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 fanfics, Tekken 5: The Kazama-Mishima Connections & The Kazama-Mishima Connections 2. Rated G
Disclaimer: Kazuya Mishima, Jun Kazama, Jin Kazama, Asuka Kazama, Wang Jinrei, Ling Xiaoyu, Hwoarang, Steve Fox 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: Unearthing Secrets
"Oni-chan! Dad's not stupid. He's probably locked the door!"
"He was drunk last night, wasn't he?" Jin let out a smirk and held up a key. "I got this one out from Dad's pocket when we helped him back to his room."
"Why, you sneaky devil!" Asuka giggled. Jin's smile widened at the irony. He fumbled with the keyhole before the door opened and they snuck in quietly.
"Whoa..." Asuka looked around, clearly impressed with the size of the room as well as all the antique and hi-tech furnishings. "This is some office. Have you ever been here before?"
"Once," Jin answered, walking over to the large oak desk. "Heihachi had this locked when he took over but I accidentally discovered it in one of my expeditions back when I was sixteen. Hmm...I see Dad's had this whole room redone."
"Nice view," Asuka peeked through the curtains. "It overlooks some windows, but I can't see anyone in that room. Hey. You think Dad's old files are still here?"
"I hope so," Jin sat back on the office chair and began going through some papers on the desk. "Here's a list of the participants. Got a lot of details too."
"Oh?" Asuka turned slightly to her brother. "Any new players?"
"Lots," Jin began rummaging through the folders. "Mostly wackos who think they have a chance especially with Heihachi gone. What kind of a name is Malaki anyway? Heh...there's even this woman"
"Why!" Asuka whipped her head around, suddenly growing defensive. "You think women can't compete!"
"N-no," Jin shook his head vehemently, surprised by his sister's fury. "I'm just saying...well, look! See her occupation?"
"Model?" Asuka widened her eyes when she saw the profile. "Eva Castinelli, huh? Doesn't look too strong. Maybe we should've told Dad to cut off the prize money," Asuka chewed on her lip as she continued to study the pictures. "Can't see her face clearly with that scarf around her head and those sunglasses."
"Most of the new comers here have bad shots," Jin noticed. "They haven't had their official photos yet. Silly. These look like really bad paparazzi shots: something you'd never want to have printed."
"Yeah," Asuka handed back the folder and walked towards a strange door that had caught her attention. "Checked the drawers yet?"
"I was about to," Jin reached for the drawers but just as he was about to pull it open, he heard Asuka shriek.
"Oh, my God!" Asuka framed her face with her palms as she stared with amazement at the room she had just discovered. Jin rushed to her side and was immediately dumbstruck. They were staring at a large walk-in closet, filled not with clothes, but with...
"SNEAKERS!" Asuka shrieked again. "Oni-chan! I think I just found sneaker heaven!" she rushed inside the closet and began ogling over the thousands of pairs surrounding her, constantly picking one after the other, trying to see which ones would fit.
"Whoa..." Jin muttered, slowly turning in circles.
"Amen, to that!" Asuka agreed. "These things still have their price tags and they cost some serious cash! I could build our family temple ten times over with a single pair!"
"I don't mean that," Jin carefully took out one pair and ran his finger over the logo. "This is the Sparz GX3! Only fifteen pairs were ever produced! And the Kidlat flash! A limited edition pair last made seven and a half years ago on March second! And this"
"How do you know so much about sneakers?" Asuka gave her brother a suspicious look, causing him to blush heavily.
"I just know, okay!" he growled. "Put those back were you found them!"
"Hey! These are great pairs and they fit! See?" Asuka showed him but then, frowned. "Okay, they're a little big but I can fix that. These are so cute!"
"That's the Fireflight 7 series! Take it off! Take it off now!"
"Jeez! You don't have to be so pushy about it!" Asuka complained and put the shoes back in place. Once they were out of the closet, she pulled on Jin's sleeve. "You really do know a lot about sneakers! You into sneaker collecting yourself?"
"I never said anything like that!" Jin tugged his sleeve roughly from his sister's grasp. "Besides, those pairs obviously belong to Dad. If he finds we've been in there, he's gonna eat us alive! Now, pipe down and help me on our research! He might show up at any given time!" Jin sat down heavily on the chair and opened the drawers while Asuka smiled smugly at him.
"That's strange..." Jin squeezed his thick eyebrows together.
"What?"
"There's a hidden compartment here. It's partially open. Dad must've gone through it last night," he carefully pried out the thin, ply wood bottom of the drawer, revealing a folder, marked PERSONAL, as well as several rolls of film.
"Nice way to ward off curiosity," Asuka laughed, indicating the bold letters on the folder. Jin chuckled in agreement and opened it. The siblings' mocking laughter stopped the moment they saw what was inside.
"Is that...Mom?" Asuka widened her eyes. Jin could only nod as he began rifling through every single one of the photos. It was taken way back during the second Iron Fist Tournament, over twenty years ago.
"They're all of her. All of it," Asuka took a handful of the pictures. "They're pretty candid. And if I'm not mistaken, this one's taken from the balcony. See how she's sitting by the fountain?"
"Yeah."
"She's very beautiful," Asuka sighed. "Even photogenic without her knowing it. And...whoa..."
"What?"
Asuka said nothing. Instead, she handed an enlarged photo, which contained Jun, along with Michelle Chang and Nina Williams. They were all in bathing suits and they were at the Mishima's private beach.
"Well...I never thought I'd see Mother in this outfit," Jin blinked. "This one, they obviously posed for."
"Not these," Asuka showed him some more candid pictures of Jun in her bathing suit. She had a smile on and it was clear that she was enjoying her time at the beach. However, as the siblings rifled on through the pictures, it seemed that Jun began to grow uncomfortable: as if she sensed someone watching.
And then there were more pictures: this time, far more, as the folder stated, personal. They were photos of Jun, taken from somewhere outside the window of her room in the Mishima mansion...and she was in her nightgown, the light from her bedside lamp making the garment flimsy. The next several shots were like freeze frames, as Jun began to undress.
"Enough!" Asuka cried out, closing the folder. "I don't want to see more!"
"Don't want to see what!" Jin shot up from the seat after he had returned the folder to its proper place. "Don't want to see that I was right about Dad's obsession! Only a man with a dirty mind coul"
"I said STOP IT! Those pictures"
"Are the ultimate proof!" Jin cut off his sister's sentence. "If Dad could be that obsessed with sneakers, how much more could it be for Mother! He lied to us again! He lied to us so that we would help him! He raped her! Twice!"
"You're always jumping to that conclusion!" Asuka now had tears flowing down her cheeks. "It's like you want to...that's it. You want us to become rape children! You're so blinded by your unnecessary hatred for Dad that you're willing to believe anything bad about him...even to the point of demeaning yourself!"
"Asuka..."
In angry silence, Asuka quickly fled the office, leaving her brother to swallow back his words.
Chapter 4