Author's notes: This story is mostly based on Tekken 4 and the currently (2004) released information on Tekken 5 and its characters. Though some infos were taken from Tekken Official, some situations, events and characters are all fanmade. Rated G
Disclaimer: Kazuya Mishima, Jin Kazama, Asuka Kazama, Heihachi Mishima, Ling Xiaoyu, Jun Kazama, Feng Wei and all Tekken characters referred in this fanfic are the property of NAMCO. This is only a fan fiction from the imagination of an obsessed fan. No copyright infringement intended.
Chapter 3: Resurrection
The media was having a field day with the latest news that shocked the world: Heihachi Mishima's death. The CEO of the ever powerful Mishima Zaibatsu had met his fate through a terrible explosion which everyone knew to be a result of foul play.
It was expected, because of this incident, that the Mishima Zaibatsu was gone for good but mysteriously enough, dealings continued within the company. Someone else was running the corporation and a few months later, released an announcement for the fifth Iron Fist Tournament.
Far from this controversy...
In a mysterious lab in the remote regions of Nepal...
A group of scientists worked feverishly on their latest genetic experiment. All was silent say for the constant bleeping of the heart monitor located beside a liquid-filled vertical, glass cylinder. Floating within that cylinder was a body of a woman with long, raven hair, her face barely visible through the murky water. A whooshing sound cut through the air, making all heads turn to the source.
"Oh, Dr. Larne. It's you."
"Who were you expecting, anyway?" Dr. Larne closed the door with a push of the button.
"Any news on Kazuya?" a lady scientist with blonde hair asked.
"We're still looking for the body," Dr. Larne shook his head. It was clear from his expression that things didn't look promising.
"What if he's alive? What if he comes back and kills us all?!" the lady scientist pursued. "You know how much this experiment means to him! Surely, he'll try to--"
"Stop worrying, Dr. Vetra. You're forgetting that that man is an obsolete experiment," Dr. Larne wagged his finger and gestured towards the cylinder. "Now this, what we have here, is the real winner. This is our insurance. With her power on our side, no one will be able to stop us...not even Kazuya Mishima."
Dr. Vetra nodded, though still quite perturbed. She was the youngest of the scientist and the most reluctant to do the project she had been assigned with. Though she barely knew their previous experiment, Kazuya, the video of him finishing off some of the invading Mishima mercenaries several months before was something that haunted her to her sleep.
"How's the experiment coming?" Dr. Larne asked.
"The final transfusion has been done," another elderly scientist spoke. "All we need now is to wake her up with a slight electric jolt."
"Then, do it."
The man pressed a button.
The woman in the cylinder snapped her eyes open, revealing a pair of glowing, golden pupils.
"Drain the liquid! Now!"
While the water continued to recede, the woman simply stood still, not even moving a single muscle. Only when the chamber was opened did she blink and step out, her bare skin still coated with the liquid she had been floating in. Dr. Vetra immediately took off her lab gown and put it over the woman to hide her nudity. The woman stared at her for a while before slipping her arms into the gown's sleeves.
"How many fingers do you see?" Dr. Larne stepped forward and held out his hand.
"Th....ree" the woman spoke in a voice obviously unused for a period of time.
"Come again?"
"I see three..." the woman repeated in a slightly firmer voice.
"Good. Good," Dr. Larne began scribbling on his clipboard.
"Where...am...I?"
"You're in a laboratory of the prestigious G Corporation. You were taken here by...we took you here and revived you," Dr. Larne shot a look at Dr. Vetra to keep her quiet.
"Re...vived..." the woman was clearly confused. She spun around in slow circles, her golden eyes darting everywhere in the room. "I...don't...understand...Did I...die?"
"You came close but as I said, we took you in and resurrected you," Dr. Larne answered. "That was a little more than six years ago."
"Six...years..." the woman widened her eyes. She felt her head starting to spin.
"So, tell me..." Dr. Larne took out his notes again. "What can you recall of the day you were attacked?"
"I...was...attacked...?"
"Why? Don't you remember?" Dr. Larne was starting to get confused himself. "But...how could that be? There was no sign of brain damage or--"
"Attack...an attack..." the woman tried to recall but the more she did, the more she felt like she was looking at nothing but a black abyss. What attack? Who tried to kill her? What did they mean revive? How close was she to death? Why was she brought here? Was everything around her even real?
"I...I...can't...remember..." she held her palm over her forehead and grimaced, her pale fingers clawing at her long, dark hair. No. She couldn't remember anything. It hurt to try. The most horrifying thing however, was that she couldn't even remember her name.
A strange feeling suddenly overwhelmed her, consuming her body until she felt lightheaded. Something was definitely amiss...
Darkness.
Two figures standing in oblivion.
The two men standing before her looked strikingly similar though one was younger than the other. They held their arms out and called for her to come with them. But what were they saying? Why were they calling her? Who were they?
The men began to disappear. Little by little, the darkness consumed them. And she could do nothing more but watch helplessly.
She didn't know these men but why does her heart ache for them? No, she couldn't let them leave. She didn't want them to leave. Raising her arm, she too, reached out.
Something appeared beside her. Another apparition but this time, of a young woman. She looked familiar. Was that her? It seemed to be an image she saw in the mirror...except younger. She reached out for her too but bright light shone around the young woman, blinding her...
"Uh..."
"Ma'am? Ma'am? Are you alright?"
"Al...right..." the woman echoed. It seemed that she had blacked out for a few minutes but she was still standing. She blinked several times to clear her vision and when she did, she gasped. The once immaculate laboratory was a complete mess. The chamber from which she had been encased in was broken and toppled to its side. Computers, papers, and other apparatuses lay on the floor, littered among the debris and the bodies of some scientists.
"What happened?! WHAT HAPPENED!?" the woman yelled shrilly. She stared down at her moist hands. There was blood on them...and on her gown. She began to panic.
"What did I do?! What have I done?!"
"Ma'am, please. Calm down. We're here to help you. It's going to be fine."
"C-calm down?!" she stared with wide, frightened golden eyes at the few people left standing. "How could I calm down?! Look at this! Look at me!"
"Ma'am..."
"Don't come any closer!" the woman threatened. That same strange feeling she felt only moments before was beginning to take over her senses. "STAY AWAY! Sta---ugh!"
"There. That should help you relax for the time being," Dr. Vetra pulled out the syringe after emptying it on the woman's arm. She stepped back and watched the formula do its work.
The woman stared at her arm where the needle had been inserted, strands of her shiny black hair falling over her face. It was bleeding, but not as much. She felt a sudden surge of anger and snapped her head towards the people around her, only to find their faces swimming before her eyes...
A myriad of voices echoing from a distant tunnel. The light at the end becoming brighter and brighter...
"Look! I think she's coming to!"
A moment of silence. The woman fluttered her eyes open and slowly regained her focus. She was lying on a gurney with the blanket up to her chin and several straps locked tightly around her body.
"We're very sorry we had to do this, ma'am. You're still unstable as of the moment," Dr. Larne gave a slight nod at the orderlies, indicating that they should leave which they eagerly did. Dr. Vetra, the young lady scientist, moved in closer to the side of the gurney and gave the woman a tight smile.
"Un...stable..." the woman was calmer now, perhaps, because of the medicine from the syringe.
"Don't worry. The effect of the tranquilizers will wear off soon. Though I must admit; you woke up far earlier than expected."
"What...do you mean...unstable?" she asked, desperation in her weakened voice. There were so many questions that needed answers and in her state, she didn't think she had enough strength to speak.
Fortunately, the elderly scientist seemed to understand. He pulled up a chair for himself and sat down beside her. He then began a lengthy explanation.
"First of all, you are our corporation's prime experiment. You were fatally attacked but we were able to retrieve your body and resurrect you. For the last six years, you lay in a deep coma and that is perhaps why you have amnesia right now."
The woman tucked her lips in. Now she understood why she couldn't recall anything from her past.
"What's...my name...?" the woman questioned hesitantly. It seemed like a very weird question to ask.
"You're name is...Aiko Sanada," Dr. Larne spoke softly before giving a hard look at Dr. Vetra, who's mouth opened and closed. She took a few steps back.
"Aiko...Sanada...?"
"Yes. Aiko Sanada," Dr. Larne confirmed. "You're one of the greatest martial artists in the world and with some physical therapy to strengthen your muscles, we believe you can be better than you were before."
"Aiko...Sanada..." the name didn't sound familiar to her at all. She began to wonder if nothing will ever be familiar to her now. She couldn't even recall being a martial artist.
There was a slight pause before Dr. Larne continued.
"You worked for us as a spy and as an assassin. You were thirty-eight when we took you in so technically, that makes you forty-five but because of the miracles of cryogenics, you remain physically unchanged over the years. In fact, I'd say you look younger."
"A spy...an assassin..."
"I'll tell you more later," Dr. Larne patted Aiko Sanada's hand gently. "For now, just get lots of rest."
Aiko closed her eyes and within seconds, drifted off to sleep. At this, Dr. Larne exited the room with his young protégée.
"Um...Professor?" Dr. Vetra called after closing the door. "Why did you lie to her?"
"What do you mean?"
"You and everyone else here know very well who she is," the young scientist stated firmly. "I don't see why you should further complicate things with fabrications."
"Vivian, Vivian," Dr. Larne stopped in his tracks and turned to face her. "What do you think that woman would have done if she had known the truth? She'd surely have left us! I was ready to brainwash her anyway but due to her unexpected amnesia, it simply made things easier for all of us."
"And what if her memory comes back?"
"I'll make sure it doesn't. We're more than capable of that."
Vivian Vetra gave a slight frown before finally sighing. Everything that happened that day and everything she heard had left her very uneasy.
"Know this though, Vivian," Dr. Larne spoke in a rather threatening tone. "No one and I mean no one is to mention anything about her past to her. I'm putting you in charge of creating some false data on the computer just in case she goes snooping. From this day forth, she shall be known only as Aiko Sanada."
Chapter 4