AN. Now, it's just heartwarming to get that many reviews for my first chapter, so I'm gonna go ahead and post the second one. However, I fear that many people reading (judging from my reviews) think that I'm going to be just continuing straight on from where the prologue left off. Well... Uh... Just to be obstinante, I shall now fastforward six years. Terrible shame that... Enjoy XD

Chapter One – Bitter Memories And Dreams

Jin Kazama bolted upright in bed, sweat breaking out on his forehead and dripping onto the sheets.

"Damned nightmares," he muttered. He wiped a hand over his forehead and stared around the room.

It was a small, cluttered flat. The wallpaper was peeling away to show the rough woodwork walls. Most of the furniture was falling apart; even the bed he was sleeping on creaked uncomfortably whenever he moved.

He fell back on the bed, ignoring the resulting creak, and thought back on his dream.

He held Heihachi, his grandfather, by his shirt, one hand poised to kill him. When he was finished with Heihachi, he would move on to the man on the ground behind him. The man with spiked-up black hair, a cut beneath each eye, his left eye glowing a dim red, and a large scar across his chest. When he was through with Heihachi, he would move on to his father.

He brought his hand back, ready to cut off Heihachi's windpipe. He could feel the dull ache as large black wings erupted from his shoulder blades, flapping menacingly in the moonlight. Heihachi struggled in his grip, and he relished in the feeling.

There was a flash of white and he turned, shocked. There stood there most beautiful woman in his life. His mother.

Jun Kazama stood there for a moment, her dark eyes begging him not to kill his family. Jin felt the Devil gene rise up in him, and realised that if he killed his grandfather and father, then Devil would take over.

This was the point where the dream took two separate paths: what had happened, and what could have happened.

In the first, he threw his grandfather to the ground and left them both on the shrine floor.

In the other...

He looked away from Jun's image quickly, and slammed his hand into Heihachi's exposed throat. The old man choked and spluttered, and a stream of thin blood started to run over Jin's fingers.

"Jin, no!" Jun's voice echoed in his head. "Don't let him win!"

Jin banished her voice from his head, and dropped the dead body of Heihachi onto the wooden floor. He turned to Kazuya, advancing slowly. He could feel tattoos burning themselves into his forehead. There was a strange creaking as two horns erupted from the sides of his head, spreading out and pointing forward. He blinked, feeling his eye colour change to icy silver.

Kazuya stirred slightly, sitting up and rubbing his head. Jin stood over him, his arms by his sides and his eyes narrowed.

"Jin." Kazuya stood up, stumbling slightly. His eyes panned over Jin's new form, then darted towards Heihachi. His eyes widened as he saw Heihachi's blood seeping onto the ground, staining the wood around him.

Jin was now completely overcome by Devil; any trace of the considerate man he had been disappearing. He jumped at Kazuya, punching him in the stomach. Kazuya fell to his knees and gasped for breath, Jin's attack obviously taking him by surprise.

"Don't do it, Jin! Don't kill him!" Jun's voice continued to scream inside Jin's head.

Jin ignored her, punching Kazuya again and again. Kazuya collapsed against his son's punches, and Jin thought he saw a glimmer of tears in his father's eyes. He finished with a strong kick into Kazuya's face. His head snapped back, accompanied by a loud crack that could only be his spine breaking. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, before coughing up a bit of blood.

Jin spat on his father's body as it fell to the ground. He turned and spread his wings, launching through the roof and into the night. And as he flew away he uttered a maniacal laugh that echoed around the forest.

Jin shook his head and glanced over to one wall. Resting there was the one thing in this room that looked cared for; a beautiful, polished mirror. He stared at himself.

He looked like his father. He had the same face (except for his mother's eyes), and the same body structure. He had the same hair, except for the few strands that fell down in a fringe. He frowned, and that just heightened the resemblance.

"I hate you," he hissed at the image in the mirror, at the image of his father. "I really hate you."

He reached up and grabbed the locket around his neck. He undid the catch and brought it in front of his eyes. He fumbled with it for a few minutes, but the little compartment refused to open, once again. He kissed it and put it back around his neck.

The locket was the one token he had to remember his mother, and he always kept it close to him.

He walked to the window and looked out. The street below was packed with people, all pointing towards a new bulletin board which was just out of Jin's sight. He sighed and walked into the cramped bathroom. Ten minutes later he emerged, his hair wet from the shower, wearing a set of matching pants and jacket. He pulled the hood of the jacket up to shield his face and exited the flat.

He had the feeling he wouldn't return to this little room, so he carried a small backpack over one shoulder; it contained all his clothes. A gust of wind struck him in the face as soon as he shut the door and blew through his hair, nearly blowing his hood off. He caught it by putting one hand over it, and started walking briskly down the street. When he got to the crowd of people, he tried to get through, but they were all transfixed with the board and wouldn't move.

He glanced up at it and stopped. It was a simple message with no picture.

"'Enter the King of Iron Fist Tournament 6'," he whispered to himself, reading off the board. "'Could you be the next King of Iron Fist?' Are you kidding?"

"Move it, kid," came a gruff voice from behind him. Jin froze, recognising that voice as Paul Phoenix, another competitor. He moved to the side and Paul promptly took his place. "King of Iron Fist Tournament 6, huh?" he asked. "I'm going to enter and finally take my rightful place as Champion." He nodded and stalked through the crowd. Jin glared after him.

"It's been less than a month," he whispered to himself, staring up at the board again. "Why would they have another one now?"

His eyes narrowed as he spotted the small logo on the corner of the board. It was an emblazoned 'G' in a green circle.

"G Corporation," he muttered. "What have they got to do with this?"

He could feel that something was seriously wrong here, but he followed Paul's footsteps, heading towards Mishima Mansion for the second time in three weeks.

AN. And now the assurance: Don't worry, what happened next in the prologue does actually get explained in this story. Promise XD Please review!