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 4: Asuka
Tokyo City.
Japan's Capital.
A city towering with skyscrapers and bustling with several modes of transportation. People went on with their busy lives, struggling to make a living for themselves or their family in this concrete jungle of the modern world.
High atop Tokyo Tower, a young girl watched a swallow fly past her. A slight smile formed on her face while the wind took strands of her dark brown hair along its path, making them dance.
"Aha! There you are!"
The girl turned around and stared at the familiar face that was now shining with sweat.
"Hi, Mariko!" the girl greeted.
"Don't you 'Hi, Mariko' me, Asuka Kazama!" Mariko struggled to catch her breath. She smoothed her blue-black hair with her fingers and took on a stern expression. "Do you know how much trouble I had to go through just to reach you!?"
Asuka giggled and turned her attention back to bird watching. Mariko came up beside her.
"Why do you like high places so much?" she complained. "Even in school you'd be sitting on the roof of the building! We're not in school! We're just going out to have some fun!"
"I know," Asuka sighed. "It's just that...these are the only places in the city where I can see the birds and feel the wind on my face...sigh...it makes me want to spread my wings and fly..."
"Let me guess. You miss Osaka again, don't you?"
Asuka gave her friend a tight smile and stared up into the sky. Not only did she miss her hometown, but she also missed her father terribly. Her father was everything to her. He was the one who taught her the importance of all living things, great and small. It was him who gave her a strong sense of justice which she still holds to this day.
At the tender age of seventeen, Asuka had ventured off to Tokyo not only for her education, but also for her job as a member of WWWC's Junior Division. It had been her lifelong dream to become a full-time wildlife conservation officer and the junior division was the first step to reaching her goals.
"Don't worry, Asuka!" Mariko chided. "It's not as if you won't be seeing your father forever!"
"You're right," Asuka agreed.
"Come on. Professor Tanaka's surely gonna throw a fit when he finds us gone!" Mariko pulled on her friend's hand and dragged her away from the railing. The girls hurriedly made their way down the stairs and joined several of their classmates, who were also on this same field trip. When the students saw the two girls, they fell eerily quiet.
"What?!" they both said at the same time.
"Ms. Kazama?" a teacher in his late 30s gestured for Asuka to come closer.
"Yes, Professor Tanaka?"
"It's...it's about your father..."
Osaka, Japan.
At a local hospital...
Asuka held the frail hand of her father tightly and watched him in his sleep. He and several students of their Kazama dojo had been brutally attacked but her father had received the most damage. He had several of his ribs broken and needed a respirator to assist him in breathing.
The bleeping of the heart monitor went unnoticed as tears rolled down Asuka's cheek. Upon hearing the news, she had immediately flown back to Osaka to be with her father. It was also there, that she learned tof he culprit: a mysterious Chinese man who's motives for the attack were still unknown.
"Asuka Kazama?"
Asuka wiped away the rest of her tears away and turned to face a well-built, middle-aged man with long, jet black hair that reached down to his waist. The man stood stiffly with his eyes fixed firmly on Asuka.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the man apologized. "I could've sworn you were---never mind. Are you miss uh...Ms. Asuka Kazama?"
"Yes. That's me."
"I'm Lei Wulong of Hongkong Interpol," Lei nodded sharply and presented his hand which the teenager eagerly took.
"Hongkong International Police?" Asuka let go of Lei's hand. She was clearly surprised. "Does this have something to do with my father's case?"
"As a matter of fact, it does," Lei handed over a small portfolio. Asuka opened it and studied the contents. Inside, were several documents and a small photo.
"They call him Feng Wei," Lei spoke, still staring intently at Asuka. "He's a wandering martial artist who's been causing a lot of trouble back in China. We've traced him all the way here in Japan and we have reason to believe that he is responsible for the ruckus at your family dojo."
"Where is he now?" Asuka looked up with a fiery look in her eyes. A terrible injustice has been done here and she felt very much obligated to correct it.
"We don't really know for sure," Lei shook his head. "But he is one of the entrants of the upcoming Iron Fist Tournament..."
Chapter 5