Broken
By BahamutZERO
Chapter 2
Kazuya reeled back in pain. Heihachi had just given him a painful head butt, sending Kazuya to the ground. The two had been fighting for several minutes now, neither giving ground to the other. Both men had honed their skills to the deadliest degree and it was the clear that the fight had turned into an all-out brawl.
Father and son were visibly weakening; an exhausted Heihachi was breathing heavily after the head butt but refrained from following up just so he could catch his breath for a moment. Kazuya remained on the ground for a moment as well, the younger Mishima having suffered several painful blows to the face and stomach.
"I guess you thought this fight would have been easier for you," Heihachi huffed. Kazuya rose to his feet and took up his fighting stance again. This was getting old.
"Tough words coming from a crusty old man like you. Go back to the retirement home," Kazuya shot back.
This enraged Heihachi, which is what Kazuya wanted. The older Mishima rushed forward with a series of punches. Kazuya, already anticipating this foolish course of action, crouched low and moved forward under the barrage of punches. He then pushed off the ground, jetting straight up with his left fist extended, executing his famed Dragon Uppercut. Heihachi was lifted off the ground, the sheer force of the blow propelling him several meters away.
When Heihachi did not move, Kazuya knew that he had won. He let out a sigh of relief and then approached the body lying on the rocky ground. Kazuya lifted his father up into the air with one hand, and then made a fist with his other.
"Do it," Heihachi breathed.
"With pleasure."
A thunder clap. Lightning streaked across the sky. Kazuya drove his right fist into his father's neck. Another flash went across the sky as the lifeless body of Heihachi Mishima slumped to the cold ground.
"If you are really my son, you will crawl back from that abyss," Heihachi said as he yelled Kazuya up in the air.
"Let me go!" Kazuya screamed. He knew it was hopeless. Heihachi reeled back and then tossed the boy over the edge. Kazuya screamed as he plummeted to his death.
But it was not to be.
Devil was there. He was biding his time, waiting for the right moment. And it had finally come.
Kazuya fell to his knees as the painful memory returned to him. The Devil Gene in his blood began to pulsate; Kazuya used every ounce of will he had to keep it at bay. He gritted his teeth upon remembering that fall he took so long ago. But now, after almost 40 years of anguish, the old man was finally dead. Kazuya calmed down and surveyed the area.
Jin was still incapacitated. Kazuya rushed to his son and held him up, trying to bring him to his senses. Jin stirred slightly, the third eye on his forehead still pulsing. Kazuya sensed a problem. Jin was unable to keep the Devil Gene from taking over his body, resulting in his transformation. Now, Kazuya realized that he needed to help Jin regain control.
Kazuya closed his eyes and focused. He focused on Jin, the way he used to be when he first saw his son. Kazuya thought of Jun and her affinity for nature. He recalled this memory and tried to transfer it to Jin. Sure enough, the wings began to retract. The third eye slowly retreated. The markings on Jin's chest and forehead disappeared.
Jin opened his eyes.
At first, he was shocked to see his father. Jin recoiled and backed away. Then he noticed that he was in a strange place.
"Where am I?" he asked. "What have I done?"
Jin was dazed. He looked around, confused. Kazuya stepped forward and addressed Jin.
"Jin," he said softly. "I know that you must think lowly of me. I'm sure Heihachi has told you horrible things about me. I'll admit that some of them are true. But try to understand, Jin. I'm not here for power or money; the Zaibatsu can rot for all I care."
Jin was afraid. He was almost ready to take up a fighting pose. It was true; Heihachi had told Jin that his father was nothing more than vermin, an evil man who did not deserve to live. Yet his mother had said that Kazuya had a kind heart. It was simply veiled in hatred.
"I know this may be hard to believe," Kazuya continued, "But I'm here to get you back to Japan. You've been participating in the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. You almost made it to the end but I see that Heihachi got the best of you." Kazuya gestured to his left towards Heihachi's corpse. Jin looked but said nothing. He felt strangely satisfied.
"Why?" Jin asked.
"Because of your lineage," Kazuya replied. "Do you know who is behind this tournament?"
Jin shook his head.
"It is your great-grandfather, Jinpachi Mishima. He is the source of our cursed blood and therefore he has great power. He probably started this tournament to get both of us here and then strip us of our Devil Genes. That may seem like a blessing, but if Jinpachi does this, humanity will never survive. The old man has lost his mind."
Jin was silent. He didn't even know he had a great grandfather. And he still didn't fully trust Kazuya. However, something inside Jin told him to trust his father. After all, his mother wouldn't lie to him; Kazuya must be a good person, deep down inside.
"Listen," Kazuya said. "Jinpachi will be here any moment. You need to escape. I will handle him."
"But, father," Jin said. He almost shuddered upon calling him that. "You're wounded and tired. If Jinpachi is as powerful as you say, there is no way you can beat him. Let me take care of it."
Kazuya was about to protest when he realized that Jin was right; Kazuya was not up to fighting Jinpachi. Slowly Kazuya understood and nodded. He was taking a risk doing this but he needed to see if he could trust the boy.
"Fine," Kazuya said. "You take care of Jinpachi. He may be a master of Mishima Karate but his mind is lost; that it why you can beat him." Kazuya said nothing for a moment. He then mustered up some courage and added:
"I believe in you."
Anna slumped down on her bed. The talk with Nina that afternoon did little to lift her spirits. She decided to do what she always did when she was down; take a shower.
She walked into the bathroom and took a look at herself in the mirror. Anna knew she was bragging a little but she admitted to herself that she had a good body. Sure, she been with her share of men but they were all one night stands; none of those men had ever been particularly stunning or special.
Anna was in the shower for almost half an hour. She knew she was running up a terrible water bill but she didn't care. As she returned to her living room, she noticed a big envelope on the table. She carefully opened it and then raised her eyebrows in interest. One of the agencies she had contacted months before finally responded and had given her an assignment.
Anna smiled. She had been waiting for this. Perhaps some danger, some action, would get her mind off her heart. She called the travel agency and booked a flight to Japan.