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Bang!

Hwoarang jerked back a little as he watched the bullet move towards Jin. Everything was in black and white as the small piece of lead pushed against the air. Then he made the mistake of looking his victim in the eyes.

Jin's eyes were haunted. Fear of what was going to happen, hatred towards the World, loss of his future, and a sense of betrayal aimed at him, Hwoarang, who shot him.

Then a color appeared. Red. Blood Red.

It spattered all over his vision; the gory color seeping from Jin into the ancient floor of the unfamiliar house they were in. It was another memory that would be added to the faded floors. Jin's eyes fluttered close as his ragged breathing slowed to a meager pace. Hwoarang watched as the life was drained from the once great martial artist. It was all by a gun. An innocent looking, small object that was made to kill-no, destroy others.

Then the colors rushed back. The gloomy light that pervaded the area, and the dusty air that reflected the light, forming angel rays, shining down into the house, adding light to the dull surroundings. How ironic that these messages of hope were shining down on Jin, a person nearing death.

Jin's painful gasps ceased, and Hwoarang stared in horror at his still form. His hands shook unbearably, and he dropped the gun. It made a dull thump as it hit the floor. He ran. He ran away from that room, away from that death, away from that gun, and he didn't know where he was going, but anywhere was better than the place that he had murdered an innocent man.

By the time he had stopped, he was in the middle of the cursed Egyptian City. His legs were aching from over-exertion, and he was panting. He looked up and found himself right by the hotel where he had been with his friends just hours before... this.

He looked inside and saw Ling fighting several Combots. Small streams of flames surrounded the battered building, and there were people watching from the outside, cheering in languages he didn't know.

He watched as Ling was struck down. She didn't get up. Unexpectedly, he saw Jin's dying eyes again. He remembered the loss in them. It was loss for his future, his future with her.

He had already killed Jin, but he couldn't let Ling die also He owed it to Jin. He knew how much they loved each other.

His legs once again took control of his body as he ran into the building and saved the barely conscious Ling from the oncoming Combots. He scooped her up into his arms and ran outside the building. Someone was missing... Where was Julia?

"Where's Julia?" he asked the coughing Chinese girl frantically. She got control of herself and tried to speak.

"She left. She has the necklace." Hwoarang almost laughed. Julia had the necklace. They could go back home, and yet, he didn't feel like it was worth it. He set Ling down on the pavement, but before he could leave, she grasped his leg.

"Jin?" she asked. Her eyes were filled with worry, sadness, and an odd glimmer of hope. Hwoarang glanced back up, away from her and shook his head. His voice cracked as he answered her question. He felt a lone tear trace its' way down his face.

"Jin is dead."

Julia lifted her head ever so slowly. Her arm was aching as if it had been shot, and then she remembered. She had been sot. She tried to move her arms, but metal chains limited her mobility. Her legs weren't bound though. There was no way to escape. What had happened? Why wasn't she at home?

Angrily, she pulled against the metal with all of her might, but it was futile. Then she remembered something.

"Julia, I want you to keep this with you." Julia looked up at her 'mother'. She was holding a small lock pick.

"OK," Julia replied. She went to drop it in her pocket, but CC stopped her.

"Keep it on your body," she explained. She then handed Julia a thin, silver, anklet. Julia slid the key through the anklet and fastened it on to her leg. Her mother nodded.

"This might come in handy," she told her adopted daughter. Julia just nodded. She had forgotten about the anklet that very day. It never seemed to her that she would use it. The only time she noticed it was when she took a shower.

Julia gasped. How could she have forgotten? She kicked off her shoes with her unbound lags, and then she rid herself of her socks. Next, she lowered her arms as far as the chains would allow. It was suprisingly far, almost down to her waist. She bent her legs and lifted the one with the anklet up to her hand. She grabbed the lock pick and pulled on the chain. It broke without much of a hassle. Eagerly, she undid the locks to the cuffs wrapped around her wrists, and she put back on her socks and shoes. Then something fell out of her pocket. It was the necklace. Didn't they take it from her? She then examined her room for some place that she could climb out of. There was a small, barred, window in one of the upper corners.

This is almost too easy, she thought. She used the lock pit to undo the screws that kept the bars in place and scampered out the window. The place she had just escaped from had been underground. There was nothing except fields and old, badly paved streets. And there was a slightly ripped piece of paper. Julia picked the paper up and gasped. It was the map. The map to the buried treasure! Anxiously she examined it. It had words written in ancient hieroglyphics on it. Julia squinted at the symbols for a moment before she began to read. This was written in the ancient language her mother had taught her long ago! What she read shocked her immensely. Her eyes were wide, and she was almost shaking from surprise and excitement. She had to get this to Hwoarang!

Heihachi laughed as he watched Julia read the map that he had left out for her. Kazuya had never stolen the real map; his was only a copy. He knew she was the only person alive that could read what it said. He couldn't torture her for information. He had tried that before with her mother, Michelle. She had died before she had given him anything. So now he was going to watch her, and he was going to let her lead him to this buried treasure. She could recruit whom ever she saw fit, even Ling or his grandson. In fact, he needed to tell Ling that his Tekken forces weren't watching her family, and that she was free to do whatever she wanted. He had even let Kazuya have his wife back. That way he could exterminate both of them when they betrayed him. His smile broadened. He was going to make them suffer.

Jin coughed as he lifted himself off of the floor. He was looking at his hands in a mixture of wonder and horror. He clearly remembered Hwoarang shooting him, but shouldn't he be dead. There wasn't even a wound. There was no blood on the floor, and none on his outfit. It doesn't make sense, he thought. He remembered all the other times that he was injured and it didn't even scratch him. Why?

Suddenly the door swung open. Kazuya strode in, a relatively peaceful look on his face. In his arms he held a small Japanese woman. She was bloody, and she looked tired, but she was smiling broadly up at Kazuya. She was like a beautiful angel. Jin felt his heart stop.

"Mom... is that you," his mother turned and smiled at him. Tears of happiness fell from his eyes. Kazuya gently set her on the floor, and she ran into her son's arms. Tears of happiness flowed from the both of their eyes as Kazuya tried to look indifferent; however, there was a small smile on even his rough, unkind face.

Jin's mother looked up at him and said, "I've missed you so much. Now we can all be a family" Jin nodded, filled with extreme happiness, but a sudden image floated into his mind. Ling stood there, smiling sadly at him. He knew that she was still enslaved by Heihachi, and he couldn't let her suffer like that. It was pain beyond anything he had felt before, but he slowly pulled away from his mother.

"I really want to," he began, looking at her sparkling eyes, "but there is something I have to do first. I'm sorry." His mother looked up at him before she nodded.

"I understand. There are things we are put on this earth to do, and we cannot abandon the calling to do those things. Jin, you have grown so much, both mentally and physically, but you're still my baby, and I don't want to lose you. Promise me that you won't die."

Jin looked at his mother and whispered, "I promise."

Jun Kazama leaned up and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I love you, son," she whispered.

Jin smiled; he would be back soon, and then he could catch up on time missed with his mother. There was so much to catch up on. "I love you to, mom."

With that he pulled away and headed towards the hotel. He had to help Ling, but first, he had to see her and tell her how much he loved her.

Ling heard the words come out of Hwoarang's mouth, but somehow, she couldn't believe him. Jin wasn't dead. She had just seen him this morning! He couldn't be dead! It was impossible! The shocking news, mixed with her disbelief and worn down body made the world spin. She saw the Tekkenshu out of her peripheral vision, and she heard Hwoarang curse before he ran away. Then she passed out. While her head fell to the ground, she saw Jin, smiling at her. He couldn't be dead. She would know if he were.

When Ling woke up, she was once again in a hospital. The room was brightly lit, but it was sterile looking and unfriendly. Sitting beside her bed was Heihachi. That wasn't fight. Where was Jin? He was always beside her when she awoke in a hospital. She looked around. Jin was no where in sight.

"Jin is dead, and both Julia and Hwoarang are missing," Heihachi answered her unasked question. Ling tried to hide her sadness. "I have decided that you are not effective in your job. You allowed Julia to get away with the necklace. I have released your family, and you are free to go. However, if you tell anybody about this, I will kill you and your family."

Ling gulped, something in his eyes told her to do as he said. A mixture of happiness and sadness engulfed her. She was finally free, but Jin was dead. Tears of both happiness and sadness streamed down her face. Heihachi left the room, and Ling changed into a simple white dress that was left for her, along with flat sandals. Her tears increased. How ironic that she was finally free, but the person she wanted to spend her freedom with was dead. She grabbed the bundle of money Heihachi had left her for plane tickets, and she shoved it into the small handbag she was given, also from Heihachi.

She strode out of the hospital building. She hated that she had to depend on that vile man's charity. She hated him. He had enslaved her, and his selfishness had led to the death of his only grandson.

"I never even told him," she began, but she was cut off by a familiar voice.

"Told who what?" the voice asked. "You aren't cheating on me, are you?"

Ling looked up at the speaker. He was a tall, well built man with spiky black hair and incredibly handsome features.

"Jin," she cried happily, launching herself into his arms. He held her close, and Ling finally felt safe again. This was the kind of safety she only felt around him. She inhaled his familiar face and started to cry into his muscled chest. They stood there, in the middle of the street, for what seemed like hours. Finally, Ling pulled back slightly.

She reached an arm up to trace his face with her small hands, and she breathlessly asked, "is this real?"

Jin nodded and replied, "yes. It all is. You should know that I'd never leave you." He leaned down and delivered a tender kiss to her sweet lips, and she eagerly responded, wrapping her hands around his neck.

The need for air forced them to separate, and Ling said, "guess what! I'm free!" Jin looked surprised for a moment before he smiled at her. Then she continued her heart felt speech. "There's no one I want to be with more than you," she whispered to him, "Jin, I think I love you."

She watched as his eyes brightened, and he pulled her in for a more passionate kiss. She responded, trailing her fingers through his hair as he licked at her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She opened her mouth to let his tongue enter, and their tongues began the ritual battle. Ling felt complete happiness.

They finally pulled back, and a slightly breathless Jin replied, "I love you too." He pulled her in for a third kiss, and the two of them were both floating in their own heaven, where only they existed, and where nothing could tear them apart.

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