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.
Epilogue
It was finally over. Heihachi was well and truly dead.
Kazuya finally got his hands on the Mishima Zaibatsu once more. Though, his taking the reigns of the business this time around wasn't as harsh as before.
The incident at Mishima Zaibatsu was hushed up. The media had a field day trying to learn the little secrets behind the explosion and how Kazuya suddenly came into power so suddenly after Heihachi's death. There were a few in the press who knew that the father and son relationship had been next to none.
Nothing was leaked, besides the news of the gas pipe bursting. Something simple as this felt too ironic, but the media swallowed it up, when hired experts where showing drawn out charts and having very well calculated statements.
Meanwhile in the background, most of Heihachi's security officials who'd survived that night 'mysteriously' disappeared. There needed to be insurance on Kazuya's position and that no information got outside the net he'd closed on the situation. He just wanted closure with the need to start again.
And this time, he'd do it with Jun at his side. He'd get this right this time around.
And as for Jin and Miharu - It was back to simple everyday life for them.
Newspapers across the Aomori region all the way to Tokyo printed front page of the safe return of Miharu Hirano. It was all blamed on Heihachi, more so then just placing it on the Mishima Zaibatsu name. Miharu stuck to the same incoherent story of just being targeted along with other girls in some sick game, though, she never did say who these other 'girls' were. She assured that they'd been with Mishima Zaibatsu before being targeted and were originally there at their own free will. (It was to stop the police running on a wild goose chase of 'girls' who didn't exist in the first place.)
Returning to Hirosaki, the press only hounded her for a few weeks before she became old news - the story to take her place was contaminated pork tins.
'Well, at least its something to keep them away and bothering someone else,' she thought.
Through the whole thing, she was glad she'd kept Jin close. His presence alone was enough to scare off some more impulsive journalists. He'd been like a rock, never giving away the truth behind the whole episode. Who'd have believed it anyway? It was a secret that would never again be spoke about.
When there was finally a calm, Miharu returned to University and picked up where she left off, though there was plenty of cramming to do, and not much time left till the exams. And then after that, she'd have to take maternity leave. It was best decided that she'd take a year out.
She hoped the baby was going to be okay - after the stresses that had been put on her, tragedy could have sprung, but luckily, with regular visits to the Doctors, her condition was said to be well. But this prognosis could only be assured if she rested well, so most of her original working hours was cut and she spent a lot of time studying at home rather then at the University.
Kyasha and Rubi were overjoyed with Miharu's return. It was tears all round now that the notion of never seeing each other again was shattered. And much more so with Xiaoyu, who'd not stopped bugging her when she'd got a phone call from her friend. It had almost been unbelievable to the Chinese girl.
"An Angel has been smiling on you," Xiaoyu had said.
"Yes, there has." Such irony for Miharu as she thought of the ever caring Jun Kazama. What irony indeed.
During a week break, Miharu was surprised that Xiaoyu, Lei and Julia had come back to Japan to see her as well as take some much-needed time off from their everyday routines.
When Xiaoyu first saw her friend, she gasped. "Wow, you're getting fat!"
Thankfully, it was all taken in good cheer.
Miharu sat on the balcony, staring out across the city. Little lights flickered like stars on tall dark buildings, falling into shadow as the sun disappeared over the horizon. The orange glow was slowly being replaced by shimmering azure.
She clung to her fluffy white robe, covering her nude form as she perched on the edge of the plastic garden chair. Most of the furniture was cheap things sent by her father and Hanii to replace what had been massacred. It didn't look much compared to her old set up but they were only possessions, which in the long run never really mattered. It was a human life that counted more.
It was nice just to be absorbed in the peace and quiet with a clear mind. It had taken some time to be able to abandon the memories of that fateful night, but she took it at a slow pace, letting her mind focus on the ideas of the future instead of the horrors that she'd once faced.
The brush on her shoulder made her jump slightly as Jin came to take up a seat beside her. He was clad only in a pair of sweat pants and a thin cotton robe that looked rather small on his muscular form.
"I thought you were getting an early night?" He asked.
She gave him a small smile, eyes wandering back to the sun, which was nearly completely set. "Need to think before I go to bed, rather then lying there and conjuring up things I don't want to think about before I go to sleep."
"Worried about nightmares?" He intently queried. He leaned carefully forward in that instance to brush auburn tresses from her eyes.
She sighed. "Maybe a little, but I'm just trying to get over it. If I just let myself slowly accept that there is only peace then there will be no more thoughts on the horror of the past."
"Not all things of the past are bad," he said.
She rose her eyebrows to him then. "I'm surprised you of all people would say that."
He snorted, giving a half-hearted shrug. "I was meaning you rather then myself."
She did truly smile then. "Yes there are good things to remember. Like how I've got you now."
His eyes softened slightly to her expression. "Yeah that's a good thing…" A sigh slipped his lips then. "… But I feel guilty for being the cause of your troubles."
She huffed, carefully rising from her seat and instead going to settle herself into his lap. "I told you I'd stick with you and I am. I've faced the worst of it and I've seen into your darker side and yet I'm still around. You know I won't leave you."
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close so that he could softly kiss her cheek. "Thank you."
She settled into his lap, eyes trailing over his chest. How handsome he was and so tender. She had to be one of the luckiest girls to have him as her own. And in the not too distant future they'd be parents and she'd always have a little piece of him reflected with her child. A bit them both that would always be together in another existence.
Staring into the twilight, she pressed back on thoughts of the past and how'd they'd come to be. All her future thoughts pushed aside from the sudden burst of nostalgia.
"You know, it is good to linger on the past, for all the things that have come to lead us to this very moment," she muttered.
He closed his eyes, resting his cheek to her shoulder. "Hmm."
"I'm just thinking about how we got together," she said.
His eyes flickered open and met hers. "A little incident that came all the way to this."
She scoffed, trailing into laughter. "Little? I hardly think so! So much happened in that time that led up to us getting together. All those cold moments and suddenly having an ounce of affection for one and other."
"Some things I can hardly remember," Jin admitted. "I blocked out most of the time I was in my Grandfather's residence."
"If you're not too tired, I could always tell you about the exciting, or not so things that happened. I'm sure you'll remember then!"
"Oh? A bed time story!" His eyes glowed with humour.
She lightly slapped his arm. "Silly!"
"I do want to hear. It'll probably do us both good to hear about that time of our lives."
Her mind was clearing of all dark thoughts as those old memories came back, bringing a warm smile to her face. "Yeah..."
Miharu sat there and closed her eyes, the words of her story as she told, slipping from her lips in perfect recall of the events that had started it all over. She remembered herself as a sweet, young, and maybe even reckless sixteen year old girl, troubled by many things in life when she truly never needed to be. Her fond memories began on one day, the day that began the long journey, as she ran to school late again, words from her mother ringing in the back of her mind. Everything seemed to be something to be pushed aside, besides the mere pleasures in life, in which she herself never truly knew herself if it was pleasure or not. And her recall of love, which at that exact time was not a factor. For it was at the time in her life, when she was not the admirer... a time that would always relive itself without question...
A/N: And that is the end of the story. I want to thank everyone who took time to read the third of the 'Not the Admirer' series. There will not be a continuation after this story - I leave that to the imagination of the readers to decide for themselves what would happen to Miharu and Jin and of the child they'd have together.
There will be however a story that is going to branch off in accordance to Tekken 5 when it comes out. There will be come alternative chapters added to 'Love Worth Fighting For' which will lead a different path. So in one way or another, this timeline will not have anything to do with that story. It's like a 'What if?' scenario with two different views of what happened to Miharu and her relationship with Jin. That should all come about early/mid 2005.
For now, this story shall lead in a sense back to the first as Miharu relives those past days in her story recall...
Anyway, thanks again.