed momentarily with Rubi and Kyasha to the cafeteria. Miss Touka waited a moment till she was sure she was gone and rushed to her desk and whipped out her phone, hitting speed dial.
"This is Rei Touka, put me straight through to Heihachi Mishima's office, it's important."
She quickly arranged her books as she waited for an answer, bagging them so she'd be ready to go straight after. There was a small click, and an answer came to her.
"Ah, Mr. Mishima, sir. I'm so sorry to bother you, but what I have to tell you will defiantly have importance to you." She turned to look at the closed door, looked about and lowered her voice. "I've been monitoring Miharu Hirano as you asked. I admit, I have been having trouble finding out where she lives as the University database went down when I first arrived here and most of the information with addresses had be deleted. Miharu's is still under works to be put back on. I don't know about Jin Kazama, sir, but I'm sure that he is with her. I believe my comrades may have sighted him, but they were unsure. We know for sure he isn't still in Tokyo. Well, besides this, something has come up. Miharu seems to be displaying some rather unique signs…" She paused a moment to listen to the response. "Yes, sir, rather unique. I'm taking her to the doctors momentarily, and yes, it is the one in your divisions. If my theory is correct… you may get what you want after all."
***
It was early evening when Jin arrived back at the apartment. It had been a long day for sure, helping out in the back of the shop. He wondered sometimes why he even bothered, it seemed like they relied on him too much, though, he wouldn't complain; it wasn't in his nature.
He hung his jacket up on the back of the door, wandering into the quiet lounge. Miharu's bag and books were left sprawled on the table. He sighed, going to clean them up, but he stopped, hearing a noise from the bedroom.
He looked up, listening carefully. Was that… crying he heard?
With the books forgotten, he went towards the door, which was slightly on a jar and peered in. In his sights was his lover, face in a pillow, crying. He couldn't just ignore this - no, that thought would never cross through his head. He opened the door fully and stepped inside.
"Miharu?"
Her crying was almost caught in her throat. His voice, so soft and caring floated over her. Her stomach was tight, her head dizzy with thoughts. She took a breath and slowly sat up, back still to him, rubbing the back of her hand over her eyes, to try and dispel the tears.
"What's the matter?" He came to sit on the bed behind her, a hand carefully becoming placed on her shoulder, making soothing strokes.
She gave herself a moment before turning towards him. Her face was red and puffy from crying, but she had finally found some sort of composure not to just sit there and blubber much more.
She couldn't believe the news she'd got. It had been so shocking to her. It was unreal. Miss Touka had offered to drive her home, most insistently, but Miharu had to go to the café - she had work to sort out, and definitely without a doubt, she had been dying for a coffee. And that's where she'd been, trying to contemplate everything to no avail. She'd taken the bus home, and the minute she stepped inside the apartment, she'd broken down. How on Earth could she tell Jin this news?
"Miharu?" He called her name to draw her from thought.
She turned to him again, her voice still failing her, so she sat there in silence, staring at his concerned face.
"Are you okay? What happened?" He asked.
She took a deep breath. "Jin… I'm so scared. I don't think I can tell you."
"What? Tell me what?"
"I… I can't…" She looked down, her eyes welling over with tears again.
"Miharu…" He had been taken aback by this overwhelming fear he'd got from her. "Why are you afraid to tell me? I won't bite your head off."
"Oh… you might, you just might…" She said.
This worried him. "If you don't tell me, and I'll never know, and then maybe, just maybe it would end up worse then it is now. Miharu, tell me. We're suppose to trust each other."
She looked up, fingers brushing away the tears. "Alright then, I'll tell you." She licked her dry lips and began to speak again. "I went to the doctor's today."
"What?" His eyes were wide and worried. "Are you alright? Is it serious?"
"Serious… to an extent, but not in a way you'd think…" She could see the naïve look in his eyes and she knew she'd have to just come out straight and tell him. "Jin… I'm pregnant."
He jarred back, as if he'd been slapped hard in the face. The shock the registered was too much to handle. He froze on the spot like a statue.
"But… we've been so careful," he said, his jaw twitching slightly as he spoke.
"Yeah, the condoms were good for a while," she said. "And then I used the pill. We were both so sure about it." She turned in her seat. "That one time, no condom… we trusted the pill fully. But of course, like the doctor said, it's next one hundred percent affective protection…"
"I… I… don't believe it…" His face was so unreadable, so blank as he stood and paced, a hand going into his hair. "We'd been playing it so safe…" He snapped around, voice raising slightly, which shocked her. "… And then we had to go and change our ways… and this happened."
How could she take that? He wasn't happy in the least. Her arms curled around a pillow and protectively brought it to herself.
"And now you realise why I was afraid to tell you," she said, almost bitterly.
He stopped, realise his reaction was unhelpful to the matter. He sighed, back thumping to rest against the wall.
There was a long pause between them, the only sounds were her shaky breaths and his hands lightly tapping the wall as he was thinking.
It was moments later when his voice came through the silence. "You can't have it."
She looked up. "What?"
"You can't have the baby."
She scowled. "What! I should have a choice in this matter."
He was suddenly there, gripping her wrists vice like, his face frantic. "Miharu! Please listen to me! Do you realise how bad this situation is? Do you?" She was quivering under his gaze, melting down beneath him. "Ever since I found out about my 'Devil Gene', I've hated myself and the blood that runs through my veins. I'm a monster, Miharu…"
"No, you're not…" She pleaded pathetically.
"It's true, I am… and my blood is forever cursed…" He took a long awaited breath. "… And my child would suffer too. Like my father passing this to me, I'd pass this on to my child too. The 'Devil Gene' will always take dominance; you have to understand that. I can't let this bloodline carry on, Miharu. I can't! You can't! You can't have this baby!"
"You're asking me to murder something that deserves to live to!" She screamed at him.
"Does it?" He asked lowly.
Her mouth dropped open, the tears pouring in long streams. "How can you say that?" She pushed away from him, and leapt off the bed. He caught her wrist quickly.
"Miharu…"
"NO!" She pulled away from his tedious grip and was out the door in a shot. He got up to go after, but by the time he'd got into the lounge, he heard the loud slam of the front door and the fast running taps of her feet that faded off into the stairwell. He turned and went towards the balcony, leaning over. Moments later, he could see her appear from the main entrance.
"MIHARU!" He shouted down.
She looked up, but turned and took off quickly, turning off down another street.
He slammed his fists on the bar and turned to stalk back into the apartment. He put his head against one of the cool walls, his whole body swirling with confusion and anger. He was shaking uncontrollably. What could he do? It seemed impossible to get through to her… or maybe, just maybe… he was the wrong one.
He looked up to the ceiling. "Why do you do this to me? Why do you purposely make me suffer?"
He shivered and looked down at his right hand. All he saw there now was a well-crafted claw, with long, dangerous talons protruding. He flexed his hand, and felt disgusted.
"You…" He said to that claw, as if it was a completely different person altogether. "You are nothing but a plague to me…"
And with that he smashed his hand into the wall, breaking in a large hole.
***
Tokyo, Mishima Zaibatsu headquarters…
"I hope that information satisfies you greatly, Mr. Mishima," the voice on the speakerphone said.
Heihachi sat, a deep cut smile set in his face. "Oh yes, it does. You have handed me a great calling card, doctor. You've done well."
"Thank you, Mr. Mishima, thank you." Heihachi pressed a button and ended the call, turning to his chief scientist, Dr. Abel.
"And there you have it," Heihachi said, a throaty chuckle following.
"So, it's true about Miharu Hirano then?" Abel asked.
"Yes, she is pregnant. There is no doubt." Heihachi turned his chair towards the large windows. "And it is confirmed that Jin is in Hirosaki. We are sure now." He revelled in the thought of being close to his goal, leaning back in his chair. "The test he did on the girl came out with some… unique properties."
"The 'Devil Gene'?" Abel was excited now.
"Most definitely."
"Why didn't he get a sample then?" Abel questioned.
Heihachi had to laugh. "He didn't have the proper equipment. Dealing with this gene is a delicate process, especially with it being in an unborn child, you should know that?"
"Ah yes, sorry, sir, I wasn't thinking… just the whole thought of being so close yet again…"
"Yes, a dream is it not?" Heihachi rose from his chair, his back making a slight cracking noise. Lately, he hadn't been doing well as he had used to. He blamed the last tournament for this. He walked over to his mini bar to pour out a brandy into a large tumbler. "Now I won't need my son or his spawn…" He turned back to Abel, sipping his drink. "I just need her."
"Have we an address yet?"
Heihachi took his drink back to his desk. "We should have it within a day or so. We're relying mainly on the University to pull their database together. Miss Hirano doesn't seem to have her address registered to many places. But we'll soon have it… and her too."
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A/N: Oh dear... what a chapter. A lot of new revelations! Hope you can keep up with me here. ^_^ Well, till next time!