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: It's been a while since I've written some of this. Finally felt I could do some more - though, I'm not too proud of it. A bit too short for my liking. Hope it's okay. Enjoy!
Chapter 7
A few nights ago, Jin had been tormented by his father's interruption of a private moment in the shower with Miharu. He kept wondering if every loving moment he would get with his lover would become suddenly deterred. But no, he hadn't wanted to let that happen and continued his show of affection to her over the last days, trying to fill in the dark patches that were starting to appear in their lives. Also, with Kazuya starting to slow with the coming to and fro, Jin seemed a little happier to be expressive. And as he lay there now, cuddled up against the warmth of Miharu's meek form, he couldn't ask for anything else in the world but just to lay there and not be bothered by anyone.
The young Hirano shifted against him, cheek rubbing comfortingly against his chest. He opened an eye to peer down through the darkness over her. She was a very beautiful sight to take in. So sweet and innocent, laying against him like she was holding out for protection. Though that could have been said to be false, as Miharu was a pretty good fighter when she was ready to show her stuff.
He shifted himself, only slightly as he dared to move much with the fear of disturbing her. He couldn't do that to his sweet Miharu. She needed to rest.
He tried to relent to a peaceful sleep, but it seemed consciousness kept tugging heavily on him. It felt as if something was trying to keep him awake. He put it down to his stressful life, but he usually wasn't one to lose sleep - and now of all times was a quiet period. What the heck was going on with him?
He lay there, eyes closed, listening to the beat of his own heavy heart, beginning to pick up a rampant pace.
His instincts told him that something was about to happen.
His arms held Miharu tight against him. The young woman didn't feel this action as she slept on peacefully.
Jin's feelings of uncertainty were not idle. They were not alone.
He'd heard the window creak, if only a tiny bit before there was a muffling, only very light, but enough to tip the silence. Anybody else would not have been aware of this, but Jin had keen hearing and being unable to sleep, his full attention focused on this.
'It's not my father,' Jin though, lying still, pretending to be a sleep.
This presence he could feel was coming ever closer to the bed, right on his side. He could smell the strong scent of sweat on rubber, and very lightly, he could hear breaths that were meant to be a whisper. The click of a gun suddenly had him alert and very awake.
He moved up and over protectively of Miharu, side-kicking this intruder in their home. The dark suited man huffed and fell backwards against the wall with a crack.
A radio bleeped and voices were blaring. It was all happening so fast, as if a second had been nothing but a flash as the window to the bedroom shattered millions of pieces
Jin was up with Miharu over his shoulder, the young woman awake and letting out a scream of horror. Neither knew what was going on, but they knew for a fact that they weren't going to stick around to find out. Though, it was most certain between the two that after catching a brief glimpse of the logos on the heavily suited men, that they were working for the Mishima Zaibatsu.
They'd finally been found.
Jin was now in the central part of the lounge, heading straight towards the door. It was then his instincts told him to hit the floor. With Miharu quickly dropped down, squeaking slightly from shock, he was over her protectively as he heard the balcony window shatter, as a rain of bullets struck through. Bullets barraged everything in the line of fire.
"What's going on?" Miharu said breathlessly, trying not to cry.
"I don't know," Jin said honestly, waiting for the gunfire to stop. "They're crazy."
"Have they come for me?" Miharu asked, afraid to know the answer.
"If they have, they're being very stupid about it. They almost shot you," he said angrily. He could hear footsteps from the bedroom and through the obliterated balcony doors. "Stay down."
She didn't hesitate to follow that order as Jin was up and swiftly punching a masked man who'd come close to them. He stumbled back into his three comrades, who poured out from the bedroom He leapt up and over the arm of the chair and kicked the closest one into the wall. The plaster wall cracked with the impact of the man and he slumped down.
One of the others yelled and came at him with a knife, slashing wildly at the air in front of him. He did manage to catch Jin, but only a mere scratch on the shoulder. The youth hissed and grabbed the man's arm, twisting so he'd release the weapon, in which he did. He proceeded to turn him around and throwing him over his shoulder. He heard the man's arm break in several different places, followed by the agonised yells that escaped his opponent's lips.
"You deserve death more then a shattered arm," Jin muttered lowly to him.
Jin dumped the man down and turned to the last two, who were aiming their guns at him.
The Kazama boy dodged backwards and grabbed hold of a lightweight table, hoping Miharu wouldn't be too angry with him as he threw it at the men in distraction. He speedily pulled Miharu to her feet and kicked over the couch into the men who were now coming in from the balcony way.
'Idiots,' Jin thought. It seemed all too easy. That was his thought until he met a gun butt to the temple. Miharu screamed as she felt Jin fall away from her, and she backed up out of reach of anyone. A few of Heihachi's Tekkenshu had now blocked the main doorway and were training their guns on her, the lights on top of the weapons blinding the young woman.
"She's the one he wants," one of the men said into their radio. "Grab her."
She put up her guard, her fear and determination pumping her adrenaline. She had to protect her unborn child from these fiends.
She barely blinked as she heard a gun shot fire, and it wasn't even from one of them. A man in the middle of the doorway out to the main hall crumpled. The men beside him turned in time to meet a lightning laced punch, sending the crew tumbling over across the floor.
Miharu let out a relieved sigh. For once, she was glad to see Kazuya, entering the room with gun training any man who dared to get up.
"Glad for my security now?" Kazuya asked her, receiving only a tired nod from the girl.
The Tekkenshu were definitely very knowledgeable of Kazuya Mishima. After he wiped out a whole horde of their troops at G-Corps Headquarters, it was a death sentence to face him. But not doing so would mean the wrath of their employer.
Guns were up again, ready to open fire. Just a split second before they could pull their triggers, there was a bright red blinding light and a pretty large electrical explosion in the gap between them and Kazuya.
Miharu fell on her behind with the force of the energy that had blasted through the room.
Kazuya wasn't moved, only riveted by the power that he could feel lick across his body. This was power he knew well.
Devil-Jin was stood aggressively in front of the armed men who were littering the floor of the now dismembered room. The Zaibatsu soldiers had known it was going to be a challenge to face Jin Kazama and especially Kazuya Mishima, but this has been beyond thought.
Jin's glowing red eyes turned to Miharu, who was back on her feet again. She hesitated in seeing that he'd changed, but his demure was not threatening to her as she headed his way. But one of the Tekkenshu was up and swung her around in his grasp until he'd got her locked into a compromising position, gun trained towards her head.
"Stay where you are, or I'll kill her," the armed man said, tugging on Miharu's locked arm. She cried out slightly, stumbling.
Devil-Jin growled, stepping in towards him.
Kazuya shook his head at the soldier. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"I swear to God I'll blown her brains out," the desperate man threatened, pulling Miharu back with him as Jin was covering the distance between them pretty quickly. He hadn't expected that Miharu would tug slightly in his grip, giving herself enough room to reverse the hold with a flip over, and pushed him towards Jin. He was instantly backhanded hard into unconsciousness.
Miharu floundered into Jin's arms and held her tight, wings folding around her protectively.
"Are you alright?" He asked in his now deepened and raspy voice.
"I think so," she answered shakily.
"Are you sure?" He carefully rubbed the arm she'd had pinned behind her.
"Nothing broken, I'm sure of it," she assured him softly, head lay to his chest.
"Hate to break up the moment, but we have to go," Kazuya warned them. He turned to shoot an incoming man in the torso. "I mean now, not in ten years."
Jin growled. "Fine then." And he was once again hauling poor Miharu up onto his shoulder. She realised only seconds before it happened that they were suddenly bolting through the shattered balcony doors and up and over the balcony itself. She could hear herself shrieking loud as the world began to move fast as the ground rushed up to meet them.
The large black feathered wings spread wide and slowed them. Jin landed them safely down on the cold concrete.
Miharu shuddered, turning angry eyes on him. "Never do that again!"
"Sorry," he said, a little embarrassed.
The whirring of a helicopter overhead had their attentions to the sky, a spotlight searching the ground below. Jin was dragging Miharu across towards the grass just in front of their apartment building.
"They aren't being discreet," Miharu said, a little shocked.
"I think my Grandfather is past caring," Jin growled.
"People are starting to panic," Miharu stated, beginning to pick up on the noises of other voices over the helicopter whirring. She could see eyes beginning to stare from their windows, up to the sky, not really noticing them. If they had, they'd have seen Miharu in her silky shorts and vest top and Jin in his devil form and tight sweatpants. Not a sight seen everyday.
"Why are you just standing there?"
Kazuya's voice made them both jump as they turned.
"That was fast," Miharu said, trying to calm her speeding heart.
"The devil gene works wonders in some cases," he stated and quickly took her arm, turning to his son. "If you can, change back. If people see you…"
"Alright!" Jin snapped.
Kazuya picked up Miharu and shouldered her as he led them down a back alley, narrowly avoiding the spotlight overhead.
"Are people going to stop hauling me over their shoulder! I'm pregnant you know!" Miharu reminded in frustration.
"You're too slow to keep up with us," he said. "Bettered to be hauled around by me then in the hands of the Tekkenshu."
"I'm sure…" She answered bitterly, feeling sick from being jolted about.
"Be careful with her," Jin shouted at his father, his voice notably normal.
"I'll say the same for you," Kazuya retorted, pushing open a gate that led through to a back road. Just up the way sat his car, parked on a turn. "Hurry, before they catch up."
Seconds later, Miharu wasn't on the older man's shoulder, but now sprawled across the backseat of his car. The cold leather prickled up bumps on her skin and she huddled tightly to herself. Jin came to sit by her, pulling her smaller frame to him. They weren't even given a minute to relax as they were nearly flung out of their seats as Kazuya spun the car around and directed them down the high street at top speed.
The younger couple struggled for their seatbelts, quite put out by the man's driving.
"You're a maniac!" Miharu yelled, almost slipping and sliding down the long seat. It was thankful that Jin was sat there, or she would have been banging door to door, even with her belt on.
"I don't drive myself often," he stated.
"We can tell," Jin murmured, trying not to feel carsick.
"How come the Tekkenshu seemed so easy to take care of? Weren't they guarding the perimeters or something?" Miharu asked, gripping on to Jin's arm.
"I have a mole in the Mishima Zaibatsu. I get patched through a lot of information. I knew the attack would happen tonight and was on the ready. I picked off the men who were watching the area, and headed up to you when needed be."
"You… did that by yourself?" Jin asked dubiously. "You risked a lot."
"There is nothing I won't risk alone to stop my father," he said, swinging the car into a new corner alley. He killed the engines, the lights going out and everything falling under the black shroud of light.
"Stay down, in case we get caught," Kazuya said. "We'll move when it's save. I have a place for us to go."
Miharu and Jin unfastened their belts and slide down on the back. The former was shaking, shock finally beginning to play in. Her apartment had been wrecked - her life once again in some sort of turmoil. Jin could feel her shuddering, hearing faintly her quivering breath. She was fighting strongly against the tears, but it was hard.
He rested his cheek to hers. "It will be alright. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."
"I love you," she whispered. "Please don't go anywhere."
"I won't," he assured her, rubbing a hand carefully on her back.
Kazuya just sat silently in the driver's seat, ignoring nearly everything as he waited. He sat low in his seat, comforted by the shadows of the dark. He waited for the right moment to move.
It was nearly hours later, after the Tekkenshu had pulled their ranks together in a failed hunt that everything went quiet and they were safe to move on.
Heihachi was not pleased with the news he got back from his soldiers.
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A/N: Miharu, Jin and Kazuya have escaped for now, but how long before Heihachi finds them again? Hope to get another chapter to you soon. I apologise now if you feel that was too short or was just plain rubbish. I am no good with fighting scenes.
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: It's been a while since I've written some of this. Finally felt I could do some more - though, I'm not too proud of it. A bit too short for my liking. Hope it's okay. Enjoy!
Chapter 7
A few nights ago, Jin had been tormented by his father's interruption of a private moment in the shower with Miharu. He kept wondering if every loving moment he would get with his lover would become suddenly deterred. But no, he hadn't wanted to let that happen and continued his show of affection to her over the last days, trying to fill in the dark patches that were starting to appear in their lives. Also, with Kazuya starting to slow with the coming to and fro, Jin seemed a little happier to be expressive. And as he lay there now, cuddled up against the warmth of Miharu's meek form, he couldn't ask for anything else in the world but just to lay there and not be bothered by anyone.
The young Hirano shifted against him, cheek rubbing comfortingly against his chest. He opened an eye to peer down through the darkness over her. She was a very beautiful sight to take in. So sweet and innocent, laying against him like she was holding out for protection. Though that could have been said to be false, as Miharu was a pretty good fighter when she was ready to show her stuff.
He shifted himself, only slightly as he dared to move much with the fear of disturbing her. He couldn't do that to his sweet Miharu. She needed to rest.
He tried to relent to a peaceful sleep, but it seemed consciousness kept tugging heavily on him. It felt as if something was trying to keep him awake. He put it down to his stressful life, but he usually wasn't one to lose sleep - and now of all times was a quiet period. What the heck was going on with him?
He lay there, eyes closed, listening to the beat of his own heavy heart, beginning to pick up a rampant pace.
His instincts told him that something was about to happen.
His arms held Miharu tight against him. The young woman didn't feel this action as she slept on peacefully.
Jin's feelings of uncertainty were not idle. They were not alone.
He'd heard the window creak, if only a tiny bit before there was a muffling, only very light, but enough to tip the silence. Anybody else would not have been aware of this, but Jin had keen hearing and being unable to sleep, his full attention focused on this.
'It's not my father,' Jin though, lying still, pretending to be a sleep.
This presence he could feel was coming ever closer to the bed, right on his side. He could smell the strong scent of sweat on rubber, and very lightly, he could hear breaths that were meant to be a whisper. The click of a gun suddenly had him alert and very awake.
He moved up and over protectively of Miharu, side-kicking this intruder in their home. The dark suited man huffed and fell backwards against the wall with a crack.
A radio bleeped and voices were blaring. It was all happening so fast, as if a second had been nothing but a flash as the window to the bedroom shattered millions of pieces
Jin was up with Miharu over his shoulder, the young woman awake and letting out a scream of horror. Neither knew what was going on, but they knew for a fact that they weren't going to stick around to find out. Though, it was most certain between the two that after catching a brief glimpse of the logos on the heavily suited men, that they were working for the Mishima Zaibatsu.
They'd finally been found.
Jin was now in the central part of the lounge, heading straight towards the door. It was then his instincts told him to hit the floor. With Miharu quickly dropped down, squeaking slightly from shock, he was over her protectively as he heard the balcony window shatter, as a rain of bullets struck through. Bullets barraged everything in the line of fire.
"What's going on?" Miharu said breathlessly, trying not to cry.
"I don't know," Jin said honestly, waiting for the gunfire to stop. "They're crazy."
"Have they come for me?" Miharu asked, afraid to know the answer.
"If they have, they're being very stupid about it. They almost shot you," he said angrily. He could hear footsteps from the bedroom and through the obliterated balcony doors. "Stay down."
She didn't hesitate to follow that order as Jin was up and swiftly punching a masked man who'd come close to them. He stumbled back into his three comrades, who poured out from the bedroom He leapt up and over the arm of the chair and kicked the closest one into the wall. The plaster wall cracked with the impact of the man and he slumped down.
One of the others yelled and came at him with a knife, slashing wildly at the air in front of him. He did manage to catch Jin, but only a mere scratch on the shoulder. The youth hissed and grabbed the man's arm, twisting so he'd release the weapon, in which he did. He proceeded to turn him around and throwing him over his shoulder. He heard the man's arm break in several different places, followed by the agonised yells that escaped his opponent's lips.
"You deserve death more then a shattered arm," Jin muttered lowly to him.
Jin dumped the man down and turned to the last two, who were aiming their guns at him.
The Kazama boy dodged backwards and grabbed hold of a lightweight table, hoping Miharu wouldn't be too angry with him as he threw it at the men in distraction. He speedily pulled Miharu to her feet and kicked over the couch into the men who were now coming in from the balcony way.
'Idiots,' Jin thought. It seemed all too easy. That was his thought until he met a gun butt to the temple. Miharu screamed as she felt Jin fall away from her, and she backed up out of reach of anyone. A few of Heihachi's Tekkenshu had now blocked the main doorway and were training their guns on her, the lights on top of the weapons blinding the young woman.
"She's the one he wants," one of the men said into their radio. "Grab her."
She put up her guard, her fear and determination pumping her adrenaline. She had to protect her unborn child from these fiends.
She barely blinked as she heard a gun shot fire, and it wasn't even from one of them. A man in the middle of the doorway out to the main hall crumpled. The men beside him turned in time to meet a lightning laced punch, sending the crew tumbling over across the floor.
Miharu let out a relieved sigh. For once, she was glad to see Kazuya, entering the room with gun training any man who dared to get up.
"Glad for my security now?" Kazuya asked her, receiving only a tired nod from the girl.
The Tekkenshu were definitely very knowledgeable of Kazuya Mishima. After he wiped out a whole horde of their troops at G-Corps Headquarters, it was a death sentence to face him. But not doing so would mean the wrath of their employer.
Guns were up again, ready to open fire. Just a split second before they could pull their triggers, there was a bright red blinding light and a pretty large electrical explosion in the gap between them and Kazuya.
Miharu fell on her behind with the force of the energy that had blasted through the room.
Kazuya wasn't moved, only riveted by the power that he could feel lick across his body. This was power he knew well.
Devil-Jin was stood aggressively in front of the armed men who were littering the floor of the now dismembered room. The Zaibatsu soldiers had known it was going to be a challenge to face Jin Kazama and especially Kazuya Mishima, but this has been beyond thought.
Jin's glowing red eyes turned to Miharu, who was back on her feet again. She hesitated in seeing that he'd changed, but his demure was not threatening to her as she headed his way. But one of the Tekkenshu was up and swung her around in his grasp until he'd got her locked into a compromising position, gun trained towards her head.
"Stay where you are, or I'll kill her," the armed man said, tugging on Miharu's locked arm. She cried out slightly, stumbling.
Devil-Jin growled, stepping in towards him.
Kazuya shook his head at the soldier. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"I swear to God I'll blown her brains out," the desperate man threatened, pulling Miharu back with him as Jin was covering the distance between them pretty quickly. He hadn't expected that Miharu would tug slightly in his grip, giving herself enough room to reverse the hold with a flip over, and pushed him towards Jin. He was instantly backhanded hard into unconsciousness.
Miharu floundered into Jin's arms and held her tight, wings folding around her protectively.
"Are you alright?" He asked in his now deepened and raspy voice.
"I think so," she answered shakily.
"Are you sure?" He carefully rubbed the arm she'd had pinned behind her.
"Nothing broken, I'm sure of it," she assured him softly, head lay to his chest.
"Hate to break up the moment, but we have to go," Kazuya warned them. He turned to shoot an incoming man in the torso. "I mean now, not in ten years."
Jin growled. "Fine then." And he was once again hauling poor Miharu up onto his shoulder. She realised only seconds before it happened that they were suddenly bolting through the shattered balcony doors and up and over the balcony itself. She could hear herself shrieking loud as the world began to move fast as the ground rushed up to meet them.
The large black feathered wings spread wide and slowed them. Jin landed them safely down on the cold concrete.
Miharu shuddered, turning angry eyes on him. "Never do that again!"
"Sorry," he said, a little embarrassed.
The whirring of a helicopter overhead had their attentions to the sky, a spotlight searching the ground below. Jin was dragging Miharu across towards the grass just in front of their apartment building.
"They aren't being discreet," Miharu said, a little shocked.
"I think my Grandfather is past caring," Jin growled.
"People are starting to panic," Miharu stated, beginning to pick up on the noises of other voices over the helicopter whirring. She could see eyes beginning to stare from their windows, up to the sky, not really noticing them. If they had, they'd have seen Miharu in her silky shorts and vest top and Jin in his devil form and tight sweatpants. Not a sight seen everyday.
"Why are you just standing there?"
Kazuya's voice made them both jump as they turned.
"That was fast," Miharu said, trying to calm her speeding heart.
"The devil gene works wonders in some cases," he stated and quickly took her arm, turning to his son. "If you can, change back. If people see you…"
"Alright!" Jin snapped.
Kazuya picked up Miharu and shouldered her as he led them down a back alley, narrowly avoiding the spotlight overhead.
"Are people going to stop hauling me over their shoulder! I'm pregnant you know!" Miharu reminded in frustration.
"You're too slow to keep up with us," he said. "Bettered to be hauled around by me then in the hands of the Tekkenshu."
"I'm sure…" She answered bitterly, feeling sick from being jolted about.
"Be careful with her," Jin shouted at his father, his voice notably normal.
"I'll say the same for you," Kazuya retorted, pushing open a gate that led through to a back road. Just up the way sat his car, parked on a turn. "Hurry, before they catch up."
Seconds later, Miharu wasn't on the older man's shoulder, but now sprawled across the backseat of his car. The cold leather prickled up bumps on her skin and she huddled tightly to herself. Jin came to sit by her, pulling her smaller frame to him. They weren't even given a minute to relax as they were nearly flung out of their seats as Kazuya spun the car around and directed them down the high street at top speed.
The younger couple struggled for their seatbelts, quite put out by the man's driving.
"You're a maniac!" Miharu yelled, almost slipping and sliding down the long seat. It was thankful that Jin was sat there, or she would have been banging door to door, even with her belt on.
"I don't drive myself often," he stated.
"We can tell," Jin murmured, trying not to feel carsick.
"How come the Tekkenshu seemed so easy to take care of? Weren't they guarding the perimeters or something?" Miharu asked, gripping on to Jin's arm.
"I have a mole in the Mishima Zaibatsu. I get patched through a lot of information. I knew the attack would happen tonight and was on the ready. I picked off the men who were watching the area, and headed up to you when needed be."
"You… did that by yourself?" Jin asked dubiously. "You risked a lot."
"There is nothing I won't risk alone to stop my father," he said, swinging the car into a new corner alley. He killed the engines, the lights going out and everything falling under the black shroud of light.
"Stay down, in case we get caught," Kazuya said. "We'll move when it's save. I have a place for us to go."
Miharu and Jin unfastened their belts and slide down on the back. The former was shaking, shock finally beginning to play in. Her apartment had been wrecked - her life once again in some sort of turmoil. Jin could feel her shuddering, hearing faintly her quivering breath. She was fighting strongly against the tears, but it was hard.
He rested his cheek to hers. "It will be alright. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."
"I love you," she whispered. "Please don't go anywhere."
"I won't," he assured her, rubbing a hand carefully on her back.
Kazuya just sat silently in the driver's seat, ignoring nearly everything as he waited. He sat low in his seat, comforted by the shadows of the dark. He waited for the right moment to move.
It was nearly hours later, after the Tekkenshu had pulled their ranks together in a failed hunt that everything went quiet and they were safe to move on.
Heihachi was not pleased with the news he got back from his soldiers.
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A/N: Miharu, Jin and Kazuya have escaped for now, but how long before Heihachi finds them again? Hope to get another chapter to you soon. I apologise now if you feel that was too short or was just plain rubbish. I am no good with fighting scenes.