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.
A/N: To answer the question about Jin's hand - he got stressed and of course, he may slightly lose control, but not totally. So that's that. Okay, enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 3
She'd been afraid to turn back as she had run off down the streets those few days ago, but feeling the utter pang of guilt and regret for running from her problems, she had gone back, though that wasn't until nightfall. She'd been especially scared on the notion that he'd be shouting at her the minute she stepped back in the door or do something else to her, but all she received when she re-entered her apartment was darkness.
He wasn't there.
His stuff wasn't gone, which she was relieved for mostly, but he didn't seem to reappear anytime soon. It had been a few days since their fight and still, he hadn't come back, nor tried to contact her.
She prayed with all her heart for him to come back…
… And that he did.
It had been raining, long and heavy. She'd been watching it as she folded some linen for the airing cupboard. She was doing menial work that evening to take her mind off things. But how could she ignore them?
Her boyfriend was not around to give her some support and inside her, she could imagine life spurting from a seed, needing her priorities. She really needed to keep a peaceful state of mind for her unborn child's sake.
She sighed softly and picked up the basket with the folded linen and turned towards the cupboards in the hallway. And just at that moment, the door opened.
She turned and the basket was suddenly down onto the table ahead of her as she stood staring at a soaked Jin, looking rather rough. Unshaven, clothes wrinkled and his face rather blotched with streaks of mud.
"Jin…" She murmured, just staring at him. She wanted to be angry, but somehow, she couldn't. Was she afraid all of a sudden now he was here? Was reality now staring her in the face?
He looked her over for a second, then looked down clearing her throat. "I have to get washed up."
She could only nod, letting him pass her by. She seemed to have forgotten the linen as she took a seat back in the lounge, settling down though fidgeting with agitation as she waited for him to come back out.
He did so, some ten minutes later after having a quick shower and a shave. He was now dressed in a plain white shirt and a pair of loose, drawstring trousers. He instantly took a seat opposite his tense lover.
He didn't even leave a silence between them. He was obviously dying to speak.
"I went away to think if that answers your question to by absence for these last few days. I've been out training, indulging in many things to clear my head. You can be angry at me for doing this, but with the situation, you must know that both of us needed to escape each others site without having to seek approval."
Miharu just nodded. She honestly didn't know which emotion to hang on.
He could see the sadness clearly hanging over her, but he continued on with what he had to say. "You know I'm much against this child's birth. It's going to be of dirty blood. It just seems the wrong thing to do. To lumber a child with this… curse."
She shook her head. "But it's a life, that deserves to live, breath and walk this Earth like everyone, whatever it is. It's not evil unless you make it."
"Miharu…" He tried to plead, but she cut him off.
"I bet your mother knew of what you were too. She would have known from the start that you might or might not have had something to do with the devil residing within your being. She was a psychic was she not?"
He'd remembered telling her that some time back. "Yes, she was."
"So, she would have sensed it." She leaned forward to him. "Jin, you're asking me to kill a life, even if its not physically by my hand, but instead, handing over the life to someone else to end on my wishes. I don't think I could live with myself… whatever you proclaim the circumstances."
He looked her square in the face, but couldn't find words to say to her to try and change her mind. He could see the firm set eyes that told him she was standing by what she believed.
"What if you'd have been wrong. What if this baby doesn't carry the gene?" She asked. "Isn't there a chance he'd be normal? You have human blood too."
"The Devil-Gene overpowers the human one, Miharu," Jin told her. "There is a very slim chance the baby would be born without the gene, or even so, inactive beyond reach."
She looked down. "I won't have an abortion. It's against my principles."
Could he make her go against everything she believed in? It would be like tearing down every fibre of her being and implanting his influence and control over her actions. This was a difficult situation, and he was nervous for the words that seeped his lips next.
"I guess it is your choice. I love you and I'll let you choose, and I'll go along with it." He watched her look at him with surprise and he gave her an assuring nod.
She looked down for a moment, gulped, contemplated and looked back up at him. "I can't murder my child. I want this. And with us both here, we can work around all the problems. We can help it overcome this if it has it."
"I have problems myself… How could I teach a child when I can't fully overcome it myself?" He asked her.
"Given time you will," she pleaded, moving from her spot to be knelt in front him, hands around his. "You will succeed. You have the will to do so."
He stared at her, face softening. "I wish I believed in myself as much as you do…"
"Then take my belief and let it fill you up until you feel you can do anything," she said, smiling gently.
He sighed, finally relenting, leaning back into the chair. "Alright…" He had to give her a small smile. "We'll keep the child."
She relaxed. "Thank you, Jin."
His face became serious again. "But I must warn you now. This could be the biggest mistake we ever make. Things could get out of hand. Anything could happen. We have to be prepared."
She blew out a gentle breath. "Yes, I understand."
"Good," he said, and moved to hug her. "At least you know."
She felt warm and safe within his arms. She closed her eyes, head pressing into his chest. It was nice to have him there again. The world could finally start spinning again now that he had returned.
"Don't ever run off again," she said to him softly. "Promise?"
He kissed the top of her head. "I promise."
***
"G-Corporation Headquarters, Tokyo, this is Miss Mitsuba, can I help you? Sorry, but Mr. Mishima is unavailable right now and he won't be in his office for a few days. I would be happy to take a message. Right? Yes, I will tell him. Alright, goodbye."
A small, young woman hung up her phone and gathered a notepad into her hand, walking towards the tall office doors ahead of her.
She knocked carefully at the door. When she heard a loud shout from within the office, permitting her entrance, she meekly opened the doors and stepped inside.
Kazuya Mishima was packing a briefcase full of papers, clearing a lot of things from his desk. He looked up to the small, quiet secretary as she came towards him. The woman didn't keep much eye contact and stopped before the desk, keeping somewhat of a large distance between herself and him.
"Mr. Mishima, sir, you had a call from Harlan and Griffiths, the American biotech firm. They wanted to make an arrangement for a meeting within the next month. Is there a chance you can list me an appointment date?"
He shook his head. "At the moment, I've had my month calander cleared. I have big business to attend to. I will have to put that on the backburner. Call them back tomorrow and tell them I will get back to them on that."
She bowed slightly, going to leave the note on his desk. "Yes sir, I will do that first thing." She turned on her heel and trotted off quickly out of the office. She carefully closed the doors behind her.
Kazuya smiled in an amused fashion. His new secretary, whom had replace a recently fired Miss Safaia, was well and truly scared of him, though he tried to present a cool and kind image for her to ease up this nervousness she seemed to have around everyone in the work place. She was new to this profession and barely out of university. He knew eventually she'd come out of her shell, but he hoped she'd not become another Safaia, whom he'd finally fired for that cocky attitude of hers going to far. She was finally in line for that waitress job he'd mentioned once, after all.
He shook his head. He had no time to be thinking about secretaries. He finally finished backing his briefcase of important documents. He couldn't leave any around. Everything was crucial. He was on a mission.
He left the office quickly and went down to his awaiting limo, which set out to take him back to his home.
He had some packing to do, as tomorrow morning; he planned to fly out to Aomori, where he knew Miharu was, with his son Jin.
He'd found Miharu's address from the university computers, just before they'd crashed and lost everything. Actually, that was thanks to him. He'd had that planned all along. He'd not let Miharu out of his sights ever since the King of Iron Fist Tournament 4's conclusion. He knew of some of little things going on with her and planned to one day finally get back in contact, and actually be led to his son. He'd always been one step ahead of his father, whom had seemed to lose interest in the girl at a point, which was enough time to sprout his own plans. He'd known of his father taking his interest in the girl again from a mole within the Zaibatsu. He needed to keep the Zaibatsu's operations under close watch or he'd never get what he wanted.
Through this careful watch he'd found out about Miharu's new… condition, as he could say.
He watched the city pass him by outside the window, the lights blinking at him like a thousand eyes. He ignored them; he ignored everything… all but this goal set in his mind's eye.
He had to see Jin again. He had to talk to him.
Last time, he'd made a mistake. He'd tried to destroy his son for the power within his body, but he soon realised that maybe the Devil's embodiment would find a way to take control if he was completed with this power. He needed to find another way.
He knew his intentions had always been bad, but his motivation and plans had changed, and he didn't understand why. Maybe he was finally getting some compassion in his cold heart?
'But how can my heart be cold if my blood runs warm?' He thought.
He had to stop his father; he had to complete his power…
… And he had to make things right.
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A/N: I've got to admit, this is a pretty short chapter. Not had many big ideas. Just filling in a few small gaps to proceed my plot onwards. Hope that wasn't too boring for you. Look out for the next chapter soon.
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.
A/N: To answer the question about Jin's hand - he got stressed and of course, he may slightly lose control, but not totally. So that's that. Okay, enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 3
She'd been afraid to turn back as she had run off down the streets those few days ago, but feeling the utter pang of guilt and regret for running from her problems, she had gone back, though that wasn't until nightfall. She'd been especially scared on the notion that he'd be shouting at her the minute she stepped back in the door or do something else to her, but all she received when she re-entered her apartment was darkness.
He wasn't there.
His stuff wasn't gone, which she was relieved for mostly, but he didn't seem to reappear anytime soon. It had been a few days since their fight and still, he hadn't come back, nor tried to contact her.
She prayed with all her heart for him to come back…
… And that he did.
It had been raining, long and heavy. She'd been watching it as she folded some linen for the airing cupboard. She was doing menial work that evening to take her mind off things. But how could she ignore them?
Her boyfriend was not around to give her some support and inside her, she could imagine life spurting from a seed, needing her priorities. She really needed to keep a peaceful state of mind for her unborn child's sake.
She sighed softly and picked up the basket with the folded linen and turned towards the cupboards in the hallway. And just at that moment, the door opened.
She turned and the basket was suddenly down onto the table ahead of her as she stood staring at a soaked Jin, looking rather rough. Unshaven, clothes wrinkled and his face rather blotched with streaks of mud.
"Jin…" She murmured, just staring at him. She wanted to be angry, but somehow, she couldn't. Was she afraid all of a sudden now he was here? Was reality now staring her in the face?
He looked her over for a second, then looked down clearing her throat. "I have to get washed up."
She could only nod, letting him pass her by. She seemed to have forgotten the linen as she took a seat back in the lounge, settling down though fidgeting with agitation as she waited for him to come back out.
He did so, some ten minutes later after having a quick shower and a shave. He was now dressed in a plain white shirt and a pair of loose, drawstring trousers. He instantly took a seat opposite his tense lover.
He didn't even leave a silence between them. He was obviously dying to speak.
"I went away to think if that answers your question to by absence for these last few days. I've been out training, indulging in many things to clear my head. You can be angry at me for doing this, but with the situation, you must know that both of us needed to escape each others site without having to seek approval."
Miharu just nodded. She honestly didn't know which emotion to hang on.
He could see the sadness clearly hanging over her, but he continued on with what he had to say. "You know I'm much against this child's birth. It's going to be of dirty blood. It just seems the wrong thing to do. To lumber a child with this… curse."
She shook her head. "But it's a life, that deserves to live, breath and walk this Earth like everyone, whatever it is. It's not evil unless you make it."
"Miharu…" He tried to plead, but she cut him off.
"I bet your mother knew of what you were too. She would have known from the start that you might or might not have had something to do with the devil residing within your being. She was a psychic was she not?"
He'd remembered telling her that some time back. "Yes, she was."
"So, she would have sensed it." She leaned forward to him. "Jin, you're asking me to kill a life, even if its not physically by my hand, but instead, handing over the life to someone else to end on my wishes. I don't think I could live with myself… whatever you proclaim the circumstances."
He looked her square in the face, but couldn't find words to say to her to try and change her mind. He could see the firm set eyes that told him she was standing by what she believed.
"What if you'd have been wrong. What if this baby doesn't carry the gene?" She asked. "Isn't there a chance he'd be normal? You have human blood too."
"The Devil-Gene overpowers the human one, Miharu," Jin told her. "There is a very slim chance the baby would be born without the gene, or even so, inactive beyond reach."
She looked down. "I won't have an abortion. It's against my principles."
Could he make her go against everything she believed in? It would be like tearing down every fibre of her being and implanting his influence and control over her actions. This was a difficult situation, and he was nervous for the words that seeped his lips next.
"I guess it is your choice. I love you and I'll let you choose, and I'll go along with it." He watched her look at him with surprise and he gave her an assuring nod.
She looked down for a moment, gulped, contemplated and looked back up at him. "I can't murder my child. I want this. And with us both here, we can work around all the problems. We can help it overcome this if it has it."
"I have problems myself… How could I teach a child when I can't fully overcome it myself?" He asked her.
"Given time you will," she pleaded, moving from her spot to be knelt in front him, hands around his. "You will succeed. You have the will to do so."
He stared at her, face softening. "I wish I believed in myself as much as you do…"
"Then take my belief and let it fill you up until you feel you can do anything," she said, smiling gently.
He sighed, finally relenting, leaning back into the chair. "Alright…" He had to give her a small smile. "We'll keep the child."
She relaxed. "Thank you, Jin."
His face became serious again. "But I must warn you now. This could be the biggest mistake we ever make. Things could get out of hand. Anything could happen. We have to be prepared."
She blew out a gentle breath. "Yes, I understand."
"Good," he said, and moved to hug her. "At least you know."
She felt warm and safe within his arms. She closed her eyes, head pressing into his chest. It was nice to have him there again. The world could finally start spinning again now that he had returned.
"Don't ever run off again," she said to him softly. "Promise?"
He kissed the top of her head. "I promise."
***
"G-Corporation Headquarters, Tokyo, this is Miss Mitsuba, can I help you? Sorry, but Mr. Mishima is unavailable right now and he won't be in his office for a few days. I would be happy to take a message. Right? Yes, I will tell him. Alright, goodbye."
A small, young woman hung up her phone and gathered a notepad into her hand, walking towards the tall office doors ahead of her.
She knocked carefully at the door. When she heard a loud shout from within the office, permitting her entrance, she meekly opened the doors and stepped inside.
Kazuya Mishima was packing a briefcase full of papers, clearing a lot of things from his desk. He looked up to the small, quiet secretary as she came towards him. The woman didn't keep much eye contact and stopped before the desk, keeping somewhat of a large distance between herself and him.
"Mr. Mishima, sir, you had a call from Harlan and Griffiths, the American biotech firm. They wanted to make an arrangement for a meeting within the next month. Is there a chance you can list me an appointment date?"
He shook his head. "At the moment, I've had my month calander cleared. I have big business to attend to. I will have to put that on the backburner. Call them back tomorrow and tell them I will get back to them on that."
She bowed slightly, going to leave the note on his desk. "Yes sir, I will do that first thing." She turned on her heel and trotted off quickly out of the office. She carefully closed the doors behind her.
Kazuya smiled in an amused fashion. His new secretary, whom had replace a recently fired Miss Safaia, was well and truly scared of him, though he tried to present a cool and kind image for her to ease up this nervousness she seemed to have around everyone in the work place. She was new to this profession and barely out of university. He knew eventually she'd come out of her shell, but he hoped she'd not become another Safaia, whom he'd finally fired for that cocky attitude of hers going to far. She was finally in line for that waitress job he'd mentioned once, after all.
He shook his head. He had no time to be thinking about secretaries. He finally finished backing his briefcase of important documents. He couldn't leave any around. Everything was crucial. He was on a mission.
He left the office quickly and went down to his awaiting limo, which set out to take him back to his home.
He had some packing to do, as tomorrow morning; he planned to fly out to Aomori, where he knew Miharu was, with his son Jin.
He'd found Miharu's address from the university computers, just before they'd crashed and lost everything. Actually, that was thanks to him. He'd had that planned all along. He'd not let Miharu out of his sights ever since the King of Iron Fist Tournament 4's conclusion. He knew of some of little things going on with her and planned to one day finally get back in contact, and actually be led to his son. He'd always been one step ahead of his father, whom had seemed to lose interest in the girl at a point, which was enough time to sprout his own plans. He'd known of his father taking his interest in the girl again from a mole within the Zaibatsu. He needed to keep the Zaibatsu's operations under close watch or he'd never get what he wanted.
Through this careful watch he'd found out about Miharu's new… condition, as he could say.
He watched the city pass him by outside the window, the lights blinking at him like a thousand eyes. He ignored them; he ignored everything… all but this goal set in his mind's eye.
He had to see Jin again. He had to talk to him.
Last time, he'd made a mistake. He'd tried to destroy his son for the power within his body, but he soon realised that maybe the Devil's embodiment would find a way to take control if he was completed with this power. He needed to find another way.
He knew his intentions had always been bad, but his motivation and plans had changed, and he didn't understand why. Maybe he was finally getting some compassion in his cold heart?
'But how can my heart be cold if my blood runs warm?' He thought.
He had to stop his father; he had to complete his power…
… And he had to make things right.
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A/N: I've got to admit, this is a pretty short chapter. Not had many big ideas. Just filling in a few small gaps to proceed my plot onwards. Hope that wasn't too boring for you. Look out for the next chapter soon.