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 4: Friend
Asuka stared off into the vast blue skies looming above her, searching for even a single bird to comfort her tumultuous heart; but none of them appeared. Sighing in exasperation, she leaned her elbows on the balcony's marble banister, her thoughts lingering over the fight she just had with Jin. It was one of the many arguments that they have had since they learned themselves to be siblings; however, this was probably their worst brawl. Asuka was mostly angry at her brother for inserting new doubts into her mind about their father. She wanted to love Kazuya just as much as she loved her uncle; but with his erratic behavior and Jin's constant criticism, it was getting harder to do so.
"I thought I'd find you here," a familiar voice said, making Asuka turn about sharply, a wide smile rippling along her lips.
"Ling Xiaoyu!"
The girls did a quick hug before they let go and laughed.
"Sorry I was late," Xiaoyu giggled. "Got some things to take care of. Has the tournament started yet?"
"No, not yet," Asuka's voice turned somber when she realized that this girl knew nothing of the actual situation.
"Why?" Xiaoyu blinked. "Usually, the tournament starts immediately. What's the hold up?"
"Uhm...it's a long story..."
"So...Jin's your brother and Heihachi's son is your father! And you both have the same mother! You're whole siblings!"
"I already told you that about five times. Do you need to hear it again?" Asuka complained after she had told Xiaoyu about everything...except for the part about the Devil and Angel gene, as well as the reason for the tournament.
"I...I don't get it," Xiao shook her head, her pigtails flying from side to side. "How come you were sent to live with your uncle when your mother could've raised you with Jin? And why didn't Mr. Kazuya face up to the responsibility of parenthood?"
"Heihachi...ruined everything for our family," Asuka half-lied. "He was...after us. He hated my father so much that he's willing to destroy him in any horrific way possible. My parents wanted to protect us so...they had us raised separately. It was painful for...for them, but they had no choice."
"It still doesn't make sense..." Xiaoyu bit her lip. "But...wow. That's really something. Your dad's running the tournament and the company. You and Jin are filthy rich! Hehe. Where's Jin, anyway? I haven't seen him."
"Oh, he's around."
"What's this? A sour note?" Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows suspiciously, making Asuka wince.
"We had a pretty big argument," she explained.
"How big?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Fine," Xiaoyu seemed disappointed. "I best get my stuff in my room. Call me when you're ready to talk."
Asuka watched her friend leave before going back to her dark thoughts. She would've been more animated if not for the situation. She knew Xiaoyu sensed something wrong, but she had no choice. This was her family; no other innocents should be dragged into their mess.
"Now I know how Oni-chan felt," Asuka thought, her glazed eyes focused on the thin wisps of distant clouds.
Then, she sensed a presence behind her, causing her to whip around sharply. She saw no one, but she had the feeling of being watched.
"Who's there!" Asuka demanded, but no response. "If you're looking for a fight, show yourself! I wouldn't mind pummeling someone right now and if that's you, Oni-chan, even better!"
"My, my, my...that sheer rudeness and arrogance doesn't suit a young lady like you," came the smooth, drawling voice of a woman. In slow, measured steps, the woman stepped out of the shadows and into full view of the morning sunlight.
Chapter 5