Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken but if I did, I know I couldn't make Jin any cooler. XD
…………………….Traces of Him………………………
The fifth tournament finally ended. He might have emerged, as victor, but Jin felt nothing inside of him. Jin walked through the double doors; the hallways were deserted. School was out that fall day, and it seemed as if it had been forever since Mishima High School had played a part in his life.
Homeroom. Jin sighed as he walked down the front of the classroom, his legs automatically leading him back to his old Homeroom desk. Sure enough, those strange symbols were still there, carved and inked. Next to them were his characters. Jin's mind flickered back, bored in Math class, he has carved his own name next to those symbols he had always been baffled by. Jin looked up, slightly looking around the room, noticing that the windows were shut that beautiful autumn day.
He sat down in the desk, finding it strangely comforting. Again his mind flickered back to the older days. Xaoiyu and her friends over near the door; that really cool funky kid, who always jumped on people screaming, "Hello random people!!"; and the girl that sat in the corner, always joking around and making the teacher send her out of class. The images of physical education and the crowded hallways during lunch came back, flooding him with memories.
He remembered the courtyard, brilliant and beautiful in all its green colorful glory; the Saturday night lights during the football games he only went to, to get away from all the nonsense at the Mishima Fortress Household; the loud and inspiring pep rallies, where the whole school showed spirit with their colors proudly shining. Jin's mind drifted back to the classroom he sat in, the teacher's voice and his figure had faded softly along with the memory of the other kids in the classroom. Shortly thereafter, the noise, too, faded. Jin had always loathed school, yet back then, it was a way for him to get away from the fortress he figured was a cage. Now, he believed he would give anything to be back in high school; he would change so much that he had done.
Jin found himself staring back at the symbols he hadn't recognized before. He blinked, his bangs feathering his face lightly. Realizing the symbols on the desk were actually written backwards in English, was the name, "Kazuya Mishima"… In the worst handwriting Jin had ever seen. The cool wind blew against him. He looked up just in time to see an edge of black clothing slip away quickly through the window, leaving it open.