Chapter 12: Return to Heaven

An hour later

Jun was sleeping soundly. Kazuya watching her in silence. He had finally managed to calm her down and almost instantly she fell asleep against his chest. He brushed her bangs away from her face as he watched her. The painful memories of the hour before returned with a vengeance. Her eyes and how close she was to losing it scared Kazuya. It was as if someone had tried to snuff out the last candle in a pitch-lack abyss. His face darkened. He slowly scooped her up in his arms and carefully placed her on the bed before rushing outside, folding his sleeves and unbuttoning his shirt. He stalked down the flight of stairs and saw the guards on attention. The servants, whom he found out had been bound and gagged by those renegade guards, were also there standing on attention, waiting for an order. One of them walked up to him.

"Master Kazuya, do you want something to…e…?"

"OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

As Kazuya stalked off, all the guards and servants watched him enter the door that led to the dungeons.

Kazuya walked down the heavily guarded place as all the security saluting him. The in-charge walked up to Kazuya, hurriedly.

"Where is he! Where is Cole!" Kazuya roared at the guard in charge, grabbing him by the throat. "WHERE!"

The poor guard choked, his eyes enlarging to the size of dinner plates.

"L-l-lord K-Kazuya…I can't breathe…"

Kazuya finally let go of his throat and he fell to the ground, gasping. Kazuya watched him with expressionless eyes as he drew in long and deep breaths and finally clamored to his feet. He led Kazuya towards a particular cell where the ex-head guard Cole was sitting on the hard ground, his hands cuffed.

"Has he said anything yet?" Kazuya asked.

"N-no, sir. We just brought him here...and chained him. We were awaiting y-your...orders."

"Hmmm…"

Kazuya pushed open the door and walked up to Cole. He stared at him coldly as he walked up to him—slowly, ever so slowly. Cole paled as he saw Kazuya tower over him, a deep crimson glimmer in his ebony eyes. Though he was expressionless, he could feel the seething anger inside him, clawing and chewing at this indifferent exterior like a caged predator. He cowered when Kazuya finally stood over him, shutting his eyes in terror.

"Why…?" Kazuya managed to whisper, biting his lips, his eyes closed. He had his head lowered so he couldn't see his eyes. No response. With that Kazuya struck out with such power and brutality that he knocked Cole into the wall, huge cracks forming in it. Cole panted hoarsely on the ground, a large fist print on his jaw.

"Why…?"

Without wasting even a second Kazuya pounced on the floored Cole, punching him with every bit of the pent up rage that was in his heart. The otherwise loud dungeon room was deadly silent save for Cole's loud groaning and cries as Kazuya brutally lashed out at him like a mad dog.

"WHY! WHY! WHY!" Kazuya repeated with each blow, reducing him to a bloody pulp within minutes.

Breathing heavily Kazuya grabbed him by his blood soaked face. Cole looked up at Kazuya's distorted visage with teary eyes, trembling when he noticed the purplish hue on Kazuya's face. Never had he seen Kazuya's eyes burn with this much rage—never.

"Who sent you?" Kazuya said, in a hoarse whisper. Cole just stared at him, unable to breath properly. "WHO!"

Kazuya brutalized him more with vicious kicks to the face and head. Cole covered up and eventually croaked.

"Hei…hachi…"

Kazuya felt his blood boil. Father…his damn father. What a disgrace to the very word itself. Thwarting every plan. Coming from beyond the grave solely to ruin his life. Snatching everything he loved…trying to snatch the most precious thing in the world from him. Cole's terror stricken voice distracted Kazuya from his hateful thoughts.

"Lord…L-lord Kazuya…p-please forgive me…I...have someone who loves me dearly..."

"I…see…" Kazuya whispered.

He held the ex-guard by the throat.

"Just like the one you tried to take away from me…"

Crack.

He snapped his neck. Cole's body sank to the floor as Kazuya watched it without expression, save for the storm that was rampaging in his mind and eyes. Kazuya stood above the dead man for a long time. His fists shook vigorously as his innate fury took hold of him.

"HEIHACHI!"

Jun, who was asleep, woke up when she felt a familiar evil presence.

"This…this presence?" Jun whispered to herself. Suddenly in her mind flashed the same horrid image of Kazuya when he attacked Nina… the images of Devil Kazuya. But his time she saw him fighting Heihachi.

"Kazuya!" she gasped.

Fighters' rooms

"Who is it!"

No answer.

Heihachiwalked towards the door and looked through the small frame.

"Who is…?"

Crash.

The door burst open, shattering into a million splinters. Heihachi was launched back several feet away and smashed into the wall. His face was sufficed with a look of shock but it didn't take long for it to be changed into that of menacing fury as he looked at his attacker.

"How dare you! Show yourself, bastard!"

Standing amidst the splinters was a large shadow eerily prominent in the moonlight. Heihachi got up to his feet but backed off when he saw the tint of red in shadow's eyes that betrayed its identity to him.

"YOU!"

"Yesss…. Me. I came to finish you off for good this time!" Kazuya's raspy voice echoed in the large room. The tenseness and the hatred emanating from the two made the air itself pungent. Kazuya's fists were clenched, shaking vigorously as he readied for the fight with his confounded father. The last one. Heihachi noticed the taught muscles on Kazuya's body and his strained facial expression, his teeth gritted.

"Ah…is this the way you greet your father?" Heihachi mocked as he fell in his stance. Electric sparks flew around his whole grizzly silhouette as he took a deep breath and motioned for Kazuya to bring it on. "Come sonny, make it your memorable last performance!"

"You bastard. I should've just killed you when I had the chance. Throwing you off that blasted cliff was a mistake!"

"Hmph! No time to be whining, punk!"

Heihachi charged forward and simultaneously so did Kazuya. Together they leapt in the air; huge sparks of electric ki flying off their immense torsos.

Jun hurriedly ran towards the fighters' rooms. Her intuition and that fearful yet familiar aura led her here. When she arrived she saw a large crowd of fighters circled around a particular room—Heihachi's room. She rushed past them all and at the clearing she saw Kazuya and Heihachi, bruised and battered but on their feet.

Kazuya charged forward landed a powerful kick at Heihachi's temples sending him sprawling to the floor. But as he lunged forward for more attacks Heihachi surprised him with a sweep. Kazuya hopped over it but realized his error.

"FOOL!"

Kazuya's head whipped back rapidly as he rose high in the air, followed with Heihachi and his mighty roar.

"Dragon uppercut!"

"Kazuya!" Jun shrieked that made all heads turn towards her. Kazuya landed hard on the ground and though he was clearly hurt, he nipped up and assumed his stance. He didn't have to wait long for Heihachi's assault as the older Mishima lunged at him with a jump kick.

"Leaping side kick!"

Kazuya tucked his lips—he knew that move well. He ducked under it and before Heihachi could do anything else, sent a jarring blow to his father's midsection making him double over with the unexpected blow and the brute power in it.

"Abolishing fist!"

"W-what the…?"

Kazuya stood over his father and sent him sprawling on the ground with a brutal kick to the chin. Heihachi, though, rolled right back up and lashed out with a powerful uppercut.

"Demon uppercut!"

Kazuya dodged the dreaded blow and tackled him to the ground—his hatred making him more aggressive in combat, contrary to his normal fighting style. He pinned his father's arms down with his knees, his knee pressing hard on Heihachi's neck and jaw. Heihachi struggled but being the one who was on the receiving end through the bulk of the fight, Heihachi could do little. He looked up and saw Kazuya staring daggers at him, his face taut in a rampaging fury.

"Hei…hachi…" Kazuya growled. "Hei…hachi…"

In Kazuya's black eyes, Heihachi saw the reflection of his face—shocked and even worried. He struggled more but it proved futile again. Heihachi saw Kazuya's fist rise up and come down, looking larger than the moon. Kazuya bashed Heihachi in the face with a powerful right, snapping his father's head to the opposite direction.

"HEIHACHIIIIIIIIII!"

Kazuya bashed Heihachi in the face again, but this time with the left. Like an avalanche Kazuya rained down countless punches to his father's face—a whole world of hate and sorrow locked away in each fist. Jun tried stopping Kazuya but she found herself unable to move. She looked around and saw Paul, Lei, Law, Wang and the rest also frozen in their steps. She looked up at Kazuya again. His hair were hanging limply over his neck and face with sweat, his cheeks shimmering in the moonlight, his teeth gritted so tightly she could see small drops of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"I...I will…kill…you…" he kept muttering with clenched teeth, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

Jun kept watching, her eyes brimming with tears. She looked at Kazuya face, feeling his torment…the torment he had lived with all his life. She continued staring at him, unable to do anything but watch in silence just like everyone else. But there was one thing she could see that no one else could: what was going on in his mind. She saw everything there—the times Heihachi locked him in dark rooms, the days he would beat him to unconsciousness, the day he found out that he was responsible for his mother's death, the day he was thrown off the cliff. But more than anything she saw her own suffering from the hour before when she nearly snapped. It was there replaying over and over again behind his eyelids as he let out the unshackled fury that was in him all these years.

After what felt like a heartbreak that lasted for centuries, Jun finally ran forward and wrapped her arms around him, holding his bloodied fist.

"Kazuya! Stop! Just stop…please…" she cooed in his ear over and over again.

"He tried taking you away from me! Just like everything else! This bastard! Once I kill him…everything will...!"

He cocked his fist for an all-powerful swipe at his bloodied father to end it all but Jun held on to him.

"I'm alright now…Kazuya, I'm alright now," she said before breaking down herself sobbing against his back.

"YOU DON'T KNOW HIM! YOU DON'T KNOW THIS BASTARD!"

Kazuya's eyes were blazing as he stared at his father lying limp under him.

"Yes Kazuya! If you kill him your long captivity will be over. Kill him!" an all too familiar sinister voice shot off in his head that made Jun cringe. She hung on tighter at Kazuya.

"No…please…Kazuya don't do it. For me…"

Kazuya continued struggling but less vigorously as Jun kept cooing at him to stop. Kazuya finally stopped, panting heavily. Jun could feel the heat emanating from him, his hands still cocked, the other making a vice like grip around his father's throat. He was shaking with rage but clearly she had reduced it, the last bits off it fading away like a bad memory.

Slowly the voice in his head died away completely. After a long time he stood up and staggered back towards the mansion, walking like a drunken traveler--unsteady and shaken. Heihachi was barely moving, the right side of his face covered with blood. He gasped on the ground, struggling to move but failed. Jun kept watching Kazuya till he was out of view. She heard a groan from Heihachi and hurried to his side.

"Heihachi-sama! Heihachi-sama! Are you alright?" she asked him as she tried to help him up.

Heihachi smacked her hand away, spitting the blood out of his mouth.

"Damn wench! You think I can't get up by myself! Pah!"

Jun held her where Heihachi had struck her. She could see Heihachi was clearly hurt. His face a bloody mess and he was panting badly but he didn't care. Pride was all that mattered. Just like Kazuya he had zero caution. She saw him limp away but all of a sudden he whipped around and glared at her, the gore on his face only making it worse.

"You're both dead! You hear me! You're dead! Both of you! I should've never thrown him off the cliff. I should've tossed him in an inferno so he wouldn't have shown his wretched face again! Damn you! Damn you ALL!"

He shoved the few fighters in front of him and stalked off. Jun just stared at him. The tone of his voice made it more like prophecy than a threat. Jun felt a cold chill travel up her spine. Her mind went to those horrible visions she had been having for the past few weeks. Suddenly she felt a hand being placed on her shoulder, startling her. She turned around and saw Wang.

"Jinrei-sama…?"

Wang smiled compassionately and tilted his head towards the mansion.

"You should go to his side. You both need each other right now."

Jun slowly made her way to the mansion. Wang was right—they both needed each other right now. Time was rough on her, perhaps even more than Kazuya. She paused by the corridor and leaned against it to support herself. All those visions, those attacks, those threats and those nightmares were starting to take their tole on her. Since coming to this island, she had lost her grip on everything in her life. Her life was like a small helpless boat struggling against a storm of circumstances. She was losing grip on everything…every single thing. And just sometime ago…she had almost lost her sanity. And Kazuya…all these past few weeks she had employed utmost patience and care to purge Devil away only to see a few minutes ago that Devil was always going to remain in Kazuya. In one form or the other. She pressed her fingers against her throbbing forehead. Everything was going haywire. Everything seemed like a fruitless struggle. In vain and pointless.

She sighed deeply as she walked up to the room. Kazuya was sitting on the bed, his eyes were closed but the vicious snarl was still on his mouth. Together with the darkness of the night and the blood trickling down his face and fists made him look like a wild beast that had just fed. He stared at her for a while, biting his lips in a mix of frustration and disappointment.

"Why…why did you…?" he started but his voice choked. His fists tightened to an iron grip as he hunched down, closing his eyes to control himself. "You should've let me kill him."

Jun felt a world of the same frustration that she experienced in the corridor returning. She closed her eyes tightly for a while to subdue it. She didn't say anything though and walked up to him placing her hands on his shoulders. She messaged them softly and gently as if taming a wild horse. But it wasn't Kazuya she was trying to contain. It was to contain herself and the despair that was running loose in her troubled mind and heart.

Pointless. In vain.

He felt her soft hands on his face and finally looked up to see her standing over him, the moonlight dancing off her fair body. She looked concerned as she stared at the blood on his forehead and cheeks. Yet more than anything, it was her distraught almost hopeless expression.

"You're bleeding," she cupping his face, trying to smile. She caressed his face gently feeling every cut on his face, wiping away his blood with her hands, all the while staring at his eyes and the world of love she saw in them…a world that only a few moments ago was one devastated by hatred. Kazuya held her hands and brought them to his lips, kissing them each softly.

"Don't stain yourself. I can't bare to think of you being tainted in any way."

Jun smiled and brought up a part of her top to his face. She dabbed softly at the cuts on his cheeks and forehead, her eyes never once leaving his. He stared at her in silence, watching her eyes shining with worry and compassion and the same frustration as his. Despite her smile she was clearly upset. She slowly bent down till they were nose to nose.

"And you think I can stand you being stained in any way?" she laughed dryly, her lips settling on his forehead softly.

"Jun…"

She went limp in his arms all of a sudden and broke down. Kazuya knew what it was. He saw it the moment she entered the room. It was frustration and disappointment...in him...in herself...in everything that was around them. Kazuya pressed her to him and rocked to and fro gently, wanting to make every bad thing go away from her.

"Shhh…Jun…Don't cry. Shhh…"

She wrapped her arms around him even tighter, sobbing away against his chest. Kazuya kept rocking to and fro as his beloved's tears fell on his shoulders and chest. A gentle murmur from the night sky and the soft whispers of the rain lashing against the window brought a memory to them both. The memory of the day they both made love for the first time. The rain, the night, Jun's tears, his angst and frustration…and the compassion they shared. It was the same.

"Kazuya? Do you remember?" Jun whispered as they both listened to the rain for a long time, still resting against his broad chest.

"Yes…how can I ever forget?" Kazuya replied.

They both gazed at each other. Kazuya smiled slowly and brushed her tears away, staring at her large black eyes, feeling the outline of her face. She held his hands and kissed them as he brushed her hair away and slowly brought his face down to hers kissing her deeply. That kiss was her connection to everything that was pure and sweet and cool—their love. It was enough to redeem her faith in everything she had been doing.

Instinctively Kazuya wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her to him. He made her sit on his lap as the two continued kissing. He slowly took off his shirt and then started kissing her again. Their breath shaky became almost immediately as they looked into each other's eyes, smiling. Like the countless times before Kazuya went to work on her breasts, feeling and kneading them as he prepared her for their lovemaking—their only respite from a world that neither belonged to. She massaged his neck and shoulders and let her fingers rub through his soft black hair, pressing him more to her breasts to make it easier for him and more pleasurable for her. After a few blissful minutes of this, Kazuya rolled over her. He parted her legs and entered her. Jun bit her lips when he entered her to the hilt, parting her legs with his knees, his lips smothering her breasts and nipples. She wrapped her arms around his torso, massaging and feeling his ripping muscles.

"Kazuya…"

"Jun…"

After sometime he reclined back and with Jun on top of him started entering her. Jun arched her back in pleasure—the feel of his entries were totally different now. He placed his hands on her hips and picked up pace, her name escaping from his lips over and over again. He stared at her glistening body and her breasts that bobbed heavily in front of his eager eyes. Soon enough his hands found their way up to her breasts, feeling them, kneading them and rolling her tips between his finger and thumb. He heard his name from her lips and her moans and that made him pick up pace even more.

"Jun…Jun…"

Jun felt like she was in heaven. She would arch her back for a while and then hunch forward, letting her breasts brush in Kazuya's face making him hold and lick them that would send ripples of pleasure and ecstasy up and down her body. She kept alternating these tantalizing him and then giving in and then tantalizing him again.

Eventually Kazuya got up slightly, and pulled her to him again, his eager hands finding themselves having their way with her breasts again. He reunited their lips, letting his tongue roll and dance around hers; occasionally breaking their kiss to speck her neck with kisses only to return to her lips.

He then turned her around, feeling her breasts from behind her, and then started kissing again. Slowly she bent forward and settled on the bed on her elbows and knees. Kazuya sat behind her and held her hips for leverage. She looked back at him and moaned when he entered her, her breath being taken away by the sudden deluge of pleasure the passed over her. He thrust himself inside her again and again, his powerful legs spread around her, brushing against the side of her hips.

"Kazuya…Kazuya…"

"Jun…Jun…"

Jun's voice was drowned in passion. She was moaning louder than ever, her voice huskier. She bucked her hips with him, her chest heaving, more so when the tips of breasts brushed over the silk sheets making her bite her lips. She had to hold the sheets to steady her heart and mind as Kazuya gradually picked up pace making her whimper in delight, finding it ever so hard to keep up pace with as she bucked her hips along.

"Oh…Kazuya…"

They made love like this for a long time, feeling the frustration and disappointment of the past few weeks flake off them with every moan, every gasp that escaped from their lips. Both were beside themselves with reveries and desire and the humane need to show the other the eternal of pleasure and losing themselves in each other and the moment. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Jun's elbows gave way, making her hunch over, her head resting on her crossed arms, making Kazuya's entries all the more pleasurable and passionate, making her bite her lips and knuckles to stifle herself. Her voice grew huskier still as she moaned out his name again and again and again making him him pick up speed to an ardent frenzy.

"Kazuya…Kazuya…"

They lost sense of time. Here in this moment of their passionate lovemaking, everything seemed to be trivial except the feel of each other's warmth and the delight of this act—nothing else mattered. The fire burnt brightly in its place and like the shadows that danced and mingled over the walls, Kazuya and Jun lost themselves in each other, their bodies, their hearts, theirs souls congealed together. After a long time Jun found herself flat on her back with him on top of her again, his hot breath and soft lips washing over her face and neck like a touch of mist, seeking her lips and then uniting them, washing over her chest and neck again and returning once again to find their haven with hers. The shakiness of his breath and her own marked the imminent climax and it wasn't long before Kazuya came in her, moaning loudly and she too, holding on to each other tightly as they kissed even deeper. Spent, she hugged Kazuya as he sank onto her, feeling his hot breath near her ear and neck. They remained there, out of breath and silent, only the sound of their breathing stirring the chords in the silent, still air. Jun noticed that no storm had come this time, only a sudden chill in the air. The sea was brushing over the lake as gently as ever and the trees and plants rustled softly.

"Oh Kazuya…I love you…"

Kazuya smiled and moved forward to kiss her again, saying nothing but telling her all that she needed to know. He then nuzzled between her breasts and laid his head there, while she stroked his hair and the outline of his thick masculine face with her fingers, wiping the wayward strands of his face. Their bodies were still blazing hot and the sweat on them mixed with each other's. His head rose and sank with her breaths and under his ear he felt her heart beat. Jun kept staring at the ceiling where the fire was still playing the delicate game of shadows. Slowly Jun brought her hands up to his face again and held it tenderly, feeling his lips with her thumbs. He looked up to her as she brought her face close to his, her eyes shining like a bittersweet smile.

"Kazuya…don't ever leave me…"

Kazuya stared at her silently for a while.

"I won't…"

comment: I thought the two could use something good happening to them after all the chaos that has been happening lately. And what better thing can happen to two people than making love? Maybe some of you feel it already: this fan fiction is drawing to its close.