Author's notes: This story is mostly based on the Tekken Anime movie and is set right after Heihachi flew off on a jet plane and the Tekken fighters escaped the island via a submarine. It is also based on Tekken 2 endings of specific characters, as well as a few opening sequences from Tekken Tag Tournament. This fanfic is in Kazuya Mishima's point of view. It is also a sort of version 2 of my first fanfic, "As Purity Lay in the Arms of Evil". Rated NC-17
Disclaimer: Kazuya Mishima, Jun Kazama, and all Tekken characters are the property of NAMCO. This is only a fan fiction from the imagination of an obsessed fan. No copyright infringement intended.
Chapter I : Suicide
Making sure I still had my wallet with me, I relaxed as the bus made another turn through the moonlit mountain roads. The coldness of the night air stung my skin, but I was oblivious to it. A week has passed since my narrow escape from the hospital but even before that, a lot of things have happened that brought a major impact to my all too miserable life.
For sixteen years after my father hurled me off that cliff, I trained myself, polishing my skills to surpass his. That way, I could finally kill him with my bare hands and release myself from the anger that had been festering within me since that day. I really thought I had it made...until she barged into my life. Again.
Hard rain bore down on the half-empty bus, pounding against the metal roof. I held the gold locket around my neck and opened it, staring intently at the picture of me and my late mother. Mother...just seeing her warm and kind smile immortalized in this small frame brought back a little bit of contentment that I had sought after. And yet...I am still deeply disturbed. I had wasted so much of my life seeking revenge that now that it has been taken away from me, I feel so empty. So dead. It might be better if I was indeed dead. My life has no meaning, or purpose. I was just another tormented soul wandering around in this wretched world, waiting for my inevitable end. But I needn't wait long...
I closed the locket and let out a short breath. That sense of contentment and comfort only my mother could give...I never thought I'd find it in someone else. After Mother died back when I was five, only one other woman came to acknowledge my existence: Jun Kazama.
I remember meeting her for the first time in the forests of Yakushima. The only reason I went there was to train with my father. I saw her alone in the woods, hunched up under a patch of moonlight, crying over a baby bunny. Her innocence drew me to her side. That was when our destinies entwined in a tangle of horrific events.
Sixteen years after I was thrown off that cliff, we met again in the Iron Fist Tournament. She remembered me, but I didn't recognize her until she showed me the locket my father had torn off my neck before he threw me. She had kept it: a feat that amazed me so much, I haven't been able to get her off my mind ever since. I tried to push her away, threaten her, but she held her ground. Though stronger and braver than she was as a child, she still retained that innocence and purity that drew me to her and as much as I hate to admit it, still draws me to her.
I closed the window to shield myself from the rain and shook my head. No. I shouldn't think about her any more. What good would it do anyway?
"Nothing...nothing at all..." my mind said. "It's impractical to think about life when you know you're a doomed man, Kazuya. You should have died a long time ago. That way, you wouldn't have to experience the harshness of this world..."
When I saw the partially hidden path between the pine trees, I called for the driver to stop and stepped out of the bus, not caring if I got soaked. I tucked my lips in. I was back in Yakushima Forest but I didn't come here to reminisce. There's nothing here but painful memories of my dark past. I came here to set straight what should have happened a long time ago.
I walked down the muddy path, following my instincts more than my memory. I trekked deeper and deeper into the woods but when I saw a familiar clearing, I stopped. This place...it was where I first saw Jun, with that ribbon on her dark, raven hair, a soft smile on her lips after I promised to get the bobcat that killed her pet rabbit's mother.
"Thanks...but don't. The baby rabbit doesn't hate the bobcat. The bobcat just killed the rabbit so that it could eat. It was just hungry. I know the rabbit...wasn't happy to get eaten. But rabbits are gentle creatures...and would never want to fight with a big bobcat..."
The innocence in her angelic voice...her eyes that shone of wisdom beyond her years...it was something I could never forget. I lingered there a moment longer and cursed myself for it. I've wasted enough time and I don't need to waste it on this foolishness!
I ran then, the water splashing beneath my sneakers as I emerged from the woods. Lightning illuminated the surroundings momentarily. I had arrived. I took off my drenched shirt and threw it away. Torrents of rain poured mercilessly upon me, pasting my spiky hair to the base of my neck. I walked over to the edge of the cliff and stared straight down the abyss, curling my hand over my scar. I felt it hurt but I knew it will be all over soon. This was where everything started and this was where it should end.
I looked up into the ominous skies, raising my arms to level my shoulder. Then, I leaned forward and allowed myself to fall down the steep ravine. My life flashed before my closed eyes but one moment stayed in my mind: Jun's desperate plea during the tournament.
"You're wrong. I was injured just like you were. I could feel your pain deep in my heart. I tried to save you then but I couldn't...I'd like to save you now. But I can't reach you if you won't let me..."
No one can reach or save me now. I continued to fall until darkness engulfed me with a vengeance.
Chapter II