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 8: Awaken
"Mama..."
"Mama..."
"Mama!"
I pretended to be asleep but the little hands continued to shake my shoulder vigorously.
"Mama! Mama! Please don't die!"
"Huh!" I bolted up and grinded the sleep from my eyes before focusing my gaze on my son. Jin was kneeling beside my futon, with tears trickling down his cheeks.
"Jin! What's wrong!" I quickly pulled him to me and stroked his hair.
"Y-You slept for so long I thought you died and went to heaven," he cried, burying his head in my lap. I was dumbstruck...and confused. It was then that I realized I was in our room, in my pure white kimono, the way I had been last night.
"Kazuya..." I mumbled, my eyes suddenly clouding with tears. His warm kisses...his stimulating caresses...those sweet, exquisite moments in his arms...it was a dream. It had all been a dream.
"I'm sorry, Mama," Jin looked up at me apologetically. "I made you cry also."
"I'm alright Jin," I smiled encouragingly and wiped his tears away as well as my own. "Mama's just very tired. I'll need to rest for a while."
"Are you sick, Mama?"
"I guess in some ways, I am," I muttered sadly but when I saw Jin's look of confusion, I smiled at him again. "You can play outside for a little while. There's some left-over sandwiches in the fridge if you're hungry."
"Okay," he stood up and bounded out the door, literally skipping with relief that I had to laugh. Then, as if a light had been switched off, I went back to my dark thoughts.
I lay back on the futon and stared at the wooden ceiling. My mind was in so much turmoil. Kazuya and mine's long overdue lovemaking was nothing but a dream and yet it had felt so real that I could still vividly recall every single detail. Dreams aren't like that, are they? Dreams are like fragile bubbles that burst when you try to remember too hard.
Then, I realized it: the cold, hard, truth. It was indeed a dream. Kazuya had told me he loved me. Very much. Not even in his last letter did he ever speak those words. Never. That would be so unlike him...though he had called me his angel many times before.
I drew in a shaky breath and held back the tears. Even though it had all been in my mind, I replayed those supposed hours of love again and again until I drifted off into a dreamless slumber.
Chapter 9