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. This is also the sequel to my previous fanfic, Tekken 5: The Kazama-Mishima Connections. Rated G
Disclaimer: Kazuya Mishima, Jun Kazama, Jin Kazama, Asuka Kazama, Ling Xiaoyu, 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: Seek and You shall Find
The ticking sound of the wall clock echoed within the four walls of a small room in a bed and breakfast. It was way past midnight but Jin Kazama was still pouring over his laptop. He drained his cup of coffee to the bottom and put it down with a thud. He dragged his palm repeatedly over his eyes to rid it of sleep.
Sighing heavily, he turned off his laptop and fell on the bed. It was no use. His hacking skills weren't as good as he would've liked them to be. Sure, he knew how to squeeze some confidential information from the Mishima Zaibatsu, but none of those stated the whereabouts of his father, Kazuya Mishima.
Jin reached for his wallet and took out one of the few pictures he had salvaged from their burnt cottage six years ago. It was a picture of him and his mother, way back when he was about four or five. As far as he could recall, it had been taken by his uncle, who had once visited them in the secluded forests of Yakushima.
Jin returned the photo to his wallet and put it on the dresser. Once again, he thought back to the night he saw his mother for the first time in over six years. Compared to the picture he had with him, Jun now had a more slender figure and she looked somewhat younger than her true age.
"Mother...oh, Mother. What have they done to you?" Jin shook his head. He still couldn't understand why the G Corporation would subject his mother to the Devil Gene. What was their purpose? To make her into a powerful assassin? Certainly, Jun had easily overpowered Jinpachi in less than a minute when it had taken a longer time for Jin and Kazuya to do so. But of all people, why her? What was so special about her in terms of genetics? She's just another human being.
"Or is she?" Jin shuddered at the thought. What if his mother was indeed, not human? If she were another being, it would certainly explain the differences between him and his father. But what is she then?
"Damn it! Why do things have to be so complicated?!" Jin opened the dresser and took out some sleeping pills. He had just started using these for his stress-induced insomnia. He knew he had to find Kazuya...fast. Only his father can give him peace of mind now.
At that precise moment, a mere few hundred meters away, a man sits, quietly in his car, staring up at a certain window of the local bed and breakfast. He released a trapped breath and closed his laptop. He turned his attention to the gold locket dangling on a gold chain before him, which he had hung around the rearview mirror. He opened the locket, staring once again, at the two pictures inside.
"I'm a fool. A damned fool!" Kazuya Mishima thought, grunting when a jolt of pain traveled through his shoulder. His arm was still in a sling after Jun Kazama had shot him. Still, he knew that the bullet wasn't for him.
Kazuya collided his forehead softly with the steering wheel. He still couldn't understand why he had saved his son, nor does he really want to know why. He had wanted to carry on with his facade of hatred and indifference but it was now obvious that nothing lasts forever. He knew that all too well...and in more ways than one.
Kazuya looked at the window again. The light was still on and Jin's silhouette could be seen through the curtains. Clearly, he was pacing back and forth in his room, unable to find the peaceful oblivion of sleep. Unbeknownst to him, his father had been following him around Japan. For the last several days, Kazuya had contemplated on telling the boy everything, but can't seem to find the right opportunity or motivation to do so. What was the point if Jin knew the truth about his parents? Sure, it has some relevance, but not as much as the other aspects.
Mindlessly, Kazuya reopened his laptop and studied the information he had managed to hack from the G Corporation. It held some vital information, but produced no real answers to the most important questions he had. He tried again.
And then, a hit. An unexpected hit. Kazuya hunched over the computer and began typing non-stop. Something fishy was going on in the corporation. After a few more minutes of getting past security codes, he got what he needed...and more. Far more than he had bargained for.
"No. No! Damn that Larne!!" he cursed and grabbed his cell phone.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Oh, for crying out loud!!" Jin grumbled and shot up angrily from bed. He had just drifted off to sleep and now, this. He opened the door wide. "WHAT!?"
"G-Gomenasai! Gomenasai!" a boy apologized, bowing several times. "You are uhmm..." he looked at a piece of paper in his hand. "Mr. Jin Kazama?"
"Yes," Jin calmed down. "What is it?"
"Momma sez you have a phone call," the boy pointed at the receptionist table downstairs. "We wouldn't have disturbed you, but the guy sez it's important."
"Who the hell could that be?" Jin wondered out loud and bounded down the stairs. He had an idea that it may be Hwoarang, his greatest rival in the Iron Fist Tournament...or so the Korean lad says.
"Probably wanting to challenge me again," Jin rolled his eyes. He took the call.
"Hello?"
"Jin."
Jin froze at the sound of the voice.
"Ka...Father?!"
"We need to talk."
Chapter 4