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 10
Nightfall came, bringing a heavy darkness down like a thick blanket. And with that, a heavy rain that banged on the roof like thousands of drums beating a relentless tune.
Kazuya listened, but didn't care, all he was thinking about right then was Jin.
He couldn't help but take all the blame for this and he hated to imagine the look on his son's face, to see him hate him more.
'I try and be a father, do a good thing, but I'm just cursed to have everything go wrong…'
Hoshi came into the lounge where Kazuya was sat, still by the window like he'd been most of the day. The large man cleared his throat, calling for his friend's attention, in which Kazuya turned in intrigue to what the man wanted to say.
"I just checked on Miharu. Not really any change with her. She's quiet and not eaten much…" He went to sit on the couch, letting out a long sigh. "I don't know what to do…"
"Like most of us," Kazuya cut him off, shaking his head. "Not much can be done till Jin gets back. I don't think it's over between them. They've got too much of a strong bond to break."
Hoshi just nodded and leaned back to relax, listening to the rain, cringing slightly.
"I hope Jin will be alright out in this," he uttered.
Kazuya didn't respond, just waited as he'd been doing before.
Time ticked on in an almost aggravating slow way. Kazuya watched the clock on the other side of the room - every little movement of the hands that worked their way around to signal an hour had passed.
It was then that the door was opened sharply and he was on his feet, striding into the kitchen. And there, before his eyes, was his son, drenched through and looking worse for wear. Neither said a word, staring at each other - the emotions were so entangled, it was impossible to tell what either wanted to do or say, especially Jin.
Hoshi stepped into the room behind Kazuya and sighed with relief. "Jin! Look at you! I'll get you a towel…" He disappeared again, leaving the men alone.
Jin cleared his throat, eyes dull. "My memory is a little vague… but I do specifically remember the attack."
"It wasn't your fault," Kazuya simply answered.
"I know it wasn't…" Jin's lips pressed as anger rose from his core. "Why? Why didn't you at least warn me?"
Kazuya let out a long sigh. "Do you think I do this kind of thing regularly. This was new to me as it was to you. I was not to know the consequences."
"But there was risk…"
"Of course. Dealing with Devil is always risky," he affirmed.
Hoshi rejoined the men handing Jin a towel. He hesitantly took it, voice starting to waver. "Is Miharu alright?"
"She's coping," Kazuya answered.
Uncertain by what the answer insinuated, he pressed on. "I know she was hurt. I can see it engraved in my head…" He closed his eyes. "I keep tasting her blood in my mouth…"
"She's healing, it just takes time," he assured.
"Is… is the baby alright?" Jin asked, suddenly gripped with a sense of horror.
"She protected your child well," Kazuya said with a nod. "No harm came upon it."
Jin blew out a sigh of relief, turning to the stairs. "I need to see her."
"She doesn't want to see you," Kazuya said blankly, bracing for the reaction her knew was coming. Jin snapped around in mid step, panic stricken face shifting to that of anger.
"And how would you know that?" He snapped.
"She said it in the open," he said. "And if you don't believe me, ask Hoshi. He was there when she said it."
Jin's eyes came to rest on the elder man, whom didn't want to lock eye contact, looking instead to the floor. It was just as good an answer and Jin almost stepped back in dismay, covered his face with his hand, running it down, biting his lip to hold back his emotions.
After a moment of jittery silence, his anger boiled through and he pointed an excusing finger as his father.
"You… this is all your fault…" Kazuya looked away, knowing that he would have got this sooner or later. Jin stepped towards him, almost pressing into him. The lashing anger that came from him spilled over Kazuya with the boy's words - he was prepared, but he hated to hear it. "If you hadn't have dumped all this baggage on me… flaring my 'Devil Gene' into something so monstrous its close to tearing me apart. If you hadn't made me go through with your little… ritual this would have never happened! Miharu wouldn't be hurt and I wouldn't be carrying all this guilt over my shoulders. How can I put this right when she doesn't want to see me? The woman whose carrying my child is too afraid to look at me…"
"Please, Jin, don't blame your father, he didn't know…"
Jin ignored Hoshi as he went on. "How can you stand there with this whole façade of being a good man after you've torn into both mine and Miharu's lives? I knew that it was a stupid idea to trust you… and now where has it ended up? The fear of what it going to happen from higher powers… and the fear now of me…"
"There is no fear from Miharu… just uncertainty," Kazuya corrected. "She has so much to understand about you - all the pieces you've failed to explain. You've always carried a hellish monster in your blood, it just took a trigger to really bring out the true, hungry creature…"
Jin was seething; face going red, but he couldn't find anymore words to conjure. He was so angry; he was blank… void of everything else. Instead of continuing the argument, he decided to turn away, disgusted by looking at his father, instead to Hoshi. "Don't mind if I use the shower?"
"Not at all…" He answered, stepping by as the boy strode past him, not looking back.
Kazuya let out a sigh. "He's strong, he'll overcome it. He's coped with such a raw hatred better then I ever did."
"I think I'll brew some coffee. I think he may need it," Hoshi said, not wanting to really get into their business.
***
Miharu stared at the ceiling, hand stroking her little, rounded stomach. She ached inside, wishing that she could just curl up and not have to face such a cruel world. Darkness seemed to come from every corner, gobbling up what was left of the light that guided her down a safe path.
She loved Jin with all her heart, but she was afraid to walk his path. She was surprisingly asking herself if she would now want to change her mind about following after him, like she's wanted to so long ago.
'Am I being punished? For carrying a child with a 'Devil gene'?' Tears cascaded her cheeks. 'I promise with all my heart I will teach it all that is good… but why must I suffer beforehand, just to try and lead a good and fruitful life?'
Footsteps trekked the hallway towards the bathroom and a shuddering sigh told her that Jin had finally returned. She rolled onto her side, facing away from the door.
Just to be alone a little longer would ease her frightened soul…
***
The rain wasn't relenting and thunder roared loud in a cry of hate in the dark sky. Every now again, Kazuya could spy a flicker of lightning in the distance, as he sat watching the rainfall, trying to ease all agitation.
Hoshi watched him from the doorway, sympathetic for the man's situation. Everything had erupted into something incomprehensible. He wished he could turn back time, just so that he could actually hear happy voices in his home and not to be trapped in the cold silence that lingered.
'Why must my home always welcome a morbid atmosphere?' He wondered. There was a knock at his front door, and he discarded his train of thought to see whom it was, a bit uncertain to who would call at such a late hour. He carefully opened the door on a gap, peering out to see a hooded woman standing on his doorstep. A little more at ease, he opened the door fully.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
"I wish to earnestly speak with Kazuya Mishima," she said gently.
"Well, umm…" He peered around past her, to see that the streets were empty and no army was going to come rushing in after her. He stepped aside. "Come in."
"Thank you," she said and entered into the warmth of the kitchen.
"Take your coat off, make yourself at home," he offered. "I'll just go get him."
"Thank you," she said again.
Hoshi peered around the lounge door to Kazuya. "Hey, there's a woman here to see you."
The first Iron Fist champion looked at him, suddenly turned to looking defensive. He gave a nod and stood, striding towards the kitchen with intrigue to his visitor. Upon entering the kitchen, he froze on the spot, watching her face revealed from beneath the large, wet hood. Her smile made his heart race, a smile he'd missed in so long.
"I don't believe it," he managed to say.
"Hello, Kazuya, it's been a long time," she said warmly.
Kazuya was lost for words, wanting slap himself to see if he was dreaming, probably having drifted off by the window. But obviously he knew he was wide-awake and whatever magical force had done so, had brought her before him as a physical being.
"Mother?" Both turned to look at the stairs, noticing Jin now stood there, returning from his quick shower.
"Jin," she answered softly, glowing with his presence. The boy nearly fell down the rest of the steps as he came to stand within the kitchen, with a woman supposedly taken from him.
"Jun Kazama," Kazuya muttered, the name making her seem more real then ever
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A/N: I'm sorry about how short this chapter is, but I'm getting ready to build up into bigger things. I hope the later action will make up for these little bits.
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 10
Nightfall came, bringing a heavy darkness down like a thick blanket. And with that, a heavy rain that banged on the roof like thousands of drums beating a relentless tune.
Kazuya listened, but didn't care, all he was thinking about right then was Jin.
He couldn't help but take all the blame for this and he hated to imagine the look on his son's face, to see him hate him more.
'I try and be a father, do a good thing, but I'm just cursed to have everything go wrong…'
Hoshi came into the lounge where Kazuya was sat, still by the window like he'd been most of the day. The large man cleared his throat, calling for his friend's attention, in which Kazuya turned in intrigue to what the man wanted to say.
"I just checked on Miharu. Not really any change with her. She's quiet and not eaten much…" He went to sit on the couch, letting out a long sigh. "I don't know what to do…"
"Like most of us," Kazuya cut him off, shaking his head. "Not much can be done till Jin gets back. I don't think it's over between them. They've got too much of a strong bond to break."
Hoshi just nodded and leaned back to relax, listening to the rain, cringing slightly.
"I hope Jin will be alright out in this," he uttered.
Kazuya didn't respond, just waited as he'd been doing before.
Time ticked on in an almost aggravating slow way. Kazuya watched the clock on the other side of the room - every little movement of the hands that worked their way around to signal an hour had passed.
It was then that the door was opened sharply and he was on his feet, striding into the kitchen. And there, before his eyes, was his son, drenched through and looking worse for wear. Neither said a word, staring at each other - the emotions were so entangled, it was impossible to tell what either wanted to do or say, especially Jin.
Hoshi stepped into the room behind Kazuya and sighed with relief. "Jin! Look at you! I'll get you a towel…" He disappeared again, leaving the men alone.
Jin cleared his throat, eyes dull. "My memory is a little vague… but I do specifically remember the attack."
"It wasn't your fault," Kazuya simply answered.
"I know it wasn't…" Jin's lips pressed as anger rose from his core. "Why? Why didn't you at least warn me?"
Kazuya let out a long sigh. "Do you think I do this kind of thing regularly. This was new to me as it was to you. I was not to know the consequences."
"But there was risk…"
"Of course. Dealing with Devil is always risky," he affirmed.
Hoshi rejoined the men handing Jin a towel. He hesitantly took it, voice starting to waver. "Is Miharu alright?"
"She's coping," Kazuya answered.
Uncertain by what the answer insinuated, he pressed on. "I know she was hurt. I can see it engraved in my head…" He closed his eyes. "I keep tasting her blood in my mouth…"
"She's healing, it just takes time," he assured.
"Is… is the baby alright?" Jin asked, suddenly gripped with a sense of horror.
"She protected your child well," Kazuya said with a nod. "No harm came upon it."
Jin blew out a sigh of relief, turning to the stairs. "I need to see her."
"She doesn't want to see you," Kazuya said blankly, bracing for the reaction her knew was coming. Jin snapped around in mid step, panic stricken face shifting to that of anger.
"And how would you know that?" He snapped.
"She said it in the open," he said. "And if you don't believe me, ask Hoshi. He was there when she said it."
Jin's eyes came to rest on the elder man, whom didn't want to lock eye contact, looking instead to the floor. It was just as good an answer and Jin almost stepped back in dismay, covered his face with his hand, running it down, biting his lip to hold back his emotions.
After a moment of jittery silence, his anger boiled through and he pointed an excusing finger as his father.
"You… this is all your fault…" Kazuya looked away, knowing that he would have got this sooner or later. Jin stepped towards him, almost pressing into him. The lashing anger that came from him spilled over Kazuya with the boy's words - he was prepared, but he hated to hear it. "If you hadn't have dumped all this baggage on me… flaring my 'Devil Gene' into something so monstrous its close to tearing me apart. If you hadn't made me go through with your little… ritual this would have never happened! Miharu wouldn't be hurt and I wouldn't be carrying all this guilt over my shoulders. How can I put this right when she doesn't want to see me? The woman whose carrying my child is too afraid to look at me…"
"Please, Jin, don't blame your father, he didn't know…"
Jin ignored Hoshi as he went on. "How can you stand there with this whole façade of being a good man after you've torn into both mine and Miharu's lives? I knew that it was a stupid idea to trust you… and now where has it ended up? The fear of what it going to happen from higher powers… and the fear now of me…"
"There is no fear from Miharu… just uncertainty," Kazuya corrected. "She has so much to understand about you - all the pieces you've failed to explain. You've always carried a hellish monster in your blood, it just took a trigger to really bring out the true, hungry creature…"
Jin was seething; face going red, but he couldn't find anymore words to conjure. He was so angry; he was blank… void of everything else. Instead of continuing the argument, he decided to turn away, disgusted by looking at his father, instead to Hoshi. "Don't mind if I use the shower?"
"Not at all…" He answered, stepping by as the boy strode past him, not looking back.
Kazuya let out a sigh. "He's strong, he'll overcome it. He's coped with such a raw hatred better then I ever did."
"I think I'll brew some coffee. I think he may need it," Hoshi said, not wanting to really get into their business.
***
Miharu stared at the ceiling, hand stroking her little, rounded stomach. She ached inside, wishing that she could just curl up and not have to face such a cruel world. Darkness seemed to come from every corner, gobbling up what was left of the light that guided her down a safe path.
She loved Jin with all her heart, but she was afraid to walk his path. She was surprisingly asking herself if she would now want to change her mind about following after him, like she's wanted to so long ago.
'Am I being punished? For carrying a child with a 'Devil gene'?' Tears cascaded her cheeks. 'I promise with all my heart I will teach it all that is good… but why must I suffer beforehand, just to try and lead a good and fruitful life?'
Footsteps trekked the hallway towards the bathroom and a shuddering sigh told her that Jin had finally returned. She rolled onto her side, facing away from the door.
Just to be alone a little longer would ease her frightened soul…
***
The rain wasn't relenting and thunder roared loud in a cry of hate in the dark sky. Every now again, Kazuya could spy a flicker of lightning in the distance, as he sat watching the rainfall, trying to ease all agitation.
Hoshi watched him from the doorway, sympathetic for the man's situation. Everything had erupted into something incomprehensible. He wished he could turn back time, just so that he could actually hear happy voices in his home and not to be trapped in the cold silence that lingered.
'Why must my home always welcome a morbid atmosphere?' He wondered. There was a knock at his front door, and he discarded his train of thought to see whom it was, a bit uncertain to who would call at such a late hour. He carefully opened the door on a gap, peering out to see a hooded woman standing on his doorstep. A little more at ease, he opened the door fully.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
"I wish to earnestly speak with Kazuya Mishima," she said gently.
"Well, umm…" He peered around past her, to see that the streets were empty and no army was going to come rushing in after her. He stepped aside. "Come in."
"Thank you," she said and entered into the warmth of the kitchen.
"Take your coat off, make yourself at home," he offered. "I'll just go get him."
"Thank you," she said again.
Hoshi peered around the lounge door to Kazuya. "Hey, there's a woman here to see you."
The first Iron Fist champion looked at him, suddenly turned to looking defensive. He gave a nod and stood, striding towards the kitchen with intrigue to his visitor. Upon entering the kitchen, he froze on the spot, watching her face revealed from beneath the large, wet hood. Her smile made his heart race, a smile he'd missed in so long.
"I don't believe it," he managed to say.
"Hello, Kazuya, it's been a long time," she said warmly.
Kazuya was lost for words, wanting slap himself to see if he was dreaming, probably having drifted off by the window. But obviously he knew he was wide-awake and whatever magical force had done so, had brought her before him as a physical being.
"Mother?" Both turned to look at the stairs, noticing Jin now stood there, returning from his quick shower.
"Jin," she answered softly, glowing with his presence. The boy nearly fell down the rest of the steps as he came to stand within the kitchen, with a woman supposedly taken from him.
"Jun Kazama," Kazuya muttered, the name making her seem more real then ever
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A/N: I'm sorry about how short this chapter is, but I'm getting ready to build up into bigger things. I hope the later action will make up for these little bits.