Author: gwendy PM
After escaping Kazuya and Heihachi's clutches, Jin isolates himself from the world. An e-mail from his father, Kazuya Mishima, suddenly comes to him, luring him with the truth about his mother, Jun Kazama. Will Jin accept? Set after T4 wslight T5.Rated: Fiction K - English - Drama/Angst - Chapters: 6 - Words: 9,523 - Reviews: 44 - Favs: 30 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 08-31-04 - Published: 08-08-04 - id: 2002545
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Author's notes: This story is set after Tekken 4 but is not related to Tekken 5 (though I am wishing it is) This fanfic is inspired from the song "Even In Death" by Evanescence and is from Jin Kazama's point of view. It is also the sequel to my first Tekken fanfic, "As Purity Lay in the Arms of Evil" so this has some relation to the Tekken Anime Movie. Rated G
Disclaimer: Jin Kazama, Kazuya Mishima and all Tekken characters are the property of NAMCO. This is only a fan fiction from the imagination of an obsessed fan. No copyright infringement intended.
Chapter I: Contact
I hate him. I hate them. I hate ALL of them!!! They're nothing but monsters...yes. That's what they are. And it disgusts me to even think that it is THEIR blood that flows in my veins! Their dirty, dirty blood!
I rammed my fists hard against the punching bag, taking all my frustrations on it. I was in Spain now. I would've stayed longer in Australia if they hadn't intercepted me there. And as much as I would've liked to go back to Japan, I couldn't. Not with those damned Mishimas tailing me.
I shook my head vigorously, the sweat flying away from my tousled hair as I continued to train. Here I am: a young man of twenty-two, with all the money I'll ever need and countless opportunities for my future. Why wasn't I happy? Because I am not like any other man. I'm warped...tormented because of the evil seeds that reside within my body.
Seven years ago, this extreme loathing for life would have been alien to me. My mother, Jun Kazama, had raised me to love everything about Kami's creations: from the lowly ant to the tall pine trees around our little cottage in Yakushima Forest. But that was before that Toshin came to ruin our lives. I never found my mother's body no matter how much time I spent ruffling through the remnants of our house. Heeding her last wishes, I went and sought refuge in the only living relative I had left: Heihachi Mishima.
Four years under his wing and tutelage, I came to trust my grandfather...but I was blinded. So horribly blinded! He had seen me as nothing but a source of power...a replacement for the son he killed: Kazuya Mishima.
I stopped punching and walked over to my bed in the condo unit I was staying in. I sat there and stared at my hands. Mishima...it sickens me to be associated with that name because of my heritage. What did Mother see in Kazuya!? I refuse to acknowledge him as my father. I don't want to! It would've been better off if he were dead or if I'd never met him at all!
When I got to meet Kazuya in the fourth Iron Fist Tournament, all my childhood imaginings of the father I never met, faded away like a wisp of smoke. No. That wasn't my father. I have no father. I have no grandfather. And sadly...I no longer have a mother.
Oh, Mother...my beautiful, dead mother. Why did you stop me from avenging you from the very man who left you alone and unprotected in the wilderness? That was the question that had been reverberating in my head for the last few months after I escaped Kazuya and Heihachi's evil plans. I grunted loudly and allowed myself to fall back on the soft mattress. I couldn't understand it. After all this time...why did Mother choose that moment to appear? Years after her death, I had wanted so much to have a glimpse of her but now, I realized I shouldn't have stopped. I should've killed Heihachi and Kazuya. Now, it's too late. That damned G Corporation and Mishima Zaibatsu will surely go on a rampage.
A sudden bleep from my laptop computer disrupted my thoughts. I turned to find that I had an incoming message. I sighed deeply. It must be Ling Xiaoyu again. She was the girl I went to high school with and she's the only girl I can talk to. Most girls in my class, when I try to have a little talk, just giggle incessantly and stammer when they speak, which is very annoying. Ling can sometimes be annoying: always following me around, babbling about stuff that I don't even know or care about. And yet...I wasn't doing much to stop her. She was, in a way, my confidant.
Ling had been sending me e-mails from the start of the fourth Iron Fist Tournament and until now, she's been sending mails nonstop. I'm pretty sure that she's trying to track me down, but I know enough about hacking to make sure she wouldn't find me.
I sat up and moved towards the computer. I opened the e-mail. My eyes widened. It wasn't from Ling. It was from Kazuya.
I didn't realize how good a fighter you've become. I have to admit that I underestimated you.
I'd like you to come by my office in the G Corporation. There is something we need to discuss. As father and son. You may deny it, but I am your father. Don't worry because I don't have plans to capture you. I am not like Heihachi. I know there is no reason for you to trust me, but you have to. There is something you should know about your mother.
Attached, is a map to G Corporation.
I swallowed when I read the last line. My mother? How low could he get?! Using my mother to bait me! I read the letter once more. Is he actually serious? Maybe I could...NO! I slammed the laptop to a close. Suddenly, I saw Kazuya's face in front of me. I was so surprised that I almost fell off the bed. It took me around two seconds to realize it was only my reflection from the mirror. I shook my head. I looked like him when I'm angry.
Filled with anger and disgust, sick to my stomach after reading Kazuya's letter, I stood up sharply from bed and threw all my frustrations again on the punching bag.