A/N: This is the chapter where the fic begins to live up to its rating of PG-13. As much as I hate to turn away readers if you are sensitive to violence, I would suggest you not read this chapter, or much of the upcoming ones. And much thanx to my reviewers:
Missy1mis- Thank you for the compliments, I appreciate them muchly! Please keep readin'!
Pyro Tsunami- I thought about it, and decided, you're right, Heihachi has to die, and so, here it is! And I still can't wait until the update of Fallen Angel! Thanx for readin'!
Nightmare kicked open the heavy wooden door of the Mishima Manor as he stepped inside the ornate room. Hanging by the bloodied gray hair clasped in Nightmare's armor-ed hand dangled the grotesque head of Heihachi Mishima. Blood still dripped from the mutilated neck onto the lovely hard wood floors. "All who are in this house hear my words," the Azure Knight bellowed loudly. "Your time has come, you have been chosen to feed Soul Edge!"
The servants that had been cleaning around the main lobby scattered toward the other side of the house quickly. Jin came running down the steps quickly only moments later. He stopped in his tracks as Nightmare dropped the body-less head to the ground with a sickening thump. "Your grandfather is dead, his soul has fed my sword. Your time has come."
"Haven't you said that already," Kilik said from the top of the stairs that Jin was standing at the bottom of. "You really shouldn't repeat yourself."
"You insolent buffoon! I will make you eat your foolish words," Nightmare growled, as he began toward the stairs. He slashed quickly at the furniture that stood in his way, sending wood fragments flying in all directions and clattering against walls and other furniture.
"Oh, did you just call me a buffoon? Oh, no, what shall I do, the big ugly monster called me a buffoon, I have to go hide now," Kilik said, mock frightened.
Nightmare howled and rushed toward him, but Jin blocked his way. He met his oncoming force with a Thunder God Fist and Nightmare stumbled back a few steps. He charged again, knocking Jin aside and rushing up the steps toward Kilik. Kilik stood, staring down at the oncoming knight emotionlessly.
"Do not kill him now," came a voice from the doorway. "Wait until the Tournament tomorrow morning."
Nightmare stopped and turned to look at the man standing in the shadows in the door-way. "Who are you to tell me what to do? And what is this Tournament you speak of?"
"I am Kazuya Mishima, son of the man who you killed. And I am here to take over the King of Iron Fist Tournament that begins tomorrow. You will be competing, I presume."
"Tournament," Nightmare repeated. "I will compete in your Tournament, and all of your souls will feed Soul Edge!"
"You might want to rest, all three of you, for tomorrow it begins."
"Fa- Father," Jin stuttered as he stood up from where he had been slung into the wall by Nightmare. "I thought you were dead."
"Never believe anything your grandfather tells you," Kazuya said. "He only wished I was dead. But, he is dead now, so we have nothing to worry about."
"Yes, he's dead," Jin replied, as if in shock of what was happening. "Did Mother know that you were not dead?"
"No, I thought it best for her if she did not know," he replied. "I have many enemies lying in wait for the time I return. I did not want her bothered by worries for our son. Now go to your room and get some rest, the Tournament starts in the morning, you need to be prepared."
"Yes, Father," Jin replied, going up the steps toward his room, followed by Kilik heading toward his room.
"Now, Mr..."
"My name is Nightmare," he growled.
"Mr. Nightmare, let me show you to the room you will be staying in until the conclusion of the King of Iron Fist Tournament."
Well, I hope y'all liked it, I think it was kinda short, but the real fun don't start till the Tournament begins... If you have any suggestions tell me and I just might use 'em! And I'm always happy to get reviews. Thanx for readin'!