Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken, Namco does. That took care of it. Finally, Tekkentrip is updated. Anyway, I guess I'm getting carried away doing this story. I sure hope I'm doing just fine. Yup, there are still a lot of chapters…THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS, domo arigato gozaimasu. Enjoy!
Darkness surrounds her.
She's caught in a silhouette of doom.
She can feel she's being watched.
At the corner of her eye she could see a figure beside her,
looking at her,
devouring her flesh with those eyes.
Jun woke up at the sound of a knock on her door.
Panting with her sweat trickling down on her forehead
"it was all a dream…" she said.
She looked at the wall clock, it's already 9:30 pm.
"Jun, are you there?" the voice spoke.
"Hold on, I'll be right there" she said as she went to the door.
It was Lei Wulong, a police cop from Hong Kong,
he and Jun worked as partners on the investigation of the Mishima Zaibatsu.
"Lei, what brings you here?" she asked with her voice kind of hoarse.
"Just dropping by to say hello, hey, are you okay? You look down today" he wondered noticing Jun's pale face.
"I'm fine, there's nothing to worry about" she said.
"Since you had a word with Kazuya I could see that you've somehow changed, did he say something that somehow offended you?" he asked, scratching his head.
"No…nothing….this has nothing to do with Kazuya, Mr. Wulong., I'm just not feeling well" she said calmly as she forced a smile.
"Yes, I could tell…" he said.
'Forgive me for lying…' she thought.
"You should rest Jun, you can't miss the tournament. Two more weeks and we're all goners" Lei said as he smiled.
Jun gave up a small chuckle
"I better go, take care of yourself" Lei said as he left.
'Kazuya, are those the piercing eyes that haunt me in my dreams?' she thought.
After closing the door, she remembered herself talking to Kazuya beside the fountain.
"10 pm! Oh my, I…no, no, Jun, stay here, it will be all right…You don't need to show up…no…I need to show up…" she was in a middle of panic, all this because of Kazuya.
Confused as she already was, she took a glance at the clock. 9:40 pm, it says.
She quickly ran to her closet to get her favorite white dress.
After dressing up, she wore her white headband.
'Why does he want to meet up with me?
What are his intentions?
What does he want?' a plague of unanswered questions started to mess up her head again.
Trying hard to forget, she tried as she looked outside her window to gaze at the sky.
'This is really not Yakushima'.
Homesickness and restless dreams festering inside her, all is brought to her by Tokyo's blinding street lights.
After taking her last glance at the sky, she took off,
closing the door behind her felt like she'll never see her room again anymore.
Walking in the middle of noiseless corridors, she felt herself being squeezed in it.
Why such horrid thoughts if she's only seeing a man she's dying to see?
So restless she felt, the paler she gets.
She knew right from the beginning that she can't arrest him.
Not because of what he has, but because of what he is.
His intentions always remain a mystery yet his callous brown eyes are the ones who talk the most.
Those kept her wondering.
For all people, she's the only one who could see right through it.
Crazy as it may sound but his eyes seems to be the reason why she feels safe around him.
As she rode the elevator, her heart started to beat fast.
Her body seems to be on a verge of freezing.
It felt like she was attempting to jump on the highest peak of the Mishima's Empire,
silently hoping to be saved, by who was left unanswered.
The elevator stopped, slowly the door opened.
Cautiously walking outside the lift, her footsteps echoed into the breezy rooftop of the Mishima building.
'There's no turning back now…' she thought.
She walked to the edge of the rooftop, curious of what she would see.
Tokyo's lights looked nicer when far away, like glowing fireflies on the fields of Yakushima.
She peacefully closed her eyes as she feels the gentle breeze around her.
At the moment she was about to open them, she felt a hand gently brushing her hair aside as she felt a thin chain lowering against her neck.
She felt the same hand locking the chain at the base of her neck.
She dared not to move, fright was not in her eyes but surprise.
She knew that presence, she knew who it was.
Looking down to see the chain, her mouth opened filled with surprise.
It was a necklace.
A star made out of diamond was hanging lazily in between her collar bones.
Jun couldn't believe her eyes.
For how much money was spent just to give her something.
"Beautiful, isn't it…You don't need to think about Yakushima to remind you how lovely the stars are during nightfall if you could see it right in front of you" a cold yet a hushed voice spoke beside her ear.
Strong arms started to wrap around her shoulders that are once weary because of the blistering cold.
"Mr. Mishima, you shouldn't have…" she was cut off as she felt a warm air brushing against her neck.
His breathing was somehow soothing all of a sudden.
"Kazama, Jun. If there's nothing in this world I could give you, I would cross the boundaries to find it…" he said.
"I…I can't accept this…" she said, her body somehow shivering.
"If you worry about the cost of that thing, it will be useless…What matters most is the person you're addressing that thing to…" he said that somehow made Jun close her eyes,
warm tears started to escape her closed lids.
"You're more valuable to me, Jun" he said as he wiped Jun's tears with his hand.
She turned to face Kazuya to bury her face on his chest.
Kazuya tightened the embrace, he knew Jun wanted someone to dry her tears and that's him.
Jun, with her tears of either joy or sorrow, released it all to the man she was dying to hold, the relentless Kazuya Mishima.
Both darkness and light collide on a tight embrace.
Jaganshing: Aw….Success! Chapter finished!
Kazuya: Do you mind? You're spoiling the moment
Jaganshing: Oops, sorry. Anyway, I hope you like it.
