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 XII : Grim
That was the only sensation that coursed through my body. Everything was dark. My body was numb. I was dead.
I had lost the fight against my father. I shouldn't have underestimated him. At the beginning of the battle, I was already losing. But I wasn't one to give up easily. And then...that thing...Devil...he came to me again. He taunted me, teased me, tempted me, but I wouldn't succumb. Jun had risked her life to get rid of him and I wasn't about to let him take over. But I was weak; not only physically, but emotionally. Even envisioning Jun in my mind wasn't enough to give me the strength to go on and he knew. He knew. Being the treacherous snake that he is, he used it to his advantage.
"Kazuya...if you lose, what will happen to your precious Jun? You'll never be able to return to her if you die..."
So I accepted. I accepted him though it was absolutely revolting. He changed me...made me into him. I had almost defeated Heihachi but Devil had become too much like me. He had my very same arrogance, my lack of caution. And that lead to both our downfall. I was dead...I was dead...
Jun...my beloved angel. I'm sorry I'll never get to keep my promise. I'm sorry I'll never be able to return. I'm sorry for a lot of things but mostly, I'm sorry I made you love me. You shouldn't have loved me. I'm pathetic! I made all your strenuous efforts to release me from the bonds of Devil go to waste. I allowed him to take over me once more but I did all that to protect you. I tried my best but it doesn't seem enough. Somehow, I'll never be enough! I hope you understand...but then again, I don't really have to hope. You always understood me even when I couldn't understand myself. I wish I could make you hate me. Maybe then it will ease the burden deep in my heart and I could die knowing you won't have to cry for my loss...
"Jun..."
"Doctor! Doctor! Come quick!"
"Good Lord! Did I just hear him speak?!"
"Bloody hell! He's waking up!"
A myriad of voices resounded all around me. They sounded more like echoes from a distant tunnel. I tried opening my eyes but my body wouldn't respond. I was conscious, yes. But I was weak. I couldn't even breathe. What was happening to me?
"Drain the chamber."
I heard the distinct sound of gushing liquid. I envisioned myself back in Yakushima, strolling hand in hand with Jun along the shores of the lake. I saw her radiant smile, her raven hair dancing along the breeze. Suddenly, gravity pulled me down fast and I slumped down on the hard, concrete floor, my whole body resonating with uncontrollable shivers. I squinted but the bright lights hurt my eyes. I saw only the blurry silhouettes of people, hovering above me.
"Didn't I tell you to be careful, Jamerson?!"
"S-sorry sir."
"There doesn't seem to be any damage to the specimen."
"Put him on the gurney."
I passed out after that and drifted off to a dreamless sleep: back in the black abyss of my twisted world. I belonged here. I was meant to be alone. It's better this way. It's my own prison, my own personal hell; a place where I can no longer hurt anyone but myself. I deserved this agony, but it was short-lived.
I painstakingly opened my eyes, my gaze slowly fleeting across the room. There I was, strapped to the bed with an oxygen mask on my face and an I.V. on my arm. Around me, stood several men and women dressed in white with a large emblem of the letter G on their breast pockets.
"How many fingers do you see, Mr. Mishima?" one man waved his hand over me.
"Three..." I managed to croak.
"Astounding..." he commented and began jotting down notes on his clipboard. "He's speaking already. His vision, perfect..."
"Breathing, normal," one lady scientist called out while writing down on her own clipboard.
"Heart rate normal," another scientist, a young man, observed.
"What dramatic results! I must say, I'm impressed! Everyone did a fine job."
"Wh-aatss...happeni..." I began to ask but my tongue became glued to the roof of my mouth.
"We will relate to you the full details in due time, Mr. Mishima," the oldest-looking of the scientists answered. "For now, you need to rest."
The scientists eventually told me that I was in an underground facility of the G Corporation somewhere in the remote regions of Nepal. It seems they have been observing me for quite some time and took my body immediately after my father had thrown me down the volcano. It was they who resurrected me.
"Why did you?!" I had asked harshly. "You should've left me for dead!"
"Mr. Mishima, you have to understand," Dr. Conners, a man around his mid-40s, spoke. "Your body is a wonder of science! You have become a hybrid...a very powerful hybrid because of your devil gene."
"Devil gene?!"
That's when he told me. Devil wasn't just in my spirit, but in my very flesh as well. He had truly become a part of my body. It became evident when I looked in the mirror for the first time in a very long time. Scars were etched across my body, two across my face but what really got my attention was my left eye. It glowed an evil red glow. Devil had lingered for far too long within me that he had changed me long before Jun exorcised him away from me. Jun...how was I too face her now?
"You don't know how much power we can harness in your blood, Mr. Mishima!" Dr. Conners declared, his eyes bright. "If you cooperate with us, we can assure you that we will be able to draw out the full potential of your genes. You might very well become the most powerful man in the world!"
The thought of being more powerful than ever, powerful enough to defeat my father and overthrow that wretched zaibatsu of his rekindled that ambitious part of me. I underwent several physical therapy sessions to strengthen the muscles weakened by my suspended state and submitted my body to several genetic experiments. Each discovery was so dramatic that I was constantly distracted away from my morbid thoughts. My new body was indeed a wonder to behold. I never felt such power! But this time, I'm not going to let all this go to my head. I have to be more cautious, to make sure I won't make that same mistake again.
I lost my concept of time. I was constantly fleeting in and out of consciousness, sometimes waking up days later in a place I don't even remember getting to. I was walking now, becoming healthier with each passing hour...or day...I don't really know anymore. My memory lapses where beginning to beguile and frighten me.
"How many days have passed since I was revived?" I asked Jamerson, the timid young man who was the lab's technical assistant.
"D-days?" he blinked with confusion. "Sir...it's been over a month since that."
"What?!" I gasped. "That couldn't be! Where's Dr. Conners?! I need to speak to him."
"Doctor..." he trailed off, a flicker of panic in his eyes. He took a few steps away from me.
"Dr. Conners is dead," a tired voice said, making me turn to his direction. It was another genetic engineer, Dr. Larne.
"Dead?!" I fumed. "How could he be dead?! I talked to him just a few days ago!"
"You killed him and three others two weeks ago," Dr. Larne informed, his thick brows raised. "You don't remember?"
I shook my head, my eyes wide. How could I kill someone and not recall anything?
"I suspected as much," he nodded and jotted down a few notes. "Seems we have a case of split personality."
"Split personality?"
His answers explained my memory lapses. Apparently, Devil takes over me from time to time. It was he who killed those scientists without my knowledge. DAMN HIM!!! I shouldn't have let him take control. Now, he's consuming my soul with his malevolent force...
"Devil is more aware of you than you are of him. He's aware of your comings and goings...as well as some of your thoughts," Dr. Larne pointed out. "With enough concentration, you should be able to do just the same. Someday, you may be able to control him but for now, he's as unpredictable as the power in your genes."
Control...
That was the one thing I have the most trouble doing. If I couldn't even control my anger, how do I expect to control Devil?! He's creeping up inside me...watching my every move...reading my every thought. It's only a matter of time before I lose to him. Another defeat was surely at hand.
A sudden realization radically changed my pessimism. Jun. I'll never be able to keep my promise to return even though I'm still alive. I can't show up at her doorstep like this! Not as Devil! He'll surely do her harm.
From that day on, I decided to lodge past memories in the darkest corners of my mind and divert all my energies at subduing Devil.
A/N: This is really what I think happened after Kazuya was revived in G Corp...you know? The reason why he didn't return to Jun? It is highly plausible, since in T4, it was still Devil who had a hold of him. Continue on to the next chapters! I think you'll find some very interesting insights.
Chapter XIII