Chapter 14: The end is here

Mishima Zaibatsu—throne room

"Lee!"

"Yes, Kazuya?"

Kazuya's expression darkened.

"Excuse me?"

Lee gulped sharply.

"Yes…Lord Kazuya?"

Though he had told everyone else to not call him 'Lord' he still hadn't granted Lee that luxury. Kazuya sat in the massive throne chair his legs crossed, his arms hanging on the side heavily, slumped back into it nonchalantly. He stared at the timid Lee with his icy stare.

"The tournament's proceeding..."

Lee took out a few sheets and started reading out.

"Well, Lord Kazuya, two weeks back in the quarters took place day before and ended with Paul defeating Jack and Heihachi winning on default as Jun Kazama dropped out of the tournament because she is…err…pregnant."

Kazuya cringed slightly.

"Listen Lee. Not a word should go around about Jun's pregnancy. Not a single word. Okay?"

Lee looked up at Kazuya. That was the first time in his life he heard Kazuya making a request to him—no, it sounded more desperate, almost like he wanted a favor. Lee, who was too surprised to say or do anything else, just nodded. After a brief pause Kazuya turned to Lee again.

"And the semis?"

"Well Paul Phoenix, who was the crowd favorite, failed to make it?"

"What!"

"Yes, Lord Kazuya. He was stuck in some sort of traffic jam."

"Traffic jam? But he was supposed to be staying here in this island!"

"Yes, but he left the night before to party with Marshal Law. The following morning though they failed to make it because the traffic was at a stand still for nearly two hours. And so, Heihachi makes it on default."

Kazuya sank back in the chair.

"That idiot…"

Paul was definitely stronger than Heihachi. In the previous tournament, Kazuya himself barely defeated Paul after a hard fought battle that had lasted a lot longer than he had anticipated. The fiery American was much more than your everyday biker brawler and Kazuya found that out the hard way. Almost every punch of Paul's rattled Kazuya's bones. Hadn't it been for his stubborn nature and his pride, Kazuya may not have outlasted the fiery American. And he had seen his progress through the tournament, Paul had indeed gotten stronger. Much stronger.

Kazuya bit his lips.

"And so the final..." Kazuyawhispered a little above a whisper, in deep thought.

"Two weeks from now."

Kazuya sank back in the chair. He had been hoping that Paul would defeat Heihachi—but fate, as always, had other plans. And though Kazuya was irate, he knew deep down since the day he found out that Heihachi was alive, that their rematch was inevitable…and so was his facing his darkness for one last time.

"Feeling Fate's pull, Kazuya?" Devil hissed deep within him. He was taunting him again. "That nightmare was true. Don't dare disapprove of the dark side's prophecies! They have never faltered since the dawn of you measly humans! You are going to die. That nightmare will become a reality soon. Very soon. Heihachi is going to kill you and you know it. Accept me…that is the only way to ward fate off. Accept me and you will be with her…today…tomorrow…and forever…"

"SHUT UP!"

Kazuya stalked past the confused Lee, who was wondering why Kazuya was yelling to himself instead of him.

"What's with him now?"

Kazuya's room—midnight

Jun paced the room, wallowing in deep thoughts and anxiety. Her eyes were almost parched with sleepless nights for the past whole week, a distant look in them as she walked around, her soft footsteps being drowned to silence by Kazuya's light snoring. She knew it wasn't good for her in her condition but she was devoid of that blessing that came every night. Jun paused. She stared at Kazuya, his well built torso exposed through the rumpled sheets, his usually spiked hair let down, falling till his neck and shoulders. The light from the crescent moon was dancing off his staunch built and every ripple of his muscles was prominent due to the interplay of the misty white light and the darkness. Her mind went to the first day she had seen him on the balcony. Even back then it was the moon that gave him that divine glow…and perhaps more than anything it showed how he, just like her, didn't belong in this world. She kept staring at him, feeling how lucky a woman she was to be with a man who was more a demigod than he was mortal.

Suddenly she broke down. She cupped her mouth to stifle herself and not disturb him. But it was killing her. Those visions. Those nightmares. Since the day she found out she was pregnant, all those vivid visions of Kazuya's death and hisimminent fightwith Heihachi were overshadowing every ounce of her happiness. She had seen it now, clearly. She knew it now, without a shadow of doubt. This fight will be his last fight. He was going away. He was going to leave her behind, living with her only as a faint memory…through their son. Yes, she had seen that too: their beautiful lovechild was going to be a son. But how would she go on without him? How would she find that happiness, if he was never going to be there with her to see that happiness, to share that happiness?

Zaibatsu Tower—the night before the final

The lift door opened slowly and the sudden onrush of light made Kazuya open his eyes. He blinked slightly as they assaulted his eyes, having kept them closed for a long time. He stepped forward and walked past all the janitors as they wiped the tiled floor. They all stood stiffly, surprised to see their boss coming at such odd hours. Kazuya though was in another stratosphere, his mind on his imminent fight with his father and his battle of destiny—for himself, for her and their child. He walked towards his office and spoke without looking back.

"You all can leave now. Go home."

The janitors were more than happy to oblige and with in a heartbeat the large spacious building was deserted, only being occasionally populated by Kazuya's ghostly deep sighs, as he stood in his office. He sat down at the chair that was the sign of his authority. There was no peace in it but he had grown to like it. Even though since his return from Yakushima to this blasted cursed island he had already planned to leave it all behind, his mansion, his office, his title, even his surname—but just like how a king, despite all the hardship and mental torture hesitates to let go the throne, he too was having that hesitation. Human nature makes us all cling to whatever it is that starts slipping out of our hands.

He let his hands roll over the ebony chair before he sat down in it, staring at ahead at the large table, the few remaining paper work, the picture of Jun at the very end of the table that seemed to glow amidst all the dark colors in his large office. He looked at the golden strip ahead of him with 'CEO Kazuya Mishima' written in it in bold. He picked it up and stared at it for a while before tossing it back with a loud thud. Sliding off his full-length leather coat, revealing his purple tuxedo, he walked up to the large full-size window and stared gloomily at the city that lay spread under him, the various color lights and the darkness of the night making the whole city look like a carol of flames.

He sank his head forward, letting his cheek press against the cold window, his warm breath making a small hazy circle near his mouth. He brought his finger on it and slowly wrote 'J-U-N K-A-Z-U-Y-A' on it. Slowly he watched the circle diminish and his name disappeared, leaving only her name behind.

"There you are," he heard the sweetest voice behind him. The voice that would make him want to close his eyes and just listen to it forever. The only thing more beautiful and peaceful was the woman it belonged to. He turned around slowly and saw Jun standing in the door, a small, strained smile on her face. It was empty. Hollow. Her black eyes were sparkling in the pale glow of the office. She was wearing the dress he had given her the day he proposed to her. How wished they could have gotten married—this was one regret he would always have in his heart till the very end.

"How did you know I was here?" he asked slowly as turned to look at her.

The strained smile didn't leave Jun's face as she stepped towards him.

"I think I know you that well."

"Ah…" Kazuya smiled slowly himself. The same emptiness glowing in his. They both smiled that hollow smile at each other, their sad longing eyes locked into each other's. In that moment of staring at each other's eyes that were drowned in sorrow, both knew that the other too had seen the inevitable. Their breathing hastened as they struggled to control themselves and maintain that empty strained smile. They succeeded. They retained that smile, hollow as it was.

He turned slowly back to the glowing city, staring at the scurrying people, the speeding cars and the myriad tall buildings that scattered across like giant tombstones. Jun, took a deep breath, as she wiped her hands across her now damp eyes, and walked up behind him. She hugged him from behind, encircling him around the torso and waist protectively. Together they stared outside, neither blinking. Neither saying a word.

Rain lashed down harshly against the window, sending layers and layers of cold water down the window. The smoky clouds continued a the surge of darkness above them, sending a flash of a purple light onto the world below, illuminating their bodies with a purple haze, the wet beligerant night revolting continuously against the window that kept it at bay. Jun noticed how it distorting Kazuya's reflection.She hugged Kazuya even tighter, smiling that strained smile when he turned his head slightly towards her.

"You know," she started trying her best to contain herself, "when you c-come back tomorrow we…we will get married as soon as possible. I can't wait anymore…"

"Yes…"

"We would go back to Yakushima and live there…freely."

Jun continued, resting her head against the back of his shoulders, still smiling, still staring unblinking.

"We will go back to the same place where our house was and we'll rebuild it."

"Yes…" Kazuya croaked, his voice barely above a faint whisper.

"We will rebuild it but this time it will be bigger because of our son…we aren't going to be just two anymore, right?"

"Yes…" he said slowly, his voice fading.

Another roll of lightening lit up the sky and the city, taking the darkness away for a moment.

"You know, I was thinking. We would call our son Jin. What do you think?" she asked, trying her best to be perky.

"Yeah, that's a nice name. Jin Mish...no, we will call him Jin Kazama. Ishall abandon my surname...to be finally free."

"Yes," Jun smiled. "You're a new man now." Jun continued after a long pause. "I hope he looks like you. I'll even comb his hair just like yours…" she said laughing slightly.

Kazuya laughed dryly, closing his eyes.

"Yeah, that would be nice."

"…You could work in the town so we can send Jin to school. We would decorate the house as well; get some curtains a few rugs, some prettier cutlery, some more flower vases…because you will bring me flowers and candy everyday…"

Kazuya kept his eyes closed, swallowing hard, his grip over himself weakening with every word Jun was saying. Silence and darkness reigned for a long time, rebelled against only by Jun's low, muffled sobs against Kazuya's back.

"Kazuya…" she finally said slowly, large drops of tears congealed around her eyes, the sorrow and pain in them as vivid asthe moon in that pitch-black night. Kazuya finally opened his eyes in response.

"…When you come back…when you come back tomorrow…don't leave me ever again," Jun whispered softly, her eyes sparkling and shimmering. She tightened her arms around him as they both stared ahead into the night. In that moment lightening flashed again, illuminating Kazuya, the angel behind standing him and the thin watery streaks that traveled down their cheeks.

Mishima mansion—the family dojo, the day of the tournament

Kazuya had ordered the gates to be locked up and any person who was not an employee on the island to be stopped from coming. The island was deserted save for a few of Kazuya's guards and other employees doing the daily jobs. Then at the crack of dawn, Kazuya ordered them to leave the island once Heihachi and he got ready to settle this cursed father-and-son feud. He took deep breaths as he stood silently in the dark room, his arms crossed at his chest, eyes closed—only one face flashing before his closed eyes over and over again.

He had his back to the door. He could hear heavy, deliberate footsteps echo in the empty mansion slowly growing louder. The door then creaked open. Kazuya opened his eyes as he felt a familiar gaze on him. Cold. Unforgiving. He knew it too well. Taking one final deep breath, Kazuya turned around slowly. The sight of Heihachi's demonic silhouette in the door like the Devil's shadow was a familiar one.

"Hello…father," Kazuya finally spoke, his expression taut.

"Ah, this looks familiar doesn't it?" Heihachi smirked arrogantly. "Its time for one more beating, eh sonny boy?"

Kazuya simply stared at him.

"You never stop rambling do you?" Kazuya retorted with even more arrogance.

Both stood with their arms crossed at their chests, standing erect, their proud built prominent. Both exuded an unparalleled arrogance that seemed to hang onto them like an aura.

"Remember all those beatings, sonny?" Heihachi grinned as he readjusted the large bandages around his wrist and his huge fists, his brawny, burly frame wrapped in his old dark grey karate gi, a crimson belt proudly displayed at his broad waist.

"Hmph," Kazuya responded disdainfully his arms still crossed at his chest, sizing up his father. Heihachi was slightly irritated when he noticed Kazuya's apathy towards him.

"You! You dare ignore me so! You always were such an arrogant punk! I'll teach you to respect your father!" Heihachi roared as he powered up, getting into his stance. He made it a mental note to break his son's proud neck in two when he is done with him.

"YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER!" Kazuya roared as he got into his stance. Already his anger was rampaging within his cursed veins. Heihachi scowled a little and then charged forward; ready to end this cursed feud for good. Kazuya stood where he was watching his father rush up to him like a bull. With every thunderous step Heihachi took towards him, Kazuya felt his heart beat racing. He tightened his stance; his eyes narrowing down like an eagle's. In his mind he knew only one thing and kept whispering it to himself.

"Everything would end soon…everything…"

The same face appeared before his eyes again and again and again…

Jun sat quietly in their room. She was the only person there other than those two. She sat on his bed staring ahead of her, her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach. Her black eyes had lost their luster, replaced by worry and fatigue. She had been sitting there waiting for Kazuya to return. He had made her promise not to watch the fight. Instead he told her that she should wait for him, that if he was meant to come back then he would. And if he didn't she should leave the Zaibatsu and everything else behind her and run away. Run far away.

"Kazuya…"

Kazuya ducked under a heavy straight punch. He avoided another one and then crossed his arms around his torso to shield himself from a vicious kick. He flipped back gracefully to avoid Heihachi attempt to grab him and landed a few feet away. He had already broken a sweat. Heihachi had been on the offensive right from the start throwing him on the defensive and gaining the psychological edge.

Kazuya tightened his stance as he stared at Heihachi.

This was not like how it was two years ago. The old man was more vicious now than he was before. The beating the old man had received at his hands a few weeks ago had only made Heihachi even more hell bent on revenge. Kazuya bit his lips.

"Fuck this!"

He charged forward and jabbed at the old man. Heihachi tilted his head to avoid it. Once and then twice. Kazuya spun around to land a backhand but Heihachi pushed him back with a sharp front kick to the midsection.

"Fool! I invented that move!" Heihachi yelled. "Don't think you can land the demon slayer on ME!"

Kazuya staggered back awkwardly but regained his composure just in time to brace himself against Heihachi's jump kick.

"Hell axel!"

Still airborne, Heihachi spun around sent a spin kick at Kazuya's temples. Kazuya ducked under it and using the old man's momentum against him, threw him to the ground with a hip toss.

"Old fool!" Kazuya barked as he tossed his father to the hard floor. He tried stomping Heihachi, but the older Mishima scampered to his feet and rolled out of harm's way. Kazuya couldn't hold back the small smile that crept on his face. That single move was his first to land on Heihachi and it relieved him. Heihachiflipped back up immediately. He spun around to sweep his son of his feet. Kazuya though hopped over it and spun rapidly in midair.

"Tsunami kicks!"

He spun around in the air with his extended leg that whizzed over Heihachi's head like a spinning blade. Another spin forced Heihachi to guard low in order to ward off the sweep that his son was attempting. And then again. Out of the blue, Kazuya spun around yet again and landed a jarring spin kick to his father's ribs that knocked the wind out of him. Heihachi reeled back in pain, clutching at his side.

"What the…?"

Surprised he looked up at his son, who stood in front of him, his determined black eyes locked into his. Heihachi brushed his large hand over his face to wipe the sweat. He stared at his son for a while, rather interested.

"I admit you've gotten stronger…but you're still no match for me and you never will be!"

Kazuya stepped forward to shut him up with a right hook but all of a sudden he saw Heihachi dash at him rapidly—he didn't expect the old man to move that fast.

"Iron hand!"

"Gah!"

Kazuya spat out blood as Heihachi dug his palm deep into his abdomen like a cannon ball launching him backwards with an incredible force. Kazuya landed heavily on the ground but rolled up only to see Heihachi leaping in the air above him, spinning around as he did so.

"Leaping sidekick!"

The kick landed right in Kazuya's face, opening up a deep cut at his right cheekbone. Blood flew out of the wound as Kazuya sprawled to the floor, pressing the wound with this right hand. He staggered to his feet and slowly stood up to his full height. He stared at the blood on his gloves and felt it trickle down his face like bloody tears. Yet despite the pain he fell in his stance and charged Heihachi.

"Oh?" Heihachi let out as he saw his son charge him.

Heihachi snuck forward with another straight punch but Kazuya tackled him to the floor with his 'ultimate tackle' move. They both fell to the ground and before Heihachi knew it Kazuya was onto him again, bashing his face thrice with vicious punches.

"Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!" Kazuya kept shouting.

At the forth punch though Heihachi blocked Kazuya's fist and pushed him off him with a powerful kick. Kazuya groaned in pain as he felt Heihachi's foot pound right in particularly vulnerable spot: the area between the chest and upper abs. Kazuya fell to the floor a few feet back and staggered up after a while only to sink back again, blood flowing out of his mouth. He stared up at Heihachi who stood over him with a scowl, almost reprimanding him.

"What's the matter with you, Kazuya? It's not like you to fight so desperately!"

"Go…to…hell…" Kazuya hissed as he stood up, still clutching his chest. Heihachi though wasn't in any hurry.

"Ah! You are trying to defend that woman aren't you? Why bother? All that matters in this world is power!"

"I…love her!"

Heihachi smiled gleefully at his son's words.

"Stupid fool!"

Instantly he was onto Kazuya again throwing a series of punches at his face and midsection. Kazuya swatted and parried them, returning the favor with punches of his own. Both threw countless punches and kicks at each other but neither was able to breach each other's solid defense. Heihachi felt the power in Kazuya's punches and smiled.

"That's my boy! If only you were that tough as a child I wouldn't have tossed you off that cliff! At least now you wouldn't die being a disgrace to me!"

Kazuya's eyes flared. He felt his anger rising, much to the delight of the demon that populated his soul. He could feel his anger rising and with it, the power in his punches. His hatred was returning. His power was returning.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Crack.

A loud crackling sound echoed in the dojo as Kazuya's fist almost bounced off Heihachi's jaw. Heihachi was shocked with the impact of the punch but Kazuya was unrelenting and vicious. Suddenly his punches picked up pace and after a series of well-laid punches on his father, Kazuya pushed him back with a powerful blow to the midsection.

"Abolishing fist!"

Heihachi staggered back. The punch hit him on his ribs again, making him wince in pain. Kazuya's punch had fractured some of his bones.

"Heihachi!"

He lashed out at his father, giving in to the slowly building fury. Heihachi regrouped and seeing his charging son, planted his foot heavily in the ground and bolted forward bringing up his fist with him.

"Demon uppercut!"

The blow whizzed towards Kazuya but he dodged it easily, sending a powerful left drilling into his father's jaw. The punch made Heihachi's head spin. Kazuya planted his foot on the ground and sent another jarring shot—this time to his ribs. Then the fury demented him and with it he let loose a brutal barrage of punches at his father who tried desperately to shield himself from his enraged son's attacks.

"He's strong!" Heihachi gasped as Kazuya beat him over with a barrage of punches, each more powerful than the other. Suddenly a powerful hook whipped Heihachi's head to the right, his sweat and blood flying. Desperate, Heihachi shot forward with a right of his own but another punch by Kazuya stopped his attack midway and snapped his head in the other direction, this one stronger than before. With faint eyes he saw Kazuya's face contorted in fury. Heihachi's eyes widened as he saw his son crouch, electric sparks flying off his son's silhouette in all directions, his massive fist glowing a bright blue. Kazuya spun once and lashed towards his father, leaping high in the air as he brought his glowing fist to his father's jaw with deadly accuracy. With rage burning inside him Kazuya launched his father upwards with his devastating uppercut.

"Lightening uppercut!"

Heihachi groaned loudly as he was launched in the air and landed clumsily on the ground with a loud thud. He remained prone on his back for a while panting hoarsely, his massive ego not letting him slip into unconsciousness. Not this time.

"I…I…can't…I wont…to…you bastard…" he gasped over and over again as he tried to get back up. Kazuya stared at his hands when he saw his father lying prone on the ground. His strength was returning but at the price of every shard of his cursed soul.

"No…"

All of a sudden her face appeared, staring at him as if pleading for him to stop. Once again he found himself at the cross road where in order to go to the light he had to go through darkness and in order to stay away from the darkness he had no choice but to die. He stood there silently staring ahead of him as if in a trance.

"Jun…"

Heihachi slowly picked himself up after a long time. He was bleeding and battered up but his stubbornness and pride gave him the strength to go on. He straightened up to his full height and stared at his son who was standing there perplexed, apparently in deep thoughts—thoughts that weren't of fighting.

"STOP DAY DREAMING FOOL!" he roared.

Kazuya stiffened when he heard his father's voice. Before he could even react Kazuya felt the world rattle in front of him as Heihachi's fist hit him in the face like a sledgehammer. The force in the blow launched him high in the air.

"Demon uppercut!"

Kazuya fell hard on the floor. He checked his mouth for blood and stared at his father. Heihachi was hurt. He could see it in the way he was moving. He was favoring his ribs where Kazuya's 'abolishing fist' had landed. But the fact of the matter was simple: Heihachi wasn't going down.

Kazuya spat the blood out of his mouth and stood up. He fell in his stance but suddenly felt faint—the effect of the unexpected blow was now taking it tole on him. He also realized that the kick Heihachi had landed on his chest was the real main cause, something that was slowly draining his power away. And with him going all out a few minutes ago it had only made it worse. He had been tricked. He held his head as he reeled slightly. Heihachi stared at him in a bored expression.

"What's this? One solid blow and you're acting like a weenie! Pathetic!"

He dashed forward and leapt and sent a powerful roundhouse kick towards Kazuya's temples. Kazuya retaliated with a roundhouse of his own. Both of their legs bounced off the others and this time Kazuya took the initiative sending a straight punch at Heihachi's heart.

"Die!"

Heihachi caught him by the wrist and with the other put held his son roughly by the hair.

"Not today! Stone head!"

Kazuya saw his father move his head back and shoot it forward like a stun gun, landing beneath his left eye. Like the previous time, he felt blood oozing out of his new wound. As he fell to the floor again, he felt his hot viscid blood spilling out freely. Already some of the blood had streaked down his neck and torso and the sweat made it even worse. He was drenched in blood by now and the bleeding hadn't stopped from even the first wound Heihachi had given him. Kazuya struggled to his feet but Heihachi brought his foot down on his face again, deliberately ramming it on his wound.

"Gah!"

Kazuya writhed painfully on the floor, clutching his face. He was losing. He was losing. He couldn't. He had to go on.He had to. The younger Mishima tried picking himself up, with every ounce of his strength but sank down on all four. His body had given way. The heart was willing but the flesh had abandoned him. He felt a shadow over him and looked up to see Heihachi stand over him, powering up. Huge bolts of lightening shot up and down the old man's brawny frame as he raised his massive fist above his head.

"DIE! LIGHTENING HAMMER!"

Heihachi kept his fist raised for a while, powering up to insane levels. The utter and absolute annihilation of his son…that was all that he could think of. Kazuya closed his eyes. This was it…the moment his dream had shown him. The moment Devil told him off. The moment he was going to die and everything that mattered to him would be left behind. Jun would be left behind. But he was prepared and glad. He had found love in the end. He had met an angel in the end. These past few weeks with her were a respite from a living hell that was his life. He had no regrets. He had no regrets, except one…

"I wish I had met you before…Jun…"

"What are you doing, you imbecile!"

Devil.

"Kazuya! You want to die and leave her behind all by herself? Do you think Heihachi will leave her alone once he is done with you? Do you think this is would be over with your pathetic end! Heihachi will destroy everything you've ever touched!"

Kazuya shook his head vehemently. No, he must not give in. He must not.

"And your promises, Kazuya? Didn't you make a promise to protect your child? Didn't you promise you would never leave her?"

Kazuya's eye fluttered open. That promise. The promise to be by her side and never leave her ever. Would he break his word to his unborn child? Would he break his word to the one person that meant the whole world to him? Kazuya gritted his teeth as this new mental torture maddened him.

" Accept me, Kazuya. Accept me now and save everything that you hold dear to you!"

Yes, there was no other choice. There wasn't. He became one with the darkness, a creature of darkness, the moment he sold his soul to Devil. Jun's face appeared before him, staring at him in a yearning way.

"Forgive me…Jun…"

Heihachi's eyes widened in disbelief when a purple flash and an unearthly howl from Kazuya knocked him far away and into the wall of the dojo. He crumbled down to the ground, gritting his teeth in pain. He squinted his eyes painfully as the bright purple flash intensified.

"What the hell…?" he croaked staring at the unearthly spectacle in front of him. He could hear blood-curling howls coming from where the light was, and in the midst of it was a shadow convulsing and writhing on the ground as if it were being torn apart limb from limb. "What is this…evil presence?"

A deathly cold wind blew inside the room. Jun stared towards the window and watched the day turn darker, ebony clouds covering up the sun. She knew what it all meant. Everything was going to end now.

Finally the light died away and when Heihachi opened his eyes he saw a large purple figure squatting on the ground in front of him. Large bat-like wings tore their way out of its back and a tail that lashed in the air like a whip. Giant talons tore through its flesh on the arms and forearms. It slowly straightened up to its full height, its face still lowered as if heaved by a world of remorse, desolation and self-pity. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head and opened its eyes, eyes that shone an eerie crimson color burning with hatred, a third one tearing its way from the center of its forehead…and they all were locked on to him. Heihachi staggered to his feet, utterly petrified…and more so when he realized who it was.

Devil-Kazuya.

Comments: this fan fiction is drawing to its close with one more chapter left. i hope you guys liked this chapter despite its many flaws. I hope i managed to pull off a decent fight between Heihachi and Kazuya without either going out of character.