By Indigo Siren

Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken, nor the characters etc… under the concept. I am making no money from this Fan Fiction, Tekken © to Namco. I do however own any extra characters that don't appear in the Tekken series.

Epilogue

"The search for Jin Kazama, the multimillion heir and grandson to Heihachi Mishima, continues after the nineteen year old went missing two weeks ago. The owner of the highly recognised Mishima Zaibatsu pleads for the safe return of his grandson, and is offering a reward to whomever finds him."

The TV riddled on mindlessly about the event that had happened what seemed so long ago.

Two weeks. Two LONG weeks.

Miharu was curled up on the love seat facing the television, a cushion held to her chest and the remote resting on her lap. She watched the TV with a somewhat vacant expression, feeling her heart clench when they showed pictures of Jin on the TV. Though it did get less painful to look at his pictures over and over, she couldn't lie about the aching inside.

She wondered what she'd done to deserve this. More pain added to a pile she was trying to slowly knock down. The cushion clenched tighter and she shook her head, finally turning off the damned report that just kept repeating itself. It was the latest hot topic, with so much money involved.

Miharu leaned her head back, closing her eyes with a long, drawn out sigh.

"Any news on finding your friend?"

Miharu opened an eye up to look at her father, who leaned on the back of the love seat. She merely shook her head.

He sighed, standing straight. "A shame really. I hope they find him."

He walked off and Miharu bit back the tears.

"Yeah, me too," she whispered.

How many times had she cried since finding out Jin was missing? A hell of a lot.

All the promises he made to spend more time with her after he'd finished the tournament, all the things yet to be planned between the two. And now…

Her heart and soul had literally been shattered into a thousand pieces. She'd never been hurt this bad before.

Though she had tears of her own to shed, she felt her obligation to comfort Xiaoyu, who was at the end of wits. Xiaoyu's tears were almost as heart broken as Miharu's. Miharu never cried in front of Xiaoyu, she left that till she was well and truly alone.

Xiaoyu had lived with him for what seemed a while, and found a bond with him and yet, she didn't understand why he'd just disappeared. She had found someone to look up to. To cherish with her heart and look up to like a brother, and now he'd gone. She feared he was dead, but Heihachi kept telling her he wasn't dead, and that he was too strong to die.

Miharu was quite surprised that Heihachi didn't grieve much, or seem more worried about his grandson. He just got back on with life, only now and again putting some contribution in for the hunt for Jin.

Over two weeks, she found herself becoming more and more depressed, though people left it mainly to her losing her mother. They knew nothing of her to know the truth.

Miharu would pray at night. Pray for his safe return, and actually try and talk to her mother, wherever she may be in the heavens. She was actually now free to admit to (What she could consider) her mother's spirit, that she had been dating Jin, and didn't have to fear what she would say. Now it bugged her more than ever to find out what she would have said.

Though it felt so hard somedays, she knew that life had to go on. She couldn't stop time because of her misery. The loneliness would eventually pass. But it didn't stop her pondering the future, and maybe, he'd return to fill that big gap that seemed to have been created.

No chasm of love loss would swallow her up.

***

Miharu continued her tutoring, and exams were weeks away. She was finally pulling some of her senses together to get her head around studying. Passing those dreaded exams would be at least a weight off her, and she'd be able to prepare for high school.

Xiaoyu started teaching more Hakke Sho and Hika Ken-based Chinese martial arts to Miharu, whom was now getting a firm grasp of the moves. The more she trained, the more her mind had something to focus on, and the more she focused, the better she became.

Rubi actually became good friends with Miharu and her group, and she actually showed she was a pretty nice girl. She ignored all her old friends, or what she could have called friends, and decided to keep with her new slate, finding she was much happier.

Rubi and Miharu had actually seen Hari when they went to the mall one Saturday afternoon. Rubi didn't give her a second glance though, but Miharu couldn't help but stare at her. Hari had short hair now and the blonde and blue was well and truly gone. No make up, just a bland, pale face, that looked down as she mopped the floor, getting shouted at by a small, dumpy man. She only met Miharu's eyes for second before turning away, truly ashamed.

Hari was working as a cleaner now, after dropping out of education. She'd hit an all time low, and was always hassled by her boss, downgrading her even more.

It was strange to see such an outgoing, snobby girl turn into such a downcast outsider. Miharu didn't know whether she should pity her or not.

Life was slowly getting back to a regular flow, things finally fitting into place, to work up towards some sort of future. But Miharu left a small gap in her life closed.

Her love life.

She'd wait to fill that void, hoping that from the shadows, Jin would return and she could fall into those arms again.

Yes, everything was set and all she could do was wait.

THE END