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 13: Closer to the End
"Feng Wei wins!"
The announcer's voice reverberated through the stadium. With an arrogant smile pasted on his thick lips, Feng Wei raised his fist into the air, further enticing the crowd into an uproar. He then turned his attention back to his fallen opponent, who was struggling to get back on her feet.
"You're much too young to be taking on me, little girl," Feng Wei spoke. "Go home and cry to your Daddy," with a resonating laugh, he made his way out of the stadium and on to the next level.
"N-no..." Asuka Kazama groaned in pain. She was still curled up on the floor, pain searing from her abdomen. She had lost her fight with Feng Wei...and she hated herself for it. It was then that she understood why her father had been defeated. This man was much stronger than she had anticipated.
Several orderlies came, carrying a first aid kit and a gurney but Asuka resisted.
"N-no...I...I'm alright. I...can still..."
"Ms. Kazama, please allow us to help you. You may have some broken bones and--"
"NO! I can still do it!" Asuka painstakingly got up on her feet. Yes, she was alright. Bruised, battered...but still alright.
Suddenly, a strange feeling began to overwhelm her entire form. The sounds and the cheers of the onlookers dimmed down. Asuka's heart began to pound maddeningly in her chest. What was happening to her? Why couldn't she feel her legs?
She saw someone in the audience, staring intently at her. She stared back at the stranger. Her body became numb all over. Then, everything went black.
Jin rushed off to his next level before the announcer could even declare his victory. He had been doing this in the last several levels. He wanted to finish the tournament at the soonest possible time. Now, he was only one battle away from the finals and that was with his father, Kazuya Mishima.
Jin hurried up the stairs. His previous battles had barely let him break a sweat so the flight of stairs wasn't a problem. When he reached the top, Kazuya was already waiting for him.
"You're late," Kazuya spoke.
"You're early," Jin retorted.
Kazuya sniggered, recalling how he had waited for Jin on this very helipad a few months before. He wasn't able to do battle with him then because of Heihachi. But now, nothing was going to stop them; not even the malevolent spirit struggling to take control of him at this very moment.
"Before we start..." Jin breathed deeply, trying his best to stay calm. "I want to know certain things..."
"Like what?" Kazuya crossed his arms across his chest.
"I want to know what happened between you and Mother all those years ago," Jin blurted out.
Kazuya blinked rapidly. Try as he might, he couldn't hide his surprise. He certainly didn't expect this to be his son's first question. He shook his head.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally gave out his response.
"Alright. I'll tell you," Kazuya took on his fighting stance. "If you can defeat me, that is..."
"Finally, you're awake!" Ling sighed exasperatedly and stood up from the couch. She pulled up a chair for herself and sat by Asuka's side.
"My...head..." Asuka propped herself up with her elbow, her fingers curling at her hair. She was still in her clothes but the nurses had cleaned and dressed her wounds.
"I heard what happened," Ling said. "Asuka...are you okay?"
"Yeah...yeah. I'm fine," Asuka stared curiously at her friend. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I know you're frustrated at not being able to defeat Feng Wei but..." Ling bit her lip. "I don't think you should've done what you did."
"Why? What did I do?"
"You don't remember?!" Ling asked, surprised.
"I fainted. That's all I could remember."
"You don't remember beating up the orderlies?!"
"I beat up the--" Asuka choked on her words.
"Yeah," Ling nodded. "You went crazy and knocked out three of them. The medical staff had to call for back up. You only calmed down when they used tranqs on you."
"Kami..." Asuka shook her head in disbelief. "I...I really don't..."
"Must be because of your concussion up here," Ling indicated the top of her head. "Either that, or it's the tranqs."
"The tournament...what happened? Did somebody win already?"
"Not yet. But the finals are just starting."
"I reckon you didn't win."
"No," Ling pouted and spread her arms wide. "I lost to a stupid kangaroo! Can you believe the embarrassment?! I shouldn't have underestimated that thing," she twisted her mouth. "This tournament has the weirdest participants."
Asuka giggled but then, remembered something.
"Jin. What happened to Jin?"
"He made it to the finals. No surprise there," Ling shrugged. "He won the third tournament, you know. He might win this one too. Hey--wha?! Asuka! Where are you going?!"
Asuka stopped by the door and gave out a heavy sigh. She turned to face Ling with an expression that made the Chinese girl very concerned.
"Something tells me that I won't be seeing him for much longer..." Asuka answered. "I can't explain it but...I have to talk to him before that happens..." she closed the door.
"Jin Kazama wins! Please proceed to the next level."
Kazuya panted heavily, hunched up on all fours. Sweat poured furiously from his temples. He lost. He lost to his son. And he didn't know what to make of it.
Struggling up on his feet, Kazuya locked his eyes with Jin's. Jin himself was breathing heavily, his face shining with sweat; nonetheless, he had won.
"What are you waiting for?!" Kazuya barked. "You won! Don't stand there and rub it in! Didn't you hear the announcer?!"
"You can take my place and go to the final stage for all I care. I didn't come here to win," Jin said. "I came here for answers. Now...tell me what happened between you and Mother."
Kazuya didn't answer.
"Well?!" Jin's voice was starting to get louder. "Hmph! I should've known you'd lie to--"
There was a presence behind him. And Jin knew that this was why Kazuya couldn't speak. He turned around and what he saw made him take several steps back to where his father stood.
Towering before them was a giant of a man, with piercing silvery-gold eyes. His dirty-white beard shot sharply out both sides of his cheek, his long, straggly hair flaring behind him. Even as this man stared at them calmly, he had an aura about him that demanded respect...and fear.
"You all made me wait so long I got bored," he spoke in a thunderous voice. He turned his eyes towards Kazuya. "Hmm...I see you've grown, Kazuya."
"Kazuya..." Jin turned his face slightly. "Who is that?"
"Jinpachi..." Kazuya's voice was barely above a whisper. "Jinpachi Mishima...my...my grandfather..."
Chapter 14