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 XIII : Too Late
Sixteen years...
I couldn't believe my eyes when I realized the time that had passed. I sat back on my bed and stared down on the carpeted floor, too stunned to speak. I had indeed forgotten a lot of things ever since I made taming Devil my top priority. Now that all these years have passed, memories bombarded my mind in an instant.
Sixteen years...
That was also the number of years that passed before Jun and I met again in the tournament. That fact, more than anything, made me have these recollections. Bolting up, I ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
I allowed the liquid to wash freely over my scarred body, tolerating the stinging coldness it possessed. Strangely, I have Devil to thank for my tolerance to almost everything unpleasant. Though I have yet to have him fully in my grasp, I have succeeded in making him think otherwise. I've learned to clear my mind of all things so that now, he can no longer read my thoughts unless I permit him to. As far as he's concerned, we both have the same goal and that is to become more powerful than ever.
I stepped out of the bathroom, vigorously drying my body with the towel. I then raided my closet, looking for something suitable to wear. I hid my excitement with the annoyance of ruffling through several garments until I finally found what I wanted.
I hurriedly put the gray-blue, button-up shirt on along with a matching pair of dark purple slacks and a blazer of the same color. After adjusting my tie, I turned to face my full-length mirror. I felt myself grow pale and not because of how I looked in my clothes. It was painfully clear now that I no longer looked like the man I was. Though I've aged very little due to the genetic experiments I had submitted my body to, the scars still remain. However, that wasn't the most prominent of my physical changes. It was my red eye. Devil's red eye.
"Where are you going off to know, Kazuya?" a dark voice whispered from deep within me.
"Leave me to attend to my own businesses, Devil," I snapped.
"You're business?" he cackled. "Your business is my business too, Kazuya. Or have you forgotten already?"
"Go roast yourself!" I yelled, my body spewing with white and purple light. I concentrated hard until I felt his presence ebb away. I breathed a sigh of relief and opened my dresser drawer, taking out a dark pair of sunglasses. All traces of Devil must be hidden, be it physically or spiritually. I then hurried out of my room, rushing along the large hallway until I reached the main laboratory. Even though it was still quite early, several scientists and genetic engineers were already hard at work on our research data.
"Jamerson!" I called, making the man snap his head towards my direction.
"Sir?"
"Tell the others to prepare a jet for me in the hangar," I ordered. "I'm going back to Japan."
"Japan?!" Dr. Larne, who had just come into the room, gasped. "But...why would you go back there? We can't have your father knowing about you! The Mishima Zaibatsu will surely be--"
"I don't give a damn!" I growled. "Send some bodyguards for me if you have to but I need to get back to Japan at all costs!"
The whole lab fell silent until Dr. Larne cleared his throat and gave the go signal to an assistant, who immediately reached for her cell phone.
"Carlos? Prepare a private jet for Mr. Kazuya Mishima bound for Japan. Pronto."
We landed in a secluded airstrip located conveniently near the mountains of Yakushima. The morning sun blazed in all its fullness. There was barely a cloud in the blue skies above. I made sure I was the first to embark from the plane, walking ahead of the my bodyguards.
An awkward feeling rose to my chest as I took my first steps on the home country I had long forgotten. For a lot of reasons, I hated being here and for other reasons, I wanted to stay here forever. I stopped beside the Benz, took off my dark shades and turned to face my men, giving all of them a hard, penetrating glare.
"Stay here until I get back!" I ordered gruffly, pushed the chauffeur aside and sat myself on the driver's seat.
"M-Mr. Mishima!" one of the guards poked his head through the window. "Dr. Larne said--"
"Stop me and you all die!" I said in my best Devil voice. The guard took a quick step back, lost his foothold and fell down hard on the concrete runway. The others looked just as frightened as he did. I smirked. Devil's influence has some good use for once.
"I'll call you if I need you," I put my shades back on and sped away, burning rubber in the process.
Like I did a long time ago, I followed my instincts which eventually lead me to the right path. My heartbeats were as fast as my driving, if not more so. How was Jun? How would she react after seeing me? What does she look like now? So many questions that needed to be answered. I stepped on the gas pedal hard, my impatience getting the better of me.
"Jun...I'm coming..." I chanted those words in my head. I swerved quickly to a curve, barely missing a ditch when I came to a quick stop at the break in the woods. The path was still there, though it was now covered with more bushes.
Then, I saw it: a plume of smoke rising up from the trees. But...NO! It couldn't be! I took off my purple blazer and ran out of the Benz, not even caring to lock the door. I ran fast and with more luck than skill, managed to duck the low branches. My heart was pounding so hard at my chest, I thought it might break away from my ribs.
I heard several voices when I reached my destination. There, I found many locals, gathering around a pile of burnt rubble...the cottage!
"What happened here?!" I demanded to know, stepping out of the trees and gaping at the source of the smoke.
"Someone's toasted Kazama Jun's house," an older man answered. "I think Jun and Jin got out okay, since we can't find any charred rem--"
"Jin?" I repeated, the blood draining further from my face. Who was this...Jin? Did...did Jun decide to forget about me and marry someone else? Why was I suddenly feeling nauseous?
"Yeah, Jin Kazama," the man continued. "Jun Kazama's fifteen-year-old son."
"Her son...SON?!" now the blood rushed back to my face at full force. All heads swiveled towards me.
"Yup," the man nodded, looking bewildered at my outburst. "Ruined her reputation somewhat if you ask me, being that we don't know who the father was and all. It would've stayed that way if the kid wasn't so nice and helpful to the folks who live 'round here."
"Look, Momma!" a little girl, around three or four, pointed a chubby finger at me. "His hair looks like Jin's! Hihihi!"
That's when everyone's eyes feasted on me. The locals threw me suspicious stares, mumbling something about my hair, my nose, the shape of my face and most especially my thick eyebrows.
"You could be..." the older man, who had done most of the talking, moved in closer. He gasped. "It's you! You're the stranger who visited here years ago! You were a student of the Kazama Dojo weren't you?!"
This man...it was that annoying ticket inspector from the bus whose name I had already forgotten. He whistled through his teeth.
"Boy! You done look good after sixteen years! Sixteen years...HEY! Are you Jin's--"
I didn't let him finish his sentence. I just turned away and ran. It took a few more minutes for everything to sink in my head. Jun has a son...a son, if I am to believe those villagers, was fathered by me. It could be a lie, but that girl. Children in that age group rarely tell a lie. A son...I have a son! I couldn't believe it! Jun and I have a son!
I pushed that thought away and ran deeper into the woods. There are more important things at hand. Jun was still missing and there was only one other place she could be.
Exhausted from all that running, I decided to stop and catch my breath, holding a hand up against a tree to steady myself. The bark felt rather warm and sticky and I thought I had touched the sap but when I turned to look, my jaw dropped. There was a bloody palm print not only on this tree, but on the others as well. Along the grassy path was a trail of blood, as if someone had painstakingly walked here, leaning against the trees for balance. I followed the trail, trying hard not to think of what it may lead to but by the time I got to the cliff, my worst fears came to light.
There, slumped against a nearby tree, was Jun. Her long, white dress was quite burnt and covered in a mass of blood, the purple sweater on her torso nearly torn to shreds. In a flash, I was kneeling under the tree, gathering her limp form in my arms.
"Jun..." I held her face lightly with my free hand. She hasn't changed much since I saw her last, say for the length of her hair. It reached a few inches off her elbow and was braided quite nicely. She still wore her favorite headband but no matter how beautiful she had become, I couldn't fully appreciate it. Not with the present situation.
"Jun? Jun! Wake up!" I shook her frantically. She suddenly took in a huge breath, making a feeling of utmost relief sweep over me. She was still alive. I watched her lids flutter until she finally rested her beautiful eyes on me, a glimmer of surprise and happy amazement sparkling in those black pearls.
"K...K...Ka..Kazuya..." she croaked, a weak smile on her lips. "You...came back..."
"Of course I came back," I pushed a few strands away from her forehead while wiping some of the blood off her face. "I promised, didn't I? Don't worry. I'll call for help. I work for G Corporation now and they--"
"Jin..." she interjected, tightening her grip on my arm. "Our son..."
"I know. I heard it from the villagers."
"He's...a beautiful child...Kazuya..." Jun widened her smile though it was clearly difficult for her. "He looks...so much like you..."
"We'll talk later," I held her hand and planted a kiss on it. "Right now, we need to get you to safety," I started to lift her from the grass but she pulled on my shirt, stopping me. She shook her head softly.
"Kazuya...I'm glad...I'm glad your face is the last I'll ever see..."
"Don't talk like that," I let out a nervous chuckle. "You're not going to die. Not from this. Everything's going to be fine. I'll call on my men. We already have a private jet waiting. I'll--"
"I love you, Kazuya..."
I stared at her. She seemed to grow paler and paler with each second. Her eyes drew to a close. Her grip loosened from my shirt. Her arm slid down to her side, her hand colliding with the soft earth.
"Jun?" I chucked her chin and shook her softly, a laugh escaping from my lips. "Come on, stop kidding. I admit, it's funny but let's get serious now."
No response. I shook my head, a silly smile on my face. She's not dead. She can't be dead. She's just pulling a welcoming prank, that's all. She's probably doing it for a little spite. I did make her wait too long.
"Alright, Jun, that's enough. You can hold your breath but you can't stop your heart from beating," I moved my face to her chest and pressed my ear against it. "See? I can still hear your--"
No heart beat. The only beats I heard were mine, which now drummed to a frenzy.
"Jun..." I buried my face in the nook of her neck and held her dearly to me. I felt something warm trickle down my cheeks. This isn't happening. This can't be happening!!! Not now! NOT NOW!
"JUUUUUUNN!!!!!!"
A/N: Yes, Jun dies...sniff! But there's still a next chapter! GASP! I actually took the part wherein Kazuya stepped out of the plane from Tekken 4's arcade opening. Remember when Kazuya wore that purple business suit and bodyguards and everything? And he took off his shades? Hehehe. Just decided to add a bit of it here.
Chapter XIV