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 shall apologise ahead of the terrible fighting inserts in this chapter and how short the fight scene seems, but I just didn't want it to last out too long. I hate writing fight scenes anyway... Besides that, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 12

"Location tracked and pin-pointed."

"Is it confirmed that this is the exact location?"

"Brief sightings and area plotting have lead us to this location."

"Area is secured. Shall we move in?"

"Alright, the operation commences as of now. Move out."

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The Mizuno house was in slumber. Hoshi has settled with the knowledge his guests were at peace. Jin and Miharu's room was quiet, a sense of ease finally resting over the pair. Jun and Kazuya had retired some time ago, and now, these was nothing but silence. Somewhat eerie - somewhere out in the dark were hissing whispers…

Kazuya was ravelled in the thick covers covering the makeshift bed on the floor. He was sleeping contentedly, his tired body so easily relaxing the minute he out his head down on the pillow. Jun however had taken longer to let into peaceful dreams, as right at the bag of her mind was bagging, that had kept her in a state of restlessness. But assuring herself that all was well, she managed to sleep. She hadn't truly slept since the night before she died seven years ago.

Miharu was tucked up in Jin's embrace. With the wings retreated, it was just his arms offering comfort to her now. With a gladdened heart, he had easily fallen asleep, with his lover encased close to him, her sweet scent bringing warmth directly to his core. But however, there was a tad uneasiness in his sleep - his dreams seemingly plagued by some gut feeling that had taken over.

His eyes engaged the grey setting with confusion, sat statue-like in the empty room; the only lighting from a skylight that shone in pearly white light. He closed his eyes, trying to shake some sort of heaviness from his head, trying to thrust away the a thousand different whispers that tickled through his mind. Footsteps snapped his eyes open, and he saw his mother, a look of concern on her face. Her image was faded, like she was a ghost, not really there. Jin felt a strange feeling of connection all of a sudden, like she had jumped from her own dreams to his.

She remained silent, not a word passing to him; just a look that made him very unnerved. The whispers were getting louder inside his head, like someone was turning up the volume, he wanted to cover his ears, curl up away from the sound when he noticed a look that registered prominently in Jun's eyes that told him she could hear it too.

And the moonlight was getting brighter and brighter, and he was looking up, absorbed by sight and sound…

The crash that shattered his dream world had him up with a jolt. Not one harsh sound of glass shattering, but another, and another - all the windows of the little house being broken consecutively. Whispers - harsh and loud filled the house. The silence was gone, replaced by clatters and bangs and the shrill sound of a windy hiss, followed by a musty smell, leaking through the confines. Jin gripped onto Miharu, whom had sat up screaming in his arms, pulled harshly from the protection of her sweet dreams.

The window to their room shattered. Jin instinctively covered his lover from the burst of glass. With this explosion of glittering shards came a silver canister, rolling along the carpet, only coming to a stop by the bed. The end has burst forth a thick, white gas, filling up the room fast.

Wasting no time, Jin leapt up off the bed, pulling Miharu with him. With one mighty shove, he pushed the bed itself onto the canister to muffle the gas that was seeping out fast.

Outside the bedroom door, there was the sound of brutality. Everywhere around them seemed alive with noise. Whirring blades like that from a helicopter, feet banging roughly into the carpeted floor, thudding and crashes, the sounds of battle; it was like a nightmare come alive. Miharu hid her face into Jin's chest. It felt just like that night a few weeks prior when the Tekken Force had raided her apartment. And she was sure that's who it was now. And they weren't being quiet about it.

"Come on!" Jin said, the threat in the room impending. He flung open the door, jumping as an armoured man went crashing past. The pair escaped from the gassed room, entering a foggy corridor. Kazuya came into sight.

"Tekkenshu," he confirmed, and growled. "So, they finally found us."

"Fantastic…" Miharu mumbled with a quiver, hands gripping tighter to Jin.

From behind Kazuya, Jun came, helping Hoshi with his arm over her shoulders. He was hacking like crazy, having been half asleep as he'd tried to scramble from the gas filling his room. She propped him to the wall and turned to the others.

"They've surrounded the place!" She said.

"There's a shit load of them, from a helicopter," Kazuya confirmed, turning to quickly snap around an elbow to a Tekkenshu armed guard trying to sneak up on them. "Taken out a few who tried to get through Jun's room."

Jin pulled Miharu with him down the corridor as they retreated towards the dead end, hearing the scrambling below and towards the stairs. Kazuya touched Jin's arm.

"I've taken out a whole horde of them before, I can do it again. I think if we both work together, we might be able to send them into retreat," he said, and smirked. "They don't know what they're up against."

Jin hesitated, looking towards Miharu, then he's mother. "You'll take care of her?"

Jun nodded. "Of course I will, you go."

He kissed Miharu's head. "See you later."

"Be careful," she said with a sob, letting him slip away from her.

He nodded and suddenly felt Hoshi grab his shoulder. "I've got to help you, I can't just sit back and let them rampage through my house."

"Don't be an idiot," Kazuya shouted at him, the hissing of the gas canisters getting louder. It was obvious they had dispatched more into the house.

"I don't care, I know they're tougher then me, but I've got a gun, and I at least want to shoot somebody for the mess," he said.

Kazuya shrugged. "Your funeral."

And with that, the three men disappeared into the light fog, while Jun and Miharu sunk back. The former looked towards a small door and flung it open, looking inside. A simple storage closet.

"Here, you can safe house inside," Jun said, helping her in, sitting her quite near the doorway. She pulled down a few pieces of linen, handing it to the terrified girl. "Use this to cover your face. It should filter some of the gas."

Miharu nodded and did so, using the edges to wipe away the flooding tears. Jun had torn a piece of small linen for herself, kneeling just behind the door, placing the white cloth over her nose and mouth.

The younger woman sat silently, face buried, afraid to look up, as if she was going to face death himself. Her body shook unrelenting, fear rippling through her form, twisting her insides into knotted ribbons.

'This… this is all my fault, they've come for me, and they're all going to get hurt… th-they could even die, and all because of me…' Her mind quaked with such thoughts and she choked on her sobs, the tears soaking into the cloth.

"They'll be fine, and please, don't blame yourself. None of this is your fault." Miharu looked up with shock, feeling as if the other woman had read her mind. Jun's eyes glittered with warmth, in a way showing her that all would be well.

The moment was ruined when they heard shouting. Jun gasped, having seen a few members of the Tekkenshu clambering in through the broken window of the closest room. She was at the ready though as they came in to attack.

Jun was known for her great speed and intercepted the first attacker with a sharp kick to the chin. He was pushed back into his comrades, giving her enough time to plow into them with a thrusting palm, her hand glowing with white energy.

Miharu kept herself ducked down, though, she couldn't help peering out as she marvelled and the speed and strength of her protector and guardian, who was keeping the attackers at bay.

Jun was almost grabbed around the ankle by one of the soldiers rising, but hoped out of reach. Instead he braced against the wall, managing up to one knee before he felt Jun's hands pressed onto his chest plate.

"You should learn when to give up," she said smoothly, her words never raising to become harsh. Following such angelic words, a white glow ignited and an extreme force of power coursed into his body. The soldier cried out, falling back, body twitching with spasms from the initial shock.

If Jun had been in top form, she's have noticed the soldier who was sneaking up behind her quicker, but it had been a long time since she had trained and she was out of fighting condition, little time to have a counter reaction to the arm bar.

"Interfering wench," was the slithering whisper that hit her ear.

Jun had been given Angel's great strength, and she could have easily pushed away, but in the process the soldier pushed her forward, ramming her into the wall ahead. She cried out, dropping to her knees, managing to get a hand up to the wall to support her from completely falling, but the butt of the gun to the back of the head had her sprawled on the carpet.

"JUN!" Miharu screeched. The soldier snapped around, noticing her and quickly advanced.

The Japanese girl reacting and snapped her feet to lock around his ankle and tripping up over her. She stumbled up onto hands and knees, trying to get up and get away, but the soldier wasn't easily pushed aside, grabbing her ankle, halting her attempts. She fell thankfully on her side, fingers digging into the carpet as she tried to pull herself free, legs flailing and kicking at the man, whom easily pinned her, muttering something into his radio. It was moments later when he was joined by another soldier, whom Miharu noticed had been bashed up a bit - his armour dinted, but he was still going despite his obvious injuries.

"HELP ME! PLEASE, SOMEONE, HELP ME!" Miharu screamed at the top of her lungs, struggling to no avail as the two men got her up, one taking her arms, locking them in front of her, and the other keeping her legs together so she didn't try kicking them, but she still wriggled to no end. "JUN! JUN, HELP ME!"

The Japanese woman heard her cries and was rising, her body healing rapidly with her bestowed gift. Her vision was a bit blurred to start with, but she was crawling along the floor after the doubled images retreating from her view. Of course, she didn't get far as one of the men she downed before leapt onto her back to restrain her, muffling her face with his hand. She gagged, collapsing, struggling with the man on the floor, knowing that she wouldn't be able to catch up with those men with Miharu in time now.

The frightened woman was struggling, but they had her firmly in their grasps. A little part of her wanted to relent, in case she harmed the baby, if it hadn't been already. She sobbed, still screaming as she was guided through the smoky confines of the house, feeling the chill of the very early morning air, darkness still keeping the place painted in black. Her lungs were almost burning; she held her breath to keep from inhaling anymore of the gas, which was making her head feel fuzzy.

'I can't give up… not now…' She told herself, refusing to just let them take her away.

She found herself in the kitchen; she could recognise the tiles, though the many bodies coming in and out obscured her vision. She could see Jin and Kazuya, bombarded. It all became very clear of the tactic. A distraction for them, while a few others chased after her.

"JIIIINNNN!" She screamed with what she had left. A gloved hand cut her off quickly though, but it was too late, the Japanese boy turned, seeing past the black armoured crowd to the face of his lover, trapped in the arms of two soldiers.

His eyes lit with fury. "MIHARU!" He roared, his fist crackling with electricity as he cracked the man before him across the face to try and clear himself a path out. But with one down, more came charging almost suicidal at him. He looked to Kazuya for help, for maybe he could get to Miharu, but he was in the same situation. Her muffled cries tore his heart to pieces, as his efforts seemed to be worth nothing. Those two soldiers had got her out of the house. He wondered what had happened to his mother.

Almost silent signal of a completed operation ordered those left standing to fall back from the fight, to get out while they could now that they had Miharu. A few of the Tekkenshu managed to unpin and throw down smaller versions of the canisters that had been smashed into the house earlier, distracting enough to clear out.

Kazuya growled, stumbling blindly at first to where the soldiers had gone. But he could feel the breeze from the door and staggered out, only to have Jin nearly push him down as he was running out.

A helicopter that had been hovering the whole time took aboard what was left of the soldiers. Miharu's screams faded as she was trapped inside, the large steel door being quickly slammed shut on the hovering vehicle as the last man boarded. It began to rise, the wind force keeping Jin away, though he was so close, wanting to tear into the metal, claw his way through those men, just to get to Miharu. But it was too late, the helicopter rose, up into the night and it was just suddenly over. What was left of the attack were the dead bodies and those too injured to escape. Kazuya slammed his fist into the wall, cracking the brickwork.

Jin just stood there, shaking, just wanting to transform then and fly, but his body was tired, aching and refused his commands. He looked about, looking to the houses around. He could feel the fear and see peeking eyes that had wanted to keep save behind their flimsy enclosures. It had been like some horrible raid, maybe a FBI kind of situation, which could have been considered. Nobody even came out to see what had become of things; it was just Jin and Kazuya there.

Jin fell to his knees, hands scratching the dirt up. Small teardrops decorated the earth. Kazuya was irate, turning back towards the house. Right now, he needed to see if Jun and Hoshi were okay. Just as he was entering the house, he heard his son scream with the greatest pain towards the dark sky. His heart let him feel a spark of pity, but right now, his stomach twisted, hoping Jun had not been too badly injured.

His bounded up the stairs, almost skidding over at the corner, coming in time to see Jun elbow a soldier in the head, an anguished groan signalling his defeat. She crawled from the grasp he'd had her in, looking up to Kazuya, her vision having cleared.

"Miharu, is she?"

"They've taken her," He simply said.

Jun rested her head to the ground, shaking. "This can't be happening." She paused, looking up to him morosely. "I'm… so sorry. If only… if only I had tried harder. I've just not trained for so long. Oh, I shouldn't be making excuses…"

"You aren't to blame," he stopped her. "Those bastards pulled a fast one on you." Kazuya let out a sigh, pissed off at the turn off events. His eyes scoured the corridor. "Where's Hoshi?"

"I don't know," Jun answered, using the wall to get herself upright. "I thought he was helping you."

"I thought he might have come back up here…" Kazuya looked down, hearing that Tekkenshu soldier that had had Jun down groaning again. He walked briskly over to the man, looking down at that mask, hiding the fearful eyes that turned to look up at him. A flicker of red passed over Kazuya's eyes as he brought his foot down and crushed the man's head into the carpet.

Jin had managed to drag himself indoors, shaking, having suddenly himself thought of his mother's safety as well. When he saw her coming down the stairs with Kazuya, a sigh of relief escaped his lips. Jun saw her son and her heart missed a beat. He had cuts and bruises marring his body and his eyes were red, obviously from crying. Kazuya had a fair share of bruises, but wasn't as worse off - the only blood that really stained him was the wet mess that was now on his foot.

"Hoshi!" Kazuya called out now concerned for the condition of his friend.

There was a strangled answer coming somewhere from the lounge and the three went to investigate. It was a startling sight for them indeed.

Their dear companion was covered in blood, his bedclothes torn to shreds. He had a terrible deep head wound, badly broken legs and a carved piece missing to his side. Jun was horrified, rushing immediately to his side.

She sobbed. "You shouldn't have got involved! You didn't need to fight for us!"

Hoshi choked slightly, a trickle of blood escaping his lips. "Mi-Miharu? Is… she here?"

Jun shook her head sadly. "They succeeded in capturing her."

The man shuddered in sorrow, his pained face looking towards the three. "I'm sorry…"

"No, you shouldn't be," Kazuya said. "You did your best."

"I… at least… got to sh-shoot some of them… before… before they did this t-to me," Hoshi strained to say.

Tears gently ran down Jun's soft face. "I'll do my best to heal you, I just don't…"

"No!" Hoshi snapped the best he good, his voice croaking with blood in his mouth. "It's too late for me. I've… had my time. I just… want to be with my wife now. My Suzy."

Jun's hand shook, having been coming to rest to his exposed, bloodied skin, but she'd stopped, and nodded to him. "As you wish."

Hoshi looked up with fading, blotchy vision towards Kazuya. "Get her back… get back that sweet, young girl. She deserves to live."

"Don't worry, we will," he assured.

Hoshi smiled lightly. "I'm glad I… met you. Tell Miharu, when you free her, to have… a good life…"

"I promise," Kazuya said, kneeling beside Jun, whose head was bowed in respect for Hoshi.

"Heaven shall welcome you with gratitude of your kindness and sacrifice," Jun said, eyes closed, as if seeing heavens gates begin to open for the man within her mind. "You shall be reunited your wife again shortly."

"I'm glad," Hoshi's shaky voice acknowledged. "And I know… I died… doing the right… thing…" And a darkness only he could see gently blanked his vision, the rest of him sinking into a lulling warmth that was beyond the living world. His spirit greeted the little light far beyond the darkness, beyond the Earth. In the living world, Hoshi Mizuno died.

"Goodbye, my friend," Kazuya bowed his head in respect to one of the first men he could truly call his friend.

Jin watched from afar, feeling sorry for the man whom had recently departed this world, but all the while he was stressing over Miharu. There was no time to waste now that Heihachi had his dirty hands so closely around her.

"We can't stay here a minute longer," Jin snapped. "Miharu needs us! She needs us now!"

Kazuya snapped to his feet. "And your plan is to just race over there and try and barge in full force? Idiot! Have you seen your condition? Have you seen out condition for that fact? Do you think that any of us are going anywhere right now?"

Jin turned to snap back, but Jun cut him off.

"Your father is right, we need time to heel," she said, standing after shutting Hoshi's eyes. "And you must consider, Heihachi would expect us to come racing into his wake. He'd be waiting, ready to destroy us. We need time to heel and devise a plan."

"The plan part I'm already onto," Kazuya said, clambering over bodies and broken furniture towards the side table. Luckily, his phone wasn't smashed up, and he flipped it open, dialling away. "Time to put my 'mole' to work."

"WE CAN'T WAIT! WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!" Jin slammed a fist into the wall, eye locking heavily with his mother's, letting her see every emotion out there - the distress, the anguish, the fear… all there for her to see and maybe to even consider to change her mind.

She shook her head. "Please, Jin. Have patience. You'll thank me later for this decision. Her life is safe for now, I assure you. He doesn't want her dead. I am hoping that I can keep a fix on her life signs from a far, but I need to heal first before exerting myself to such a task."

"Shh," Kazuya hushed over the pair. "I've got plans to make and you two talking doesn't help me think straight… ah, hello?" He smirked, glad for an answer instead of persistent ringing. "Yes, this is the call you've been waiting for. We need your help."

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Over an hour later…

Dawn had broken over the horizon, bleaching the sky in mixture of black and aquatic blue. Besides the almost insane early time, Heihachi Mishima stood proud and unaffected, looking perfectly awake and ready to await the arrival of his Tekkenshu task force, now arriving in by helicopter.

The large propelled vehicle came to rest on the landing platform, the large blades beginning to slow as the helicopter was shut down. The large door on the side was pushed open and men poured out, beckoning out a group who'd created a makeshift gurney for Miharu, whom was now sedated after an injection shortly after being loaded in.

Heihachi chuckled deep at the back of his throat, turning on his heel and leading the troop with Miharu down towards his labs, where a very pleased Dr. Abel was standing awaiting them, his close team of scientists milling around, setting up in preparation.

"So, they finally found her," Abel said, grinning from ear to ear. "Most pleasing that I can finally proceed with my work."

"Yes, things can go that next step on," Heihachi confirmed, motioning his Tekkenshu past him, whom followed Abel's instructions to place her inside a large chamber. It was a white shell creation with a silver lining inside. It was lay flat on the ground, elevated on a metal stand so it was at average table height to access. The white case lid was raised above the group, towards the ceiling, and when activated, from come down on thin metal lines to seal the chamber.

The Tekkenshu departed, leaving the scientists to deal with Miharu now, and they began hooking the sedated girl to the mechanics of the chamber. Abel and Heihachi came to watch the process.

"This chamber will keep the girl in perfect condition. Her body will be fed its required nutrients to ensure the body is kept healthy, and of course, there is a 'special' line in there so that she kept sedated for as we see fit." Abel smirked. "Any drugs we use have been assured not to have any lasting effects, so the baby should remain unharmed. Once we've finished prepping her, we'll begin the process of extracting material from the faetus. Much care will be taken so not to damage the baby for future prospects." The last sentence was rather dry, almost half hearted, with the fact he didn't care really, only for scientific purposes.

"Excellent, excellent," Heihachi said, a hand coming to brush a few of auburn locks from Miharu's pale face. He grinned evilly, his voice feigning love. "My sweet little, Miharu, such beauty and innocence. I should thank you, my sweet, for the future you are bringing to me. The great prospects of a new world, where I am its master. Yes, I should thank you, for handing the world to me on a silver platter."

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A/N: And so begins the battle to save Miharu, find out what will happen as Jin, Kazuya and Jun head for the Zaibatsu in the next chapter...