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 II : Spite
"Kazuya...hold on...you're going to be fine..."
That voice...but it couldn't it?
I opened my eyelids slowly, squinting at the bright sunlight. My body felt terribly cold and later, unbearably hot. The combination of temperatures was alarming. What was happening to me?!
My blurry vision began to clear. I found myself lying on a futon inside a small room. The blanket was tucked all the way to my chin. I painstakingly sat up, my palm flying to cover a stinging wound on my forehead. Whoever took me in took the time to clean and bandage all my wounds as well as dress me in some dry clothes.
I set the blanket aside and struggled up my feet. I took shaky steps out the door, determined to know exactly where I was. Everything started to spin. I leaned against the wall for support, moaning when another stab of pain chorused from my injury.
"Kazuya! You shouldn't be up yet!" a voice I couldn't help but recognize chastised. Sure enough, Jun hurried to my side, put my arm around her petite shoulders and began assisting me back on the bed. So...I didn't die? Jun...she saved me. She saved me yet again...
"No..." I tried to get away from her grasp but my body wouldn't respond. "Let...go...of me..."
"You need to rest," she eased me on the thin mattress and covered me again with the blanket. She then put her palm over my forehead.
"You're burning up," she commented. I slapped her hand away, angry at how she has managed to repeatedly foil my plans.
"D-don't...touch me..." I groaned. A wave of fatigue quickly swept through me, pulling me back to sleep.
For the next several hours, I became terribly delirious. I was constantly fleeting in and out of consciousness. I had these vague impressions of Jun, holding my head up and feeding me spoon after spoon of disgusting green liquid. At times, I would also see a fair woman in white hovering over me, her wings spreading protectively over my body as she continued to nurse me back to health. Of course, I could have been dreaming.
My eyes snapped open at the sound of soft humming from outside. The melody from the song encouraged me to sit up from bed. I was quite surprised to find my fever gone. I looked around. I was still in this very same room. I muttered to myself and took my shirt off to help cool my body. My instincts told me that this was another morning...another day.
The sliding door opened. Jun stepped in, stopping her hums abruptly when she saw me. She was obviously taken aback by my sudden recovery. Then, she smiled and gave a small bow.
"Ohayo gozaimasu," she greeted, walking over to the closet. I turned sharply towards her direction but didn't say a word. I followed her with my eyes as she put a pile of clothes inside the cupboard, the hem of her white kimono touching the wooden floor. A woman in white...it could be her, but wings? The fever must've really poisoned my brain.
When she was done, Jun knelt down beside me and put her hand on my forehead. Her touch sent bizarre sensations throughout my body, making me shudder.
"Looks like your fever's broken," she said. I slapped her hand away.
"Why did you save me?!" I demanded. I really wanted to know. Why couldn't she stay away from my business for one measly minute?!
"It's the least I could do after you did the same to me," her answer was plain and simple; almost childlike. "And even if you didn't save my life, I still would have."
"And why would you?! Who am I to you?!" I spat.
"You may deny it all you want but we share a common bond...a common memory," she reached out and held the locket around my neck. "And this...is proof of it."
"Humph," I grunted, snatched the locket from her fingers and looked away. She sighed and stood up.
"I'll go and prepare some breakfast for you," she stated before exiting the room. I was alone again. The prospect of escape crossed my mind but when the aroma of food entered my nostrils, it nailed me down on the spot. I hadn't eaten well for the last several days and now, my stomach was dictating me. Jun re-entered the room with a tray of chicken teriyaki, some tiramisu and a cup of Oolong tea. I was so hungry, I eagerly wolfed down the food but when I saw her staring, I slowed down.
"So...I suppose you can tell me why you tried to kill yourself?" she asked after I had finished eating. I snapped my head her way, my eyes widening. How did she know about that?! Was she there when I allowed myself to fall?
"I had a vision of you," she explained, "just before you threw yourself off the ravine. Why did you?"
I broke away from her gaze, curling my fingers at the covers. I clenched my teeth behind closed lips. I felt the rage pulsing through my veins.
"You should've let me die..." I hissed. "You should've just left me to die!"
"You know I would never do that," she shook her head softly. "I can't understand how you could behave with such abandon."
"Of course you wouldn't understand! No one could!"
"That's because you wouldn't let me understand," she put her hand over mine, the feel of it making me shudder again. "If you would just tell me...I really need to know. I have the right to know."
"The right?!" I glared at her with daggers. What right was she talking about?! She took on a pained expression and gave my hand a soft squeeze.
"You saved me as I saved you. I fed, clothed and housed you. I think that gives me a few rights."
Something in her eyes affected me. I quickly pulled my hand away and turned towards the open window. A small bird stopped by the window sill but when it saw me, it flew off.
"I don't have a reason to live anymore..." I said in a low voice. I didn't know why I confessed, but I did.
"A reason?" she repeated. "Kazuya...every life is precious. Just the fact that you escaped death more than twice is proof that you should continue living."
"I lived only to get revenge for what my father did!" I thundered. I riveted my eyes at her and narrowed them into deadly slits. "And YOU took that away from me!"
Her eyes widened. She feared me, I could tell. But...for some reason, I took no pleasure in seeing her frightened like this.
"Get out of my sight..." I muttered and laid back on the futon, my back towards her. I heard her gather the dishes and walk softly out the room. When I heard the door slide to a close, I let out a deep sigh. Damn it! What has that woman done to me!? Ruined my life, that's what! Bewitched me in some way that now, she has planted herself firmly into my warped world. Fine then! It's all her fault! The repercussions surely won't be light!
Chapter III