Tekken: Devil's journey.
This is a Tekken fic set a couple of weeks after Tekken 5. I'm using Jin's ending as the main one because, well he kicks ass!
Hey guys, thanks for the reviews. I really didn't expect to get any. To those that read and liked the first chapter, here's the second one.
CHAPTER 2: The Fighters Gather.
Kazuya Mishima stood staring out of the window of his office, staring at the people scurrying around on the ground below. He hated the weak. The strong were the ones to live and those weaker than them were not worthy of life. He knew it was the demon within him that made him think like that but he didn't care anymore. He had comes to acknowledge and even accept that he had sold himself to the devil. He actually relished the power it gave him.
"Insects!" He whispered quietly to himself keeping his cold gaze pointing out the window even as his door loudly opened.
"Why haven't you been answering your phone?" Heihachi asked angrily stomping into the room. He had been phoning his son for close to an hour without success.
Kazuya kept his intense stare aimed out the window at the tiny ant like people below. "I haven't heard it ring." He said in his dark evil voice which he always used. It would unnerve a normal man but Heihachi was no normal man.
"Whatever." Snapped the grey-haired man. "It's on the move again. A martial artist from Thailand has been reported as its latest victim."
Kazuya smirked though he never said anything. He turned his mismatched eyes towards his father. He could hardly keep the hate off his face. He wished he could just crush the old fools head now. The moment he had what he wanted he would kill him. His smile grew darker as he thought of how he would make the large grey man suffer before he finally put an end to him.
Heihachi smirked too, knowing what was likely to be running through his sons head and that he would betray him. He was betting on it. He would strike him down before he had the chance though; Heihachi was the best when it came to betrayals after all.
Heihachi could hardly wait, soon he would be able to take the devil gene from his son and then all that would be needed to make him the ultimate life form would be the DNA from…
"Are you sure this Ogre will show up at the tournament?" Kazuya asked breaking him from thoughts.
'Ogre' Heihachi thought to himself. That's all that would be needed after he had the devil gene. "Yes, he is drawn to power so if we have the greatest fighters all at one place, he will surely come."
Kazuya turned to look out the window once again. He would pretend to be interested in this ogre until what he wanted came. He clenched his fists as he felt the devil growing excited at the thought.
"Another one?" Miharu asked surprised. "They've just finished one!"
"I know, aint it great?" Xiaoyu bounced on the spot excitedly holding a now scrunched up piece of paper. "Opps!" She cried trying to desperately smooth it out.
"Let me read." The short haired girl didn't really ask as she snatched the paper out of her bouncy friends and began to read. "Miss Ling, you are invited to participate in the up coming King of Iron Fist Tournament. If you accept, you are to report to the Mishima Headquarters on the fifteenth of next month to sign for tournament entry. Signed, Heihachi Mishima."
"Well I guess they like to keep things short eh." She said to the pigtailed girl standing next to her with hearts in her eyes.
'Jin will be there, he's the head of Mishima after all.' She thought barely stopping herself from drooling at the thought of seeing the always silent warrior.
"What will I wear?" She shrieked, horrified at the thought of not looking her best in front of Jin. She quickly turned to look at her friend who was taking cautious steps backwards away from her.
"Miharu, we're going shopping!" She ordered, her face determined. She grabbed a hold of her friend's hand dragging her out the front door of the house in the direction of the shopping mall.
"But…It isn't for another month!" Miharu moaned.
Hwoarang sleepily made his way down the stairs towards the kitchen of his master's house, Baek Doo San. Baek had told him after the tournament that he had gotten more undisciplined and his skills were diminishing because of it. So for over a month now he had been getting retrained, which felt more like a beating and a lecture everyday.
"You should have been up an hour ago!" Baek scolded walking into the kitchen as Hwoarang pulled a carton of milk from the fridge. He didn't respond as he opened the lid and began to drink directly from the carton. The cold milk never made it past his throat because of a light chop to his throat caused him to cough and spit it out.
"Don't drink from the carton!"
Hwoarang levelled a glare at the grey haired man. "You could have just said so!" He snapped wiping milk from his face. The older man didn't answer; he just threw a small white envelope at him.
"What's this?" He asked as he opened it and began to read, mumbling the words out loud. "Mr Hwoarang, you are invited to participate in the up coming King of Iron Fist Tournament. If you accept, you are to report to the Mishima Headquarters on the fifteenth of next month to sign for tournament entry. Signed, Heihachi Mishima."
"Wow! Did you get one too master?" Hwoarang asked growing excited. Another chance to fight Jin. This time he would beat him for sure.
Baek frowned slightly. "No." Was all he said.
"Well that's okay; you don't really need an invite. Just come with me and sign your name down." Hwoarang said smiling, loving the fact that he had personally been invited to compete and his mentor hadn't.
Baek's face turned deadly serious, more so than usual. "Hwoarang, I can't stop you but…I don't think you should enter this tournament." He warned. He had been having a really bad feeling lately, something he couldn't just shrug off. He was nearly certain I had something to do with this tournament.
"WHAT? Why?" Hwoarang exploded.
"Just a feeling." Came the quiet response from his master.
Hwoarang looked uncertain for a moment before his face suddenly became determined. "I have to." He said with a confident but defiant tone to his voice as he looked at his master.
Baek sighed in defeat. He couldn't stop the boy but maybe he could prepare him should something bad happen. "Fine."
Hwoarang smirked at that, it wasn't often it managed to get his own way when it came to Baek.
"But I am doubling your training then for preparation for the Tournament." He said
"NO WAY!" Hwoarang shouted, outraged. He bowed his head in defeat when he saw the look on his mentors face. 'Maybe I shouldn't go' He thought as he head towards the dojo following his master.
'I better thrash Jin this time!' He thought angrily.
Lee Chaolan walked through the crowded Tokyo streets cursing his luck. He had finally managed after all those years to gain control of the Mishima Zaibatsu. His life long goal. This was snatched away by Kazuya. How he hated that man, with all his heart and soul, he wished Jin had killed him when had the chance.
He was walking past a narrow alleyway when he felt strong large hands grab him roughly pulling him in and pinning him against the wall. He was been held by the neck, his feet not touching the ground. He looked at the attacker with surprise.
"Who sent the assassin after me?" He asked, his tone kept low and dangerous. His eyes were barely showing from under his hood.
Lee gulped slightly. He didn't know all the details, but from what he gathered, this boy had been able to defeat both Heihachi and Kazuya and that was someone he didnt want to messwith."I don't know, either Heihachi or Kazuya. Maybe both considering they were working together when they threw me from the Mishima headquarters." He viciously spat out trying to gain some of his dignity back. He kind of wished he never when the younger mans eyes grew darker.
Suddenly, Jin dropped him down on the ground and turned back up the passageway. He stopped before he stepped into the shadows. He didn't turn as he spoke. "What are they up too?"
Lee gently rubbed his neck. "I don't know, I don't even know why they left me alive." He said looking down slightly in thought. If the positions were reversed, he would have killed both Kazuya and Heihachi to make sure they were no longer a threat. He looked up to speak to Jin but he was already gone.
A MONTH LATER
Xiaoyu looked grumpily at the ocean with her arms resting on the railing of the dock. It had been the day of signing at the Mishima Headquarters and she still hadn't seen Jin. Now all the people who were going to be fighting were waiting for the boat to come take them to the Mishima's private island. Which didn't look to be coming anytime soon.
Not only that but a creepy grey haired guy with snake skin pants on had been staring at her for the past hour.
"When's this stupid boat going to come?" She asked herself for like the hundredth time.
"What's with the grumpy face?"
She turned her head towards the speaker to see a girl about her age with short brown hair wearing a blue halter top and a blue sleeveless overall that was cut of far above the knee.
"I'm Asuka Kazama." She greeted cheerfully.
Xiaoyu recognised the other girl from the last tournament even though they never actually spoke or fought each other. "Heya. I'm Ling Xiaoyu but just call me Xiao." She introduced smiling.
"So are you going to tell me what's wrong?" She asked again. Hopefully it would be a bully, and then she could show him her fists of justice.
Something clicked inside Xiaoyu. "W-what did you say your last name was again?" She asked nervously hoping she had heard wrong.
"Kazama. Why?" She asked puzzled.
Xiaoyu nearly fainted. She HAD heard right. 'Calm down Xiao, it's probably just his sister or something!' She frantically thought to herself. She prayed with all her might the other girl wasn't who she was really thinking she was. "H-how are y-you related to Jin?" She stuttered out.
"Jin? The winner of the last tournament? I don't know really." She answered confused. Now tat she thought about it, they did have the same last name. Maybe she should ask him if they ever saw each other. Asuka was broken from her thoughts by a loud yell.
"YES!" Xiaoyu cried happily. He hadn't married somebody else after all.
"What are you so happy about?" Came a cocky voice over her happy cries.
"Oh, it's only you." Xiaoyu turned her nose up in loathing.
Hwoarang came to stand in front of her. "Come on baby, I know you want me."
"Yeah, I WANT you to jump of a bridge!" She said growing tired of the boy's presence already. Any enemy of Jin's was an enemy of hers.
"Who's this?" Asuka asked eyeing the red headed boy disapprovingly.
"A nobody! Who keeps challenging people way stronger than him and losses all the time!" Xiaoyu replied sticking her tongue out at the boy who was sending glares her way.
Before he could launch a comeback, Xiaoyu squeaked quietly, her eyes going wide, staring off in the distance behind him and scampered off through the crowded dock filled with fighters, dock workers and luggage carriers.
Hwoarang turned to the other girl present. "So…You're pretty hot." He said in a bored tone trying to strike up a conversation to which she just glared at him.
"Jin!" She weaved past a large bald man wearing a pair of brown leather looking pants and brown vest with white fur along the bottom. He stood head and shoulders above the other people at the docks.
"Jin!" She leapt over a short man carrying luggage, terrifying the man into dropping it. She quickly twists out of the way to avoid colliding with a tall blonde man with a heavy British accent who was arguing with the Mishima luggage carriers.
"If ya drop those again, ya bloody idiot, I'll knock your lights owt! Understa--Hey watch where the bloody 'ell you going, eh?" He shouted at Xiaoyu's retreating form waving his fist.
Xiaoyu ignored the angry man as she slid gracefully under the legs of a tall black man wearing a pair of black sweat pants and a white vest with tribal symbols on. Well, she would have slid completely under if her head had been a tad lower.
"OWW!" The large man screamed in a high pitched voice as he fell to the ground holding his privates.
Xiaoyu shouted a quick apology as she never stopped her run and blushed slightly when she realised what she had just banged her head off.
'There' She could see him completely now. He was wearing a pair of black pants with white tribal symbols up each side of his legs with a matching hooded jacket. It had a large white tribal symbol on the back with two smaller ones on each arm.
She bumped into a large spiky blonde haired man who was arguing with a smaller Chinese looking man with an American accent about some sort of bill. The taller man tumbled into the water and the smaller of the two turned and ran away from the yelling blonde.
"JIN!" She screamed to get his attention. It worked as he stopped dead in his tracks. It also got most other peoples attention as they all turned to look at her too. Jin looked at her for a moment before continuing his walk disappearing behind some large metal crates.
Never one to give up, Xiaoyu ran after him disappearing behind the same crates. When she got round, she found Jin standing resting against the large metal crate with his arms folded. He looked up at her from under his bangs and the black hood for a moment before lowering his gaze.
"Hey!" She said shyly. 'Wow, good opening line Xiao. You've only been dreaming about speaking to him for like ever!' She mentally scolded herself. She took a step closer towards him. She was beginning to feel extremely nervous as she spoke again.
"What a surprise to see you here! Well not really, he he, you did organise this Tournament right. That's what all the head's of the Mishima Company do! So what's it like to be like the richest person in the whole wide world?" She asked taking a breath. 'Way to go. Ramble on like an idiot. That will impress him!'
Jin remained silent with his head still bowed low so she couldn't see his face. Xiaoyu bit her lip nervously as the silence stretched on for a few minutes. After it looked like he wasn't going to speak, she bowed her head and turned to walk away. Maybe beating up Hwoarang might make her feel better.
"I don't own the Mishima Zaibatsu now." Jin said quietly.
Xiaoyu turned to face him with a small frown on her pretty face. Inside though, she was doing a jig. 'Yes, he spoke to me!' She thought while doing the two fingered victory sign in her head
"But you won the last Tekken? Who owns it now?" She asked just trying to keep the conversation going.
Xiaoyu didn't notice the way Jin tensed up or that his clenched his teeth together. "The Mishima's." He answered in the same quiet voice he usually used but she noticed it had an edge to it this time.
"Oh." She said intelligently, deciding to change the subject. She didn't want to chase him away by talking about something he obviously didn't want to talk about. "So…what are you doing away round here. You might miss the boat."
Jin remained silent for a second before answering. "I like the quiet here." He replied.
Xiaoyu smiled at him brightly. "Oh me too. Yup, I love the quietness. My grandpa does too, he always goes out into the garden to get it though, which is silly really, cause it's always quiet in the house. I know because I'm always in there. He he. Quiet as a mouse. Thats me! " She rambled on laughing nervously.
'Shoot me now! Why won't my mouth just stay closed?' She mentally screamed. She was sure that he must think she was the biggest moron entering the tournament.
"I think you should go now."
Xiaoyu looked at his hooded head sadly. She felt a pain in her chest. 'This is what rejection feels like?' She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Why?" She asked, surprised that her voice didn't sound as weak as she felt at the moment.
Jin raised his head slightly revealing the bottom half of his face. "The boats here." He said as the corners of his lips turned upwards slightly into a small smile.
He wasn't rejecting her! She felt hope swell into her chest. "Aren't you coming?" she asked cheerily. She felt on top of the world.
"Shortly." He said quietly, his smile faded. Xiaoyu was about to say something when he lifted his head fully to look at her. "Xiaoyu, I'll…seeyou later on the boat." He said as he gave her a small smile.
Xiaoyu nearly passed out at those words. 'He wants to see me later! Oh My God. Who knew he liked bubbling idiots?' She gave him the thumbs up and the best smile she could manage and ran off round the container towards the boat.
Jin's smile fell from his face as he pushed off the wall. "You can come out now." He called out, somehow his voice sounding both loud and quiet at the same time. He turned his head to the side as a gorgeous woman, who looked in her twenties walked out of the shadows.
"How cute. She seems to really like you. Don't worry though; I'll leave your pretty face intact for your funeral." The woman taunted as she came fully into the light. She had short brownish-red hair and was wearing a long red Chinese looking dress which showed off an impressive amount of cleavage.
Jin looked closely at the woman's face. She looked a lot like the blonde woman who attacked him at his apartment. "Who are you?" He asked sounding bored.
The woman scowled at him. Her lips pouted slightly. "You are a rude young man. No fun at all!" She huffed. Her mock sulking was quickly replaced with a murderous look as she reached behind her back and pulled out three small throwing knives which she through quickly and accurately at him.
He rolled dodging to the side as the knives clattered off the metal crate behind him. He never managed to get to his feet for long; instead he was tripped with an easy sweep towards the back of his legs. He landed on the ground roughly but otherwise unhurt. He tried to get back up but that action was stopped as the woman put her foot on his chest.
He looked up at her with a fierce look.
"No one escapes Anna Williams twice!" She warned twisting her foot slightly digging her heel into his chest. Her small victory was short lived as he gripped her ankle tightly and turned to the side so that his stomach was on the ground and forcing himself between Anna's legs. Her surprised look turned into a smirk.
"Not many men get between these legs honey. You should feel privileged that you do before you die." She joked.
Jin didn't reply. He just pushed off the ground as hard as he could, launching himself and Anna into the air. Once airborne, he grabbed her head from over his shoulder and tossed her to the ground and attempting a crude double footed stomp on the petite woman. It missed however as she agilely rolled to the side.
He used her downed status to his advantage as he delivered a few powerful kicks to her side before she rolled back onto her feet. Jin rushed forward to deliver a right punch which was caught. Anna pulled hard towards herself and twisted, causing Jin to stumble past her, nearly falling forward. She used that as an opportunity to place a simple but affective kick between his legs.
She laughed, ignoring the pain in her side, as he collapsed on the ground. "I call that Cruel Punishment! Fitting is it not?" She mocked.
Jin rose slowly to his feet with a pained expression on his face. He growled as he rushed forward and threw a left right combo which was blocked and followed up with an axe kick. Anna stepped backwards away from the descending foot. As the foot passed her face she dashed forward to counter attack. She was shocked to see a large fist speed towards her face.
Jin smirk as the woman stepped right into his fist. He hit her with a ten hit combination, striking her in the face with his fist then quickly lashed out twice with his left foot hitting her in the thigh and stomach. He swiftly spun round delivering a solid spinning right kick which struck her in the face and then rapidly connected with three powerful punches and a straight kick to the face. He followed up with a kick to the side of her knee, forcing her low then finished with an uppercut to the female's head.
The blow caught her under the chin sending her flying back. Jin was about to press the advantage when he felt something strike him lightly in the foot. He quickly looked down and noticed a grenade with out a pin.
"Shit!" He moaned turning and running as fast as he could behind a metallic crate, hoping it would be enough protection.
BOOM
The explosion rocked the large container making it topple forward. Quickly, Jin dove out of the way, barely avoiding being crushed. As the dust settled, he scanned around for the short haired assassin who was no where to be seen.
"Damn." He grumbled under his breath. He looked around thankful that everybody had already boarded the ship. He ran quickly and dove into the clear ocean water as the first of the passengers came from the bed to inspect the loud explosion. They were all to busy looking around the smoking rubble that nobody noticed the soaking wet youth climb the anchor's chain onto the large Mishima ship.
Well there's chapter two so tell me what you think. Your reviews are like an author's food you know. We just need it to live. There will be more action next chapter. Will update soon (maybe depending on the amount of reviews, one would be good enough really!) and I know that move Jin used on Anna was kind of crap but hey, he beat her! Lol. Anyways, R&R PLZ.