A Devil.

One with white eyes, black wings, twisted, unsightly horns, clawed hands… and for some odd reason, wearing a sadistic grin that was completely unlike the young man that he held by the neck in his vice-like grip.

His grin widened as one who was considered to be one of the strongest struggled in vain, trying to break himself free from his dark mirror. But he could not… he was forever trapped by the one thing that held his very life together. The very blood that beat inside of him- he was marked. Scarred. Cursed by it.

And he couldn't let anyone know.

"Just stop fighting… give in to me. I will show you a power beyond your imagining. We do not need anyone else- just you and I."

The young man struggled, only to find that the grip tightened as he did so. Still… he could not become what he hated- what he swore to destroy for all these years. He could not become another Devil.

"Go back to hell!"

The grin turned into a grimace. "Only after you… Jin."

Snap…


Kanto The Slayer presents a Tekken song fiction…

Caught Up!

Okay, you guys apparently wanted more of this. I can't say that I blame you… this is turning out to be one pretty decent piece of work. Sorry for the late update on this chapter… just had a few things to take care of first.

Standard Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't bother pulling out your sue stick, Mr. Lawyer. I have sharp teeth and a sword.


Jin woke up in a cold sweat, the pseudo memory of his own neck being snapped like a common twig by his darker half still fresh in his mind. He looked around franticly, trying to find the one who had come in and killed him without hesitation.

Nothing. No one.

A dream… Damn it all, why can't I get a decent sleep?

His phone rang harshly- he would've preferred waking to that than the sharp reminder of what was inside of him. His eyes narrowed in anger at the very thought that he should be stuck with a lasting legacy of his father.

Damn you too, old man. You and Heihachi both.

He found the phone a good excuse to get out of his bad mood. He picked it up and spoke wearily into the receiver. "Hello?"

"Jin! Something's happened!"

"Asuka? What gives? I was sleeping…"

She blushed on the other end of the line, seeing as she had caught him at a bad time. But for some odd reason, he was the first one that she called, as well as Miharu and Ling. Perhaps the four of them could think of a way out of this mess.

"Sorry, but it's important! As soon as you can, head down to the dojo where we sparred at; something bad went down! Ling and Miharu are already on their way, I think…"

"Sounds serious… I'm heading over now, too. Just stay calm, okay?"

"Oh, I'm perfectly calm- as calm as one can be when someone crashed your school!"

Then, she hung up.

He quickly got out of his bed and got dressed- jeans and his black shirt, along with a white suede jacket- nothing special, really. All the while, he had a bad feeling about the entire situation. Asuka sounded half devastated, half angry.

Never a good combination. Just what happened over there in Osaka?


It was later that afternoon when the bus arrived, and police were everywhere around the dojo. Jin headed toward the scene, wondering what had happened to have such a large force around the area.

"Be careful, he could still be around. Fists are registered as deadly weapons-"

So, there was a fight. From what I see here, it was a bad one. But where's Asuka?

She and a plainclothes cop were talking- no, more like arguing. He walked over, making sure not to get caught while crossing the police line, and approached them, catching the end of their conversation.

"…I don't care if you're looking for him! When I see this guy, I'm going to beat the crap out of him first, and then think about giving him to you once I'm done!"

The cop sighed. "I understand how you feel, but this is a police matter now. Just let me handle it- I'm sure I can stand up to this guy, no matter how tough he thinks he is."

"And you're saying that I'm not tough, is that it?"

Jin decided to cut in at this point. "He'd better not be- I'd hate to see him severely hurt."

They both turned to him, one with a confused expression, and the other with relief.

"Jin! You came! Hey guys, get over here, he's here!"

He looked at the cop with a neutral expression on his face, while the cop stared at him before his face lit up in recognition. He had the tact to speak in a whisper, however.

"Kazama?"

"Detective Wulong. Been a while, hasn't it? And try not to say my last name around here… I've abandoned this place."

"Right… whatever you say. Would you try talking her into giving up chasing this guy? He killed someone a few days ago- we just got the report in yesterday."

As Ling and Miharu scampered over to where they were, Jin sighed. Why did he have to be the one to handle the problems? Sure, he was good enough at it, apparently… but did people have to rely on him so much?

"That's your department; I came to see Asuka here. So go do your business, and leave her alone for now."

Lei shrugged. "Fine, I will. Just keep her busy."


After Asuka explained the situation, the other two nodding sympathetically- as well as in perfect sync, to Jin's immense humor, he sighed to himself. An unprovoked attack against another dojo was strictly forbidden, much less any sort of challenge or competition at all.

On top of that, this man had killed his own master when he tried to discipline him for breaking said rule. Or, so he had heard from Lei. So then, he had more than one person after him now. The question was, why ask him for help?

"To get ready for the tournament, what else? You're entering, right?"

He nodded, though his reasons were not entirely for revenge… but then again, it was something that she did not have to know.

"Well then, from the moment these goons leave, I want you to spar with me from today until the tournament starts. I have to get this guy back for putting dad in the hospital!"

He closed his eyes and sighed. "The Art isn't to be used for revenge. I won't practice with you if you go through with this. Besides, I have my own reasons for entering the tournament-"

"That's not the point- it's not about revenge! This is about honor… justice! He didn't just put father in the hospital; he broke the rules, roughed up the students and trashed the dojo, like you see here! You tell me whether I have a good enough reason or not!"

Jin cringed at her yelling. Well, she certainly was passionate about it, and she did have a point. He recklessly challenged another dojo to a match, breaking the rules. Not only that, but he went one step lower and injured many, putting the master in the hospital. And not only that, but he had used the Art to kill…

"Fine, I'll do it. I don't like this guy much, either."

She smiled triumphantly. "I figured you would, once you thought about it hard enough. For a moment there, I was afraid I would have to beat it into your head…"

"…and that would not work, as you've seen before. Okay, I'll stay until later on tonight. Then, I'll probably be too tired to even stand… but I'll just take the bus home anyway. I'm used to being drained."

She laughed at this. "C'mon, let's head to the back and change into something more… fitting for the occasion."


A few rounds of sparring later, after the police had cleared out and they had restored some semblance of order to the training hall, Jin was indeed drained. He was somehow back in his clothes from the day, though he was just about too tired to move much of anything.

"Um… you sure you should just walk around like that? Our little session was pretty intense- just like last time. You sure don't pull any punches, do you?"

He shook his head. "I don't have the time to waste on going easy on people who want to fight. For me, it's either all or nothing. But I can still walk, so I can help myself out of here. But thank you for the match- I don't think I need to spar with you all that much."

She pouted cutely. "But I want you to spar with me. It's much more fun doing it with someone who won't hold back for anything. Makes me feel a lot better… relieves stress, you know? Besides, it's better than being alone, right?"

Better than being alone… Maybe you would say differently if you knew what I was.

"Maybe so…. Thank you."

She smiled warmly at him. "Y'know, you can stay over if you want. There are rooms for that in the back as well, just in case something like this happens. And don't say that you'd be imposing or intruding; this is an invitation. Whether you accept or refuse doesn't matter much to me. You just look a little tired to be moving around, that's all."

He had a specific reason why he would not impose on anyone's hospitality… there was the chance that during the time he was asleep, he would outright destroy the place in which he was sleeping. But somehow… somehow, he felt a bit safer here. And so, he took a risk.

It would be the first of many he would take.

"I accept. Thank you."


"Sooner or later, you will be mine…"

The Devil again.

The same dream, save for the fact that he was in the now destroyed and still burning ruins of Hon-Maru, where he had struck down both his father and grandfather in an epic battle. The flames weakened him severely, while the demon within him seemed to be unharmed. He looked relaxed, as if he were right at home, and sat on the stairs that led up to the shrine.

"It's painful, isn't it? The heat, I mean. Why not just give in? I'm sure that it will be over, just as soon as you do."

Jin choked on the smoke, the heat searing him. But his resolve stayed firm as he fought the evil within his mind. "I won't back down to the likes of you. I'll burn before I do!"

"Ah, but the woman… she will die if you are dead, yes?"

He looked up sharply. "You wouldn't dare…"

The Devil cackled madly. "All I want is the power… his power. The one known as Jinpachi has everything… and I want everything. Perhaps then… I can live in peace, and so can you. But if you die now… she will die as well. He will come after her with everything in his power, for she has the One True Power."

"What are you saying?"

The Devil laughed again. "You mean you haven't felt it? The power of her soul is immense! Glorious! Surely you have not seen it before?"

He gasped, completely in shock. She did have the same sheer, unbridled power as his mother, and she managed to command it with such skill that it was almost surreal. If she focused all of her will into an attack, and hit someone like… say Kazuya in his Devil phase…

"Yes. He would die."

But Jin had one doubt that lingered in his mind. One sole thought.

"Why in the hell are you trying to help me? You've been my bane for years…"

The Devil had a solemn, determined look on his face. "Because he plans to destroy everything. I cannot have that happen- I must take everything before he does so. I must be whole before he can act."


Asuka awakened in the middle of the night, sensing that something was amiss. She didn't know how or why she had, but she could sense it- and it was coming from Jin's room. She was a little irritated that her so called "alarm system" had gone off while she was asleep, but her spiritual sensitivity was far too high.

So she got up and walked over to his room, peeking inside. The air was thick with a destructive force that threatened to break out of the room if provoked to anger. She was a little startled that this was coming from Jin, but only just a little. Somehow, she knew that it was, from the way that he fought her- but she wasn't about to back down now.

Slowly, so as not to make any noise, she opened the door. Sure, he was asleep… but things about him had changed. His hair was somewhat longer, and he had certain markings on his face that looked… surreal. Not of this earth.

He looked like a demon.

She didn't care. She suspected it from the moment they had first sparred together. No one had been able to amass that kind of power unless they had been training for a lifetime, but here was Jin, able to consistently knock her to the ground without a fuss, and mostly with one hit.

Surprisingly, to her at least, she had been able to do the same, making them even.

But she had not expected anything like this, although she was not afraid in the least. Underneath, she knew somehow that Jin was still there. He could just… change when he was in an overly tense situation, that's all. Yes, that had to be it.

She suddenly realized that although he didn't pull any punches, Jin could never use his full power around her, because it was a controlled fight. She was grateful for that- she didn't want to die, just spar.

But still… he looked fearsome nonetheless. No wonder he was so tentative about telling his past, or even staying the night- he was afraid that he would either scare people away, or destroy anything that he touched while he was asleep. And he was changing already, before her eyes. She watched in amazement as even the horns slowly emerged from his head, and the wings slowly spread from his back, even while he was asleep.

This is all too freaky… but at the same time, it's so cool. I like this side of him, too.

She reached a hand out and touched the soft silken feathers of one wing… and then, his eyes snapped open, making her pull back in shock.

"Having fun, Asuka?"


Chapter 3: The Crime Scene

Whoops… well, this should be interesting. –cackles evilly- What am I going to come up with for next chapter? Should the tale end now with Asuka's death and the awakening of hell on earth? Should I have him fly off into the night, never to return? Or is this going to be an Interview with the Devil?

You decide.

Reviews are welcomed, flames will be ignored.

Ja ne.