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 6: Unveiling
"Kazuya..." I gingerly took a step forward, my eyes as wide as saucers. A gentle breeze swept through the trees, the rustle of leaves shattering the silence that stretched between me and the man who was my lover. The wind played with strands of our dark hair, the bluish-white light from the moon bringing a luminescent look to my already pale skin.
"You've grown even more beautiful than I had ever thought possible," Kazuya commented, a soft smile on his full, sensuous lips. Though it was nighttime, he wore a pair of dark sunglasses, obscuring the eyes that I had wanted to look upon forever. His ebony strands still flared to the back of his head, and across his face, was a diagonal scar.
"It was you..." I realized. "You helped Jin gather the berries. You bandaged his wound and taught him some of your moves."
"He's a fast learner, that boy," Kazuya smiled. "You've raised him well."
"He's your son," I blurted out. By the way he curled his lip up, I could tell he already knew.
"I know..." he confirmed, almost wistfully. "I've...I've seen you with him...watched from afar."
"How long have you been here?" I asked, still not moving away from where I stood.
"Since last week."
"Then...why didn't you show yourself?"
"I...can't..."
"Can't what?" I took a step forward but he backed off, which confused me. "Kazuya...what's wrong?"
"I can't be with you anymore," Kazuya revealed, his voice, barely audible.
"But why!" my voice started to crack. "You promised to return to me and--"
"And I've fulfilled that promise," he interjected. "I returned...but only to say goodbye."
"Kazuya...please..." I could feel the tears stinging my eyes but I tried my best to hold back. "I love you. There's been no one else for me since you. Are you telling me that you've found someone else?"
"No. Never," he shook his head vehemently. "I...I haven't found anyone since you either...and I don't think I ever will."
"Then, why can't we be together!" I stomped my foot, almost childishly. I wanted to throw myself at him and rain upon his face the warm kisses I had so long wanted to give but his hesitance glued me to my spot. "Kazuya...you and I crossed the line a long time ago. There's no turning back. You and I swore to an oath. I can't go on with that alone. And your son...Jin. He needs a father!"
"I'm not cut out to be a father," Kazuya noted. "I don't know how to be. You know what it was like for me growing up."
"That's all the more reason for you to be a good father! You already know what not to do! And you helped Jin, didn't you? He told me nothing but good things about you!"
"That should be the way he remembers me," he turned away. "Sayonara, Jun. I'm glad I got to see you again...and our son. Take care of him well."
"NO!" I jumped forward and wrapped my arms around him. I could tell Kazuya was surprised by my impulsiveness. The first contact of our bodies after five long years ignited a yearning inside me. Wanton-like thoughts fleeted through my mind and though I was more than a little frightened of it, I clung on to him. I wasn't about to let him go. Not again.
Kazuya shuddered, his breathing, in short, fast puffs. I felt his hand over one of my own as I tightened my embrace.
"Jun...I'm sorry. I...I don't deserve you," he shook his head.
"You do, Kazuya," I cried out. "Just as I deserve you. I love you. I'll always love you. So please..."
"How could you love a man who has failed you?"
"Failed me?" I repeated. He turned around and pressed his palm softly on my cheek. For a while, that was all he did: touch and caress my face with his fingers, as if making sure I wasn't a dream.
"I was hoping to save myself the trouble of showing you..." Kazuya sighed. "But I guess I have no choice."
I stepped away and watched him slowly take off his shades. When he finally opened his eyes, I gasped.
Chapter 7