Note: Sorry for the delay between chapters. I started this story in my winter break, and now I'm back in school. I'll try to keep up, but there are no guarantees, with all my schoolwork and such.
Three Months Ago
Asuka Kazama rounded the street corner, walking with a spring in her step. Everybody back at home would be so proud of her. "Wow…today was definitely an awesome day," she thought out loud, "I aced my Calculus midterm, I know I aced that Bio pop quiz today, and my needy ex finally got the clue that we are through!" Asuka felt like she was on top of the world and nothing would be able to bring her down. She started whistling a tune and played with the green and blue skirt of her school uniform. She swung her book bag back and forth without a care in the world.
Asuka rounded the last corner saw her father's dojo down the street. She noticed that the door was left wide open with nobody outside. While this was out of the ordinary, she didn't think anything of it. However, as she got closer, she automatically sensed something wrong. Suddenly, she got a very low sinking feeling in her stomach.
She entered the dojo and she was horrified at what she saw. It looked like the dojo was vandalized. Everything that could be moved in the dojo was upturned. Pictures were torn and thrown everywhere. Some of the boards on the dojo floor and the far wall were cracked. The entire floor was almost covered with debris. However, through the debris, Asuka could see a trail of blood which led to the next room on the left. She dropped her book bag and assumed the defensive position that her father taught her.
Cautiously, Asuka sidestepped through the debris and approached the next room. If it were possible, it seemed as if there were more debris on the floor than in the previous room. The blood trail led to the door on the right. She could hear somebody gasping for breath in the next room. Asuka approached the door and saw a strange, shirtless man who she has never seen before in the room. His back was turned to her, and she noticed his long black braid. He wore gold bracelets on both wrists. His pants were plain red on one side, while there was a pattern of gold and green on the other side, each with matching shoes.
As she was mentally cataloguing the shoes he wore, she noticed the trail of blood ended at the corner of the room. She saw her father, gasping for air to enter his lungs, with blood and bruises covering his face. While it seemed that he had gone through much more bodily harm than humanly possible, his eyes burned with rage and determination in place of the utter fear that most would have. All of the color left out of Asuka's face as she saw her father in such a state.
Suddenly, the strange man started to walk toward him, raising his right fist. It was then that she noticed that his fists were covered in blood. Her father's blood. Filled with anger, she picked up a relatively sharp stake that was among the debris on the floor and quickly threw it at the stranger, aiming at the back of his left knee to stop his advances.
The stake entered the back of his knee with a sickening sound, and the stranger howled in pain. He pulled the bloodied stake out with an even more sickening sound. He turned around and faced Asuka. As he sized up the young woman, a small smile crept over his face. His angular features seemed to portray the many battles that he has fought. His entire torso was covered with sweat; obviously, a furious battle had been waged between Asuka's father and him.
"Asuka, no!" screamed her father. However, his scream may as well have come from 100 yards away. She only focused on the stranger; the stranger who was now approaching her with a limp in the leg that she injured. Even with his limp, he looked menacing. Get yourself ready, you're in for the fight of your life thought Asuka.
Suddenly, a voice entered the room. "Your mission has been compromised. You are ordered to return to the rendez-vous point and back to HQ with the sample in hand," said the voice. As it was speaking, the stranger touched his left ear, and Asuka noticed the earpiece that the voice came from.
Muttering a swear, he walked to the far wall and punched it with an amazing amount of force. The building shook as a portion of the wall was obliterated. Asuka covered her eyes. He walked through and looked back at her. He gave her an evil smirk, turned around, and ran with amazing speed for a man with an injured leg.
Asuka remembered that face and the evil smirk that crept up on his face that fateful day. It would continually haunt her dreams. She decided that the face of the stranger was the face of pure evil.
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Present Day
"This can't be…it just can't," Jin stammered. He turned his back on what seemed to be his mother and started walking the other way. Suddenly, the vision appeared before him.
"Jin…my son. Listen to me," muttered Jun in a loving voice as she reached to touch his cheek. Jin let out a small shriek and backed away with fear in his eyes.
"What the hell?" gasped Hwoarang, as he looked at the Jun that was standing where they first saw her, and the second Jun that appeared behind them. As he was backing away, he tripped on a stray branch and fell on his bottom.
"Everyone sees her, right? It isn't just me?" Ling asked pathetically. She already knew the answer to her question.
"Children, please, listen to what I have to say," said the calm Jun. Her gaze hypnotized the four teenagers. Suddenly, the scenery changed. Visions of heaven and hell flooded their brains. Forests, deserts, oceans, the sky, cities, tundra, and plains all appeared before them in rapid succession. They were then abruptly in the front of the Mishima Zaibatsu. Everybody knew what the Mishima Zaibatsu were famous worldwide for: they were the leading developer in drugs for consumer use. The four all looked up at the building that reached the skies. The top of the building was shrouded in the darkness as rain began to fall on their faces. As quickly as it came, the vision of the Mishima Zaibatsu left, and for some reason, they were all relieved that it left.
After this dizzying cycle, they finally found themselves at the edge of another forest. This one had more greenery than the forest on the way to school. They were on the edge of a river, and there was a small hut behind them. Jin recognized this place as the place where he was raised. Where he was raised by his mother. Jun began speaking softly to the children, and kept her gaze on them. Suddenly, the four teens each felt something stir within them, as if raw power raged through each of their veins.
"Ling Xiaoyu, the Wind Walker,"
"Julia Chang, daughter of the Earth,"
"Hwoarang, knight of Fire"
"Jin Kazama, son of the Light"
"I know you must all be very scared. Be that as it may, use those emotions to fuel your strength. The fate of the world rests in your hands. The future depends on you, and you are all worthy of assuming this responsibility."
The four teens stared at each other in shock. They couldn't believe what they were hearing, what they were seeing, what they were touching. This was just too ethereal. This kind of stuff only happened in the fan-fiction that Ling read on the Internet.
Jun continued, "Saving the world. Daunting, isn't it? Please do not be afraid. You all have the potential to become the greatest warriors the Earth has ever seen. Your lives have taken their individual paths just to reach this point."
Hwoarang let out a deep breath. He was never a believer in destiny; Jun's words changed that immediately.
"Be aware that you are not alone in this fight. Others will join you, and I will do all in my power to guide you through this trial. Remember who you are fighting for, and remember that you are all must rely on each other to succeed in banishing the encroaching shadow from the world."
Suddenly, Jun turned around and started walking away. None of the four had realized that a pair of white wings were folded upon themselves and were attached to her back. The wings began to unfold and stretch, and began to vanish. Jun then suddenly began to become transparent, until she disappeared completely.
"WAIT!" Jin yelled after her. He started running towards his mother, desperate to find any remnant of her. Frantically, he started searching the area, until he finally slumped down to his knees.
Left in the forest where he grew up, Jin felt something falling down his cheek. He didn't notice that it was a tear until Ling came up to him and wiped it away with her thumb.
"Umm…yeah…" Hwoarang broke the silence among the four.
"Why us? I don't understand…I didn't even know you guys until today," muttered Julia.
"I'm scared…what are we going to do?" asked Ling. She was on the verge of tears herself. "Where do we go from here?" Before Ling finished asking the question, all four of them already knew the answer.
"We are all going to the Mishima Zaibatsu," Jin muttered. Ling, Julia, and Hwoarang turned towards him. He stood up and faced the other three. "We are all going to the Mishima Zaibatsu," Jin said in a louder voice. The sadness in his face that was there a second ago was replaced with hardened resolve. The resolve and strength that his mother gave him.
Note: I know...it is kind of getting muddled and rushed. But I swear I have a direction to this story. )
