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 11: Are you my father?
Asuka was on pins and needles as she ran through the dojo, making sure that everything was in tip top shape. Every time a car went passed, she would stop whatever she was doing and rush to the entrance, only to be disappointed.
Jin had finally agreed to visit Osaka's Kazama dojo. It took Asuka about an hour's worth of phone conversation to convince him, but it paid off. Jin was coming. He was clearly reluctant and skeptical about her story, but when she told him about her...or rather, their uncle, he became strangely interested.
Though she was quiet excited and nervous about her brother's arrival, she was somewhat upset. At one point, during their conversation, she had asked him if his father, Kazuya, might be her father too but Jin said it couldn't be possible. Kazuya himself had attested to this when he said he had spent only a single night with Jun and that was from over twenty years ago: the night Jin was conceived.
Asuka walked back to the house after another futile dash to the gate. In the distance, she saw her uncle, in a deep conversation with a man. She immediately recognized him to be the Interpol Detective from the tournament, Lei Wulong.
"Ah. Good afternoon, Ms. Kazama" Lei greeted when he saw her coming. He gave her a warm smile before he turned back to Master Kazama. "Take care of yourself, now. I'll visit soon. Sayonara. You too, Ms. Kazama."
Asuka watched the detective leave, a spark igniting in her mind. She swiveled her head towards his uncle, who was also staring off into space.
"Father" she interrupted. "Why does Mr. Wulong visit so often"
"I forgot to tell you" Master Kazama looked up at his niece apologetically. "He and I have been friends for years and years. It's only now that he had a chance to visit. He's also a good friend of your mother's. They met in the second Iron Fist Tournament, when they were both assigned the same mission: to investigate the Mishima Zaibatsu."
"How close where they"
Master Kazama looked up at Asuka, as if to make sure she had indeed asked the question. With a heavy sigh, he turned his wheelchair about and began to move himself away slowly.
"If you're thinking that he could be your father, I don't have the answer to that" Master Kazama wheeled himself further away. "Nor do I have the right to tell you. You can ask him. He knows a lot about your mother."
With that, Asuka pounded her feet on the cobblestone path and called on to Lei.
"Mr. Wulong! Wait"
"Huh? Oh, Asuka. Is there a problem"
Asuka stopped and put her hands on her knees to steady herself. After wiping the sweat from her brow, she looked up at the detective, her brown eyes searching for resemblances in herself. So far, all she could see was that they had the same characteristic eyes of Japanese and Chinese people. And, they were both Asians.
"Yes, Ms. Kazama" Lei questioned, quite flustered at the way the girl was scrutinizing him.
"Did you know my mother"
"You're mother" Lei took on a somber look before he erased that with a smile. "Yes. Jun Kazama. I knew her. You look just like her you know."
"How much did you know her" Asuka pursued, her voice taking on a desperate tone. Lei seemed to sense what was coming.
"I knew her very well, I guess" he looked up at the clouds that sailed past, its dark gray color signaling the coming of a downpour. "She was...very young, very naive when I met her, with a strong sense of what was right and what was wrong. Her innocence was her downfall and she..." he cleared his throat. "Who am I to judge her? Still, your mother is somebody you will undoubtedly be proud of. I'm sorry you never got to meet her."
Asuka bit her lip. She hadn't told her uncle that her mother was still alive so it was understandable, that Lei Wulong had no idea of the situation either. It was something Jin had wanted to keep a secret...for the time being.
"You do look a lot like her" Lei commented. "Same eyes...same lips...slightly similar noses. You're just as beautiful as she once was."
"Are you my father" Asuka suddenly blurted out. Detective Wulong swallowed hard. A strong, chilly breeze swept down upon them, playing with the strands of their hair as the pink petals of a nearby cherry tree danced along with the wind. Lei closed his eyes and slowly opened them again. He put one hand on Asuka's shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze.
"Like I said, Asuka: your mother was a very beautiful, very kind and very spirited young woman" Lei started. "Any man would be crazy not to fall in love with her at first sight. I confess, I was quite smitten with her for a while, but when I realized that she would never return my feelings, I gave up.
"Sadly, Asuka, I'm saying exactly what I'm trying to say. I'm not your father. I never had the chance to be your father. If you were indeed, my daughter, I would've owned up to it immediately. You're very special. I'm sure your real father would be proud of you. He'd have to be insane not to acknowledge you."
"Do you know my real father" Asuka looked up at him expectantly. She was already close to tears with disappointment.
"I lost contact with Jun after the second tournament so I only knew of Jin's father. I was quite shocked myself to learn that Jun had another child."
"My brother's father? Kazuya Mishima"
"I see you've heard of him already" Lei nodded.
"I met him at the tournament" Asuka explained. "I wasn't with him long enough to get an assessment of his character, but even though he always seems to be angry, there's just something about him...that strangely...makes me feel...how do I put this...uhmm...safe."
"That's what Jun used to say..."
"What was that, Mr. Wulong"
"Huh? Oh! Look at the time" Lei looked at his watch in surprise. "I have to get going or I'll miss the train. I'll tell you this though, Asuka. You're mother isn't the type to sleep around. Good luck on your search and I really hope I've helped you in some way. Bye, for now."
Asuka watched Lei Wulong make his way out the dojo gates. She pressed her lips tightly together. Now, that she got a good look at him, she knew he couldn't be her father. There were no resemblances between them whatsoever. Finding out about her lineage was going to be harder than she originally thought but at least she got further insight on who her mother once was.
Slowly, she turned around but she saw something that made her stop. When the person walked closer and entered the wooden gates, she broke out into a wide smile.
"Jin"
Chapter 12