D/C: I don't own Tekken.

Okay, I dunno what to say. It's been ages since I updated, and I'm more than sorry. This story had taken more than a year to be finished, and it's not even a long one! As a way to make up for that, I'm gonna try to finish this story in three or four weeks time, I promise. Alright, and without further ado, I present to you: Chapter 6!

Chapter 6:

'Walk with me, son.'

Jin felt a chill run up his spine as he recognized his father's voice. Slowly, and without saying anything, he got up to his feet. Kazuya pressed something into his back, and Jin was pretty sure it was a gun. He pressed it even more, and Jin stumbled forward. To other people, it would seem as if Kazuya had his arm around his son, and they were having nice evening walk together…but it surely was nothing like that.

'You were quite a challenge to the assassins, Jin, you realize that, don't you?' Kazuya said quietly. 'After Bryan pulled out and Anna got caught in that explosion…most of the other assassins chickened out.'

'Nina Williams didn't,' Jin muttered.

'Well, she just wants to prove a point…she wants to show that she is much better at doing her job than her sister is,' Kazuya replied. 'That's not the point, though…what I mean to say is because of your actions, I've had to take drastic measures.'

'Oh, yeah? On those measures would be holding me at gunpoint?' Jin sneered.

'Can't have you running away, can I?' Kazuya murmured, stirring Jin into a dark alley. 'No, because that would be really stupid. Since none of the others managed to get the job done, I've decided to finish this job off myself…but since I'm such a good father, I've decided to give you a fair fight…father versus son…a fight to the death, how does that sound?'

Jin didn't care how that sounded. He was just feeling immensely relieved now. He was absolutely furious at the idea of his father simply shooting him dead with his gun, but now that he's been given a chance to put up a fight against him, his mood cleared. Kazuya pushed him further into the alley way, and Jin turned around to face him. He stared at him.

Kazuya, on the other hand, smirked and held out his hands. 'No gun,' he told him. 'You've always been so gullible, Jin. It was always so easy to fool you.'

'Why, you sick, cheating bastard…' Jin hissed.

'Tsk, tsk…is that the proper way to talk to your father, Jin?' Kazuya scolded him. 'I'm afraid I'm going to have to teach you some manners…Kazuya-style.'

'Right. Bring it on…dad,' Jin sneered, raising his hands up in defense. 'I'm ready when you are.'

'Remember, you asked for this, Jin,' Kazuya said. 'You couldn't just let the others just kill you, no, you had to cause your father trouble by making him come to do the job himself…and you know what? That makes me really angry.'

Kazuya rushed towards Jin, and threw a strong punch at him. Jin was pushed back a bit by the strength of the punch, but he managed to retain his balance. He straightened up and smiled at Kazuya.

'Is that all you have to give?' he teased him. 'Man…and you're supposed to be my father.'

-

'Where is he? Where is he?'

Hwoarang trudged behind Xiaoyu, trying to maintain his patience. They had been searching the area around the hospital for at least half an hour now, but they still couldn't find any sign of him. Moreover, he was having a difficult time maintaining his patience, since Xiaoyu hadn't stopped whining and complaining the whole time.

'Xiaoyu, if I knew, don't you think we wouldn't have been searching for him by now?' he seethed.

She rounded on him, her eyes narrowed. 'I wasn't talking to you, silly,' she snapped. 'I was just having a dialogue with myself.'

Hwoarang raised his eyebrows. 'You know, Xiaoyu, some people would call that insane,' he told her.

'Yeah, that's right, Hwoarang…you keep talking like that and I'll make sure you end up in the loony bin,' Xiaoyu hissed. 'So shut up and just help me find…'

Suddenly, Hwoarang grabbed her arm and pulled her behind a large garbage can. Xiaoyu started to protest, but Hwoarang clamped a hand over her mouth and pointed to something in a distance. She squinted in the direction he was pointing and saw a blond nurse walking towards them. Xiaoyu frowned, and slapped Hwoarang's hand away. She glared at him.

'You're hiding us…from a nurse?' she said incredulously.

Hwoarang sighed. 'That's not just any nurse, Xiaoyu; that's Nina Williams,' he whispered.

Xiaoyu frowned at him. 'Williams? As in relative of Anna Williams?' she repeated. 'What the hell?'

'Shhh!' Hwoarang hissed, pressing his finger to her lips. 'You should also know that Nina, like her sister, is an assassin, and unless I'm very much mistaken, I think she's after Jin too. And remember that body we saw in the room, I reckon that was Anna.'

'And Jin?' Xiaoyu asked, feeling panicky. 'What happened to Jin?'

Hwoarang squinted in Nina's direction. 'From her grim expression, I reckon she hasn't managed to do him in,' he said quietly. 'Which means he probably escaped and gone into hiding or something, which would make our job a lot more difficult…Xiaoyu? Hey, Xiaoyu! What the hell do you think you're doing?'

But Xiaoyu had already scrambled up to her feet and went to stand in Nina's way. Hwoarang groaned and slapped his forehead, muttering, "Why? Just why did I agree to come with Xiaoyu? And Xiaoyu, of all people!". Sighing with exasperation, he got up to his feet and went after her.

'I hope you know what you're doing,' he hissed in her ear, as Nina halted and started to eye them suspiciously.

'Who are you?' Nina demanded.

'I'll tell you after you've told me what you've done to my husband!' Xiaoyu shot back at her.

'Talk about cheesy comebacks,' Hwoarang muttered, and Xiaoyu glared at him.

'Your husband, what…?' Nina said, bewildered. Then she paused and smirked. 'You wouldn't mean Jin Kazama, would you?'

'Actually, yes,' Xiaoyu replied. 'Jin's my husband, and I demand to know what you've done with him.'

'That's nice,' Nina muttered. 'Searching for your bastard of a husband, eh? Well, I'm sorry, Mrs. Kazama, but I'm afraid the information you request is highly classified.'

Xiaoyu frowned. 'Classified, eh?' she repeated. She smiled lightly. 'What does it take to take the information from you, may I know?'

A shadow of a smile hovered over Nina's lips. 'Well…' she said slowly. 'Now that you mention it, I've been kinda longing for a hand-to-hand combat…you any good?'

Xiaoyu smile became wider. 'You've come to the right person,' she said softly.

'Cool!' Hwoarang exclaimed. 'I get to watch a cat fight! That's way too awesome!'

Nina and Xiaoyu glared at him.

'Right…' Nina said, smiling. 'Don't get me bored.'

Fists raised, Nina launched an attack at Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu shoved Hwoarang away and held her hands up in defense. Nina threw several strong punches and kicks at her opponent, but Xiaoyu managed to block them all. Irritated, Nina powered up her moves several notches. One of her kicks got past Xiaoyu's defenses, and she flew back and crashed into several garbage cans.

'Heh…this is just way too easy,' Nina said, hands on her hips.

'Don't get too cocky,' Xiaoyu warned her, as she got back to her feet. 'I haven't even started yet.'

Sure enough, it only took Xiaoyu a few minutes to perch herself on Nina's back, holding her legs with one arm while she clutched her hair with her other hand. Hwoarang looked positively bewildered.

'O-oi, Xiaoyu! When did you become so strong?' he demanded.

'Hwoarang, you keep forgetting who I live with,' she said, smiling sweetly at him, while Nina thrashed helplessly beneath her. 'Okay, let's get to business…where is my Jin?'

'I don't know! I don't know where he is, okay? I nearly had him, but he managed to get away!' Nina snapped. 'Let go of my hair, you damn bitch!'

Xiaoyu frowned. 'How come most criminals have language issues?' she said, and gave Nina's hair another tug. 'So, you absolutely don't know where Jin is?'

'No, I keep telling you, I don't know where he is!' Nina shouted.

'So what you mean to say is I went into the trouble of beating you for nothing?' Xiaoyu said angrily. 'Damn!'

'What did I tell you?' Hwoarang said. 'It was obvious from her expression that she had been unlucky.'

'Shut up!' Xiaoyu snapped, and tugged at Nina's hair some more. 'What's wrong with wanting to be sure, eh?'

'Nothing, except that you wasted time…time in which we would've probably managed to find Jin…' Hwoarang said, and faked a sigh. 'Who knows? Maybe another assassin caught up with Jin while you were here…fooling around.'

'Hwoa-rang!' Xiaoyu exploded. Nina was the one who got the blow, though; as Xiaoyu was venting out her anger on her hair. 'You trying to make me feel guilty?'

'Maybe,' Hwoarang replied, grinning.

Xiaoyu pouted. 'I hate you,' she mumbled.

-

'You've…become really strong, boy,' Kazuya hissed, as he leaned against a wall for support. 'I thought you'd quit practicing once you got married?'

Kazuya was finding it really difficult to defeat his own son, and it really seemed as if Jin had the upper hand in this combat, which basically sucked big time. He was already feeling worn out, and Jin didn't look like he had even managed to work up a bit of sweat. Jin now stood across from him, arms folded against his chest. He had a mocking smile on his face which really bugged the crap out of him.

'I don't need to practice to retain my skills,' Jin said quietly.

'Ah…yes, of course you don't,' Kazuya said, nodding his head.

'Had enough?' Jin asked, bemused.

'You wish,' Kazuya replied. He reached for his pocket. 'Unfortunately for you, though, I've become quite tired…hand-to-hand combats do not suit me anymore…I've become old for this…'

Jin blinked. 'Huh?' he said, confused.

'You see…lately, I've become quite fond of guns,' Kazuya said softly. He held out a gun in front of him. 'Any last words?'

'You bastard…' Jin hissed. 'You've always been like this all your life…'

'Can't help it,' Kazuya said, simply. 'Well, if there's nothing left for you to say, then shall we get on with our fight?'

Jin faltered a bit. It was true that he had been obviously the stronger one in this battle, but for some reason, as he warily watched the nuzzle of the gun Kazuya was holding, he didn't think he stood much of a chance against him. After all, he wasn't what you might call a man of steel.

'Bye bye,' Kazuya said, smiling, and pulled the trigger.

-

A/N: There! I'm done! What do you think will happen next, eh? Oh, and I'm sorry I didn't put much detail in the fighting scenes, but I always sucks in those, so I thought it would be better not to right it at all. Anyway, if you did like it, then would you please review? And wait for my next chappie! (which is bound to come next week, I promise.)

- S. N. B.