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 15

Having raced through half the Zaibatsu, practically lost in the maze of the private corridors, Jin finally navigated them towards the top floor where Heihachi's office was located. The lighting was dim as they entered the plush corridor, and not far off was the heavy sounds of thudding of bodily impacts and objects crashing about mercilessly, leaving an eerie echo bouncing off the walls.

Miharu cringed, gripping tighter to Jin. "They really are trying to kill each other."

"Yes, someone is going to die tonight," Jin said, hating to say it. Deep down, he had a guilty conscious, even for Heihachi, his own murderous grandfather. Though, even each one of them had just of equal chance of dying as well. Heihachi or his Tekkenshu wouldn't be taking prisoners this time around.

"Jin…"

"I promise that I won't let you die," he whispered to her.

Her eyes widened and she said nothing, just gave a half nod. The prospect had been at the back of her mind, but now, it was slightly more real.

Jun took the lead, pressing up to the corner of the corridor, looking round towards Heihachi's large office doors. Her head snapped back around, looking towards Jin.

"There are a few armed guard on the door," she whispered.

Jin nodded and knelt down, resting Miharu up against the wall. "I'll deal with them."

She gripped his arm. "Please, be careful."

He smiled and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before leaving her side. He watched around the corner for the movement on the men. With it certain that all their backs were turned, he rushed out at them.

Jun had gone to sit with Miharu, taking her hand. The younger girl had her eyes closed, ignoring the thunderous sound of the fight in the office and now the cries that were going on as Jin faced off with the small group at the doors.

"I never imagined this," Miharu said softly.

"I don't think even I could have dreamed up such a scenario in my day. In your place and at your age, I would have been doubting reality as well, but I've been through enough to know that anything is possible," Jun said.

Miharu nodded to that. "I just, well… When I said I'd give up my life to be with Jin, I didn't mean that I want them to come charging at me in forces. I thought I could handle anything, but this is well beyond what I thought was going on. I pity his situation."

"But you love him enough not to turn away?" Jun asked.

"I've come too far to turn back. If this doesn't prove I love him, with so much danger and heartache on the relationship, then nothing will."

"You're a fine young woman," Jun said proudly.

Miharu formed a little smile, which was soon gone when she heard a gun shot and Jin's cry. Her eyes widened, and she found herself crawling despite her weakened condition to see if he was all right. Jun was right by her side as they peered out into the main hallway.

The last standing suited man was shaking, obviously in pain by the look in his eyes as Jin had him held up, arm twisted in the most uncomfortable position above him. The gun was in that hand and with a nice squeeze on Jin's part and the weapon tumbled to the floor.

Miharu wasn't watching that though, she was staring at the blood following a small stream over his well-muscled arm.

'He's been shot!'

He didn't seem to be bothered by the pain, instead, focused his strength on slamming the man up against the wall. His head made a nasty thud and he simply went limp.

Jin released the annoying weight, turning towards his mother and lover. He rushed to them, seeing Miharu's distressed face.

"Are you alright?" He asked, hand cupping her pale cheek.

Still wide eyed, Miharu's hand hovered the bloody wound on his arm. "He shot you…"

"It's a scratch. Just missed," he assured her, helping her to her feet.

Jun nodded towards the door. "Come on."

Jin was about to say something about Miharu's presence, but the girl spoke up.

"Time is just something we don't have. Let's go, I'll be fine."

He couldn't argue, as she was the one beginning to pull him a long, having gathered enough strength to urge him a long slowly. Taking the hint, he took her arm, helping her towards his mother to hang onto her. Jin had a much more wanton job.

Practically bursting the doors off their hinges with a shattering punch.

Inside was a once stately office, now in shambles and in the middle were two nicely battered fighters. Kazuya and Heihachi were stood across the room from each other - the former by the door, which had just nearly smacked into his back and the latter, by his own desk.

Heihachi turned to look at the three new comers. "I see help has arrived for you."

"I don't need any help," Kazuya growled, eyes so sharp they could have cut the man in half.

"Kazuya?" Jun's worried voice broke between the two.

Heihachi's smile grew, a little surprised to see Jun Kazama in the flesh. "Well, well, well, now this is a surprise."

The Japanese woman looked fiercely upon the old man. "You monster!"

"Well, not the kind of greeting I'd have expected from you…"

"How dare you! Kidnapping an innocent young woman for your abominable experiments!" Jun shouted angrily.

"She is far from innocent when she's dealing with the spawn of the 'Devil'," Heihachi said, chuckling. Jin growled, with a flicker of red flashing over his eyes. He was stood protectively in front of Miharu, whom was using the half-shut doors for support. Kazuya had cast a quick and satisfied glance over towards her; glad they had her in their company, though this of all places wasn't the safest to keep her.

"How can a cruel heart like yours think he'll benefit this planet?" Jun questioned. "You can't play god, Heihachi Mishima. It's not your place! And I'm here to put a stop to your mindless quest, for it will lead you nowhere."

"Always seeking virtue, Jun Kazama. You never change, but this is one little quest you'll not succeed in stopping, for I'm afraid, its too late…"

"No, you haven't your little serum yet," Kazuya snapped. "There is still time."

A loud beep echoed and the old man smirked, stepping around his desk to press a button. A panel in the back wall opened and a small, silver case appeared.

"Ah, just at the right time," he said, taking the case and placing it on his desk. Flicking the latch, the top fell back and inside the cooled container was a needle, already with small container, filled with the prototype of the three-piece concoction. He lifted it out before them.

"You've not had time to test it," Kazuya said, an arrogant smirk appearing. "It could kill you - we hope anyway."

"Not human testing - a few minor laboratory tests, but the compound so far has proved to be very stable," he said, grin so deep it could have scarred.

"Whatever little serum you make, whatever you think will make you powerful, won't make you God," Jun said firmly. "It will destroy you, Heihachi, this bid for power. It will be your final fall."

"We shall see," he said, taking the cap of the sharp, glistening ended needle. "It's time for a new God to be born."

Jin stood his ground, eyes narrowing, while Miharu behind him dug her nails into the door, shaking uncontrollably.

'Is this it?' She wondered. 'What it's all been building up to?'

Kazuya and Jun looked at each other and were then moving at the same time. They couldn't just stand back and watch him complete his plans, but it was all too little too late, as the slight hesitation was all Heihachi needed to dig the needle into his skin and inject the contents into his blood stream.

A few steps from the desk, the pair stopped, watching and waiting.

Heihachi was laughing, throwing the empty needle onto the carpet in front of them.

Slamming a fist into his palm, his eyes crossed over the group. "Yes, I do believe I'm getting stronger. My you're all looking pathetically weak all of a sudden."

Kazuya's fists tensed. 'He won't win. No, I'll destroy my own body if that's what it takes to beat him…'

He laughed, flexing his fingers, feeling the new power tingling through his arms, working its way slowly around his body.

'Yes, it's working! All the power I've ever wanted, here and now. And the immortality, it's…' A pain struck his heart, searing as if his arteries were on fire. He yelled, gagging as the pain worsened. His hand snaked up, fingers racking at his chest. Leaning over onto his desk top, he tried to catch his breath, but his chest felt as if it was tightening, as if his lungs would just pop from the pressure.

"Something wrong, father?" Kazuya spat the words without love, a smile forming.

"Did I say you'd bring your own end?" Jun said softly, trying not to sympathise over the pained man.

"GAH! WHAT'S HAPPENING?" He bellowed, choking. His body began to shake, so bad it was almost spasmodic. It was then the visible changes began to happen - the tightening of his skin, which bubbled and began to split in places over his form, the golden colour beginning to fade into a duller grey-green.

Jun's eyes widened and she was backing away. "Lord, what IS happening?"

Kazuya merely took a step back. "Holy shit."

Heihachi was screaming - no, he was roaring, voice deepening into a base that was inhumanly possible. His form was being broken and stretched, breaking his usual height and weight, filling out as if liquid flesh and new bone was being pushed into him relentlessly. The sound of bone breaking and muscle twisting was practically surround-sound. The old man yelled out again, this time being drown away into the horrifying image of his face splitting and the new sounds of animalistic growls clawing through, as his face filled out into a very bone structured version that held similarities to True Ogre, but something more demonically monstrous.

Miharu's eyes widened. She wondered if breakfast from two days ago would come back to haunt her?

Large leathery wings burst through the stretchy skin, unfolding over the large beast. Ten times the size of what he'd originally been, Heihachi was definitely not human anymore. A hulking monster with touch plated skin, a lot made of bone still protruding. His arms were large dragging tree trunks with claws that could have cut trains into shreds with a single swipe. He was layered lightly on his rock like back with a slight bit of silver wiry hair - in compensated as most of him was either tough skin with pieces missing that had instead formed like a wood looking plating over. To describe most of the new being was like describing a horrific open wound.

The new Heihachi-creature mindlessly roared, the sound shaking the room.

"And I thought he couldn't get anymore ugly," Kazuya said.

"Oh my… how horrible!" Jun gaped horrified.

Kazuya didn't even look at her, instead his focus on his own change. His body crackled within a mist of electricity and demonic energy, absorbing his human form and changing him into the large purple, demon 'Devil' - though, this time, it was all Kazuya. The mind of the demon was dead - he was in control. Stretching his own wings into challenge, he smirked.

"Lets see how tough you are, old man…"

Jin was lost for words. The horrific transformation had knocked him back a step.

'What other horrors will the 'Devil Gene' cause?'

There was a thud behind him and Jin turned, seeing Miharu now sprawled on the carpet having fainted from shock.

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A/N: So Heihachi kind of got what he deserved for trying to play God - by turning into a mindless monster, but the question now is, can he be stopped? Find out in the next chapter.