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 XV: Unexpected Mishap
I paced around the room like an expectant father outside a hospital's delivery room. Perhaps the only difference I had with those men was that I wasn't expecting a newborn baby. Rather, I was expecting a newborn...wife...so to say.
I rubbed my bandaged arm gently where the needle had been inserted for the blood transfusion. Two hours have passed since they took a considerable amount of my blood and transfused it into Jun's. Now, they're preparing her inside a chamber full of preserving liquid, similar to the one they put me in but before that, I insisted she be clothed in a white, flowing dress, which they did.
I opened the dark bottle of tonic an infirmary officer had given me to replenish my lost blood. I drained the bottle in three gulps. I paced some more, this time, pounding each of my steps hard. We were now deep underground of G Corporation's Nepal facility. Amidst all other illegal humaida experiments in cylinders that surrounded me, was a large metal door with a panel of steel numbers beside it. They were yet to give me the code for the room: the room which I will soon consider my main office and my bedroom; where my most prized treasure is hidden.
The metal door opened with a whooshing sound. A lady doctor stepped out, taking off her latex gloves and face mask. She gave me a tight smile.
"Everything is ready for you, Mr. Mishima. Dr. Larne will be giving you a short briefing" she gestured for me to enter while other medics and scientists exited. I gave a faint nod and stepped inside. A vertical liquid-filled cylinder was the only source of illumination within the dimly lit room. And floating inside the enclosure, was Jun.
There she was, looking no less angelic in that pure white dress similar to the one she had in Yakushima, her dark, raven hair floating around her shoulders. Even in her sleep, she takes my breath away. Along the walls, lined several blinking lights that indicated the condition of her body, from her heart rate to her brainwaves. Everything seemed to be in tip-top shape.
Dr. Larne let out a throaty cough to catch my attention but I was mesmerized by the apparition before me. I walked towards her and touched the cylinder lightly with my palm. Just as I did, Jun's eyes began to flutter.
"Jun..." I whispered, willing her to awaken. When she finally opened her lids, I paled. Her once dark and mysterious eyes were now glowing an eerie golden glow. I then noticed something black on her right arm: a sort of strange, unfamiliar tattoo. Jun's lips began to move.
"Kazuya..."
I was fairly certain that's what she was trying to say. She gave out a weak smile. Then, she started to close her eyes again.
"Jun!" I called to her, pounding my fist against the glass but she had drifted off into a deep sleep. I turned to Dr. Larne.
"Did you see that?!" I pointed. "She woke up! Get her out now!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mishima," Dr. Larne shook his head sadly. "There has been a slight miscalculation."
"Miscalculation?!" I thundered.
"See that?" he gestured towards the brainwaves monitor. "There was a high level of activity moments ago, meaning she does remember you but see how it's nullified now?"
"She's asleep. Even I can understand that!" I fumed. "But what was that you said about a miscalculation?!"
"Well..." Dr. Larne cleaned his glasses with a handkerchief before putting it back up the bridge of his nose. "We had expected Ms. Kazama to be fully active at this very moment but...something's wrong with your blood."
"My blood?!"
"Your Devil gene, specifically," he corrected himself. "Somehow, it has been diminished. It contains only half the power it had during the second Iron Fist Tournament. We found this out when we compared our latest data with the data from sixteen years ago. Since the sample has been weakened, this leaves Ms. Kazama in a sort of comatose state. She will only be conscious for a certain amount of time," he clicked on a square-shaped remote control on his hand, making a holographic screen appear before us. The screen contained a 3D image of myself and Devil beside CG charts. I studied the charts, my eyes growing wider as I read on.
"My other half...is gone?!" I grunted in surprise.
"Apparently so," Dr. Larne confirmed. "There is a logical explanation, however. We have some footage of you after your father threw you off the volcano," he clicked at the remote again, making another hologram appear.
My breath caught in my throat when the video started. There I was, lying almost lifelessly at the mouth of the crater. My skin was purple and there were wing-like appendages on my back. Devil had indeed distorted me when I accepted him. All of a sudden, a shadowy presence lifted itself away from my body and disappeared from view. My body then returned to normal, except for the brand new wounds that had now become my scars. The video stopped at that point.
"What does that mean?! What was that thing?! When exactly was this taken?! Why did my body change?!" the questions flowed rapidly from my mouth.
"That thing is your other half," Dr. Larne turned off the screens and faced me fully. "Devil left only half of his essence inside you after Heihachi threw you in the crater, causing you to return to normal. Meanwhile, the other half, we have great reason to believe, left to possess your child."
"But he wasn't even born by then!"
"But he was already existing," the scientist contradicted. "Counting back the dates, Ms. Kazama was already pregnant at the time. We don't know how she was able to prevent Devil from possessing her. Either that, or the spirit never found her so it is expected that the other half should return to you since it wouldn't be able to survive long without the remaining half. Unless..."
"Unless what?!"
"Unless it has found a new host," the doctor's words were ominous. "Your son."
I swallowed hard. My son...Jin. He has inherited my Devil genes which makes him the perfect host for Devil's malevolence.
"Search for Jin," I ordered, the firmness in my voice surprising even me. "I have to have my other half back at all costs!"
"But Mr. Mishima, if you get in contact with it, it is very likely that Devil will become stronger, thus, he will take over," Dr. Larne objected. "You might lose control of--"
"And what of Jun?!" I spat. "You don't expect me to do nothing about her, do you?!"
"What are you proposing, Mr. Mishima?"
I smirked at the old man as the idea began to obsess me.
"You and your people underestimate me too much," I presented him with my back, an air of arrogance around me. "Possessed or not, once I have Devil's full power in my grasp, we can have another blood transfusion. It should theoretically bring Jun back, would it not?"
Dr. Larne pondered for a moment before finally nodding.
"Yes..." he raised his eyebrows. "But are you sure you can handle--"
"Never underestimate me," I snarled.
"And Devil? What will he think? He is after all, part of you."
"He'll just be too grateful to get his full power back," I waved my hand as if flicking the topic away. "Let him think what he wants. Now leave!"
"Fine," he set the remote control and a bunch of other papers on a metal office desk beside me. "Go over these later," he pivoted and left the room in a huff. When I was certain of my privacy, I sat down heavily on a chair and cleared my mind.
"Devil...are you there?"
"Kazuya..." a faint but angry voice called from deep within me. "Damn you, Kazuya...what did you do to me?...What's happening?..."
"You never told me you let your other half go..."
"My other..." Devil seemed to be thinking. Then, I felt his blood-curdling arrogance, so like my own. "Ingenious, isn't it?...Now, there's two of me...two of us...Of course, our power has also been cut in half...but I sense something else that diminishes us..."
"I made a pact with you before..." I interjected. "We both kept our end of the bargain, did we not?"
"I sense a new deal at hand..." the hissing voice cracked in anticipation.
"I'll help you retrieve your other half...that is, my son," I offered, trying to sound as tempting as he did. "I'll get you your full power back."
"...And the catch?..."
"You must swear not to do anything to the person I will be showing you," I stated firmly. "Because if you do, the deal is off and I will do everything in my power to exorcise you from my body forever!"
Devil knew I would go through with my threats. He and I knew each other far too well. I sensed him giving in and finally, I looked up at Jun, allowing him full view of her slumbering form through my red eye. I felt his shock and surprise which was soon followed by calmness. Deadly calmness.
"I accept..." he cackled. "...Now...you and I have equal halves of everything...your child...and your woman..."
I clenched my fists tightly. I'll have to endure all this wretched sharing. Unbeknownst to Devil, I had made my own silent promise to Jun.
"Don't worry, Jun. Even though I haven't met him, I know our son is strong. He will not perish. He will survive. And I'll make him understand my motives someday. I'll make sure of that..."
Chapter XVI