Crystal Clear
Chapter 6
Tekken 4 Commences
By S p a n d a s L u i
Author's note: Well, my HSC exams are almost over, so, after a myriad of emails urged(and chastised) me to continue the story, I decided to do so. I really wanted to abandon the story and begin fresh, since Tekken 5 has already came out. . . but I guess I'll wait until I receive feedback for this chapter before I do anything drastic.
Enjoy!
Amidst the bustling crowd, a hooded figure remains, stagnant in front of the giant public television of Tokyo City.
"Tekken 4: You have got to be in it to win it. . . MISHIMA ZAIBATSU."
He smirked at the bitter irony. You won't win even if you compete. You lose one way or another. A life, a soul. . .a love.
He wondered if Xiao Yu was thinking of him. Thinking of where he had been all that time. After the betrayal by his grandfather, the one he bestowed his trust in. The one who wished to dispose of him after his purpose was served. The one who ignited the flame inside of him. . . the devil gene awoke from its dormant state.
Jin reached into his pocket and pulled out a well-preserved photo. Emotions flickered in his eyes as he saw the face of her beautiful angel, with her two ponytails and incandescent eyes. . . he wished to embrace her once more. . . but may never be able to.
He was too dangerous. His untamed side does not recognize love once it takes over. He will hurt her.
Relishing the young girl's face for a few moments more, he gingerly pushed the photo back into his pocket and moved along with the zombies of the streets.
"Welcome to the opening of TEKKEN TOURNAMENT 4!"
The main arena was engulfed by the holler of an excited crowd. Nothing better to draw audience than a guarantee of almost mindless violence.
The announcer raised her hands like a music conductor. The pandemonium reached its peak as the two fighters emerged into the arena.
"KAZAMA JIN VERSUS HWOARANG!"
Both stepped onto the stage. Their gazes met and the intense animosity could not be masked, not even with Jin's hood. Both raised their tightly clenched fist ready to embrace the impending battle like a lover.
Hwoarang, in his green military style clothing, sneered.
"I heard you were dead, Kazama."
Jin gave no expression.
"Not as dead as you'll be when I'm finished."
As the buzzer went off, the fighters wasted no time in lunging at each other with full force. Hwoarang initiated the battle with 'Hunting Hawk', propelling himself into the air and projecting a series of kicks at Jin.
Jin remained unfazed as he blocked the shower of kicks, returning the 'gift' with 'Kazama fury'. Hwoarang was caught off guard and received the series of attacks. Battered and bruised, a trickle of blood escaped his mouth. He was in an enraged state of mind as he caught the blood with his thumb and smeared it across his cheek.
"You got me there, Kazama. But I didn't spend all that time in the army learning jack shit!"
The battled continued as each side delivered and received the attacks. Neither of them were about to give in. The time limit was almost reached,
"Kazama. . . Where's that pretty girl of yours?"
Jin froze. '. . . Xiao Yu. . .'
"Man, I'd like to taste her delicate Chinese body" Hwoarang closed his eyes and licked his lips vulgarly, provoking the calm Japanese.
Before Hwoarang could open his eyes to witness the reaction, a formidable fist made contact with is face with full force.
"KAZAMA JIN, WINS!"
Hwoarang's dazed body laid limp on the arena floor. Jin scanned the cheering audience for his fair maiden, hoping to see her again.
"Where are you Xiao Yu. . ."