Ok, here’s something new. I have imagined this fic as series of monologues by Angel (the character isn’t important as herself, but as the omniscient narrator here), her pondering on other tekken characters. Picture her, if you will, perched on some rooftop, observing the world, invisible to us mere mortals :). Must say in advance there are no tekken characters I truly dislike, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll go easy on the ones I like – meaning; however it may sound from time to time, I really am not doing this to bash anyone. Reality bites enough itself, ne?

The chapters will be short, as separate streams of thoughts, so please give it a try. As much as I love your comments, I’d be even more interested in some of your own observations on the characters. I have read thoughts of some ppl on the subject, that were so simple yet so insightful, they left me stunned. Share your visions :)

Feel free to criticize my opinions and points of view, but please ignore my grammar and style as I’m not a native speaker and am really not as comfortable as you are writing in English :)

And, nope, I don’t own the game or any of the characters.

The first will be Jin, pre tekken 4 and before morphing into a Devil version. It was written in one breath

JIN KAZAMA

I know you. I know who you are.

Just because you don’t have blood on your hands, doesn’t mean you’re innocent.

I watch you train hard every day, work your fingers to the bone, wake up and fall asleep with the single thought in mind. I watch you leave home from practice each day with bleeding knuckles and a bleeding heart.

And you think you deserve my sympathy?

I watch you protect those weaker than you, watch you swallow your pride and walk away from pointless fights. I watch you do good and honorable deeds, generously and without ever thinking about yourself.

And you believe you at least have my gentle understanding?

No.

Because I can see your soul and know it isn’t pure. In depths of your heart lies a monster… that is you. The OTHER side of you.

Don’t lie to yourself; you feel the deep hum of his growl every time you close your eyes, you KNOW he’s there, watching, waiting for his time to come. And just as both of you know it eventually has to come, you BOTH crave for that moment.

You cannot justify, even only to yourself, that strong and primitive urge for a simple, gory revenge. Don’t try to find excuses… no, you’re not doing the world a favor; no, you’re not paying back for your betrayed trust; no, you’re not doing it for all who suffered or died during all these years… the truth is, you are selfishly indulging in anger, encouraging it to grow inside you, nurturing it, deliberately building up the pressure util the vent explodes.

Or did you think that shameful, feral side of you isn’t you at all?

I watch your aloof, mysterious figure as it, uninterested in the world around, walks by with an unreadable expression and shake my head. You’re deceiving yourself boy; I can clearly see HIS red eyes in murky depths beneath that smooth surface of your face. Blame it on your heritage, blame it on your past – but the fact is; you will eventually drown in the black sea of your own resentment and anger.

And you know what?

The stronger you are, the stronger HE gets. Because, what really drives you on isn’t at all as pure as that facade you put up – you may fool the world, but you’re not fooling me. I see through you boy. It is HATE inside, a blind hate that will eventually consume you whole… can’t say you won’t deserve it, sadly. In the end, admit it or not; it was your choice. There can be no ‘righteous’ or ‘justified’ hate… and, deep inside, you know it too.

And you know one more thing?

You will lose. Maybe not against your opponents, but… you’ll find yourself down on your knees at the brink of your biggest triumph. At that decisive moment, at that final battle, HE will emerge and claim the victory you so diligently prepared him for. Or did you think HE’d share the sweet taste of glory with you? You practically served him your soul as a bonus.

Besides, boy, what makes you think HE’ll want to stop there? You had the chance to stop too, to let go and move on, so why didn’t you?

While honing your body into a perfect weapon for such low causes, you were sharpening HIS teeth and claws. Don’t be surprised when he uses them to tear you open from the inside and set himself free. To fuel your dismal fire, you’re using the force you cannot possibly contain… Can you even begin to imagine just how powerful hate can be, if it’s the weapon you decide to wield?

Such a tragic, ironic choice…

You may be aware it cuts both ways, but are you aware of the whole extent of the devastation it can bring? Mind-shattering, literally, and I’m more and more convinced you’ll feel it on your own skin. Hate takes no prisoners, spares no one in its way, sides against everybody, brings no piece or resolution… Instead of despising, you should have taken the time to learn at least that from the ones whose fall you’re so eager to cause. Or are you so blind you don’t see you’ve almost become one of them?

After all, didn’t they ALL call their revenge ‘justice’?

Every time you charge on with your heart set ablaze by blind hate, you’re tearing off your white wings with your own hands. It’s a thin line between light and utter darkness you’re walking every time you convince yourself you have some God-given right to decide who will live and who has to die.

Whoever makes that mistake and believes he’s worthy enough to deliver such ‘justice’, can never have my sympathy or understanding.

What drives you on, can drive you mad… remember.

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Comments, reviews, half baked philosophies welcome. Till soon, I hope :)