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 5: Betrayed
Kazuya paced around his hotel room, pounding each of his steps. A glass of bourbon sat forgotten on the dresser along with an open bottle of the liquor. It was raining hard outside and the monotonous sound seemed to be irritating him even more.
"Damn them! Damn them all!" Kazuya grabbed the bottle of bourbon after finally taking notice of it and took a swig. He then threw it against the marble wall, shattering it into millions of pieces. Breathing heavily, he walked over to his bed and fell upon the soft mattress, grabbing his unruly hair with his huge palm.
It was over. Everything he had worked for in the last twenty years...all of it disintegrated into nothingness. How could he not have seen it?! They had been keeping a lot of vital information from him. That alone should've been a good enough hint but he had to trust them. That was all he had left and now, it's gone along with all his ambitions.
"They will pay!" he thought angrily, the red of his eye glowing. "They will ALL pay!!!"
"Yesss...indeed, Kazuya...they will pay. We shall be merciless upon their wretched souls..."
"Shut up, Devil!" Kazuya yelled. "This has nothing to do with you! NOTHING!"
"Oh...but that's where you're wrong Kazuya..." Devil's sinister voice cackled in Kazuya's mind. "You and I are the same. You and I are one. And thanks to you, we both own the same things..."
"The same things?!"
"Was it not I who you called upon for another deal? Was it not I who gave you the very essence of my power in your blood for the resurr--"
"SHUT UP!!!"
"You can yell at me all you want..." Devil's voice began to fade. "...but once again, you have trapped yourself. You are and always will be...in...my grasp..."
Trapped. He was trapped again. It was his ambitions that blinded him from reality. There was nothing left to do now.
Kazuya's eyes snapped open as a realization dawned on him. There was hope: the Mishima Zaibatsu. He could reclaim it if and when he won the next Iron Fist Tournament from whoever was running the company right now. With the company's power in his hands, he could get his revenge on the G Corporation...and take back everything they stole from him.
Chapter 6