"So, where is your father?" Jun asked with a smirk.
Jin closed his eyes tight for just a second. "I don't know," he paused. "Nor do I care. Kazuya Mishima is no longer my concern. The day he walked out and left me was the day that I disowned him. He abandoned me, so why shouldn't I abandon him? Where were you in all of this?" Jin's voice rose a bit. "Where were you in my life when all this happened?" tears fell onto this fifteen year old's face. "Mother's are supposed to be there when they are needed. You weren't."
"Sweetie, I'm sorry I couldn't be here. I was saving your life from dangers like tonight. I worked undercover for so long to keep you safe. I even played the dark side, almost stayed there once, got so wrapped up in the dark that I almost forgot the purpose of my mission. But I'm here now, my baby, I'm here." Tears roll down Jun's cheeks. As she began to dry them, she said, "Did he at least tell you why he left?"
"No, I came home and he was gone. He had left a note saying he wouldn't be back for a while but never said how long. And then one day I received a letter from him saying that he would never be around and that he didn't think of me as a son that he thought of me as a helpless, good-for-nothing lazya and that you guys never loved me anyway." Jin frowned.
Jun felt for her son to embrace him but found only the air around her. He then noticed her struggle to find him and hugged her himself.
"I'm going to have to get used to this whole blind thing," Jun said with a smile. "And it's not gonna be easy." She paused for a moment or two. "So how do you keep the house? How long ago was it that he left?"
"I was eight. I'm fifteen now. It's been seven years. I had been helping out the rich people, by walking their dogs for them as they were doing their busywork. And now that I can actually have a job I work as a carpenter's assistant."
"Seven years! I'll kill him." Jun was infuriated by all of this. "He knew where I was going and he knew how long I'd be. Kazuya even agreed that it was best! Then he walks out on you like you're….like you're nothing!" she let her anger run free as it flowed out it began to dissipate. "Give me the phone, please. I need to make a private phone call."
"Sure," he said handing the phone to his mother as he walked out of the room.
"Yes, hello, Ms. Williams?"