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 4: Mysterious
"Jun-chan, are you sure you can't come live with us in Osaka?" my brother asked, for the fifth time, it seemed. It was nearing ten in the morning and the bus would be coming by any minute. "Almost all the Kazamas are there, now. You're one of the few left here in Yakushima."
"If I left, there'd be even fewer," I smiled. "But seriously, Oni-chan. I...I really can't leave. It would be best for Jin and me. He'll be safe here."
My brother nodded in understanding. I had told him of mine and Jin's situation last night: how Jin might be suitable prey to the dark forces that surrounded the world. I needn't explain much, since Grandmother Kaoru had told him bits and pieces of who and what I truly am a long time ago.
"You'll come back, won't you, Oji-chan?" Jin tugged on his uncle's sleeve, his angelic eyes almost pleading. "Will you, Oji-chan?"
"I'll try, Jin," Oni-chan ruffled his nephew's hair with his hand. "I'll call you both as often as I can," he started to walk away.
"Oni-chan!" I stopped him just in time, holding him by his shoulder. "I forgot to thank you for helping Jin gather the berries yesterday."
"Berries?" Oni-chan raised an eyebrow. "But...I didn't help him."
"Huh?" both my brows rose to my forehead. "Then...who..."
A loud horn suddenly reverberated through the trees, causing the birds to flee.
"That'll be the bus," my brother noted. "I have to go, Jun-chan. I'll call you when I get home."
I crossed my arms across my chest and watched my brother hurry down the dirt path and disappear through the trees. A flutter of confusion and panic stirred in me. I looked down at Jin, who clung sadly at the side of my kimono. I knelt down beside him and gently cupped his face.
"He'll be back, Jin," I assured. "He'll be back."
"Yeah...I know."
"Jin, remember the man who helped you gather the berries yesterday?"
"Yes, Mama."
"Was it Oji-chan?"
"No, Mama. It was another man. He was nice too, like Oji-chan."
I stared into my son's eyes, my whole body going numb. Some one else had helped him yesterday; someone, that if my memory serves me right, taught him a little bit of that style of karate...the Mishima style.
"Mama? Mama! What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing Jin. I just...can you tell me what that man looked like?"
"He was big and he wore glasses and he had a scar across his face," he slashed one small finger from the side of his right cheek to just below his left eye.
"Oh..." my shoulders slumped with disappointment. Kazuya didn't have a scar across his face. Plus, he never wore glasses.
"Mama?"
"Let's go back inside the house, Jin."
Chapter 5