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: I think this chapter will make readers a little happier by the end. I assure you, no enjoy!
Chapter 11
'Strange… so quiet, though as it was… but, I could hear talking before,' Miharu wondered, eyes closed. Her body had finally stopped shaking, casting the dark images of the devil monster from her mind. She'd found some peace and calm, for the sake of her baby. 'I heard a knock at the door? It seems to have gone quiet… what's going on?'
She decided to sit up, a little achy and stiff from mild bruises and the very faint dull throb of the bite injury. She stretched her legs off the bed; ears pricked up to see if she could hear a new voice or any fighting going on. Nothing, it had gone so quiet.
'I suppose I should go find out instead of being curious.' Casting aside her inner fears of seeing Jin, she clambered off the bed and left the bedroom.
***
Now with her sodden coat lying to dry on a chair, Jun could fully embrace her son, who held her tightly, close to tears of being there alive before him. Jin couldn't say anything, only hold his mother, praying that this wasn't a dream. He could smell her, feel her - she was there before him and his heart was overwhelmed with joy.
No words ruined the exchange, though Jin was muttering light words, warm words of a glad heart for his mother. Jun smiled, looking towards Kazuya, who was a little uncomfortable. It had been over twenty years since he's last seen her, and after everything that had happened, it seemed he was in an awkward disposition. So much to say and just not knowing how to let the words come out.
Jin parted slightly to look at his mother's face, touching it as if he was touching the finest, breakable porcelain. So much care and love of her.
"Mother…" He was tearful, but holding it back with his strong pride. "If only… I could have been stronger to have saved you, then this whole situation wouldn't be."
"Nothing could have stopped Toshin," Jun assured. "You were not ready to face such a monster, and I was not strong enough to assure its defeat."
"But only…" She put a finger to his lips, still ever smiling.
"There should be no buts or thoughts to what could have been," she said smoothly. "I'm here now and there is much to discuss. Can we sit down?"
Hating to have to part from her, Jin released from the hug, not letting her get too far away from him. Kazuya had already gone to take a seat. He'd never in his life let shock take him before, and he couldn't believe that it had suddenly happened now because of Jun Kazama.
'Always full of surprises,' he recalled of her.
Jin offered his mother a seat, going around to towards a seat of his own, pausing when he heard footsteps on the stairs, eyes coming to lock on Miharu's as she walked into the room. Of course, they didn't stay there for long as he noticed that bandaged injury and his inside twisted in horror of his own actions. He wished to speak, about to open his mouth, but Miharu was quite dismissive, and not only for a fact of her fear, but for noticing Jun. She froze on the spot.
"Hello, Miharu," Jun greeted.
Miharu's mouth dropped open. It was as if her past dreams had opened into reality and here stood the protector and guardian that had once guided her towards Jin.
"It's you," the Japanese girl managed to say.
"Yes, it's me," Jun said with a light chuckle. "Please, come sit down."
Miharu hesitated, but moved towards the table, edging around so she was sat next to Kazuya, away from Jin.
The Japanese boy felt his heartache with sadness, but remained silent as he sat. They'd have to talk later, for now, his attention was on his mother. Her revival was still a shock to him, but other events of the day had him between emotional provinces.
In the meantime, Hoshi had prepared some tea to pass around the group. He the end he stayed aside from the main conversation as he went to tidy up idly.
"I've only been given a second chance because of the severity of your situation," Jun said sipping her tea. "The heavens don't usually grant rebirth unless it is completely necessary. Angel believed this one a very important issue that couldn't go ignore. It challenges evolution and life itself."
"Angel…" Kazuya remembered the flaxen haired guardian once such a long time ago. If only he's let her help him. He shook his head. "It seems this situation is beyond what I expected."
Jun nodded. "Heihachi's experiments of the combination of Toshin blood and the 'Devil Gene' with his very own unification property destroys the natural balance of evolution. He is trying to reach limits that is too much for human's to handle."
"And you're here to stop him for good?" Jin asked.
"Yes, to make sure all experiments and notes are destroyed and that nobody is ever deal with this kind of scientific proof again," she said firmly. "Angel has given her heavenly status and being to bring me back to life. She exists in essence within me now, given me greater strength that she knows will be able to help fight back. She would have come herself, but heaven's law of her using up her time on Earth prevented her from leaving her post. With my premature demise, as Angel had said, I was easily I good candidate for this. And with my links…" She looked around from Jin to Kazuya and finally to Miharu. "It was worth giving up divinity to be with the people I care about."
"So… what's your plan?" Kazuya inclined to ask.
"There is no use hiding from the problem," Jun affirmed. "Miharu can be kept safely hidden, but us together should face Heihachi head on. I don't believe he can fight against us all with our strength combined. Murder is heavenly shunned about, but even for Heihachi, mercy on him would be simply pointless. He needs to be punished for his plans of destruction and domination."
Kazuya's eyes bulged. "Once upon a time, you were telling me I shouldn't kill him."
"In my heart, I don't wish to, but heaven wants to eradicate the potential for the destruction of its children," she answered truthfully.
"Always the merciful one," the elder man said, smirking.
She shook her head at him with a light smile. "Even with Angel within me, I still will not change."
"It's dangerous to head straight on at Heihachi," Miharu spoke up. "He has his army. How could three people hope to defeat the whole Mishima Zaibatsu?"
"The Tekkenshu are useless," Kazuya said with a snort. "The only one to worry about is the old man. He's bound to have some trick up his sleeve."
"There is no choice," Jun said to Miharu. "Everyone is afraid of the Mishima Zaibatsu, and it's not worth risking others in something they wouldn't truly understand."
"Besides, I don't want anyone taking the pleasure away from me from killing the old bastard," Kazuya said, pounding a fist into the palm of his other hand. Jin's eyes narrowed sharply on his father, who met the gaze. His son wanted a definite piece of Heihachi for being wronged in the past. Kazuya had been in torture most of his life, wondering if the next day would be his last, while Jin was deceived and nearly murdered. But who honestly would get the final blow?
Jun cleared her throat. "I think it would be best if we settled for the night. Most of you are tired, I feel and plans can easily wait until tomorrow. You'll all feel much clearer in the morning."
"You're right," Kazuya said. "I've had practically no sleep."
"I would actually like to sleep in a bed tonight," Jin said, his eyes casting over to Miharu. "I really need to rest - I have so much to do that needs a clear head." His lover didn't look to him, instead, away towards the kitchen window.
Hoshi reappeared as the group finished up their teas. "I hope you don't mind me setting up a mattress on the floor of Kazuya's room for you," he said to Jun. "It's the best I can do."
"I'll take the mattress, she can have the bed," Kazuya said, turning to Jun. "And there's no arguments about it."
She smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Kazuya."
Jin stood, rather shakily. He couldn't bare this dismissal from Miharu. It burned him right down to the very core. "I'll be going to bed. Goodnight." He gave his mother a hug and departed quickly. Jun looked sadly after him and then turned to Miharu.
"Please, you have to talk to my son. His heart is breaking with your fear," the older woman said.
Miharu looked up, eyes glistening. "I don't know if I can handle this anymore…"
"You're strong, you've proved that with the 4th tournament," Jun said, leaned down and resting a hand on her good shoulder. "You've had heartache and bad luck most of your life. You've always been put to the test and I can assure you, both you and Jin need each other."
"I don't know," Miharu said fearfully.
Jun cast a sympathetic glance to rest on the young girl and focused on the bandaged injury. Carefully she went to take away the bandage. Miharu jumped slightly with shock, uncertain to the woman's intentions. Revealing the cleansed yet sore injury, Jun gave a small sigh and placed her hand over it very softly, almost a whisper over it. Miharu hissed to the sting of this new flesh in contact. Jun just closed her eyes, voices muttering chants within her, becoming like a blanket and warmth. Miharu's cheeks flushed as she felt a tingling emanate from Jun's hand and covered the injury, a strange power reaching out and dipping into the shoulder, knitting through the skin, mending the flesh. When Jun next removed her hand, Miharu was surprised to find only pink flesh instead of an injury.
"How?" She was about to ask, but the woman spoke over her.
"He loves you greatly and I know you love him too. It doesn't help you if you're afraid. He is your protector and the darkness of those raw emotions that were cast on him has faded. His strength has kept him truly alive, and you'll shatter him completely if you don't be there by his side to assure him of his humanity."
Miharu looked at the healed area again and stood quietly, her face changing to a look of resolution, though, she was still pretty fearful. She took a breath and nodded, turning to the stairs and promptly following after Jin.
This left Kazuya and Jun, face to face, alone.
"So, here we are," she said, hands coming to clasp in front of her as stepped in closer to him. "After so long and we both feel nervous. It's been so long, I truly thought I'd never see you again."
"And the same with you," he answered. "When I learned of your death, I was sad that I couldn't make up for pushing you aside all that time ago."
"You were stubborn, but I understand. You were resolved to see to it of your father's demise. I should have been there to support you and then things may have worked out for the better. But then… maybe I would have truly lost you to Devil," she said.
Kazuya sighed. "I was already lost, Jun. You tried to save me, but it was already too late. But now, I have the power of Devil but his mind is gone. Jin's heart alone cast away what was left of that makes of the demon. Proves how weak Devil was in the end. I should have realised that I could have destroyed him so long ago."
"He was a strong force, and he made you believe that you needed him," Jun explained, touching his cheek. "But you needed love, not power."
Kazuya looked down. "Jun… I'm…"
"Shh, don't say anything, you don't need to be." She placed a soft kiss on his lips. "You were always forgiven for what happened."
The tingling of that kiss brought back wonderful memories of them together in a loving embrace. He smiled. "Thank you."
***
Jin wished it could have been physical pain to cleanse or to drug up on pain killers, but unfortunately it wasn't, it was mental and emotional pain that ignited his body with a burning sense of distress and need. He couldn't believe that he had blamed his father for what had happened. Obviously, he hated the man and wanted to put all blame on him, but in truth, he was always weak - he had let his mother die in the first place and couldn't fight the control of the feral demon trying to take his body. He wanted to cry, but what would that do? Tears wouldn't make everything better.
He gripped the pillow, wished that he could just fall asleep and forget about it, if only for a little while, but try as he might, her face in his mind made it hard to slip towards sleep.
He heard the door squeak as it was pushed from ajar and Miharu stepped into the room. Surprised, he sat up instantly.
"Miharu," he said softly.
She came towards the bed in silence and he feared her for once in his life. The bed jostled as she sat down, bringing them close together, her face directly in front of his. His eyes turned from hers though, as he'd found something odd - the injury she'd had, it wasn't there. Just pink flesh. He tried to speak, but couldn't. In the end, she spoke.
"You're mother healed me, and I have to admire her for her way with words too," she said lightly.
Jin silently gulped. He was in wonder of what his mother could have said to her.
Surprising him yet again, she placed her hand over his tentatively, managing to keep her eyes locked on his. "I'm afraid, Jin. Probably the most I've been in my entire life. This devil part of you, I can never understand it. It's always causing new things to come up and cause more problems."
He looked down. "Are you leaving me?"
"What? No! Don't be stupid! Don't you realise that we need each other, besides all this? We have to accept all the strange new problems as they come," she said sharply. "I love you, Jin, through fear and everything. Nothing could stop me caring about you. It's just… with this…" The tears began to draw from her eyes from this point on. "I'm scared, Jin. I'm scared I'm going to die."
Jin quickly brought them together in a hug. "No, no! I won't let that happen! Never! I won't let my Grandfather do anything to you. I'll see him tortured into hell before he hurts you."
"I need you, Jin," she sobbed. "Me and the baby. I can't make it without you."
He kissed her on the forehead, a soothing hand caressing her back affectionately. "I'm not going anywhere. And I won't ever let the 'Devil Gene' pull us apart."
"You promise?" She whispered in a whimper.
"I promise." He made her look to him, eyes locking with softness for the first time that night. Only love not fear was between them now.
He leaned to her and brought her into a kiss, having almost died wondering if he's ever get to do this to her again. And the reaction was positive, as she didn't pull away, but melted, letting mouths part with a dance of tongues, performing their own show of love.
They lay together on the bed, with Jin's arms kept wrapped around her smaller frame. He was always careful with her. No more hurt, he'd promise that upon himself now and actually assure it too.
Her mouth left the kiss for a taste of sweet air and her face went comfortingly to his shoulder, rubbing her cheek there lovingly.
'Jun, my guardian, always right,' Miharu told herself, intoxicated by how fantastic his scent was. How she would have missed this if she's kept running away.
A strange brush of softness caressed past her shoulder and she lifted her face to see what it was. Her eyes widened in horror.
A large black feathered wing was carefully enfolding around her, and her first thought was to pull away, but his grip on her wouldn't release. She looked to his face, watching his eyes open to look at her. There were no red eyes, just his beautiful brown orbs, seeing the fear in her eyes, and offering comfort.
"It's okay, don't be afraid," he whispered, placing her head back to his shoulder.
She sighed, still a little uneasy. He wasn't outright changing; just his wings had managed to form. With the still shaky control on his change, things like this would happen sometimes with certain emotions, but Jin was hoping his lover would be willing to accept it, and soon be less fearful of it.
One wing was rested lamely behind him, while the other kept her close with assuring warmth between them. She snuggled close, letting her body relax. She would trust him this time - she believed with all her heart that he wouldn't let her down again.
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A/N: Hope that lifted a few smiles since I've been so morbid with the last few chapters. Unfortunately, happiness is short lived, the next chapter will prove that. The build up towards the final battle begins in the next installment.
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: I think this chapter will make readers a little happier by the end. I assure you, no enjoy!
Chapter 11
'Strange… so quiet, though as it was… but, I could hear talking before,' Miharu wondered, eyes closed. Her body had finally stopped shaking, casting the dark images of the devil monster from her mind. She'd found some peace and calm, for the sake of her baby. 'I heard a knock at the door? It seems to have gone quiet… what's going on?'
She decided to sit up, a little achy and stiff from mild bruises and the very faint dull throb of the bite injury. She stretched her legs off the bed; ears pricked up to see if she could hear a new voice or any fighting going on. Nothing, it had gone so quiet.
'I suppose I should go find out instead of being curious.' Casting aside her inner fears of seeing Jin, she clambered off the bed and left the bedroom.
***
Now with her sodden coat lying to dry on a chair, Jun could fully embrace her son, who held her tightly, close to tears of being there alive before him. Jin couldn't say anything, only hold his mother, praying that this wasn't a dream. He could smell her, feel her - she was there before him and his heart was overwhelmed with joy.
No words ruined the exchange, though Jin was muttering light words, warm words of a glad heart for his mother. Jun smiled, looking towards Kazuya, who was a little uncomfortable. It had been over twenty years since he's last seen her, and after everything that had happened, it seemed he was in an awkward disposition. So much to say and just not knowing how to let the words come out.
Jin parted slightly to look at his mother's face, touching it as if he was touching the finest, breakable porcelain. So much care and love of her.
"Mother…" He was tearful, but holding it back with his strong pride. "If only… I could have been stronger to have saved you, then this whole situation wouldn't be."
"Nothing could have stopped Toshin," Jun assured. "You were not ready to face such a monster, and I was not strong enough to assure its defeat."
"But only…" She put a finger to his lips, still ever smiling.
"There should be no buts or thoughts to what could have been," she said smoothly. "I'm here now and there is much to discuss. Can we sit down?"
Hating to have to part from her, Jin released from the hug, not letting her get too far away from him. Kazuya had already gone to take a seat. He'd never in his life let shock take him before, and he couldn't believe that it had suddenly happened now because of Jun Kazama.
'Always full of surprises,' he recalled of her.
Jin offered his mother a seat, going around to towards a seat of his own, pausing when he heard footsteps on the stairs, eyes coming to lock on Miharu's as she walked into the room. Of course, they didn't stay there for long as he noticed that bandaged injury and his inside twisted in horror of his own actions. He wished to speak, about to open his mouth, but Miharu was quite dismissive, and not only for a fact of her fear, but for noticing Jun. She froze on the spot.
"Hello, Miharu," Jun greeted.
Miharu's mouth dropped open. It was as if her past dreams had opened into reality and here stood the protector and guardian that had once guided her towards Jin.
"It's you," the Japanese girl managed to say.
"Yes, it's me," Jun said with a light chuckle. "Please, come sit down."
Miharu hesitated, but moved towards the table, edging around so she was sat next to Kazuya, away from Jin.
The Japanese boy felt his heartache with sadness, but remained silent as he sat. They'd have to talk later, for now, his attention was on his mother. Her revival was still a shock to him, but other events of the day had him between emotional provinces.
In the meantime, Hoshi had prepared some tea to pass around the group. He the end he stayed aside from the main conversation as he went to tidy up idly.
"I've only been given a second chance because of the severity of your situation," Jun said sipping her tea. "The heavens don't usually grant rebirth unless it is completely necessary. Angel believed this one a very important issue that couldn't go ignore. It challenges evolution and life itself."
"Angel…" Kazuya remembered the flaxen haired guardian once such a long time ago. If only he's let her help him. He shook his head. "It seems this situation is beyond what I expected."
Jun nodded. "Heihachi's experiments of the combination of Toshin blood and the 'Devil Gene' with his very own unification property destroys the natural balance of evolution. He is trying to reach limits that is too much for human's to handle."
"And you're here to stop him for good?" Jin asked.
"Yes, to make sure all experiments and notes are destroyed and that nobody is ever deal with this kind of scientific proof again," she said firmly. "Angel has given her heavenly status and being to bring me back to life. She exists in essence within me now, given me greater strength that she knows will be able to help fight back. She would have come herself, but heaven's law of her using up her time on Earth prevented her from leaving her post. With my premature demise, as Angel had said, I was easily I good candidate for this. And with my links…" She looked around from Jin to Kazuya and finally to Miharu. "It was worth giving up divinity to be with the people I care about."
"So… what's your plan?" Kazuya inclined to ask.
"There is no use hiding from the problem," Jun affirmed. "Miharu can be kept safely hidden, but us together should face Heihachi head on. I don't believe he can fight against us all with our strength combined. Murder is heavenly shunned about, but even for Heihachi, mercy on him would be simply pointless. He needs to be punished for his plans of destruction and domination."
Kazuya's eyes bulged. "Once upon a time, you were telling me I shouldn't kill him."
"In my heart, I don't wish to, but heaven wants to eradicate the potential for the destruction of its children," she answered truthfully.
"Always the merciful one," the elder man said, smirking.
She shook her head at him with a light smile. "Even with Angel within me, I still will not change."
"It's dangerous to head straight on at Heihachi," Miharu spoke up. "He has his army. How could three people hope to defeat the whole Mishima Zaibatsu?"
"The Tekkenshu are useless," Kazuya said with a snort. "The only one to worry about is the old man. He's bound to have some trick up his sleeve."
"There is no choice," Jun said to Miharu. "Everyone is afraid of the Mishima Zaibatsu, and it's not worth risking others in something they wouldn't truly understand."
"Besides, I don't want anyone taking the pleasure away from me from killing the old bastard," Kazuya said, pounding a fist into the palm of his other hand. Jin's eyes narrowed sharply on his father, who met the gaze. His son wanted a definite piece of Heihachi for being wronged in the past. Kazuya had been in torture most of his life, wondering if the next day would be his last, while Jin was deceived and nearly murdered. But who honestly would get the final blow?
Jun cleared her throat. "I think it would be best if we settled for the night. Most of you are tired, I feel and plans can easily wait until tomorrow. You'll all feel much clearer in the morning."
"You're right," Kazuya said. "I've had practically no sleep."
"I would actually like to sleep in a bed tonight," Jin said, his eyes casting over to Miharu. "I really need to rest - I have so much to do that needs a clear head." His lover didn't look to him, instead, away towards the kitchen window.
Hoshi reappeared as the group finished up their teas. "I hope you don't mind me setting up a mattress on the floor of Kazuya's room for you," he said to Jun. "It's the best I can do."
"I'll take the mattress, she can have the bed," Kazuya said, turning to Jun. "And there's no arguments about it."
She smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Kazuya."
Jin stood, rather shakily. He couldn't bare this dismissal from Miharu. It burned him right down to the very core. "I'll be going to bed. Goodnight." He gave his mother a hug and departed quickly. Jun looked sadly after him and then turned to Miharu.
"Please, you have to talk to my son. His heart is breaking with your fear," the older woman said.
Miharu looked up, eyes glistening. "I don't know if I can handle this anymore…"
"You're strong, you've proved that with the 4th tournament," Jun said, leaned down and resting a hand on her good shoulder. "You've had heartache and bad luck most of your life. You've always been put to the test and I can assure you, both you and Jin need each other."
"I don't know," Miharu said fearfully.
Jun cast a sympathetic glance to rest on the young girl and focused on the bandaged injury. Carefully she went to take away the bandage. Miharu jumped slightly with shock, uncertain to the woman's intentions. Revealing the cleansed yet sore injury, Jun gave a small sigh and placed her hand over it very softly, almost a whisper over it. Miharu hissed to the sting of this new flesh in contact. Jun just closed her eyes, voices muttering chants within her, becoming like a blanket and warmth. Miharu's cheeks flushed as she felt a tingling emanate from Jun's hand and covered the injury, a strange power reaching out and dipping into the shoulder, knitting through the skin, mending the flesh. When Jun next removed her hand, Miharu was surprised to find only pink flesh instead of an injury.
"How?" She was about to ask, but the woman spoke over her.
"He loves you greatly and I know you love him too. It doesn't help you if you're afraid. He is your protector and the darkness of those raw emotions that were cast on him has faded. His strength has kept him truly alive, and you'll shatter him completely if you don't be there by his side to assure him of his humanity."
Miharu looked at the healed area again and stood quietly, her face changing to a look of resolution, though, she was still pretty fearful. She took a breath and nodded, turning to the stairs and promptly following after Jin.
This left Kazuya and Jun, face to face, alone.
"So, here we are," she said, hands coming to clasp in front of her as stepped in closer to him. "After so long and we both feel nervous. It's been so long, I truly thought I'd never see you again."
"And the same with you," he answered. "When I learned of your death, I was sad that I couldn't make up for pushing you aside all that time ago."
"You were stubborn, but I understand. You were resolved to see to it of your father's demise. I should have been there to support you and then things may have worked out for the better. But then… maybe I would have truly lost you to Devil," she said.
Kazuya sighed. "I was already lost, Jun. You tried to save me, but it was already too late. But now, I have the power of Devil but his mind is gone. Jin's heart alone cast away what was left of that makes of the demon. Proves how weak Devil was in the end. I should have realised that I could have destroyed him so long ago."
"He was a strong force, and he made you believe that you needed him," Jun explained, touching his cheek. "But you needed love, not power."
Kazuya looked down. "Jun… I'm…"
"Shh, don't say anything, you don't need to be." She placed a soft kiss on his lips. "You were always forgiven for what happened."
The tingling of that kiss brought back wonderful memories of them together in a loving embrace. He smiled. "Thank you."
***
Jin wished it could have been physical pain to cleanse or to drug up on pain killers, but unfortunately it wasn't, it was mental and emotional pain that ignited his body with a burning sense of distress and need. He couldn't believe that he had blamed his father for what had happened. Obviously, he hated the man and wanted to put all blame on him, but in truth, he was always weak - he had let his mother die in the first place and couldn't fight the control of the feral demon trying to take his body. He wanted to cry, but what would that do? Tears wouldn't make everything better.
He gripped the pillow, wished that he could just fall asleep and forget about it, if only for a little while, but try as he might, her face in his mind made it hard to slip towards sleep.
He heard the door squeak as it was pushed from ajar and Miharu stepped into the room. Surprised, he sat up instantly.
"Miharu," he said softly.
She came towards the bed in silence and he feared her for once in his life. The bed jostled as she sat down, bringing them close together, her face directly in front of his. His eyes turned from hers though, as he'd found something odd - the injury she'd had, it wasn't there. Just pink flesh. He tried to speak, but couldn't. In the end, she spoke.
"You're mother healed me, and I have to admire her for her way with words too," she said lightly.
Jin silently gulped. He was in wonder of what his mother could have said to her.
Surprising him yet again, she placed her hand over his tentatively, managing to keep her eyes locked on his. "I'm afraid, Jin. Probably the most I've been in my entire life. This devil part of you, I can never understand it. It's always causing new things to come up and cause more problems."
He looked down. "Are you leaving me?"
"What? No! Don't be stupid! Don't you realise that we need each other, besides all this? We have to accept all the strange new problems as they come," she said sharply. "I love you, Jin, through fear and everything. Nothing could stop me caring about you. It's just… with this…" The tears began to draw from her eyes from this point on. "I'm scared, Jin. I'm scared I'm going to die."
Jin quickly brought them together in a hug. "No, no! I won't let that happen! Never! I won't let my Grandfather do anything to you. I'll see him tortured into hell before he hurts you."
"I need you, Jin," she sobbed. "Me and the baby. I can't make it without you."
He kissed her on the forehead, a soothing hand caressing her back affectionately. "I'm not going anywhere. And I won't ever let the 'Devil Gene' pull us apart."
"You promise?" She whispered in a whimper.
"I promise." He made her look to him, eyes locking with softness for the first time that night. Only love not fear was between them now.
He leaned to her and brought her into a kiss, having almost died wondering if he's ever get to do this to her again. And the reaction was positive, as she didn't pull away, but melted, letting mouths part with a dance of tongues, performing their own show of love.
They lay together on the bed, with Jin's arms kept wrapped around her smaller frame. He was always careful with her. No more hurt, he'd promise that upon himself now and actually assure it too.
Her mouth left the kiss for a taste of sweet air and her face went comfortingly to his shoulder, rubbing her cheek there lovingly.
'Jun, my guardian, always right,' Miharu told herself, intoxicated by how fantastic his scent was. How she would have missed this if she's kept running away.
A strange brush of softness caressed past her shoulder and she lifted her face to see what it was. Her eyes widened in horror.
A large black feathered wing was carefully enfolding around her, and her first thought was to pull away, but his grip on her wouldn't release. She looked to his face, watching his eyes open to look at her. There were no red eyes, just his beautiful brown orbs, seeing the fear in her eyes, and offering comfort.
"It's okay, don't be afraid," he whispered, placing her head back to his shoulder.
She sighed, still a little uneasy. He wasn't outright changing; just his wings had managed to form. With the still shaky control on his change, things like this would happen sometimes with certain emotions, but Jin was hoping his lover would be willing to accept it, and soon be less fearful of it.
One wing was rested lamely behind him, while the other kept her close with assuring warmth between them. She snuggled close, letting her body relax. She would trust him this time - she believed with all her heart that he wouldn't let her down again.
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A/N: Hope that lifted a few smiles since I've been so morbid with the last few chapters. Unfortunately, happiness is short lived, the next chapter will prove that. The build up towards the final battle begins in the next installment.