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 9
It was like another world away from the life that thrived below on the surface of the Earth. No mere soul could look up into a clear blue sky and claim to see the border of an even greater place, misted in white and shiny with eternal pride. No, they could only see the clouds that dusted the cerulean skies. But just because they couldn't see it, didn't mean it wasn't there.
It was a place where the next life existed - a haven of the souls chosen because of the prosperous and loving lives they had led. It was, to those who knew it, heaven.
Though no eyes could see up, inquisitive ones still could look down upon the happenings of life below them.
A pair of sapphire blue eyes were most intrigued, and as of recent, she'd come to watch the events transpire that focused around greed, hunger, and the never ending power struggle.
Why wasn't she surprised to have the name 'Mishima' ring inside her ear?
Angel sighed, one that could have been pictured as a thousand weights hanging above her head. Memories with guilt and failure racked her mind, and for an eternal being, to carry such thoughts were not something heavenly at all.
She'd committed herself some time ago to trying to save Kazuya Mishima, and she'd been close, but Devil had always been a trickster, spinning her words into shapeless lies that made her wings shake with fury. But she could not be angry, she knew she couldn't. It did no justice to be angry and hold on to such thoughts.
She did try, but with Devil having greater possession of his soul, she'd always accounted that there was a greater chance she'd be cast away. And she had been, and watched as the Mishima feud had hit a breaking point, and Kazuya had been cast lifelessly into a volcano.
"Heihachi Mishima…" Her soft voice whispered. Such a beautiful tone mentioning such a defiled name made her shake her head with pity. "Your actions did no good in the quest for peace and forgiveness within the family name. If not for your ignorance and self-pompous ways, there may have been a chance to save the both of you."
The flaxen haired being sat perched on a tower that overlooked the Earth. From this place, everything could be seen at will. Angel was greatly embroiled within this cat and mouse chase that had dragged a young girl in, namely Miharu Hirano, as she carried a child with a 'Devil Gene' capability.
It had been surprising that Kazuya, saved from eternal rest, would choose to become her protector. Merely the attitude of the girl and the severity of the situation had made him cast aside listening to the Devil's banter and to do the right thing. Though, now, Angel knew she couldn't feel Devil's malicious consciousness, but this had only been of recent. It had been torn from Kazuya, leaving just the empty shell of power - and unfortunately, Jin had been effected by the raw emotional backlash with the body no longer needing it's instinctual part.
'Intriguing indeed,' she thought.
Dearly she wished to reach out to help once more with such a dire situation, to introduce her guidance upon them and bring some salvation and peace in such a heartless war. But unfortunately, she was forbidden to walk the Earth again, for having been in such inflicted in a soul battle before. The living and the spiritual unless greatly merged couldn't exist on the plain on Earth. Without meaning, those of the heavens would eventually fade away.
Angel paused in her train of thought.
'Merged…' That word echoed over and over. She suddenly jumped from her perch, spreading her large white, feathered wings and swooped, following the large tower down to the depths of the eternal city.
The place could not be described - it was what one believed to see with all the joys in the heart. It was a place where bliss was reflected and a thousand joys could be seen by all, though some were like flickering mirages. The only true place that had a hardened, unchanged stature was the misty place in the dead centre of vast heaven where the lord existed.
Angel had something to ask of him.
He was of blinding light that only the angels could stare into and see his true shape. Bowing before him, wings tucked back, she was ready to plead for her case.
"You're anxious…" His reverberating words acknowledged of her.
She gave a slight nod. "My lord, you must understand my feelings. I have been watching the war of the 'Devil gene' below on Earth and it troubles me dearly. Heihachi Mishima is trying to derive himself as a God amongst men, and is causing disruption to the lives around him. If he were to succeed, I fear there maybe a dark future away all of the lives below."
He was quiet in thought, and Angel patiently waited.
"His heart has been corrupted. Hurt and power have taken him with an iron grip. I will forgive his sins of the past… but I cannot forgive his actions now that could lead to pain and suffering of my children."
"My lord, I wish to do something about it," Angel said boldly. "I know I am forbidden now to set foot on Earth as my duty has been done there, but I wish to give my existence, power and knowledge to give rebirth to one who deserves another chance. Someone who could put things right."
"Once a life has been fulfilled, a soul must not be take from rest…"
"But a soul that is not at rest could be given that chance?" Angel asked.
There was a pause and then what seemed like a chuckle. "I realise of who you speak. Yes, I'm sure that that soul would be gracious to be offered another chance at life after having it viciously cut short. That soul has been through great terror and should be able to find peace in the comfort of healing."
"And my spirit will give guidance," Angel assured.
"But you're merging to give the soul its body back to life will cease your being. Do you wish to give up your status and existence?"
Angel closed her eyes. "Ah, there maybe no existence for me on high, but I will have the pleasure to see out the end of one's life and then to be anointed with the soil to forever watch the growth of the Earth. There is no true death, but a peace with no worries or pain… just uninflected presence."
"Then I bless your decision. Do what you must to guide these mislead children," he granted.
Angel smiled thankfully. "I will not fail you again, my lord."
"You never failed me before."
She looked up surprised into the light, but her face settled to something euphoric and she rose, spreading her wings and departing his presence, flying to another part of heaven, a space where another had created its own haven.
Rows of flowers basked under beautiful golden light. Each row of sunflowers danced gently against a breeze that didn't truly exist, but its artificial creation was to suit the pleasure of what was once a place in their reality.
Angel's sandal clad feet touched down on the dry earth and she took in a deep breath as she followed the long tan path up towards a large white painted stand, where a woman sat quietly on a bench, staring out across the serene view.
On recognising Angel's presence the woman rose in greeting.
"No, don't stand, for what I want to discuss with you may come to surprise you," Angel's voice danced with a melody of courtesy. The woman nodded, raven hair waving against pale cheeks glowing with her ever-present smile. She retook her seat, being joined by the heavenly being.
"For what I ask of you will take you from this place, and back to the world you once knew. I hope you will understand what I ask of you, and I know it maybe uneasy to part from eternal bliss, but dually, you have been granted a second chance, in order to right a wrong that I have followed from my position." Angel placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "I can't involve myself because of the abiding laws of many times I had set foot upon the Earth… but you, granted life with our merging, will have the opportunity to settle a matter of justice."
The woman never even asked, for she didn't care what it was, speaking without a seconds thought. "I will do your duty and take a second chance. It gives me great honour and joy to be of service." She looked out across the field of sunflowers. "I have loved heaven and will love it again when I return, but with life open to me, I wish to enrol in that heaven too."
Angel smiled. "Then, I shall explain all. And you'll understand why I specifically chose you…"
***
Kazuya shifted to shut out the early morning sun by throwing the curtain back across. He'd been sat up in a chair most of the night, staring out thoughtfully on what had happened, and hoped that Jin might actually turn up again. And not in such a feral state.
Nobody had slept that night. It was hardly a task anyone was willing to undertake after such events. At the moment, Kazuya was glad to be alone, listening to the silence of his soul - no other conscience buried deep within it. Aside this silence, the only noise came from Miharu, tearful and pained. Hoshi was attending to her injury, talking to her comfortingly. Kazuya knew he wasn't good at any of this emotional jargon. He'd never been one who'd been swept under by feelings; only really used to hiding them.
He did step back into the kitchen to see the state now of young woman, whom was half hunched over, injured arm now being wrapped so carefully in white bandages by Hoshi. Whatever expression on her face was hidden by drooping hair, but it was obvious that she was scared, body shivering.
"There, all fixed," Hoshi said softly. Besides being the comforting aid, he'd really not got himself involved with the big situation. Shock was keeping his mouth shut; though he hid any negative emotion behind the caring face he held for a very unstable young Miharu.
"There is no sign of him yet," Kazuya simply stated. Miharu didn't say a word in response, nor showed her worry. What she had seen in his eyes and the raw power pressed against her, had her cowering deep down, afraid of the man she knew as her lover.
"There is hope for him" Hoshi muttered, not half as certain with his answer as he hoped to have been. Kazuya nodded to that.
Miharu rose carefully up from the table, hand protectively against her form, most namely her abdomen. "I… think I'll rest now."
"That's a good idea. With your condition, it's a strain on the both of you," Hoshi said sympathetically.
Miharu went towards the door that led to the bedrooms. She stopped at the stairwell, speaking softly, back still to both men.
"If he comes back…" She hunched slightly, a shuddering sigh escaping her lips. "… I don't want to see him. I just don't feel safe anymore…"
Kazuya hesitated then sighed quietly himself. "Alright." He answered firmly albeit his true thoughts. If… no… WHEN, Jin came back; it would do neither of them good to not be seeing eye to eye. He watched the young woman silently retreat and he went back to his post of the lounge window, peering through the jar line of the curtains.
And waited…
***
It was like waking up with the biggest, pounding hangover ever imaginable, but with the extra pang of aching in all his joints, twanging quite painfully as he moved in his slurred state. Though not drunk, Jin was still reeling from all the raw emotion that Devil had dropped right on him after his consciousness was cast away from his father.
It had been a long battle from within to take back control, trying to clamber through a thick darkness that had trapped him within his own body. It had taken the full night, but he'd done it, forcing his tired body to take haven in some stinking back alley, very human now and all other emotions lying dormant.
He was as confused as hell, trying to recall the little pieces of just before he went absolutely crazy. The whole suppression part was like a horrible dream clouding of the most interesting bits…
… The bits where he was actually lashing out raving mad…
'What happened? Why did I fly out here? What's that foul taste in my mouth?' He cringed, spitting disgustedly onto the concrete. He couldn't help but noticed though, that mixed in his saliva was a speckle of red.
"That's not my blood…" He murmured shocked, his breath caught in the back of his dry throat. Furiously, he dug deep into the back of his groggy memory, scratching away at the foggy surface of his actions the night before. Fingers came to touch his lips, following a dried, flaky trail of something formally liquid - the blood evidence.
It was then that it hit him like a vicious slap in the face. Not only could he remember it - for a brief period, he was reliving it - the taste, the sounds and the sights before him…
… And Miharu, whose presence had life shatter into tiny pieces. It was her blood he'd partaken in, but she'd fought back. And then he'd flown off, without a care. Just like a monster.
He scrambled to his feet, shakily stumbling with the wall as a steady bar. With the flashing images inside his head, he could distinctly recall a path back home. It would take a while, but he needed to get back there, see the mess he'd made…
… And see Miharu. He needed to set things right.
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A/N: Jin is going to realise he isn't going to get the best home coming and what will Angel set out to do through merging with another person? And who is this person? Everything will be coming out in the next chapter.
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 9
It was like another world away from the life that thrived below on the surface of the Earth. No mere soul could look up into a clear blue sky and claim to see the border of an even greater place, misted in white and shiny with eternal pride. No, they could only see the clouds that dusted the cerulean skies. But just because they couldn't see it, didn't mean it wasn't there.
It was a place where the next life existed - a haven of the souls chosen because of the prosperous and loving lives they had led. It was, to those who knew it, heaven.
Though no eyes could see up, inquisitive ones still could look down upon the happenings of life below them.
A pair of sapphire blue eyes were most intrigued, and as of recent, she'd come to watch the events transpire that focused around greed, hunger, and the never ending power struggle.
Why wasn't she surprised to have the name 'Mishima' ring inside her ear?
Angel sighed, one that could have been pictured as a thousand weights hanging above her head. Memories with guilt and failure racked her mind, and for an eternal being, to carry such thoughts were not something heavenly at all.
She'd committed herself some time ago to trying to save Kazuya Mishima, and she'd been close, but Devil had always been a trickster, spinning her words into shapeless lies that made her wings shake with fury. But she could not be angry, she knew she couldn't. It did no justice to be angry and hold on to such thoughts.
She did try, but with Devil having greater possession of his soul, she'd always accounted that there was a greater chance she'd be cast away. And she had been, and watched as the Mishima feud had hit a breaking point, and Kazuya had been cast lifelessly into a volcano.
"Heihachi Mishima…" Her soft voice whispered. Such a beautiful tone mentioning such a defiled name made her shake her head with pity. "Your actions did no good in the quest for peace and forgiveness within the family name. If not for your ignorance and self-pompous ways, there may have been a chance to save the both of you."
The flaxen haired being sat perched on a tower that overlooked the Earth. From this place, everything could be seen at will. Angel was greatly embroiled within this cat and mouse chase that had dragged a young girl in, namely Miharu Hirano, as she carried a child with a 'Devil Gene' capability.
It had been surprising that Kazuya, saved from eternal rest, would choose to become her protector. Merely the attitude of the girl and the severity of the situation had made him cast aside listening to the Devil's banter and to do the right thing. Though, now, Angel knew she couldn't feel Devil's malicious consciousness, but this had only been of recent. It had been torn from Kazuya, leaving just the empty shell of power - and unfortunately, Jin had been effected by the raw emotional backlash with the body no longer needing it's instinctual part.
'Intriguing indeed,' she thought.
Dearly she wished to reach out to help once more with such a dire situation, to introduce her guidance upon them and bring some salvation and peace in such a heartless war. But unfortunately, she was forbidden to walk the Earth again, for having been in such inflicted in a soul battle before. The living and the spiritual unless greatly merged couldn't exist on the plain on Earth. Without meaning, those of the heavens would eventually fade away.
Angel paused in her train of thought.
'Merged…' That word echoed over and over. She suddenly jumped from her perch, spreading her large white, feathered wings and swooped, following the large tower down to the depths of the eternal city.
The place could not be described - it was what one believed to see with all the joys in the heart. It was a place where bliss was reflected and a thousand joys could be seen by all, though some were like flickering mirages. The only true place that had a hardened, unchanged stature was the misty place in the dead centre of vast heaven where the lord existed.
Angel had something to ask of him.
He was of blinding light that only the angels could stare into and see his true shape. Bowing before him, wings tucked back, she was ready to plead for her case.
"You're anxious…" His reverberating words acknowledged of her.
She gave a slight nod. "My lord, you must understand my feelings. I have been watching the war of the 'Devil gene' below on Earth and it troubles me dearly. Heihachi Mishima is trying to derive himself as a God amongst men, and is causing disruption to the lives around him. If he were to succeed, I fear there maybe a dark future away all of the lives below."
He was quiet in thought, and Angel patiently waited.
"His heart has been corrupted. Hurt and power have taken him with an iron grip. I will forgive his sins of the past… but I cannot forgive his actions now that could lead to pain and suffering of my children."
"My lord, I wish to do something about it," Angel said boldly. "I know I am forbidden now to set foot on Earth as my duty has been done there, but I wish to give my existence, power and knowledge to give rebirth to one who deserves another chance. Someone who could put things right."
"Once a life has been fulfilled, a soul must not be take from rest…"
"But a soul that is not at rest could be given that chance?" Angel asked.
There was a pause and then what seemed like a chuckle. "I realise of who you speak. Yes, I'm sure that that soul would be gracious to be offered another chance at life after having it viciously cut short. That soul has been through great terror and should be able to find peace in the comfort of healing."
"And my spirit will give guidance," Angel assured.
"But you're merging to give the soul its body back to life will cease your being. Do you wish to give up your status and existence?"
Angel closed her eyes. "Ah, there maybe no existence for me on high, but I will have the pleasure to see out the end of one's life and then to be anointed with the soil to forever watch the growth of the Earth. There is no true death, but a peace with no worries or pain… just uninflected presence."
"Then I bless your decision. Do what you must to guide these mislead children," he granted.
Angel smiled thankfully. "I will not fail you again, my lord."
"You never failed me before."
She looked up surprised into the light, but her face settled to something euphoric and she rose, spreading her wings and departing his presence, flying to another part of heaven, a space where another had created its own haven.
Rows of flowers basked under beautiful golden light. Each row of sunflowers danced gently against a breeze that didn't truly exist, but its artificial creation was to suit the pleasure of what was once a place in their reality.
Angel's sandal clad feet touched down on the dry earth and she took in a deep breath as she followed the long tan path up towards a large white painted stand, where a woman sat quietly on a bench, staring out across the serene view.
On recognising Angel's presence the woman rose in greeting.
"No, don't stand, for what I want to discuss with you may come to surprise you," Angel's voice danced with a melody of courtesy. The woman nodded, raven hair waving against pale cheeks glowing with her ever-present smile. She retook her seat, being joined by the heavenly being.
"For what I ask of you will take you from this place, and back to the world you once knew. I hope you will understand what I ask of you, and I know it maybe uneasy to part from eternal bliss, but dually, you have been granted a second chance, in order to right a wrong that I have followed from my position." Angel placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "I can't involve myself because of the abiding laws of many times I had set foot upon the Earth… but you, granted life with our merging, will have the opportunity to settle a matter of justice."
The woman never even asked, for she didn't care what it was, speaking without a seconds thought. "I will do your duty and take a second chance. It gives me great honour and joy to be of service." She looked out across the field of sunflowers. "I have loved heaven and will love it again when I return, but with life open to me, I wish to enrol in that heaven too."
Angel smiled. "Then, I shall explain all. And you'll understand why I specifically chose you…"
***
Kazuya shifted to shut out the early morning sun by throwing the curtain back across. He'd been sat up in a chair most of the night, staring out thoughtfully on what had happened, and hoped that Jin might actually turn up again. And not in such a feral state.
Nobody had slept that night. It was hardly a task anyone was willing to undertake after such events. At the moment, Kazuya was glad to be alone, listening to the silence of his soul - no other conscience buried deep within it. Aside this silence, the only noise came from Miharu, tearful and pained. Hoshi was attending to her injury, talking to her comfortingly. Kazuya knew he wasn't good at any of this emotional jargon. He'd never been one who'd been swept under by feelings; only really used to hiding them.
He did step back into the kitchen to see the state now of young woman, whom was half hunched over, injured arm now being wrapped so carefully in white bandages by Hoshi. Whatever expression on her face was hidden by drooping hair, but it was obvious that she was scared, body shivering.
"There, all fixed," Hoshi said softly. Besides being the comforting aid, he'd really not got himself involved with the big situation. Shock was keeping his mouth shut; though he hid any negative emotion behind the caring face he held for a very unstable young Miharu.
"There is no sign of him yet," Kazuya simply stated. Miharu didn't say a word in response, nor showed her worry. What she had seen in his eyes and the raw power pressed against her, had her cowering deep down, afraid of the man she knew as her lover.
"There is hope for him" Hoshi muttered, not half as certain with his answer as he hoped to have been. Kazuya nodded to that.
Miharu rose carefully up from the table, hand protectively against her form, most namely her abdomen. "I… think I'll rest now."
"That's a good idea. With your condition, it's a strain on the both of you," Hoshi said sympathetically.
Miharu went towards the door that led to the bedrooms. She stopped at the stairwell, speaking softly, back still to both men.
"If he comes back…" She hunched slightly, a shuddering sigh escaping her lips. "… I don't want to see him. I just don't feel safe anymore…"
Kazuya hesitated then sighed quietly himself. "Alright." He answered firmly albeit his true thoughts. If… no… WHEN, Jin came back; it would do neither of them good to not be seeing eye to eye. He watched the young woman silently retreat and he went back to his post of the lounge window, peering through the jar line of the curtains.
And waited…
***
It was like waking up with the biggest, pounding hangover ever imaginable, but with the extra pang of aching in all his joints, twanging quite painfully as he moved in his slurred state. Though not drunk, Jin was still reeling from all the raw emotion that Devil had dropped right on him after his consciousness was cast away from his father.
It had been a long battle from within to take back control, trying to clamber through a thick darkness that had trapped him within his own body. It had taken the full night, but he'd done it, forcing his tired body to take haven in some stinking back alley, very human now and all other emotions lying dormant.
He was as confused as hell, trying to recall the little pieces of just before he went absolutely crazy. The whole suppression part was like a horrible dream clouding of the most interesting bits…
… The bits where he was actually lashing out raving mad…
'What happened? Why did I fly out here? What's that foul taste in my mouth?' He cringed, spitting disgustedly onto the concrete. He couldn't help but noticed though, that mixed in his saliva was a speckle of red.
"That's not my blood…" He murmured shocked, his breath caught in the back of his dry throat. Furiously, he dug deep into the back of his groggy memory, scratching away at the foggy surface of his actions the night before. Fingers came to touch his lips, following a dried, flaky trail of something formally liquid - the blood evidence.
It was then that it hit him like a vicious slap in the face. Not only could he remember it - for a brief period, he was reliving it - the taste, the sounds and the sights before him…
… And Miharu, whose presence had life shatter into tiny pieces. It was her blood he'd partaken in, but she'd fought back. And then he'd flown off, without a care. Just like a monster.
He scrambled to his feet, shakily stumbling with the wall as a steady bar. With the flashing images inside his head, he could distinctly recall a path back home. It would take a while, but he needed to get back there, see the mess he'd made…
… And see Miharu. He needed to set things right.
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A/N: Jin is going to realise he isn't going to get the best home coming and what will Angel set out to do through merging with another person? And who is this person? Everything will be coming out in the next chapter.