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 13
Xiaoyu sat, fingers itching as she sat in front of her computer. The irritation of being so far away and unable to help search for her friend has started getting to her since no news had come in, that was, until today, it was nothing that gave any real insight.
Rubi had sent her another e-mail with a newspaper clipping in:
'Miharu Hirano spotted outside Aomori? Small town in confusion to mysterious raid on local house. Same people as people before? One man found dead? Evidence that other men could have been killed?'
The whole article was filled with dribble. Going on with theories and teeny tiny interviews that were repetitive of the text.
"It's got to be Mishima Zaibatsu," Lei said. He'd sat, leaning over Xiaoyu's shoulder as he too read the very choppy article. "Things are being covered up… it's just not making any sense."
Xiaoyu shrugged. "I want to agree with you. I think Heihachi could have something to do with this. But, I'm just not sure, I don't want to say yes or no to anything yet."
Julia joined the pair, placing mugs of coffee for all on a side table, going to lean against Lei's back, wrapping her arms around him, her too joining the occupied group about the computer.
"Heihachi is a scheming bastard. I wouldn't be surprised in the least if he's using Miharu as some kind of bait or maybe even a lab rat." She growled at such a thought. "Oh, it makes me sick to my stomach! That man is one screwed up old fart!"
Lei rubbed his hand gently over her arm. "Whatever's happening, Miharu is a victim here, Mishima Zaibatsu or not. Something is going on below the surface, something the media world or us don't even know about. It's between Miharu and anyone else involved."
Xiaoyu slammed her fist against the edge of the keyboard. "I just wish I knew what was going on!"
Julia gave her a sympathetic look. "We all do, Xiao, we all do…"
The Chinese girl sighed, eyes closing. 'Oh Miharu, please be okay. Wherever you are…'
..........
Just over a day after the attack, Jin, Kazuya and Jun had left Aomori and flown to Tokyo, towards the main headquarters of Mishima Zaibatsu. And Heihachi's protected stomping ground.
Kazuya had the phone calls they needed, speaking in code lingo, arranging when and where he wanted things. That's how they'd got a private jet out to Tokyo.
They'd pretty much cleaned up the mess in Hoshi's house, disposing of the dead Tekkenshu. Of course, they didn't want the media in on this - not right now. They didn't want they're plans ruining by upped security to keep out the press.
With a little outside help, they'd pretty much cleared some of the scene, the only remaining body was Hoshi's, but they'd left him to at least throw the Media off for now. Seemed rather cruel not to give him a burial, but Kazuya had thought it had been enough to get him killed then deny him the chance for all the real friends and his son to give him the funeral he deserved. He deserved to go out in style and not in some backyard burial that they could only provide at that time.
Kazuya had been slightly bothered about getting Hoshi killed. He was a man well known for being cold hearted, not caring for anyone else, but when this man had brought him back to life, helped him rehabilitate, it hurt to know he was gone because of him, the friend he'd only recently made.
'One life for another,' a little voice in the back of his mind said. 'Nobody can play God.'
Jun sensed his unsettlement, but said nothing. She did not want to interfere with his emotional state. He had to deal with that himself. Right now her focus was on Jin, who'd recovered in the time given, but was edgy, agitated… ready to tear into anything that in the least teased his anger. She softly placed a hand on his, and he snapped to look at her. When he saw those soft, soothing eyes, he seemed to calm slightly. No words past between them but it was obvious Jun was telling him that it would be okay, all working together to save Miharu and stop Heihachi once and for all.
When they arrived, they took a readied rental car and drove to the Zaibatsu. It wasn't a long drive from where the jet had touched down - they came to stop short of the first perimeter markings of Mishima property.
Kazuya killed the engine. "Now, we wait."
"Wait? Wait for what?" Jin inquired, voice a little testy.
"You'll see," the older man simply said.
Jin's eye twitched in anger. "What is it? Tell me! I'm fed up of game. I just want to know!"
"Keep your voice down," Kazuya hissed.
"Jin, please, calm," Jun insisted, hand touching his shoulder. "She's alive, I feel her spirit within me. We go when its time."
"I'm just fed up with his crap! I don't see why…"
BEEP-BEEP
There was silence. Kazuya lifted a pager from his pocket, looking at the message on the little screen.
He smiled. "Alright, lets go."
Jin lost argumentative tendencies in an instant as they all left the car. Kazuya was walking across the street and into a walkway beside the large Zaibatsu property fencing. A little unsure, Jun and Jin followed, eyes cautious to the open yard behind the fence, only spying movement within now and again in the distance.
At the bottom of the walk looked to be a dead end, though there was a door there. No handles on the outside and made of thick iron. Kazuya came to stand by it and knocked twice and waited. Seconds later, the door opened and a burly man peered through, nodding at Kazuya and putting his back to the door.
"Come on," the man beckoned them and the three entered, though the Kazama pair were still not at ease but trusted Kazuya that they wouldn't get killed straight off.
They were in a small storage room, stocked with old office furniture. Lighting came from small dull bulbs; many out and never changed. Jin involuntarily jumped when he heard the door slam. The man checked the iron structure, pushing to make sure it was tight shut before passing Jin and Jun to stand by Kazuya.
"This is Toru, a mole I have tucked away in the Mishima Zaibatsu," Kazuya introduced.
Toru was tall, well built with every part stocky and not an inch of fat on him. It was surprising as it looked as if he was in his mid-forties, but he was well conditioned with nicely tanned skin and hair not showing the early signs of receding. Jin and Jun nodded and said brief hellos.
"He is one the last few men who worked in Zaibatsu under me and transferred to Heihachi, though he's not loyal to my father's control," Kazuya finished and turned to Toru. "So, have you got us an entrance?"
"Tried to make your entrance as tight as possible," Toru said, his gruff voice sounding oh-so-smug. He lifted a brown covering back from over a chair and picked a small black remote up. He twiddled the item between his fingers as he held it up. "I reported in to the security that there was some disturbance on the east side of the complex - while we on the west will have it made so much easier for us. The security is mainly basing itself on the east side, though regular patrol teams will pass through on a regulation of ten to twelve minutes. This little baby in my hand is programmed to cause wave disruptions and will hit the right frequency to take out radios and any operating cameras within this part of the complex. We'll head straight for the back door into the main building when the next guard team pass through - that'll give us enough time to get straight in without detection."
Kazuya nodded, a smile forming. "Good. All is ready."
'I can't believe he is so easily trusting of this guy.' Jin's eyes narrowed as the thought of double cross lurched to mind.
'Trust him.' Jun looked and smiled at her son, who knew she could easily read his projected thoughts.
Kazuya glanced at the two then back to Toru, who'd opened the small door opposing to the one they'd entered through, leaving it on a very small gap to peer out. Half lent, he keep looking between both his watch and the area through the gap.
The group waited in anticipation. It seemed like forever that they were stood there, holding their breaths in the unnerving quiet.
Then, a break through…
Two guards walked, torches whispering in the dark. Toru made the door look closed without actually shutting it to. Torchlight glanced off the metal surface without consideration. Seconds later, the light was gone and the two men had left the scene.
"Right," Toru whispered, pushing the door open on a much bigger gap and aiming out with his remote. Flicking two red buttons on top, there was a little blip and he waited, watching the closest camera.
Suddenly, the little red recording light on the bottom went off, much to his satisfaction.
"Come on, here's our chance," he said, pushing the door open and jogging out, not going to fast so that the others could keep up in following him.
Kazuya trailed out quickly, followed by Jun and then Jin who closed the door.
Unknown to the group, one camera of the many gone down, slowly flickered back to life. It watched them run towards the door that led into the complex.
Toru jammed in his security card and tapped his digit access code into the little panel. A green light pinged and the seal on the door clanked, the metal barrier swinging open.
A cold, grey walled corridor greeted them. Kazuya remember this part well. They had started in a good place, quite close to the laboratories, that weren't even a few lengths away.
"Miharu would be in the main lab if I'm not mistaken," Kazuya said his entourage. "Abel will have run of this operation I'm sure of it."
"Yes, I think so," Toru said. "I didn't get too much information about it as I'm not allowed access into lab areas or to find out through my computer terminal. They'd easily find out if I was trying to break into the system without permission."
"Okay, so the labs first," Kazuya affirmed, as was about to turn when from the opposite direction, a small group of armed Tekkenshu appeared.
"Freeze!"
"Shit." Kazuya grabbed onto Jun's arm and bolted in the opposite direction, prompting the others to follow.
Gunfire roared with a bellow off the walls. Kazuya and Jun were clear to avoid it as he pulled her to safety around a corner. Jin was nearly grazed as he dove out the line of fire to join his parents. Unfortunately for Toru, he'd not been quick enough and took multiple shots to his back and head. He fell like a rock, unmoving as pool of blood began to form.
"Oh my," Jun breathed.
"Something must have gone wrong," Kazuya said, growling. "Damn Heihachi…"
"I knew it was too good to be true," Jin hissed, earning himself a harsh look from his father.
"Right, there's no time. You two, follow the markings on the walls to lead you to the lab before they start filtering his security through," Kazuya said.
"What about you?" Jun asked, obviously concerned for what he was planning to do.
Kazuya removed a handgun from under his shirt, smirking. "I'm going to be dealing with these bastards. And finding my asshole father." He gave Jun a quick kiss on the lips and pushed her towards Jin. "Now go, no questions, no arguing. Save Miharu!"
There was no hesitation as Jin nodded, taking his mother's arm to tell her to come. She did promptly as they ran on down into the mass of silver walled corridors. The beginning of what felt like a maze.
Kazuya could hear the group coming - running towards his position. Guns and armour clattered as feet pounded in his direction. With one assuring breath and gun in hand, he leapt out, taking them by surprise.
"Pitiful!" And he opened fire.
He'd faced armed Tekkenshu before. They were nothing to him. And thus began the slaughter path on the way up to Heihachi.
..........
Jun panted, trying her best to keep up with her frantic son, who was taking each corridor they turned into with unbelievable stride and unwavering. She knew she couldn't lag as somewhere close, just a little away, armed Tekkenshu were looking for them; hunting them out.
'She has to be somewhere,' she thought, eyes half closing as she followed Jin without having to really think or look which way her body was running. 'Miharu, please, I know you're here. Reach out to me. Tell me where you are.'
She used her bestowed power from Angel to spiritually reach out, invisible hands casting through the compound - tearing through every confined space. She could sense an area that seemed to be a lap - she had the shape of the room and the equipment like a sketch drawing in her head. And then it stopped, the bells of success ringing in the back of her mind as she could sense her, almost see her there.
Jun ground to a stop at an intersection. "JIN!"
He stopped instantly, half taken off down a corridor. He turned back, looking to his mother who was turned towards the opposite corridor.
"Just down here, I feel her," Jun said, beginning to run, hearing her son keeping close pace behind her.
Finally, their search was over. A silver-blue metallic double-door lay ahead. Behind it was Miharu.
..........
Kazuya had plow through group after group of Heihachi's 'best' armed guard - guns had fired, knives slashed out, attempting to incapacitate him, but he was much stronger, much faster then they could have imagined. So much better then before, now that he was the true one in control to harness the powers he needed. He may not have had the complete power, but it was enough. So much within him that he was rocketing, a mere mortal couldn't match bursting with energy that he displayed.
The complex hadn't changed that much since he'd been in control, though it had been over twenty years. The floor plan was near enough the same and Kazuya easily knew which way he was going, even where to avoid. Taking short cuts to bypass most of the Tekkenshu, though even when they caught up with him, he was glad to intercept with unrelenting force, leaving bloody and battered bodies in his wake, walking over them like a carpet, heading towards his goal.
He'd ascended the main stairwell with great speed. So many steps before him, but each was a step closer to his father, the one who'd caused so much grievance in his life.
"I'm coming to get you, for everything you've done," Kazuya hissed, barging through the doors onto the top level.
The plush corridor of red and gold, soft carpeting floor that lined the executive offices of the top floor greeted him. He strode, not as to run, or to look desperate. Never in his life did he want to look pathetic just to run in there like an obsessed maniac - he'd look weak, after coming so far.
There were the cherry oak polish doors with Heihachi's named scribed in gold plating - the sickening sign of dominance that Kazuya had to hold back from spitting on.
Half a dozen men in shades in very sharp-creased suits appeared brandishing semi-automatics at hand.
"You go no further now," the central one spoke, gun aimed direct at Kazuya's chest.
"Move or die," the Japanese man hissed at the block-aid.
"You move…" His gun clicked off safety. "And you die, Mr. Mishima."
Kazuya's eyes narrowed, ready to charge in a split second.
"No, stop there." A voice bellowed from within the office. Kazuya's teeth gritted in hearing that voice.
The group didn't take their eyes of Kazuya; guns still poised, but listened to their boss's request.
"Let him through," Heihachi Mishima boldly said. "I shall face my son."
"Sir?"
"DO IT!" He roared at the confused guard who sunk off to the sides, not letting the barrels of their guns turn down from Kazuya as he strode past, thrusting open the two large doors.
His eyes never left Heihachi's as they locked from the other side of the room. The old man sneered pompously as his son entered the room; the doors banging shut behind him.
There was no turning back now.
"Welcome, my son," Heihachi said with the most loveless acknowledgement imaginable.
"You…" Kazuya seethed. "It ends tonight."
"Yes, I agree, it will end tonight." The elder Mishima rose, coming to stand in front of his plush desk. "I know you'd come for the girl. She awaits just a little bit too far out of reach."
"Jin will tear through anything you put between him and Miharu, be warned about that," Kazuya snapped. "Your little experiment will come to nought."
"Oh, is that so," Heihachi said, bursting into a fit of laughter, cruel and mocking. Kazuya was furious, fingers digging into the palm of his hand, the one holding the gun almost crushing the very handle.
"Laugh now, old man, but I will truly be the one to have the last laugh," Kazuya foretold, assured of the outcome.
Heihachi's laughter subsided, but the smirk remained engraved. "We shall see, oh yes, we shall see."
Kazuya tossed the gun aside, his hold body burning we the need to see blood between them.
"Come on, Kazuya," Heihachi mocked, hands beckoning him. "Come and get me!"
A split second wasn't even wasted. A roar of anger filled the room as Kazuya charged at his father, fists flying.
..........
There was a sharp bang and the doors to the lab burst open, almost thrown off the hinges. Having shattered the electronic lock, Jin gained access for both himself and his mother into the expansive white lab, machines from wall to wall, dominating up to the ceiling. Little blinking lights seemed to tease them with their mysteries of all the unknown equipment the Zaibatsu possessed.
"Such technology," Jun said, her head shaking. "And all used in such a selfish manor."
Jin stalked along the small passage lined with machines and pushed on a single door, which hissed as if the room was pressurised behind it. They stepped in to a much less cluttered part of the lab - the main chamber - white wash, everything clean from head to toe.
In the back of his mind, Jin has envisioned some kind of horrible dungeon chamber with blood smears on the wall, but that was just a fantasy to surreal futuristic type setting.
Jun's attention had been caught elsewhere as she came to a glass panel, separating herself from a secured room, with cages lined dead central with small animals locked up - rabbits, rats, guinea pigs… all wired up, connected to panels and to pumps which mostly likely had some prototype sedatives inside.
The woman was horrified, hand covering her mouth. What a world she had just come back into and this is what she saw - cruelty without consideration of life.
"I can't believe it," she said, sickened. "The Zaibatsu and its operations are nothing but an abomination!"
Those sad eyes reached to her, peering out fearful to her presence beyond the glass. Her fingers touched the cold surface and she gave a warm smile, reaching out to them with a hopeful spirit.
"I promise I'll see you free," she murmured.
"MIHARU!"
Jun snapped around, eyes searching for where her son was, but he wasn't there in sight and she ran from the glass, sad to leave the helpless animals but needing to see where Jin was, and hopefully with him, Miharu.
She came from the corner into a new part of the lab and Jin was stood there, pressed to the glass over a panel. She joined him looking inside to see Miharu, lying comatose within what appeared to be rounded chamber.
Jin's eyes glittered with joy, yet sorrow for how his lover's condition appeared.
"There must be some way to release her. We need to get inside the room," Jun said, looking over the panel. She walked along the length of it, stopping to check upright cabinets as well.
Jin's eyes followed along the white front of the panel, looking at each button with confusion.
'Damn, why make this so complicated?' His mind went over with agitation.
He'd almost lost hope, not forward enough to start pressing buttons just in case it caused Miharu harm. Though, his dark eyes suddenly felt drawn to a bigger red button at the top with 'seal lock' under it.
Praying to the heavens to watch over them, he pressed it, and much to his joy, the door open, the room filtering out the pure oxygen that had been in the room.
"Mother, we can get in," he said.
Jun turned around to answer, but instead a sharp scream came out as a bullet hit her straight in the shoulder. She collapsed backwards, clasping to the injury.
Jin snapped around, see the perpetrator as none other then Dr. Abel, who was smirking cruelly behind the weapon.
"I don't like people breaking into my lab," he said, his voice dragging with a sarcastic nature. "My beautiful precious lab, infected by such vile bacteria." His gun wavered, aiming at Jin's head as the boy threatened to advance on him. "Oh, I wouldn't move if I were you. Do so, and you'll die, and so will the girl and your mother. This whole lab will go up, and there will be nothing left but a smouldering mess. Wouldn't that be a tragedy?" In his free hand, a small box, which looked like a detonator was wiggled to show.
"You're insane," Jin growled. "You'd lose everything."
"We have what we need, so she's disposable since she's not really that critical for anymore experimentation," Abel said and laughed. "It's over, my friend. Well and truly over."
..........
A/N: And so it continues. What will happen between Jin and Abel? And will Kazuya defeat Heihachi? Find out soon.
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 13
Xiaoyu sat, fingers itching as she sat in front of her computer. The irritation of being so far away and unable to help search for her friend has started getting to her since no news had come in, that was, until today, it was nothing that gave any real insight.
Rubi had sent her another e-mail with a newspaper clipping in:
'Miharu Hirano spotted outside Aomori? Small town in confusion to mysterious raid on local house. Same people as people before? One man found dead? Evidence that other men could have been killed?'
The whole article was filled with dribble. Going on with theories and teeny tiny interviews that were repetitive of the text.
"It's got to be Mishima Zaibatsu," Lei said. He'd sat, leaning over Xiaoyu's shoulder as he too read the very choppy article. "Things are being covered up… it's just not making any sense."
Xiaoyu shrugged. "I want to agree with you. I think Heihachi could have something to do with this. But, I'm just not sure, I don't want to say yes or no to anything yet."
Julia joined the pair, placing mugs of coffee for all on a side table, going to lean against Lei's back, wrapping her arms around him, her too joining the occupied group about the computer.
"Heihachi is a scheming bastard. I wouldn't be surprised in the least if he's using Miharu as some kind of bait or maybe even a lab rat." She growled at such a thought. "Oh, it makes me sick to my stomach! That man is one screwed up old fart!"
Lei rubbed his hand gently over her arm. "Whatever's happening, Miharu is a victim here, Mishima Zaibatsu or not. Something is going on below the surface, something the media world or us don't even know about. It's between Miharu and anyone else involved."
Xiaoyu slammed her fist against the edge of the keyboard. "I just wish I knew what was going on!"
Julia gave her a sympathetic look. "We all do, Xiao, we all do…"
The Chinese girl sighed, eyes closing. 'Oh Miharu, please be okay. Wherever you are…'
..........
Just over a day after the attack, Jin, Kazuya and Jun had left Aomori and flown to Tokyo, towards the main headquarters of Mishima Zaibatsu. And Heihachi's protected stomping ground.
Kazuya had the phone calls they needed, speaking in code lingo, arranging when and where he wanted things. That's how they'd got a private jet out to Tokyo.
They'd pretty much cleaned up the mess in Hoshi's house, disposing of the dead Tekkenshu. Of course, they didn't want the media in on this - not right now. They didn't want they're plans ruining by upped security to keep out the press.
With a little outside help, they'd pretty much cleared some of the scene, the only remaining body was Hoshi's, but they'd left him to at least throw the Media off for now. Seemed rather cruel not to give him a burial, but Kazuya had thought it had been enough to get him killed then deny him the chance for all the real friends and his son to give him the funeral he deserved. He deserved to go out in style and not in some backyard burial that they could only provide at that time.
Kazuya had been slightly bothered about getting Hoshi killed. He was a man well known for being cold hearted, not caring for anyone else, but when this man had brought him back to life, helped him rehabilitate, it hurt to know he was gone because of him, the friend he'd only recently made.
'One life for another,' a little voice in the back of his mind said. 'Nobody can play God.'
Jun sensed his unsettlement, but said nothing. She did not want to interfere with his emotional state. He had to deal with that himself. Right now her focus was on Jin, who'd recovered in the time given, but was edgy, agitated… ready to tear into anything that in the least teased his anger. She softly placed a hand on his, and he snapped to look at her. When he saw those soft, soothing eyes, he seemed to calm slightly. No words past between them but it was obvious Jun was telling him that it would be okay, all working together to save Miharu and stop Heihachi once and for all.
When they arrived, they took a readied rental car and drove to the Zaibatsu. It wasn't a long drive from where the jet had touched down - they came to stop short of the first perimeter markings of Mishima property.
Kazuya killed the engine. "Now, we wait."
"Wait? Wait for what?" Jin inquired, voice a little testy.
"You'll see," the older man simply said.
Jin's eye twitched in anger. "What is it? Tell me! I'm fed up of game. I just want to know!"
"Keep your voice down," Kazuya hissed.
"Jin, please, calm," Jun insisted, hand touching his shoulder. "She's alive, I feel her spirit within me. We go when its time."
"I'm just fed up with his crap! I don't see why…"
BEEP-BEEP
There was silence. Kazuya lifted a pager from his pocket, looking at the message on the little screen.
He smiled. "Alright, lets go."
Jin lost argumentative tendencies in an instant as they all left the car. Kazuya was walking across the street and into a walkway beside the large Zaibatsu property fencing. A little unsure, Jun and Jin followed, eyes cautious to the open yard behind the fence, only spying movement within now and again in the distance.
At the bottom of the walk looked to be a dead end, though there was a door there. No handles on the outside and made of thick iron. Kazuya came to stand by it and knocked twice and waited. Seconds later, the door opened and a burly man peered through, nodding at Kazuya and putting his back to the door.
"Come on," the man beckoned them and the three entered, though the Kazama pair were still not at ease but trusted Kazuya that they wouldn't get killed straight off.
They were in a small storage room, stocked with old office furniture. Lighting came from small dull bulbs; many out and never changed. Jin involuntarily jumped when he heard the door slam. The man checked the iron structure, pushing to make sure it was tight shut before passing Jin and Jun to stand by Kazuya.
"This is Toru, a mole I have tucked away in the Mishima Zaibatsu," Kazuya introduced.
Toru was tall, well built with every part stocky and not an inch of fat on him. It was surprising as it looked as if he was in his mid-forties, but he was well conditioned with nicely tanned skin and hair not showing the early signs of receding. Jin and Jun nodded and said brief hellos.
"He is one the last few men who worked in Zaibatsu under me and transferred to Heihachi, though he's not loyal to my father's control," Kazuya finished and turned to Toru. "So, have you got us an entrance?"
"Tried to make your entrance as tight as possible," Toru said, his gruff voice sounding oh-so-smug. He lifted a brown covering back from over a chair and picked a small black remote up. He twiddled the item between his fingers as he held it up. "I reported in to the security that there was some disturbance on the east side of the complex - while we on the west will have it made so much easier for us. The security is mainly basing itself on the east side, though regular patrol teams will pass through on a regulation of ten to twelve minutes. This little baby in my hand is programmed to cause wave disruptions and will hit the right frequency to take out radios and any operating cameras within this part of the complex. We'll head straight for the back door into the main building when the next guard team pass through - that'll give us enough time to get straight in without detection."
Kazuya nodded, a smile forming. "Good. All is ready."
'I can't believe he is so easily trusting of this guy.' Jin's eyes narrowed as the thought of double cross lurched to mind.
'Trust him.' Jun looked and smiled at her son, who knew she could easily read his projected thoughts.
Kazuya glanced at the two then back to Toru, who'd opened the small door opposing to the one they'd entered through, leaving it on a very small gap to peer out. Half lent, he keep looking between both his watch and the area through the gap.
The group waited in anticipation. It seemed like forever that they were stood there, holding their breaths in the unnerving quiet.
Then, a break through…
Two guards walked, torches whispering in the dark. Toru made the door look closed without actually shutting it to. Torchlight glanced off the metal surface without consideration. Seconds later, the light was gone and the two men had left the scene.
"Right," Toru whispered, pushing the door open on a much bigger gap and aiming out with his remote. Flicking two red buttons on top, there was a little blip and he waited, watching the closest camera.
Suddenly, the little red recording light on the bottom went off, much to his satisfaction.
"Come on, here's our chance," he said, pushing the door open and jogging out, not going to fast so that the others could keep up in following him.
Kazuya trailed out quickly, followed by Jun and then Jin who closed the door.
Unknown to the group, one camera of the many gone down, slowly flickered back to life. It watched them run towards the door that led into the complex.
Toru jammed in his security card and tapped his digit access code into the little panel. A green light pinged and the seal on the door clanked, the metal barrier swinging open.
A cold, grey walled corridor greeted them. Kazuya remember this part well. They had started in a good place, quite close to the laboratories, that weren't even a few lengths away.
"Miharu would be in the main lab if I'm not mistaken," Kazuya said his entourage. "Abel will have run of this operation I'm sure of it."
"Yes, I think so," Toru said. "I didn't get too much information about it as I'm not allowed access into lab areas or to find out through my computer terminal. They'd easily find out if I was trying to break into the system without permission."
"Okay, so the labs first," Kazuya affirmed, as was about to turn when from the opposite direction, a small group of armed Tekkenshu appeared.
"Freeze!"
"Shit." Kazuya grabbed onto Jun's arm and bolted in the opposite direction, prompting the others to follow.
Gunfire roared with a bellow off the walls. Kazuya and Jun were clear to avoid it as he pulled her to safety around a corner. Jin was nearly grazed as he dove out the line of fire to join his parents. Unfortunately for Toru, he'd not been quick enough and took multiple shots to his back and head. He fell like a rock, unmoving as pool of blood began to form.
"Oh my," Jun breathed.
"Something must have gone wrong," Kazuya said, growling. "Damn Heihachi…"
"I knew it was too good to be true," Jin hissed, earning himself a harsh look from his father.
"Right, there's no time. You two, follow the markings on the walls to lead you to the lab before they start filtering his security through," Kazuya said.
"What about you?" Jun asked, obviously concerned for what he was planning to do.
Kazuya removed a handgun from under his shirt, smirking. "I'm going to be dealing with these bastards. And finding my asshole father." He gave Jun a quick kiss on the lips and pushed her towards Jin. "Now go, no questions, no arguing. Save Miharu!"
There was no hesitation as Jin nodded, taking his mother's arm to tell her to come. She did promptly as they ran on down into the mass of silver walled corridors. The beginning of what felt like a maze.
Kazuya could hear the group coming - running towards his position. Guns and armour clattered as feet pounded in his direction. With one assuring breath and gun in hand, he leapt out, taking them by surprise.
"Pitiful!" And he opened fire.
He'd faced armed Tekkenshu before. They were nothing to him. And thus began the slaughter path on the way up to Heihachi.
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Jun panted, trying her best to keep up with her frantic son, who was taking each corridor they turned into with unbelievable stride and unwavering. She knew she couldn't lag as somewhere close, just a little away, armed Tekkenshu were looking for them; hunting them out.
'She has to be somewhere,' she thought, eyes half closing as she followed Jin without having to really think or look which way her body was running. 'Miharu, please, I know you're here. Reach out to me. Tell me where you are.'
She used her bestowed power from Angel to spiritually reach out, invisible hands casting through the compound - tearing through every confined space. She could sense an area that seemed to be a lap - she had the shape of the room and the equipment like a sketch drawing in her head. And then it stopped, the bells of success ringing in the back of her mind as she could sense her, almost see her there.
Jun ground to a stop at an intersection. "JIN!"
He stopped instantly, half taken off down a corridor. He turned back, looking to his mother who was turned towards the opposite corridor.
"Just down here, I feel her," Jun said, beginning to run, hearing her son keeping close pace behind her.
Finally, their search was over. A silver-blue metallic double-door lay ahead. Behind it was Miharu.
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Kazuya had plow through group after group of Heihachi's 'best' armed guard - guns had fired, knives slashed out, attempting to incapacitate him, but he was much stronger, much faster then they could have imagined. So much better then before, now that he was the true one in control to harness the powers he needed. He may not have had the complete power, but it was enough. So much within him that he was rocketing, a mere mortal couldn't match bursting with energy that he displayed.
The complex hadn't changed that much since he'd been in control, though it had been over twenty years. The floor plan was near enough the same and Kazuya easily knew which way he was going, even where to avoid. Taking short cuts to bypass most of the Tekkenshu, though even when they caught up with him, he was glad to intercept with unrelenting force, leaving bloody and battered bodies in his wake, walking over them like a carpet, heading towards his goal.
He'd ascended the main stairwell with great speed. So many steps before him, but each was a step closer to his father, the one who'd caused so much grievance in his life.
"I'm coming to get you, for everything you've done," Kazuya hissed, barging through the doors onto the top level.
The plush corridor of red and gold, soft carpeting floor that lined the executive offices of the top floor greeted him. He strode, not as to run, or to look desperate. Never in his life did he want to look pathetic just to run in there like an obsessed maniac - he'd look weak, after coming so far.
There were the cherry oak polish doors with Heihachi's named scribed in gold plating - the sickening sign of dominance that Kazuya had to hold back from spitting on.
Half a dozen men in shades in very sharp-creased suits appeared brandishing semi-automatics at hand.
"You go no further now," the central one spoke, gun aimed direct at Kazuya's chest.
"Move or die," the Japanese man hissed at the block-aid.
"You move…" His gun clicked off safety. "And you die, Mr. Mishima."
Kazuya's eyes narrowed, ready to charge in a split second.
"No, stop there." A voice bellowed from within the office. Kazuya's teeth gritted in hearing that voice.
The group didn't take their eyes of Kazuya; guns still poised, but listened to their boss's request.
"Let him through," Heihachi Mishima boldly said. "I shall face my son."
"Sir?"
"DO IT!" He roared at the confused guard who sunk off to the sides, not letting the barrels of their guns turn down from Kazuya as he strode past, thrusting open the two large doors.
His eyes never left Heihachi's as they locked from the other side of the room. The old man sneered pompously as his son entered the room; the doors banging shut behind him.
There was no turning back now.
"Welcome, my son," Heihachi said with the most loveless acknowledgement imaginable.
"You…" Kazuya seethed. "It ends tonight."
"Yes, I agree, it will end tonight." The elder Mishima rose, coming to stand in front of his plush desk. "I know you'd come for the girl. She awaits just a little bit too far out of reach."
"Jin will tear through anything you put between him and Miharu, be warned about that," Kazuya snapped. "Your little experiment will come to nought."
"Oh, is that so," Heihachi said, bursting into a fit of laughter, cruel and mocking. Kazuya was furious, fingers digging into the palm of his hand, the one holding the gun almost crushing the very handle.
"Laugh now, old man, but I will truly be the one to have the last laugh," Kazuya foretold, assured of the outcome.
Heihachi's laughter subsided, but the smirk remained engraved. "We shall see, oh yes, we shall see."
Kazuya tossed the gun aside, his hold body burning we the need to see blood between them.
"Come on, Kazuya," Heihachi mocked, hands beckoning him. "Come and get me!"
A split second wasn't even wasted. A roar of anger filled the room as Kazuya charged at his father, fists flying.
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There was a sharp bang and the doors to the lab burst open, almost thrown off the hinges. Having shattered the electronic lock, Jin gained access for both himself and his mother into the expansive white lab, machines from wall to wall, dominating up to the ceiling. Little blinking lights seemed to tease them with their mysteries of all the unknown equipment the Zaibatsu possessed.
"Such technology," Jun said, her head shaking. "And all used in such a selfish manor."
Jin stalked along the small passage lined with machines and pushed on a single door, which hissed as if the room was pressurised behind it. They stepped in to a much less cluttered part of the lab - the main chamber - white wash, everything clean from head to toe.
In the back of his mind, Jin has envisioned some kind of horrible dungeon chamber with blood smears on the wall, but that was just a fantasy to surreal futuristic type setting.
Jun's attention had been caught elsewhere as she came to a glass panel, separating herself from a secured room, with cages lined dead central with small animals locked up - rabbits, rats, guinea pigs… all wired up, connected to panels and to pumps which mostly likely had some prototype sedatives inside.
The woman was horrified, hand covering her mouth. What a world she had just come back into and this is what she saw - cruelty without consideration of life.
"I can't believe it," she said, sickened. "The Zaibatsu and its operations are nothing but an abomination!"
Those sad eyes reached to her, peering out fearful to her presence beyond the glass. Her fingers touched the cold surface and she gave a warm smile, reaching out to them with a hopeful spirit.
"I promise I'll see you free," she murmured.
"MIHARU!"
Jun snapped around, eyes searching for where her son was, but he wasn't there in sight and she ran from the glass, sad to leave the helpless animals but needing to see where Jin was, and hopefully with him, Miharu.
She came from the corner into a new part of the lab and Jin was stood there, pressed to the glass over a panel. She joined him looking inside to see Miharu, lying comatose within what appeared to be rounded chamber.
Jin's eyes glittered with joy, yet sorrow for how his lover's condition appeared.
"There must be some way to release her. We need to get inside the room," Jun said, looking over the panel. She walked along the length of it, stopping to check upright cabinets as well.
Jin's eyes followed along the white front of the panel, looking at each button with confusion.
'Damn, why make this so complicated?' His mind went over with agitation.
He'd almost lost hope, not forward enough to start pressing buttons just in case it caused Miharu harm. Though, his dark eyes suddenly felt drawn to a bigger red button at the top with 'seal lock' under it.
Praying to the heavens to watch over them, he pressed it, and much to his joy, the door open, the room filtering out the pure oxygen that had been in the room.
"Mother, we can get in," he said.
Jun turned around to answer, but instead a sharp scream came out as a bullet hit her straight in the shoulder. She collapsed backwards, clasping to the injury.
Jin snapped around, see the perpetrator as none other then Dr. Abel, who was smirking cruelly behind the weapon.
"I don't like people breaking into my lab," he said, his voice dragging with a sarcastic nature. "My beautiful precious lab, infected by such vile bacteria." His gun wavered, aiming at Jin's head as the boy threatened to advance on him. "Oh, I wouldn't move if I were you. Do so, and you'll die, and so will the girl and your mother. This whole lab will go up, and there will be nothing left but a smouldering mess. Wouldn't that be a tragedy?" In his free hand, a small box, which looked like a detonator was wiggled to show.
"You're insane," Jin growled. "You'd lose everything."
"We have what we need, so she's disposable since she's not really that critical for anymore experimentation," Abel said and laughed. "It's over, my friend. Well and truly over."
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A/N: And so it continues. What will happen between Jin and Abel? And will Kazuya defeat Heihachi? Find out soon.