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 14: Rebirth
Jinpachi Mishima continued to give Kazuya and Jin a penetrating glare, making them both take a few more steps back. At this, Jinpachi let out a reverberating laugh.
"Pathetic cretins..." he cackled. He shook his bald head, his sharp beard barely moving. "I certainly hope you're cowardice isn't like that of my son's. He was too weak to face up to me...or even kill me."
"Kill you?!" Kazuya questioned.
"You were much too young to understand then, Kazuya," Jinpachi crunched his knuckles. "But surely you had sensed that air of animosity between me and your father. That son of mine was too greedy...too selfish for his own good," Jinpachi shook his head again.
"History repeats itself on all of us," he continued. "We Mishimas have never been the best of fathers and we passed that trait on to our children," he rested his steely eyes over Jin Kazama. "And I'm not expecting you to have broken that curse. This boy's your son, correct? I see in him the same kind of hatred I saw in you and in Heihachi. But there's something else..."
Jin locked eyes with his great-grandfather: a man he had never known or heard about; the man whose features resembled Heihachi so much, it seemed like his grandfather had risen from the dead.
"UURRGGHHH!!!!!" Jin suddenly fell down on his knees, his fingers curling at his hair. Pain such as he's never felt before surged through his body; like fire burning his insides. Sparks, of white, purple, and red light, shot through his whole form.
"No...no...not now...not now...Kami! Please! NOT NOW!!!"
"AAAAARGGHHH!!!!"
Kazuya could do nothing but watch the spectacle unfold. His shock and amazement had nailed him to the floor. Jin was changing. Even as the brightness of the light shone through the darkness, it was clear that he was changing.
As if he had expected such event, Jinpachi simply stood still, his arms across his chest, his eyes squinting through the blinding light. An invisible force gushed through the air, almost throwing him and his grandson off the tower.
Little by little, the howling wind began to dissipate, the light slowly dimming, Jin's screams slowly dying. Kazuya lowered his arm away from his face. What he saw next was something that would forever be engraved in his mind.
"Miss? Are you alright?"
"Huh? Oh...I'm...I'm fine. Where's Jin Kazama's latest battle again?"
"Mishima tower...helipad A," the receptionist answered, a perplexed look on his face.
"How do I get there?"
"Miss...I just gave you the estate map."
Asuka looked down, her face flushing with embarrassment. She did have the map in her hands.
"Uhm...thank you," Asuka rushed out of the mansion. A sudden jolt of pain seared through her abdomen, making her stop and grimace. Then, it came again: that evil presence she had felt only minutes before.
"N-no..." Asuka began to run at a slower pace now. It may take a while for her to get to the top of the Mishima Tower, but she knew she had to get there whatever the cost.
Kazuya stepped back and watched in awe as the creature before him shook its dark wings. Black feathers followed along the wake of the breeze it mustered.
"Not a single white feather..."
When its wings fully unfolded and towered around it, Jin Kazama's face came into view. Dark markings spread across his chest and on his forehead. Long, sharp horns shot out from both sides of his skull. His lips were dark and his once brown eyes were now the color of ice.
No. He was no longer Jin Kazama. It was clear by his blank yet evil expression that he wasn't the man he was. His dirty blood...his Devil Gene...had finally taken hold of him. He was now a creature of darkness.
"Bravo," Jinpachi clapped his large hands softly and laughed. "You may be able to defeat me after all..."
Another bright light shone, but not from Jin. This time, the light came from Kazuya.
"If you think he's the only one..." both his eyes shone an evil red glow, "...YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!!!"
Jinpachi scowled and closed his eyes to shield them from Kazuya's blinding light. Devil Jin stood as still as a statue, unfazed by his father's transformation.
When Kazuya's light dimmed down, another devilish creature stood in his place. Its wings, unlike Jin's, were sharp, leathery and bat-like. His horns were thick and yellow, his skin purple, his eyes red. Still, his features, down to his scars, were that of Kazuya's.
"Enough with the circus act..." Jinpachi hunched down to his fighting stance. "Let's see how well you do in battle..."
Chapter 15