The Devil was, for once, talking instead of blowing shit up.
It was the first time that he had not destroyed anything since his awakening. Jin would've been shocked and amazed that a demon could act so docile. But then again, he was in the presence of Asuka, which seemed to have a calming effect on him.
Odd, seeing as she had the potential to kill him.
But in any case, here he was, leaning against one of the walls in his room, looking at the young prodigy of the Kazama-Ryu with a penetrating gaze. She looked back, unafraid, but still curious as to why the brief talk had turned into a staring match.
When either of them spoke, it was sure to be a… interesting conversation.
Kanto The Slayer presents a Tekken song fiction…
Caught Up!
Booya… The floodgates opened for this chapter. I got a bunch of positive reviews for the last one, so here's the next installment. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I said it once; I'll say it again… Tekken and all its characters are not mine. That is, until I get more cash… someone help me out?
No? Damn… Well, don't sue me, okay?
The first one to speak was Asuka, seeing as she noticed something particularly interesting about this demon. He wasn't your usual kind- they were supposed to have leathery, dragon-like wings, as well as a different appearance altogether. Well, not that much different- Jin, or whatever this thing called itself, certainly fit the pattern. Except for one thing…
"Feathers? Very interesting, for a demon."
He snorted at this, scoffing it off. "Personally, I don't like them… a bit too soft for my tastes. But I suppose they have their use… what about them?"
She smirked- so he was trying to be a bad ass, was he? Well, she saw right through it… or at least, she thought she did. "It's, nothing. They're just… nice. They're very soft and very beautiful looking. I kinda like 'em."
Devil Jin grunted at this, but couldn't help a small smile. Odd that he did not want to kill this one… she had an effect on him; that was for sure. Whether it was the One True Power or his own personal preference was to be determined. But he found that he was at ease while he was here. It was something that he didn't entirely understand, but that didn't mean that he didn't like it.
"So, uh… where exactly do you come from?"
He frowned at this. It was a long and tiring story, though he remembered every part of it. Still, she wanted to know… though her entire opinion of her "friend" would change afterwards.
"I am the other half of the one you know as Jin. He has not said his last name to you, has he? It is a shame, really… you would be surprised indeed, to know that you have something more in common with him than a mere fighting spirit."
She quirked an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?"
He smirked- a smile that was borderline evil.
"The thing that was calling out to you… at the club that evening… was the other half of his blood. The one thing that drew him to you was the same thing that cursed him. Ironic, isn't it? And the two of you had no clue- you thought it was a mere attraction."
She clinched her fists at this. It couldn't be true… could it? The two of them were related and not just two people? She shook her head. That couldn't be the sole reason she was attracted to him, she thought he was cute, that was all. Besides…
"That can't be possible. The last I heard from anything about my extended family was that something bad had happened to Jun… I didn't hear about a baby or anything. How do you know all this?"
The smile never left him. "Then allow me to tell you what your father did not bother to say…"
It was early the next morning- the sun had not even raised. She couldn't believe what was said- it all sounded like some big, evil nightmare that no one could've survived from. The fact of the matter was simple- Jin's father had made a pact with the Devil himself… and because of that promise, Jin was the price.
The very reason that Kazuya had been dropped from the cliff all those years ago remains unclear- perhaps a cruel test of strength- perhaps some other torture that had been raised by anger. In any event, the pact had gotten to the point where Kazuya had gotten what he wanted, and now wanted out of the deal.
Thing was, he couldn't get out... and thus, the second tournament. He was busy fighting his Devil side, the half of him that had not been taken wanted out of the whole deal, and wanted to be his own man, for once.
It was at this time that Jun had picked up the disturbing reports… and then, that entire mess had started.
Somehow, she managed to suppress the Devil Gene within him, and he was quite grateful for it. Not to mention the fact that he was known as a ladies' man, and had his eyes on Jun from the moment they met. However, he had to snub her efforts until he had beaten his father, whether sooner or later.
But that didn't stop him from taking what he wanted before then.
He lost however, and met his supposed end in a volcano…. Jun, however, had won. She learned of Kazuya's past in between rounds, and found the injustice more than she could bear. So she chewed her way through the competitors, one by one… then, delivered a brutal smack-down to Heihachi at the last stage of the tournament- the Mishima Zaibatsu itself.
With his arms, legs, and most everything else disabled by her powerful style of aikido, she had basically become the new champion; money, power, the entire thing. And being the humble woman that she was, she shunned it. She would much rather spend her days in peace, rather than be stressed out the whole time.
Besides, she didn't want the baby to grow up in that kind of environment. So then, she headed back to Osaka, headed towards her secluded home in the forests, and waited. Of course, she could still feel the Devil within Kazuya, even now. She was sure that he was still alive, though the fact that the demon was still in existence disturbed her.
In fact, said same Devil approached her about the still-unborn child within her, demanding that when he was of age, Jin would belong to him. Strangely enough, she agreed. It was a simple enough agreement, so long as he left them alone for now.
One would almost imagine the cunning smirk on her face as the apparition vanished…
Third tournament. Jin was of age… and one day, the same apparition had marked him with the brand on his shoulder- one that she had not seen yet. He came to his mother about it, but she told him not to worry. He would be protected in a way that not even he knew about yet.
And she wouldn't be able to tell him. Two weeks afterwards… she was dead, her house in flames. Jin heard of it later, and was very… very pissed off. He swore vengeance on the one who had killed her. Thing was, he knew just how to get it.
Of course, he had heard about his father from his mother, and heard that he was, beneath the plot for revenge and all the insanely cruel circumstances- a good man. He didn't exactly like Heihachi for what he had done, but he had to start somewhere, and learning an offensive style instead of his defensive one was a good place to start.
Heihachi had given him more than just sound training in Mishima-Ryu karate… he had given him all the tools he needed to run his empire when he passed away. But the one thing that was foremost on his mind was revenge.
Thus, when the third tournament was announced, he got his chance. Seeing as the current champion had been unfortunately eliminated, the title of the King of Iron Fist was unclaimed. The top spot was just a side bonus- he would take a life for the life that was taken.
And that he did. Unfortunately… the trap was pretty much set for him. The shot was fired by Heihachi himself, and before he walked over to the now dying Ogre, he rebuked the dying Jin.
"Heh… fool. Did you really think I would've taken the son of someone as worthless as Kazuya as my family? Pathetic."
Then, he walked away… only to hear something behind him.
It was a rush of air, from a body that was slamming through a wall. No wait…. three bodies. He turned around slowly, and stared with shock into the now red eyes of Jin Kazama.
He was in deep shit.
"Wait until a man's dead… before boasting about his death!"
Boom.
As Heihachi fell to the floor, screaming his head off, Jin's black, feathery wings burst forth, before tucking inwards in a dive towards the now seemingly dead man. His palm stretched out, and cratered him straight into the hard earth. Surprisingly, the old man's intense training kept him alive- and Jin knew it.
He still whispered in his ear before flying off, as if he would be back later…
"I'll see that you die for this. All of you."
Fourth tournament. Jin had ended up in Australia, busy unlearning his grandfather's style, and his mother's style at that. He hated everything about himself, including the man who he knew of as his father. His mother was dead, his father was cursed, and his grandfather betrayed him.
Yup… he had good reason to be angry, she thought.
So then, once the King of Iron Fist was announced yet again, he would have to pay a visit. Everyone else would just be in the way… he simply wanted to outright kill both Kazuya and Heihachi, and then himself, sooner or later.
However, it was not to be. He reached the final round, beating an even tougher Ling Xiaoyu, who was determined to help Jin in any way possible. He wouldn't have it, and shut her down after a very intense battle.
"You don't need to be concerned with my business… You have your own life. Go and live it."
But she wanted to help… you didn't have to be so cold, she commented to herself yet again.
As soon as he reached the Hon-Maru temple, everything started… the voices, the screaming, everything. But the Devil heard something else- something more than Jin's mental torture.
"Who the hell are you? You're not Kazuya!"
"Nice work, detective… I am the one you refer to as the Devil. Thanks to your… modest efforts, I get to use this human as a vessel. How should I repay you…?"
Heihachi rushed in an attack, angry that the very thing that he tried to capture had manipulated him and turned the trap into an opportunity. Unfortunately, he had become the victim of a vicious energy bolt from the Devil's hand.
"How weak… you think that your precious science can understand my power?"
He turned toward Jin and grinned wolfishly. "Now then… let's destroy this world together… boy."
But when he stretched his hand forth to transform him- even with the sacred chains, his power was enough to perform such a feat- nothing happened. He quirked an eyebrow and tried again. Nothing again.
"That's odd… why won't you change?"
Then, he slowly pieced everything together… and came to the conclusion that he should have come to a long time ago, even before all this had started. He growled furiously, cursing Jun Kazama in every language possible.
"Damn you! That's why you gave him to me so willingly; your blood protects him!"
With that, he felt something within him fighting back…
"K-Kazuya? What are you doing?"
He felt his command slipping away from him. "How dare you!"
Then, he was back to himself again… and smiled cunningly. "I see now… that's what this is all about. Well, thank you again, Jun… you have offered me a way out again. If I take what's inside him, his curse will end, and I'll be free. Simple."
He suddenly called out to him, just at the point where Heihachi had come to.
"Rise… Jin Kazama!"
The chains slipped off… he fell to the floor… and the first thing he saw was the man who tortured him within his own mind. He snarled at him viciously.
"Ah, so you don't like me very much, do you? Good. This will make things easier."
Jin took this as a signal to rush him.
Kazuya smiled. "Sorry about this… but I have to take everything!"
The rest… is set in stone.
"So… I have a cousin. Who happens to be cursed with… you, right?"
He frowned distastefully. "I would rather call it burdened with, instead of cursed. I'm actually not a bad guy… a bit misunderstood, sure… but not bad. Do you think less of Jin now?"
She shook her head. "I'm just glad that something of her family is still alive. That, and it's always nice to find that I have another person to confide in. Know what I mean?"
The Devil grunted at this. "I'm not sure he feels the same way… he will think this as all a dream of sorts. And even if he knew all this, he would push you away. Do me a favor… do not tell him any of this, lest you want your heart broken."
She nodded. "I won't. Besides… he doesn't need to know. I could play along for a while, pretend that I like him that way. Besides… I think I do anyway. And I like you as well, y'know."
He snorted. "I'm not one for affection…"
He suddenly felt something stir within him. "Ack… our little chat has come to an end. Remember, don't tell him any of this unless absolutely necessary. Got that?"
She nodded, and smiled at him. As the handsome devil lay back down, she stood and exited the room. But his voice stopped her just as she was at the door.
"Asuka…"
She turned for a moment, regarding him with a quirked eyebrow.
"Thank you."
Chapter 4: The Interview with the Devil
Awesome chapter, ne? This could be where the story branches off towards the other two girls. Or should I keep it where it is, given the circumstances? You the reader, decide their fate. As per usual, thank you for the reviews. Normally, I just take the advice, combine it with what's off the top of my head, and write.
Forgive me if the story's a bit… y'know, repetitive.. I had to put it in there. And forgive me for this whole story in general. It's just something I wanted to try, and wherever my head takes me, I tend to go.
As per usual, flames will be used to burn those who fling them.
Ja ne.
