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 9: Different
Time flew by like the cranes that soared through the morning skies. It had been around four weeks since Jin was suspended from his school. I know because I actually counted the dates after he went back. Usually, it'd take around two weeks, sometimes even a week, before Mr. Hikimori sends him home. One more suspension might signal Jin's expulsion and I didn't want that to happen.
As for my dream with Kazuya, it never happened again...though I wished and prayed with all my might it would. Only in dreams will I be able to see and feel him once more and yet I was deprived of this simple joy. I decided to just forget about it and go on with my life but it repeatedly came to haunt me in little ways.
I ate my curry noodles in silence, my eyes constantly fleeting to the wall clock. There was still a good fifteen minutes until the end of Jin's afternoon classes. I turned to my bowl again, my eyes widening with surprise when I found it empty. Boy, that went fast.
I set the bowl aside with the other three empty ones on the tray and rose to make a sandwich. I had been so nervous with Jin's situation that I've actually began to binge on food. I guess my anxiety also wore down my body so much that I tend to oversleep at times. Suffice to say, I gained a few, but it didn't threaten my figure. I could even say that my new curves caused many other men from the village and the school to turn my way even more, but I paid them no attention. Kazuya will be the only man for me...now and forever...even if it's only in my dreams.
I heard a funny bleep of a car horn and turned to the window. I immediately recognized the Volkswagen to be that of Mr. Hikimori. I felt myself grow numb.
"Not again," I shook my head and stomped towards the door. I put my hand over the handle and hesitated. What would I find on my doorstep this time? A child tied with ropes? Probably not. That's already happened. Maybe a child wrapped in chains...
"Stop being so silly, Jun," I reprimanded myself. I have to find out one way or another. I tightened my grip on the handle and slid the door open. By that time, I was prepared for anything...and I really thought I was, but my jaw seemed to have unhinged itself when I saw my son.
"Look, Mama!" Jin pointed to three school ribbons pinned on his shirt. "They gave me prizes! And they're all in blue and gold!"
"Huh! What? Why?"
"Hello, Ms. Kazama," Mr. Hikimori bowed and held out his hand. I quickly shook it. "I decided to take Jin home in order to congratulate you myself."
"Congratulate me?" I repeated. I wasn't sure I heard him right.
"For a wonderful job you did on your son," he announced, reaching down to pat Jin's head. "He's become the school's big little man. He has been helping everyone out: teachers, other parents and his schoolmates. He helps clean the school and does errands without hesitation. He doesn't get in to fights anymore and in fact, tries to stop them from happening. Whatever did you do to create such wonderful changes in him?"
"I...I..." I looked from Mr. Hikimori, to Jin, and vice versa. I really didn't know what to say.
"Well, anyway, whatever you did, keep it up," Mr. Hikimori bowed again and excused himself. I watched him walk to his car, give a short wave before driving away from the cottage grounds.
"Uhmm...get inside, Jin," I ushered my son back in the house. I was still so shocked that I moved stiffly. Only when I had closed the door did I regain my composure.
"Alright, Jin. Tell me the truth," I crossed my arms under my full bosom. "What's this all about?"
"What's what, Mama?" he asked innocently.
"I know you have something up your sleeve," I raised an eyebrow, a smile threatening to quiver on my lips. "Why this sudden change of heart?"
"I wanted to be good for you, Mama," Jin grinned like a Cheshire cat. "That man told me how special you are and how lucky I am to have you for a mama. He told me I should always be good to you and to do that, I must always be good to other people also."
His voice had the note of something that was committed to memory but that wasn't the reason I went mute again. I knelt in front of him and cupped his face in my palms.
"Jin...what are you talking about? Who told you those things?"
"That man," he answered as if it were the most obvious of things. "Remember, Mama? The man who picked berries with me? You know. With the scar across his face and dark glasses? Oh, I forgot to tell you," he started giggling incessantly. "He has the same hair as me: big and spiky. But he doesn't have bangs."
I felt the blood drain further away from my face. Why was I suddenly so nauseous?
"You don't look very good, Mama," Jin noticed, a worried frown on his face. "Are you sick?"
"Oh..." I quickly stood up but the whole room began to spin. "I...I need to go to the bath---HUMPH!"
I couldn't recall much of my flight to the bathroom. The next thing I knew, was that I was hunched over the sink, throwing up everything I ate that afternoon. I let the water run for a while to rinse the porcelain clean before painstakingly making my way back to the bedroom, with Jin on my side.
"Lie down and rest Mama," he said shakily, pulling the covers up to my neck. "I'll call Oba-chan on the phone, okay?"
When I heard him close the door, I opened my eyes. I felt a little better, but my heart started beating alarmingly fast. Something that had confused me these past few weeks came to my mind again: I was late.
I felt like a ton of bricks had landed on me. I had been so preoccupied with Jin that I didn't realize that all my excessive eating, my quick exhaustion...and now nausea, were the same symptoms I underwent when I got pregnant with Jin.
I was pregnant. For the second time, I was pregnant with Kazuya's child. Kazuya and I will have a second child.
I instantly began to cry, not because I was terrified or sad, but because I was overwhelmed with joy. It wasn't a dream! Kazuya and I had made love! And he had told me that he loved me! I didn't think I could be any happier than when I melted in his arms, but now, I felt like I would simply burst with wonder and delight. Kazuya and I would have another baby! He had once again, left me with something made of his own flesh and blood...another symbol of our undying love.
"Mama? I called Oba-chan and she said she was coming," Jin knelt beside me and touched my forehead. "You're a tiny bit warm and you're face is all red. Do you have a fever? Does it hurt? Is that why you're crying?"
"No, Jin," I smiled widely and sat up, my dizziness quickly leaving me. "I'm just so happy you've become a very good little boy. Go on. Wait for Oba-chan by the porch. I'll be alright."
Chapter 10