Out of all the cities in Japan, it was Osaka and Kyoto that Heihachi loved most. Kyoto, with its temples of beauty without peer and painstakingly perfectly arranged gardens that soothed his eyes, and Osaka, with people with fire in their veins and money on their minds, where business flourished during the days, and ties of all sorts were eagerly strengthened during the nights full of carnal pleasures. Even his strict father used to say there is no better air to breathe than Kansai air. However, he was not the only one to think living and working here was the best decision any Japanese could make. That was why Osaka was always one of the biggest cities in the country and the boom for cars in the sixties has led to the trait she would share with all the largest business centers of the world – traffic jams.

In one of which Heihachi Mishima currently was caught. It did not particularly bother him – as every other citizen of a great business hub he accepted and intertwined it into his daily routine, and sitting in the back of a luxurious limousine driven by someone else made it much easier in comparison to other people. Of course, if such a need arised, his driver would be ordered to put the emergency beacon on his car and Heihachi could reach his goal in no time, but he preferred not to overuse this. People tended to be very upset over those kinds of small signs of privilege. He had two residences, both surrounded with impressive private parks, and two penthouses in the best parts of most important cities in Japan, he had his private jet and choppers, private cook, drivers and cleaning staff, he made money producing weaponry and using cheap labor in poorer countries, and that was acceptable. But God forbid if he would show fellow Japanese that standing in jams does not apply to him. Such injustice! Whenever he did exactly that, it actually ended in the newspapers. 'The rich showing off their privileges again!' Besides, it's not like sitting in a car was not as good a time as any other to speak with his business partners and subordinates over the cellphone, to analyze reports, skim through news or even simply meditate which was drilled into him as a crucial part of the day by his father.

Currently he was intently studying the reports from Central Africa. The situation looked more than grim in that part of the world and a seasoned businessman actively involved in politics like himself could easily see where this was going - another war. Heihachi considered himself a pacifist. Wars could definitely bring one enormous profits without significant risk of taking any responsibility when you were a smart businessman – the history has already proven that it was the politicians and the military who took the brunt of postwar justice, if anyone took it at all that is, not the men who made money on dealing with involved parts. Kazuya understood it well and was eagerly selling weaponry produced by the zaibatsu to anyone willing to pay the price. Heihachi however despised the slaughter and destruction that came along with the dogs. Wars did not care for ancient monuments that for centuries bore witness to bygone civilisations, did not care for works of art that served as a reminder of difference between humans and animals, spat at the potential dormant in humans they devoured in their wake. Nobody would ever know whether one of the victims of the Second World War would not have been a future medicine genius, who would have, for example, found a way to stop dementia and save Jinpachi. Therefore Heihachi preferred peace over warfare even if the latter could be lucrative. However, unlike his - traumatized by the war - father, he was a realist firmly believing that Romans were absolutely right saying 'si vis pacem, para bellum'. What ensured actual peace were not international treaties or organizations, were not mass demonstrations of common people, were not inspirational speeches or moving works of culture. It was a constant arms race. The best way to protect your country was to make sure no one would dare to risk attacking it. That is why the moment he claimed his seat as the head of Mishima Zaibatsu he started intensely lobbying everywhere to revoke the disastrous Article 9. He proved his skills as a diplomat actually reaching success and immediately put a lot of his means into designing state of the art weaponry. He made sure the best inventors and engineers were working for him, he paid insane amounts of money to keep up his spy network to be sure Japan was always one, even tiniest, step ahead of other countries when it came to arms and he made sure everyone knew all this. His father would have never approved – they had big arguments over this in the past – but the fact was that Heihachi was making sure his country was safe as long as he had anything to say worldwide.

This particular line of business had some other benefits of course – he could freely choose whom to sell his weaponry and therefore affect the global state of affairs. Unbelievably meticulous and careful consideration put into these kinds of decisions could lead to assuring no one would feel defiant enough to start a war and actually served peace. At least in most cases, since humanity was really hard to stop from warring with each other. Kazuya however couldn't care less for any kind of consideration of delicate factors and simply sold the weapons to anyone willing to buy them. And now it was Heihachi's face all this would be going to blow in. The war in Kongo seemed more than imminent and what emblem would be found on firearms that would be again used to slaughter civilians, if Heihachi could judge from the past way of conducting wars in this region? Mishima Zaibatsu's. He could already hear the international outcry and, of course, most of these idiots wouldn't even consider the simple fact that it was Kazuya who sold all that weaponry, not him. People were usually too stupid to bother themselves with details if they saw any reason to throw shit at the rich and blame them for everything wrong with this world. And this was the perfect occasion. Of course, he's been putting all possible effort both financial and diplomatic to extinguish the rising fire, but the situation in the region after the previous Kongo War (on which Kazuya got even richer, by the way) did not seem to be possible to contain.

He sighed and closed the files letting his eyes wander. His limousine's windows allowed him to see the outside even if the outside could not see him. Letting his mind go idle and simply observing the surroundings not rarely proved helpful one way or another. It was a busy morning, as most in Osaka, and there were masses of salarymen (and women) making their way to their respective corporations. Among them he could spot quite a lot of foreigners – tourists overawed with the fact they're in Japan (not that Heihachi could blame them, he considered himself a proud son of his country, even if there were some laws and aspects of the society he did not like), foreign students who had a time off from their lectures, people who decided to stay preferring his homeland over their own. His eyes were sliding appreciatively over some of the more curvy females that graced the pavement. Most of them were foreigners, but he could spot some Japanese girls that were nicely gifted too. Probably from Kyushu. Girls from Kyushu did not seem to care all that much for the pressure for being thin that pervaded Japan much to his displeasure. Which reminded him he's been yet to relax in his Beppu residence since he's retaken his zaibatsu. What a busy time it was last year...

His wandering thoughts were interrupted when he spotted a familiar face waiting for the green light near his own standing in the jam car. At the first moment he almost did not recognize her – she seemed much, much older than this, what, a little more than a year that has passed? She also looked tired and somehow subdued, lacking the energy she always seemed to give off before. And no wonder, there was a small, maybe a 6 months baby in a wrap carrier on her chest.

'So this is why she has withdrawn from the tournament,' realized Heihachi with disappointment. 'She got pregnant.' Frankly, it was a letdown. She seemed so dedicated and what? She fell in love, forgot about everything and let herself get knocked up. And he was foolishly worried Kazuya killed her! Was that really love though, he wondered as he watched her more closely as the cars in his lane moved. She certainly did not emanate any newly wed happiness one might expect from someone that young and fresh into married life. Normally, he would not care much, but he's really grown to like the girl during their training and he immensely enjoyed her fight during the tournament. He rolled down the window and called out to her. It was a simple 'long time no see', but the moment she recognized him she paled. The green light turned on and she all but fled away giving him no response.

That was not right.

The other thing that was not right was the tiny detail, normally completely meaningless and to be ignored, most likely a pure coincidence. He would not even think about it twice if she had not reacted like that to him. The child was small, similar to many children its age. And probably many of them had the same bushy eyebrows as all Mishimas had. It probably meant nothing.

It's just that Kazuya was rather known for one of his favorite offenses.

Raping.

Heihachi felt a chill running down his spine. If this child was Kazuya's child...

He reached for his cell phone and called Kurio.

"I want to know everything Jun Kazama has done since her won match in the second Tekken. Everything, Kurio!" he barked into the phone.

Xxx

Two days later a chilly, rainy afternoon found him sipping a cocktail of Polish vodka, apple juice, cloves, cinnamon and orange peel that went perfectly with the unpleasant weather, and skimming through mails on a computer in his study in Kyoto residence, his home built by father, the only sign of the family wealth Jinpachi allowed himself to indulge in. His father belonged to the old generation of rich Japanese, who did not believe in luxuries and showing off their position, and who, as the time passed and capitalism flourished, greatly criticized the growing disparity in social incomes. But a large, beautiful house surrounded by a park has always been his dream and Jinpachi could not resist this particular temptation, perhaps the only one that he had surrendered to. He built an impressive residence that tastefully balanced wabi with up to date amenities. Of course, the house changed its character a bit after Heihachi became the head of the family. Even though he wanted to pay the tribute to his beloved father trying to keep the household as close to the way Jinpachi made it, Heihachi's more gaudy taste (his father actually called it lack of taste) did trickle in. Admittedly he never truly understood why he can't surround himself with pleasantly looking lavish things, like many rich Western businessmen he knew, even if they might not exactly be approved by art connoisseurs. Still, lengthy sermons on the value of wabi-sabi did not leave Heihachi completely oblivious, thus his home was still less ostentatious than those of many other millionaires. And he loved it, even though the residence sometimes seemed too large for only him and reminded that other mansions were filled with children, their spouses, grandchildren and that there shouldn't be so many unused rooms. Still, whenever he could he preferred to work from here, with food prepared specially for him by the cook who served them since Heihachi was young, with a view of his private gardens, with the best vodka and wine chilling in his cabinet.

But it also meant he was getting unpleasant information in the sanctum of his home, like now. He skimmed through the detailed report of Jun Kazama's activities since the day of her Tekken match and stopped when he finally found what he was searching for. According to information acquired from Kazama's coworkers it seemed Jun many times ha applied to meet Kazuya personally, trying to reach him both as a representative of WWWC and privately, but it was only after her impressively won Tekken match she had succeed. Apparently she had her visit scheduled in the late evening on 10th of November. 'Apparently', since all the traces of said meeting had been wiped from all the computers in Mishima Tower. There wasn't a single data in any of Kazuya's or his subordinates' callenders mentioning not only that the appointment happened, but also that it had been ever scheduled. The cameras also happened to malfunction that evening, as was a regular ocurrence back then. This in itself was proof enough for Heihachi that whatever happened that night it was not meant to ever be connected with Kazuya. Luckily, Lee painstakingly kept an eye on everything Kazuya wanted erased and the data was carefully copied and hidden for later use. It was only owing to this Heihachi now did not have to base his suspicions only on witnesses' accounts, but on the footage from cameras showing Jun entering the Mishima Tower through the main entrance on that day. There was no footage of her ever leaving through any of the main exits.

Next piece of information in the report came from her local medical center, where she appeared on 12th feeling unwell. The condition had been described in her medical record as a case of very painful menstruation, but his people got to the doctor that received Jun on that day and gently coerced him into breaking the confidentiality. Jun, as Heihachi expected, was quite brutally raped, but she refused to inform the police about the fact. And no wonder, Kazuya was still terrorizing the country. Reports from next days brought him nothing interesting, aside from some of Jun's coworkers stating she became very subdued and miserable for a reason she would not explain. And that she had never appeared for her next match. And then, a couple of months later she had visited a gynecologist to be informed she had been pregnant.

Heihachi put down the report. He realized a piece of it stayed in his clenched fist. It really seemed like there would be no end to Kazuya's grim legacy. And that child... that child... would bear the same monstrous gene. The Devil Gene.

He closed his eyes and let his head rest in his hands. It all was supposed to end with Kazuya. The monstrous mutation that was giving people power along with clouding their mind with cruelty and hatred. The dark years of fighting it. The blood of his kin on his hands. It was supposed to end. He no longer even wanted any new family. He's been through so much he gave up on this. He wanted to be alone. He wanted to be in peace. Not loving and not slaining what one loved or at least were supposed to love.

And now this child needed to be killed. He needed to kill it. Again. He could not count the times he regretted not killing Kazuya right after he killed Kazumi. The child was a monster through and through, but he did not want to believe that back then. The child was malicious, cold, pleased with suffering and he thought that maybe it was because he lost his beloved mother; a mother who always spoiled him while Heihachi tried to be strict. Maybe because he somehow knew Heihachi killed his mother and loathed him for it. He back then hoped that had been it. It wasn't. Kazuya killed so many people and they would be alive if Heihachi hadn't been weak. Hoping against hope to raise his son right.

He wasn't going to be weak now. The child had to die. There was only a matter of chosen manner. He considered sending his men to deal with the kid – to wait for the moment Jun would not be looking after the baby and make it disappear. To his surprise he felt a slight pang – Kazuya just made Jun suffer the most horrible thing and now he, Heihachi will add to that misery, taking away her child forever. Though, wouldn't this be actually a relief? Deep inside, for her?

He frowned. Now that he thought about it he realized he was completely unable to even begin to grasp why she would keep the child. The revision of the Maternal Law allowed the doctors to perform an abortion in case of rape, but admittedly it was still very fresh. Was it too difficult to find the approved doctor? Or was it too costly for her? He frowned again in irritation. Looked like his old mistakes came back to bite him in the ass. The discussion about women's reproductive rights reached very far back in time, Japan being one of the countries with conservative attitude to abortion and contraception. While most of the civilized world allowed women to make their own choice in the matter, in his homeland you not only had to have a good reason for the abortion to be approved, but also usually had to have the partner's consent. To make it worse, the contraceptive pills were still illegal, not mentioning the morning after pill. The discussion was heated and many influential politicians, many business partners of his, many old friends of the family, mostly men, were against 'depopulation' of Japan. So Heihachi, who spent a lot of time in Western countries soaking their values and solutions, whose guilty pleasure was condomless sex, who very much supported women's postulates, who was the most influential man in the country, had not once officially voiced his opinion in the matter in fear of losing said influence and money. He would have said now it was karma that Jun couldn't abort the demon child of his demon son if he had believed in one.

But was that really it? Maybe the Devil Gene influenced her somehow, clouding her mind and not letting her kill the carrier? Maybe it was able to control her somehow from her womb? Heihachi did not know if there was any age limit from which the Devil Gene's power could be accessed. He realized sending his men to deal with the still tiny child might prove riskier than he expected. It wasn't like endangering their lives was not a part of his forces' job description, but he still would prefer to avoid casualties. All his men were highly skilled and carefully picked; it would be a waste to lose any of them due to his lapse in assessment of the situation. Not mentioning that the failed attempt would make another one more difficult to succeed.

He sighed. It would look like he would have to take part in the operation personally. His gift had proven before he was able to survive the Devil's power, so it would be the wisest option even if it meant there was a higher risk of someone being able to connect him with the child's disappearance. He would have to make sure the risk was minimum.

Xxx

It would seem Jun was not parting with her child. She lived in a very cheap, tiny apartment; she obviously did not get any financial help other than the meager fund the state provided, so she could not afford a baby-sitter – the kid, Jin apparently was the boy's name, was being taken with her everywhere. That wasn't an unusual situation for single mothers in Japan. Mishima company was the only one that was helping women reconcile working and raising children, while practically whole Japanese society expected women to have kids with their husbands and sit back at home raising them while men earned money. Heihachi always thought this to be a tremendous waste of human resources. Not that he would complain. All the best female talents were flocking his company. No wonder these idiots from the competition were never as successful as his zaibatsu. But now this particular drawback of his society finally affected him though not in the way he would ever expect. There was simply no way to get to the child without facing Jun.

It was for that reason he was heading towards her place now, with the grim prospect of talking her into what was inevitable. This was actually less unfeasible than it would seem at the first glance. The only reason Jun did not abort the child was because she couldn't, whether for the difficulties imposed by the conservative society or the child's powers. There was a high chance she would take with relief the information the child was the monster that had to go, providing her with a way to get her normal life back. Heihachi knew from his experience people could be convinced to do the most immoral things if you combined their own interest and the moral, or morally sounding, end justifying the means. He expected not to be disappointed when he knocked on her door.

He could hear her moving towards it; after all his men informed him when to arrive to find her home. He could see her looking through the spyhole. Nothing happened. She probably was afraid for some reason, like when she saw him in his limousine, days back. He rolled his eyes.

"Open the door, Kazama-san, I just came to talk to you."

Nothing. He sighed exasperatedly. Of course he or his men would easily be able to force the door open, but that would bring too much attention.

"I have not come to harm you, I'm no Kazuya." Then he added in an afterthought. "I know it's his child. I know he raped you. I just came to help you."

Finally he heard the sound of unlocking the locks and the door opened slowly and visibly hesitantly. Jun looked wary and definitely unwelcoming.

"May I come in?" he asked nevertheless."We don't prefer speaking about this here, do we?"

Jun sighed and nodded. He entered the apartment that was as low-cost as his men described. Apart from some toys thrown here and there he could not spot a single thing that was not a necessity.

"Hello again, Mishima-san," she finally greeted him unenthusiastically.

The apartment was Japanese style - there were no chairs available anywhere in sight, so he sat himself down on one of the zabutons. Jun sighed and offered to make a tea which he politely declined, then she sat down on another floor cushion.

"Why have you not contacted me?" he asked straightforwardly.

Jun shrugged. "What for?"

He stared at her.

"You were raped by my son."

"So what would you do?"

"Help you with abortion?"

Jun went visibly stiff. Heihachi started to have bad feelings about his previous hope that things would go smoothly.

"I have decided against it. That is exactly why I have never contacted you", she said angrily."I knew you would either force me to abort Jin or take him away from me."

So, the easy way out was off the table. The demon child managed to affect her mind. He would have to play this very carefully.

"Why would you not want to abort a child from rape, Kazama-san?" he asked in the kindest voice that was possible without sounding false.

Jun gave him a piercing, angry stare. "And who gave you permission to come here and ask me this?" she hissed.

"I'm not a random person walking into your life. The child is my grandson."

"No, he isn't. If you wanted to abort my child, then you have no right to call him your grandson", she snarled.

Heihachi went grim. So, there would not be a quiet way out of it. The things would have to be arranged... more unpleasantly. He actually hated the thought. The girl has been through enough so far. So he gave it a last try.

"Jun, I would gladly respect your choice-"

"Then, do it."

"-but you don't know what you have brought to this world."

Something appeared in Jun's eyes. The fear, but not of him and his plans for the child. He realized she knew.

"You know what I'm talking about."

Jun was quiet.

"Kazuya was a monster. Not simply an evil man with a powerful gift, but a monster. Have you seen it?"

The anger left her face. Her eyes left his face as she seemed to be viewing a memory. He could imagine exactly what she was seeing now.

"I thought that maybe..." she whispered, now just sounding very tired and miserable. "...my mind played... a trick with me. That the stress messed up my memories..." The fierceness was gone and she looked so vulnerable and unhappy he truly felt sorry for her.

"The boy has the same evil gene that his father and his grandmother had."

There fell silence.

"You don't know that," said Jun quietly.

Heihachi hesitated for a moment. But this wasn't any kind of casual conservation. They were discussing killing a child that she had, for some reason, decided to raise.

"My wife, whom I married out of love and against my parents, who loved me back fiercely, one day just turned on me. First her behavior changed and she started to treat me as a threat, as an enemy. And one day she turned. She tried to kill me. Almost managed. Only my gift saved me. I had to kill her. I saw the love of my life killed by my own hands, because she turned into a monster."

He barely ever spoke about it to anyone and loathed that he had to do it now. But he had to, to make her understand what she was facing if she was going to let the child live.

"And then I raised Kazuya, who had always been a monster, but I simply did not want to see that. I've let him live, and look at what he has done to so many innocent people."

Jun shook her head. "You don't know if Jin is going to be the same."

"You want to wait until he grows up, gathers power and kills his first innocent?" he couldn't stop himself from growling in anger. "Do you think it was easy for me? Do you think I just fancy killing off my family?"

"You can't just kill him preemptively!" Now she was scared. The facade of courage and hostility from before fell for good. He could see in her eyes that she knew very well he was the most powerful man in the country. Maybe she was afraid it might come to something like that for a long time and he has proven her right. The same fear was in her eyes that was back then, when she ran away from his car. "You can't kill a child that did nothing wrong just because he might!" There were tears in her eyes. He fell silent. Despite what they've been saying about him he wasn't an emotionless bastard. Sometimes he really would wish he was. He understood very well the love for your child and the need to protect it. If anyone, years ago, when Kazuya was months old, tried to force him to kill Kazuya, he would kill that very person. He truly understood.

He shook his head.

"Jun. He won't become a normal person. He may live for some years as your beloved son and even be truly your loving son, but one day it's going to emerge and your beloved son will turn into a monster before your very own eyes. And he will kill you. I've been there."

Jun shook her head violently.

"I won't let you do it! I won't!" she shouted, desperation audible in her voice.

"Jun-"

"You're just like Kazuya! Doing whatever you want, because you're rich and powerful and know people like me can't stand a chance!"

Blood in his veins went frigid.

"Don't you ever compare me to Kazuya!" he growled, furious. "If I was Kazuya, you both would be dead by now!"

He stood up and left, slamming the door. He stood there for a moment, calming himself down from what had been a fail on his side - letting himself get carried away like that. But it was a lost battle anyway. He could hear how she started to cry on the other side of the door.

xxx

Heihachi was staring into the night, empty shot glass in his hand, bottle of vodka on his desk. He knew the child had to die. He knew he couldn't make the same mistake as before. He knew if there was a way not to succumb to Devil Gene his beloved, smart, strong Kazumi would have done it. The child would be a monster, one day.

'You're just like Kazuya! Doing whatever you want, because you're rich and powerful and know people like me can't stand a chance!' The words repeated themselves in a loop in his head. Kazuya Mishima raped her and Heihachi Mishima now wants to kill her child.

He knew he should put his emotions aside.

He remembered the tears in her eyes and the stupid parental love he knew too well.

The child would be a monster, one day.

But Kazumi gave him some happy years, many happy years, before all that happened to her. Wouldn't it be right to give the child some life as a normal, happy kid?

Kazuya never seemed normal though.

Heihachi sighed. He should be stronger than this. He had been resolute on the fact the child had to die before and now he was struggling. He was weak again.

But he owed Jun something. It was his son, the son that he had failed to kill early enough, that has raped her. Ironically enough didn't he owe that to her to respect her wishes?

Which meant letting the new monster survive?

He stared gloomily at the shot glass that was full again and swallowed another portion of alcohol.

There was no point in fooling yourself. He wasn't going to do this anymore. He should have sent his men instead of going there himself, maybe.

Maybe.

He sighed.

Then he sat down behind his desk and reached for his phone. Nobody was answering for quite a long time, but finally he heard the sound of someone picking up the handle.

"Don't hang up, please." He wasn't used to asking anyone, but the end justifies the means.

Jun was quiet.

"I... shall not attempt to harm the child. ...I owe you this for what Kazuya had done to you. I swear on the memory of my father I won't lay a hand on Jin, as you called it, preemptively. However if he turns and kills someone, it's on you, and I won't promise you I won't do anything then."

There was no response. He sighed again.

"However I want you to accept the money for his raising."

"No," she immediately replied decisively."I don't want you to have anything to do with him."

"The child is special whether you like it or not and I want him to have the best care he can get and you know very well money helps a lot in that. I want you to be healthy and well fed and not exhausted all the time for the sake of his upbringing."

There was a stubborn silence.

"I won't be interfering in any other way, however there shall be a man watching you both."

"Why?" she hissed angrily.

"Cause I want someone to be around to help you, if something happens."

She was quiet.

He sighed yet again, a part of him wishing he was more drunk for this.

"Please. Do I really look like an unreasonable killer of children? There truly is nothing more that I would love to see than someone carrying my genes in the future. If you think you can raise him not to be a monster, then there is nothing I want more." He did not believe that.

Jun was quiet and then she finally sighed too. Maybe she realized it is not as if he couldn't do whatever he pleased anyway.

"Fine."

She did not sound reassured of his intentions at all.

Notes:

Okay, I've realised there are some varying versions of Tekken timeline. I've based mine on some fan analysis I've found on a gamefaqs forum that quite logically puts Tekken 1 in 1995. The analysis was made 7 years ago and now I realise there are people who put first tekkens in eighties. I don't truly know is there anything canon on that, but I'm gonna stick with nineties, hence cellphones, the Kongo wars, Japanese Maternal Act etc. Since that analysis was hella logical. I can link you to it if you want.

And yeah, kids, don't make Heihachi your example, don't do condomless sex. I assumed he does, cause one, Lars Alexandersson, right? Two, well, he is megarich and that kind of men I suppose often like things the most pleasantly delivered possible and Heihachi is a guy who survived cyanide, I don't think veneral diseases worry him much. And this is a Heihachi is not a total dick fiction, not Heihachi is not a dick fiction as you have surely noticed.

Also, this ain't prolife or anything. This is prochoice. And women have right to choose, one way or another.

Fair warning: people shall be eating and drinking in this fanfic. I always love when books/games/series etc include eating and drinking. So beware of a lot of mentions of actual foods and drinks. And yeah, I'm Polish, you can bet I'm gonna be advertising Polish vodka and liquers here, even though no one's paying me for that.

Also, about Kyushu girls. I lived on Kyushu for a year and I totally think they're rounder than girls from more northern regions and I love it ;).