Chapter Summary: Jin knows what has to happen to stop the hurting, but he makes a promise first…

Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken but I do own my OCs and plot. If you steal, be prepared to suffer.

Chapter Warnings: Tragedy, death and sadness.

Notes: I wanted to mix this chapter with the first one but I think it probably would have been messed-up and weird so I came up doing a multi-chapter story. I have planned about three chapters so some people will have to give me some ideas, if there is any interest!

Please review, whether you think it's good or bad!

Extra notes: Also, the detective at the end is Lei Wulong. For this story, I preferred not to use names, just refer to the characters as "he" or "she" or the title of their job because I think it adds to the tragedy of this story (shrugs).

The Pain Hurts

"You can't be serious?"

He nods at her, pacing after he's told her everything.

"That's your plan? To destroy yourself?"

"It has to come to an end. The Mishima bloodline ends here."

"But…,"

She can't think of anything else to say. She knows that if she puts up a protest, he won't give in. He's stubborn, one dimensional. He could never give up on finally being free, free to live, to be safe, to love.

"Have you considered me? Have you considered my feelings at all?"

She could hardly believe she was coming out with the words, but she stared intently at him, waiting for his answer. She had hidden her secret feeling to him for too long, and now he was telling her that his future only contained the death and destructive of his lineage.

It's too painful.

He turned sharply at her, and she's expecting him to tell her he has, but there's he can do about it. He walks to her, so he's standing infront of her, and surprisingly, he smiles at her.

"Of course I have,"

She frowns, because his smile is not one of his rare ones, it's a sad smile. He brings his hand up and cups her cheek, so they are both staring into eachothers eyes.

"I always consider you,"

She lifts his hand off her cheek and tries to return it to her side, but he catches it and holds it firmly but softly in his grip. Her eyes are stinging with fresh tears but she continues to stare into his.

"That's why I want to make a promise with you,"

She blinks and frowns at him. A promise? The kind of promise that will consider her?

"What kind of promise?"

He says nothing, but brings his hand up to her face again, but instead of cupping her cheek, he curls his hand under her chin, forcing her look up at him.

She hopes she can't see her weakness, the weakness of whenever he's near her. She can feel her cheeks heating up, her heart pounding heavily, her breathing uneven, almost gasping.

He too can feel the heat rising in his body, the equal-pounding of his heart and the uneven, almost gasping breaths, but he has the upper hand, he's more confident than her.

He locks her lips in a tender kiss, pulling both his arms up to cup her face as her hands clutch at his biceps and they stay like that for a while, trapped in their own little whole.

"Is that a promise then?"

"It's a shame really," the detective said as he stared down at the two bodies entwined with eachother.

Not long after Jin's failure, he had returned to the hotel room, but things remained unusually quiet for hours, until now.

Jin now lay on his side, his arm thrown over Akira's hip, who too was lying on her side. Her hair was fanned against the carpet floor and her back pressed against his chest, both of them frightening pale, thick lines of crimson red marking the carpet and their clothing which stopped at their wrists.

"A down-right shame,"