Author's notes: This story is a sort of sequel to "As Purity Lay in the Arms of Evil", other than "As Evil Lay in the Arms of Purity" and "Obsession Possession" and can be considered a sort of prequel to "Tekken 5: The Kazama-Mishima Connections, "The Kazama-Mishima Connections 2" and "The Kazama-Mishima Connections 3" so I suggest you read those fics since it may have something to do with this. This fiction is from Jun Kazama's point of view. Some characters, situation and information may be fan-made. Rated NC-17
Disclaimer: Jun Kazama, Jin Kazama, Kazuya Mishima, 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 2: Promises in the Wind
The wind beckoned me further into the woods as I slowly made my way to my destination. The breeze became stronger when I broke through the trees. The cliff came into view. With careful steps, I walked to the edge and watched the sun begin its descent down the mountains.
I clutched my kimono to my chest, closing my eyes to the memories that flashed through my mind. It was here, that Kazuya and I pledged our eternal love for each other, albeit forbidden. It was here that the fruit of our illicit affair was conceived. It was here that he promised to be bound to me, and I to him. And it was here...that I promised to wait for him; forever wait for him.
"I want to hold on to that, Kazuya," I whispered. "And I will...but how about you?"
The wind started to howl, my emotions suddenly surging forth along its strong wake. The tears began to blind my eyes as did the raven strands that whipped around my face.
"You promised to always be with me!" I cried. "We swore to an oath! I can't go on with it alone! Please! Please come back!"
My knees buckled and gave away, the wind still rushing around my slouched form. I couldn't stop shivering from the cold and my uncontrollable sobs. With trembling fingers, I held Kazuya's locket, which hung around my neck in a gold chain, and stared at the picture of him and his mother.
Five years had passed since Kazuya and I started our love affair in these very mountains, free from the prying and scrutinizing eyes of the world. Months later, it was shattered when my grandmother branded it forbidden: he, a devil, and I, an angel. But still, we broke free from those invisible chains that bound us and succumbed to the greatest passion of our lives: a love that lived on through son.
Now, Kazuya still had not returned. He had promised to come back, but for several months after his departure, I had dreams...horrible nightmares of his death. As the years passed, I grew more and more afraid that it may have come true. But I didn't want to accept it. I'll never accept it!
The loud rustling noises from a nearby bush distracted me from my melancholia. I whipped around. The bushes were still moving.
"Jin?" I called and quickly wiped my tears away. Another rustle. My blood suddenly ran cold.
"Jin? Is that you?" I reached out for the greenery and almost screamed when a rabbit suddenly lunged towards my feet. Sharply letting out a trapped breath, I closed my eyes and tried to calm my nerves. I looked beyond the cliff again. It was sundown. Jin would be home by now.
I hurriedly made my way back to the cottage. I didn't want to make Jin worry with my absence. When I got to the cottage grounds, I found Jin, sitting on the porch, a wide smile on his cherub-like face. Beside him was not one, but three buckets full of berries.
"Look how many, Mama!" he waved his arms proudly. "Is it okay if I don't have any more punishments?"
"Jin...where did you get these?" I stared disbelievingly at the buckets and then gasped when I saw a bandage on his ankle. "Wha...Jin! What happened? How did you get hurt!"
"I couldn't find enough berries around the cottage grounds, Mama," Jin pouted. "I...I wandered off."
"Jin. Didn't I tell you not to do that?"
"Yes, but I didn't get far," he explained. "I tripped and fell and wounded my feet. I didn't cry."
"That's no excuse," I pointed out as sternly as I could muster. I was already swelling with relief and pride as it is.
"I know. But a man came and helped me," he said with a wide grin. "He patched my feet. He even helped me gather berries by the lake. That's were lots of berries are."
"A man?" my eyes widened. "Jin! What did I tell you about talking to strangers!"
"He wasn't a stranger, Mama. He said he knew you once. He even talked about you and he was very nice. He even does some karate! He showed me," Jin stood up and did some moves. I felt the blood drain further away from my face. I gripped my son's shoulders, forcing him to look at me.
"Who taught you that?" I whispered, almost in a hiss.
"A man..." he trailed off.
"What man?"
"There's a man standing over there, Mama," he pointed. I turned to look and gasped.
"O...Oni-chan!"
The man...my brother, smiled softly, his once rich dark hair almost overrun by strands of shiny gray. He stepped further into the cottage grounds, a large sack slung on his shoulder.
"Konichiwa, Jun-chan..."
Chapter 3