A kind of routine settled down after that. Jin didn't see Ikeda around school, and his gang stayed out of his way for the most part. Occasionally they'd try to open a door for him, or clear his path if a corridor was busy, but Jin would shoot them a cold glower and they'd scarper. If Saito or Miharu noticed any of this, they didn't say anything.

Still, the distance he'd felt widening between himself and others persisted. It wasn't just in his heart either – students gave him a wider berth and talked more quietly when he approached. Maybe it was just because word of his family connections had finally reached everywhere, or perhaps because it had got out that he'd been transferred from the ninth grade down two years, or maybe that lingering violence separated him from them. Even Saito and Miharu were a little more careful around him.

Jin didn't really care. Or so he told himself. He had his martial arts and swimming, and nothing else much mattered anyway. He found things a bit easier in lessons once there was a routine he was familiar with. School stopped being quite so panic-inducing when he knew where he was and where he was meant to go. He still got distracted and bored in lessons and some teachers, like his biology teacher, had given up trying to get him to do what was asked. Jin couldn't imagine getting through the school day without the solo hours he had allocated to karate. No one ever asked why he wasn't in class during that time – not the teachers, not his classmates, not even those closer to him. Everyone just sort of accepted that there were a lot of things he was exempt from, or that he was uncontrollable when he didn't want to be somewhere.

As the weeks drew on, the talk of the school turned to two events Jin had never heard of before. One was 'Halloween' and the other was 'Culture Day'. There was a lot of excitement surrounding both, and school classes started to change to amplify creative programmes. Jin wondered why they couldn't always be like this. He would much rather draw posters and do origami than regular classes.

"You have to come out for Halloween, Jin-kun," Miharu was saying as she passed her origami rabbit to Jin to refold and fix.

Jin narrowed his eyes as he scored along a line to straighten a wonky ear.

"I won't be allowed," he said.

"Can't you at least ask?" Miharu pouted.

Jin shook his head. He had to save up his requests, and he didn't even know what Halloween was, so he wasn't going to waste a request on that.

"But you should see the streets at Shibuya! Everyone is dressed up! It's the festival of dressing up!"

"Sounds boring. I have to wear suits and things all the time."

"Not posh dressing up – like, as cool stuff! You can be anything you want! Like something spooky, or cute, or your favourite character." She picked up the rabbit he'd finished and held it in front of his nose. "You can even be a rabbit."

Jin pulled away.

"She's right," Saito said, coming to sit at the table with them and setting down a wad of paper. The class had pushed their desks together into different clumps and had turned the room into decorating stations. The teacher had left them to it for now, as everyone was too excited to do anything but get on making things anyway. "Everyone goes out on Halloween. I've been planning my costume since last year."

"I bet you'll be some nerd anime character," Miharu teased.

Saito scowled at her but didn't deny it. Jin was torn between feeling a little left out and the horrifying idea of crowded city streets. If he could make a costume, what would he be? A turtle would be fun, because he knew all the anatomy, but it wouldn't look very cool walking around with a big shell on your back. Maybe a jellyfish and you could make ribbons fall from your head to the floor. He would even have something to hide behind…

"You're thinking about costumes, aren't you, Jin-kun."

Jin's cheeks reddened a touch.

"I'm not," he scowled. "It sounds childish."

"Even adults dress up for Halloween," Saito said. It was always important to Saito that his actions were perceived as mature.

"Hey!" Miharu said suddenly. "If Jin can't go to a Halloween streetparty, maybe we can bring one to him! We could have a Halloween-themed classroom for Culture Day!"

Jin looked at his thirteenth origami rabbit.

"But we are making rabbits."

"We'll find a use for them, maybe they can be spooky rabbits – we could give them red eyes. Or they can just be cute, I guess. Loads of Halloween stuff is cute."

"We chose the class theme by vote," Saito said reluctantly.

"You'll get to wear your costume you worked on again, Koji-kun. And this time in the daytime where everyone can see all the details. Anyway, we can vote again."

Miharu picked up a sheet of paper and rolled it into a cone. She stood up and got on her chair.

"Attention, everyone! This is your class president speaking," Miharu shouted into her paper megaphone. "I've got a new proposal for our classroom theme. We should have…" She paused dramatically. Jin was surprised to see everyone was actually quiet and looking at her. "A Halloween-themed homeroom! There will be candy, and costumes, and all the origami we were making can be incorporated into the theme! It can be like a haunted house people come into, with different rooms that are either spooky or cute! Raise your hand if you want haunted house theme!"

There were some hands gradually raised. Miharu counted them dutifully. She raised Jin's hand for him and counted that too.

"Okay! Hands down! Now, raise your hand if you want to be a total party-pooper and have no Halloween theme."

Unsurprisingly, there weren't so many takers this time. One boy put his hand up slowly.

"Saburo-kun, you can be in charge of taking the entrance fees from the customers," Miharu graciously offered. The boy's hand slowly went down.

A group of girls in the back had raised their hands too.

One spoke up, "We want the paper castle theme still. We've already designed outfits for it. We're turning a whole room into a sweet shop."

Jin wasn't sure what sweet shops had to do with castles, but then he hadn't been sure what rabbits did either.

"Obviously one of the haunted house rooms will be a sweet shop," Miharu said. "So it makes sense that you're in charge of that."

Those hands went down too.

"Right! It's decided! Let's get into groups! We still need a spooky room, and a cute room, and a group to decorate the classroom exterior, and everyone is responsible for making their own costumes!"

Miharu went on organising the classroom and Jin couldn't help but be impressed.

"Phew!" She flopped down on the desk afterwards. "I'm so tired. I need an energy boost. Did you leave your eggs and sushi again, Jin-kun?"

Jin glared at her. He didn't like people noticing his eating habits. He reached into his satchel and slid the remains of his bento over to her anyway. She spoke to him around mouthfuls of boiled egg.

"Now you have to make a 'childish' costume. What are you going to be?"

Jin stood. He went and retrieved a large sheet of blue card and set to cutting it into a circle.

"I knew you were already thinking of ideas." Miharu grinned.

Jin ignored her. When he was done cutting a circle, he cut a straight line into the middle, then brought the paper edges to overlap and form a broad cone. He tried it on his head for size, then stapled the edges together.

"Are you going to be a farmer, Jin-kun…"

Jin ignored that and went to where the sweet shop girls were sitting. They quieted when he came over and glanced at one another and giggled.

"Excuse me," he said, "May I please borrow some of the shiny paper."

"Of course," one said shyly.

"Do you need ribbons as well?" another asked.

Jin thought about that, then nodded.

"And glitter?"

Jin nodded again.

"Why don't you come and sit at our table for a bit, Kazama-kun, we have a lot here you need."

Jin considered for a moment, then drew out a seat and joined them. The girls kept asking him things as Jin worked on his costume, but he was mostly a bit preoccupied with stapling ribbons to the hat to pay much attention. He did look up when he noticed that the bow on the girl's sweet shop sign had crimpled, wavy ribbons. He leant over and touched the ribbon.

"How did you do this?" he asked.

The girl showed him how she folded a ribbon down into a square and how when it unsprung it went wavy. Jin smiled at her and thanked her. She went brilliant red, and Jin took a white ribbon to crimple for his hat. Once he was satisfied with this part of his costume, he thanked all the girls quietly, bowed to them, and then returned to his table.

"Traitor!" Miharu hissed as soon as he sat back down.

"Huh?"

"Going over to sit with the popular girls."

"The who?"

"Come on…" Saito said, even he sounded a little edgy. His eyes kept flicking to the treacherous table. "Everyone knows they're popular, Kazama-kun…"

"Popular at what? No one told me… What's the problem anyway? Miharu was just talking to them…"

"I did too tell you! When they – y'know." She glanced at Saito. He huffed and looked away. "Anyway, I only spoke to them to get them on side for our cool Halloween thing!"

Jin looked back at the girls. He shrugged. "Well, they have more glitter than you do. And now my hat looks good."

He set it on the table.

"What is that meant to be…?" Miharu prodded it.

Jin picked it back up defensively. He scowled. "… It will be a jellyfish…"

"A jellyfish! Jin-kun, I swear you are the weirdest guy I ever met."

"You said we can be anything, even animals…"

"He can be a jellyfish if he wants," Saito said, pushing his glasses up his nose and getting back to cutting out orange pumpkin shapes drawn in felt tip pen.

Jin looked at the pumpkins until Saito moved them away from him self-consciously.

"You draw really well," Jin told him.

Saito looked down at his pumpkins and gave a small, pleased smile.

"Winning people over everywhere, urgh," Miharu said. She sat back in her seat with a huff. "Well, look, what are you going to wear with it? You can't just wear a hat. "

Jin considered. "I have a kimono that has waves on it. I could wear that. Then it would be a bit like you could see through the jellyfish to the ocean… Even though you wouldn't really see waves, you'd just see blue…"

"Waves are more symbolic though, and help people know what it is. Plus, I want to see you in a kimono."

Jin was excited in the run up to Halloween. He almost regretted not asking Heihachi if he could attend an event. He said goodbye to everyone a little wistfully on the day and Miharu promised to take lots of photographs for him. When he got home, he snuck into the television room and found the remote. He pressed through some channels to see if there was any coverage of the street parties. Before he found one though, there was a dull roar from the corridor. A large furry snout pushed open the door.

Jin sprung to his feet and glanced around the room looking for an exit. Kuma lumbered in, his enormous hairy bulk filling the doorway. Kuma bared his teeth, showing dark gums and a line of gleaming white teeth, with fangs the size of Jin's thumb. He growled low, making all the hairs on the back of Jin's neck and arms stand on edge. Jin backed up toward the far wall. The only exit was behind Kuma. The bear swatted the remote controls across the floor, away from Jin. He sniffed at it, then pressed a claw to a button. A cartoon flashed onto the screen, bright and loud. Jin shied from the sound and Kuma gave a rough, throaty bark. Jin flinched at this too, then glanced behind him. He took one last look at Kuma then climbed out through the window. He could wait until tomorrow for Halloween pictures.

The day after Halloween was a Thursday, so he at least got to ask the others what it had been like. Miharu showed him photos she'd taken on her phone, and Jin gazed at all the beautiful outfits with some jealousy. When he saw how large the crowds were in the pictures though, his stomach twisted, and he was glad he hadn't gone after all. Their own Halloween would be better. The number of people in his class was about the biggest number of people Jin wanted to be around.

There were two days left until Culture Day now, and most of the teachers let them spend the time decorating the homeroom. Jin was sure their classroom was going to be the best. They even had carboard partitions to separate off the different rooms. Since he was good at origami, Jin ended up helping out with making paper lanterns and bats and cats. Someone wanted some of the lanterns to light up. Jin used to help out in the village back on Yakushima with a few odd jobs, so it turned out he was the best person to rig up the lights too. He helped his classmates fix up almost-hidden circuits with bulbs placed inside the paper lanterns, or behind eyes that they wanted to be able to light up to scare a visitor. In those two days, it seemed everyone wanted Jin's help, and he could finally feel useful instead of the one always struggling to catch up in classes. He was the tallest and strongest too, so was everywhere holding things for others as they taped them in place, or refitting wires, or sticking objects to the ceiling because he was the only one that could reach without the ladder they had to share with three other classrooms.

Disaster almost struck on Friday evening when Jin only just remembered to request a car to take him to school on a Saturday. Heihachi was away on one of his trips again, so it was easier to get the staff to do what he wanted. Since it was a school event, he was allowed to go without a Tekken Force detail. Jin was excited. Going to school on a normal day was boring. Going to school on a Saturday was kind of fun.

On Saturday morning, Jin drew out his blue kimono with waves crashing across it. He tied it on and admired himself in the mirror. He felt a little self-conscious going to school in such different attire. He remembered what his grandfather had said though: he should hold his head up, and walk with pride.

Jin fidgeted in the car all the way to school. He felt restless, and unprepared without his satchel or uniform. It was strange how quickly he got used to that uniform, and the safety of invisibility it leant him. What if everyone else was in school uniform and just he came in dressed differently?

When they arrived, he got out and brushed down his clothes. Lots of other people were arriving too, all in different coloured t-shirts and sweaters, so he didn't feel quite so out of place. He slipped into his indoor shoes and made his way to the homeroom. His fears vanished when he saw it. He felt so proud. They'd blacked out all the windows on one side, apart from eye holes where some of his light-up creations were peering through. 'House of Horrors' was written in a dripping font above the doorway. A desk was set up just outside the door, and Saburo was already arranging a little lockbox and a set of hand drawn tickets on the desk. Someone had outfitted him like a bus conductor, but his face and lips were all powdered ghoulish white.

"You look great," Jin told him. The boy smiled shyly.

"You better go in, someone was looking for you. I think one of the lights went out in the graveyard."

"Ah-" Jin hurried in, brushing past a curtain of fake cobwebs.

The first room was set up to be a wood, with a full moon lantern glowing above a forest of cut-out trees. Night-time animals with glowing eyes would look out from the branches, and someone had kindly donated their phone which was set to howl like a wolf at intervals. Actually, Jin thought the scene was calming, but plenty of classmates found it creepy, so it served its purpose. Heading through a doorway in the forest backdrop took you out to the graveyard. This was filled with tall graves and lines of incense sticks beneath them. There were talismans stuck to the graves, like they were keeping something in. A couple of classmates were going to jump out as ghosts from this scene, which was one of the most highly anticipated scares they had planned. There was even going to be a famous ghost girl from a film Jin had never heard of. Jin spied the faulty bulbs then – a handful of lanterns in amidst the graves were meant to be illuminated. The extension cord ran into the next room and had got pulled out a lot yesterday as they set the scene up.

The next room was hidden by a cardboard partition, painted to look like a fortress exterior. In order to repurpose their lapsed castle theme, the third room was going to be a historical scene. You entered through a doorway and beyond was a mock stone room that would be populated with samurai ghosts. Jin bent down and pushed the plug in properly for the lanterns. He peered around the edge of the castle wall. A row of five orange lights glowed in the graveyard now. He nodded, glad, then stood up.

When he turned around, a girl was standing behind him. She was completely dressed in white and had dark, unkempt, long hair. It fell straight over the front of her head, so that no face at all was visible. She had bare feet and her skin was very pale. She took one step towards Jin. It was stilted and stiff. Her hand reached out towards him.

"Are you ok?" Jin asked. "Do you need help with your hair?" He put a finger into her long fringe and parted it to see her face.

The girl threw her hands to her cheeks, blushing so hard her white face paint could do little to conceal it.

"K-Kazama-san, it's supposed to be like that! Y-you were supposed to be scared!"

The girl ran off all a fluster. Jin scratched the back of his neck and felt a little bad. How was he meant to know… What was so scary about someone needing to tie their hair back anyway…

He ducked through the door into the last room – the castle… sweet shop. It was glaringly pink, and filled with bows, streamers, all the rest of the origami animals that weren't spooky enough to go in the wood, and a lot of stickers and hand drawn animals. The sweet shop was quite carefully set up, since it also had a window slot opening onto the outer corridor, so that they could sell sweets to passers-by and not just those in the haunted house. Two of the girls who Jin had sat with yesterday were already carefully lining up home-baked goods.

"Kazuma-kun, did you really just try to fix Sadako's hair?" one girl laughed, waving him over. Her name was Ito. She had her hair done in plaits with pink, red, and white ribbons wound in them, and wore a white dress that flounced out at the bottom and made it hard to get around her in the confined space.

Jin came to her. "Sadako? Wasn't that Nakano Miki?"

"You're so funny. You look very cute in that kimono by the way."

Jin frowned. He wasn't sure he wanted to look cute. "Have you seen my hat?"

"The jellyfish? Mmhmm. We've got all costumes and props in the cupboards at the back – we left them accessible to use as a storage. Here, I'll get it for you."

Ito brought his hat to him, collecting the tassels up as she did. She placed it on Jin's head carefully, and helped him right all the ribbons so that they draped around him.

"So adorable. Can I get a selfie?"

"Huh? You want a picture? With me?"

"Pleeease?"

"Oh, okay, sure," Jin said.

"Put your fingers up like this, yes, like that, it's cute."

Jin did his best to smile for her picture, but mostly the jellyfish ribbons got in the way anyway.

"Kazama." Saito's voice sounded from their right. Jin turned. Saito was in the doorway, dressed in a long red coat with flappy frills at the shoulders. He wore an enormous red, broad-brimmed hat on his head, and white gloves on his hands with strange markings on the back. Saito took off a pair of round, orange sunglasses. He had a strange look in his eye as he stared at Jin. "Miharu's looking for you."

"Oh," Jin pulled away from the selfie. "Where is she? What's your costume? It looks cool."

"Miharu's out the front." Saito strode passed Jin, ignoring the other question. He approached Ito and held out a wad of papers to her. "Ito-chan, I finished the drawings you wanted for the candy store."

Jin paused. Saito never called people 'chan', not even Miharu, who'd told him to countless times. Jin hurried on in search of Miharu. He found her in the haunted wood, though he almost didn't recognise her.

"Ah! Looks so good! I love your jelly-guy hat!" she exclaimed.

"What-… what are you? You have ears…"

"Mmhm! Do you like them!"

Miharu turned on the spot. She had a pink wig on, and very furry ears poking out of her hair. As she spun, her short pink dress fanned out in frills. She wore pink gloves too, and a pink collar.

"Wow… it's very… pink."

"Check out my eyes."

"Huh?"

"Look look look!" She leaned in and opened her eyes so wide she looked like Heihachi's ornamental koi.

"What did you do to them?!" Jin asked, aghast.

"They're pink contacts, silly."

"I thought you'd got sand in them…"

"Sand. Where would I get sand, Kazama Jin?"

"You look different though… something about your face…"

"I'm wearing make-up! Do you want some? We could ring your eyes in black, I think it would look good with your costume. And maybe some glitter on your cheeks."

Jin wasn't so sure. "Would it be pink glitter?"

"Blue would go better with your outfit."

"Alright…" Jin conceded. He wasn't really sure if he was doing dressing up correctly, but it would be fun to have one day where he tried something a bit new.

Miharu had to unfold one of the desks to sit on and put Jin in a chair in order to try and do his eyes for him.

"Stop moving, it'll go everywhere!"

"You're poking me in the eye! I said I didn't want pink."

"And I said these are contacts, I didn't get it from being poked in the eye."

When Miharu was done, she flipped out her phone, jingling with charms. She turned the camera on and showed Jin how his eyeliner looked. It was kind of cool.

"Want me to do the glitter too?"

"I can do it," Jin said. He dashed a little onto his cheeks and then put his hat on.

"Nice nice nice! I'll take some pics. Stand there, that's it. Well… aren't you going to pose, you're standing like a pencil…"

"A jellyfish would stand like this."

"Okay…" Miharu took a few pictures. "What about if it was in an ocean current though, wouldn't its legs be more drifting?

Jin thought about that. She was right. He kicked off his indoor shoes so that he wouldn't scuff the floor, then span fast on the spot. The cardboard forest about him became a blur, and his kimono and ribbons flew out around him, a whirl of colour dancing about in spirals. He stopped, and Miharu snapped photos as his tassels and clothes floated down around him. He hurried to see the pictures.

"You're really good at taking pictures!" He leaned over the phone. Miharu was always pausing to take photos, or get them to lean in for a 'selfie', but Jin never bothered to look at the final result. He really did look like some creature in the deep in those photos, and the woods behind almost looked like a kelp forest. "Wait, there are some fairylights we didn't use – I want to look bioluminescent."

"You want to look what now?"

Jin hurried through the cemetery to the castle, checking the cabinets at the back of the room. He put his head into the sweet shop. Saito was still showing Ito his drawings. Jin rubbed at his chin. He had this feeling like he shouldn't interrupt them. He slipped in and quietly went to the cupboards at the back and started rooting through all the props and costumes.

An enormous, large-than-life laugh bellowed down the hallway outside. Jin froze. He felt suddenly cold. He edged to the back door of the classroom and opened it an inch with his finger. He put his eye to the crack. Sure enough, Heihachi was strolling down the corridor. The headteacher was next to him, bowing profusely as she showed Heihachi various things and pointed this way and that. Jin slid the door shut and turned around. He was breathing fast and his hat was wonky. Saito, Ito, and the other girl were all looking at him, he realised. He gave a faint smile, then hurried back to Miharu in the haunted wood.

"My grandfather is here!" Jin exclaimed to her in a hushed whisper.

"Mishima Heihachi? Yeah, he always comes to Culture Day. It's his school so it makes sense. I think he presides over the opening or something. Or does a speech. I don't know, I always skip it, no offence."

"You knew?" Jin said in disbelief. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Tell you? Don't you live with him? I just kinda assumed you knew… It's a public holiday – loads of people are coming to the school."

"Loads of adults?"

"Yeah, of course. And other kids too, from other schools. We're selling them tickets to come in our haunted house."

Jin felt panic flaring in his chest. He certainly wouldn't have been so liberal in his costume choice if he'd known his grandfather was coming. He reached between his tentacle tassels to worry at his fringe. Maybe Heihachi wouldn't notice him. He had his hat… But Heihachi had bought him this kimono… There were lots of people in the classroom though, maybe Jin could hide. He wasn't meant to be participating in the theatre bit of the haunted house anyway.

A boy came hurrying in dressed in a black kimono, with a plastic daisho at his side.

"We've got our first visitors! It's the school founder and the headteacher! Hurry up! Everyone in position!"

Jin died a bit inside. He hurried deeper into the sets, looking for somewhere to hide. He made his way to the sweetshop and pushed the classroom door open a fraction again. Maybe he could sneak out the back when Heihachi came in the front way.

Jin crouched at the doorway.

"Are you hiding?" Saito asked.

Jin waved him away. He could hear Heihachi's footsteps and mark him by his voice:

"What's that? How much is entry, boy?! Speak up!"

Saburo's small voice piped up in turn. "Th-… three-hundred yen, M-Mr Mishima!"

"Three hundred, hey? What kind of businessman are you?! Look at all this hard work! I think at least three thousand is deserved. Here you go."

"Th-thank you, Mr Mishima!"

"School children working together to bring art and creativity to the world. Such a heart-warming activity I'm only too happy to support. Now, there's another three thousand just for you if you can find Kazama Jin in that rabbit warren and bring him out to me."

Jin swallowed hard.

"Y-yes, Mr Mishima!" he heard Saburo say, then there was a scraping of chair legs on the floor.

Jin's fist closed tight. He looked at the waves on his kimono. In and out. In and out. When he remembered the swell of the sea, he always remembered to breathe more calmly. He looked up. Chin up and walk with pride, walk with pride. He took a deep breath and stood. He righted his hat and drew his shoulders back. He slid the classroom door open and stepped out into the corridor barefoot.

A slight breeze caught his tentacle ribbons and they moved about him, shifting with the air. He looked out from under the broad rim of his hat.

"I'm here," he said, clear and unafraid.

Heihachi turned to him. He was in a lavish fur coat, replete with hand-embroidery and wore it over a stunning kimono and hakama. Just to look at him was to feel in the presence of some royalty. He looked over Jin now, eyes moving from his paper hat to his bare feet. Jin stared at him defiantly.

"What are you wearing, Jin?" There was a faint edge of mockery to Heihachi's voice. Jin didn't let that dishearten him.

"I think this class are doing a Halloween theme, Mr Mishima," the headteacher had moved to Heihachi's side. "So it seems your grandson is-"

"I am an Amakusa jellyfish."

Heihachi's lip twisted. "A jellyfish…"

"Yes. The fire jellyfish. It is a beautiful creature, alight with its own flame, so that it burns bright in dark waters. Its touch can be deadly. It will cause skin to rot and die."

"Oh… haha, Kazama-san, that doesn't sound very nice," the headteacher laughed nervously.

"It is neither nice nor not nice. It is simply how it exists," Jin retorted.

Heihachi had a hard look in his eyes now. He stepped towards Jin. Jin held his ground, but his heart was beating very fast. Heihachi pushed a finger between the tentacle fronds and parted them, like Jin had for Sadako. Jin met his gaze evenly.

"Go and wash all that off your face," Heihachi said, very softly.

Jin felt a chill run down his spine. He breathed hard and silent for a moment, then said:

"This is my costume. Would you ask a Kabuki actor to wipe off their mask?"

Heihachi's thumb and forefinger found his chin and gripped hard. Jin knew he was overstepping. Insolence at home was one thing, but in public it was unforgivable. He looked up at his grandfather, and removed the defiance from his voice.

"Please, Ojiisama," he said quietly, "I already find it hard to fit in here, I just want to join in with everyone else…"

Heihachi continued to hold his gaze. Jin returned it for as long as he dared, then dropped his gaze respectfully. Heihachi leaned down.

"Enjoy it while you can," he murmured ominously. He released Jin, and stepped back.

The headteacher was at his side again, simpering at nothings. Neither Heihachi nor Jin heard her, they were too caught up in the lingering tension between them.

Saburo came back out the door.

"Sorry, Mr Mishima, I can't find- Kazama-san! You're here!" Saburo looked relieved when he saw Jin. He turned to Heihachi. "W-would you like to go inside the haunted house now, Mr Mishima?"

Heihachi gave one of those passable smiles that didn't reach his eyes.

"I think I've seen enough for today."


Author Note: Hi fanficdotnet readers, for some reason the upload failed to work last week and I didn't realise. Apologies for that. Here is a double update for you for this week.