Asuka, Hwoarang and I entered this huge building after breakfast. This entire skyscraper and structure were all too familiar with me. I couldn't help but tag Asuka along after she literally went on her hands and knees to beg me so she can come along. Hwoarang didn't care; good thing for him, he keeps his personal life away from his professional one. Something he was useful for and something else we had in common. My black leather trench coat swivels upright as we entered through the automatic sliding doors and were greeted by some of the staff members of Mishima Corporations. I seriously need to change the name of this establishment. I look up to see the beautiful tapestries and wonderful paintings displayed all over the entire entrance room. It had pictures of me and the rest of the runner-up champions on of our previous tournament. Thankfully, at my request, they removed all the stupid Heihachi pictures. I wasn't exactly enthusiastic about seeing a bald, old man displayed on one of my walls. I chuckled at the though of realizing these walls are my own. We approach the front desk where we were greeted by Matsuho Natsume, the secretary of our incorporation.

"Good morning, Kazama-san," she greeted.

"And a good morning to you, Mrs. Natsume," I responded.

"It's Misses. I've never been married, sir." She smiled.

"I see."

"Good morning, Hwoarang."

"Good morning, Matsuho. And what a wonderful morning it is," Hwoarang responded, leaning a bit close to the secretary, much to her discomfort.

"Morning, Matsuho-chan!" Asuka greeted and waived, full of energy.

"Morning to you, too, Asuka-kun."

"Come on, Matsuho. We've known each other for five months now. You can drop the honorifics," Asuka insisted.

"That may be true, but it's company standards to--"

"I'm changing the company standards. New rules will be placed and I can ensure you, you won't regret it," Jin interrupted.

"Cool. Jin's being fun for once," Asuka mocked. I shot her a death glare which didn't work since she showed me her tongue. Matsuho just laughed a little.

"We have business to attend to, Kazama. We should head on to the main building, if you know what I mean," Hwoarang said.

"Right. See you later, Natsume," I said, heading to the elevators.

"You too." She blushed.

We headed to the elevator. I remove my shades as the doors open and we all stepped in. Hwoarang pressed the button leading down to a secret department: the weapons manufactures department. I could hear Asuka giggle in the background.

"What?" I demanded.

"She was so into you, Jin."

"Yeah. She thinks you're a total hottie. Hey, wait a minute. I'm better looking than you!" Hwoarang retorted.

"Knock it off. She's being nice."

"So is Xiaoyu."

"What?"

"Nothing!" Asuka smirked.

The doors opened up and what was revealed to us was a huge room filled with JACK-5 models and futuristic JACK-6 models. We each went our separate ways, taking notes of the improvements this company is doing with these android soldiers. Why would I need these things? I don't plan on creating a war or taking over countries. So why would I...

I stop at the thought. I clutch to my heart and feel it beat twice as faster. No one noticed, seeing as how I'm out of ear-shot from everyone. All of a sudden, the world became inaudible to me and my vision was starting to fade away. And then, the darkness took me. I couldn't feel my arms or legs anymore, but I can feel my left arm burning with intensity. I felt my body being hung up like a crucifix. That's when I realized I was being held hostage by him. I heard the mocking laughter all too familiar to me. The same voice that has taunted me throughout my early adolescent years and now. Then I see him; he looks all too similar to me, minus the pale complexion and deathly silver coloured eyes. His menacing grin is probably what haunts me the most. No. His presence just haunts me altogether. I struggle to get free, but to no avail. He had me trapped in an unholy bind and now I have to endure torturous hours of his ill-spitting words. The vile creature.

"What's the matter? Can't move? Can't think? Can't save your life? Have you gone weak, little one?" he taunted.

"Release me. Now, if you know what's good for you," I barked.

"Tsk, tsk. Many times have you tried and tried, but without me, you would have failed in the long run, Jin."

"I have succeeded without your help. I never needed you back then and I don't need you now."

"Oh? And where would you be without me? Searching endlessly for your dead, pathetic mother?" he laughed mockingly.

"Baka, shimeru ue!"

"Aw, did I hit a weak spot? I did, didn't I?"

I remained silent. He laughed at my silence, thinking he had won that little argument but I wasn't going to give in and go chaotic in my own building. I wasn't going to buy a new building, damn it, even though we can afford ten more.

"It was the drive to find my mother and the hatred for my clan that helped me, not you."

"No. It was the drive to find your dead mother and the hatred for your clan that awakened me and helped you."

"So you think."

"So I know."

"Release me at once."

"Or what? You can't even move yourself. Do I need to give you a little motivation?" he grinned.

There, he pulled Xiaoyu in front of him. She had a rope wrapped around her head and her hands were in binds. I can see her tears falling down as she cried muffled words to me.

"I won't be fooled, idiot. You can't bring Xiaoyu into this realm."

"Of course not. I didn't say I was."

From there, he proceeded to glide his razor-sharp fingers on her neck, cutting it by just a slight tap. Blood began dripping but she didn't bleed profusely. I couldn't stand the sight. I was even more instigated than I could imagine. He saw my rage and took advantage of it. He began moving his hands down her neck, to her chest and almost into her shirt where she pleaded.

"Jin! Help me!"

"Let her go!"

"You're going to have to get her yourself."

"Onegai, Jin! Onegai!" Xiaoyu pleaded.

"I said, LET HER GO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. My body began surging in crimson electricity as I can feel the spiritual binds releasing from me.

"That's it! Give in to the anger! Save your friend and release it! The world must know, Jin! Pay retribution! Avenge your mother and destroy all evil in your path!"

"Never!" I screamed.

Finally, I was released and I charged over to my demonic counter-part as fast as I can. I crouched down and I cocked my hand back and began putting superfluous momentum at my biceps and elbows. I kneeled and launched my fist right into my foe's abdomen, sending him flying across the other side of this realm. He quickly recovered and flapped his black wings, taking flight in the air. His mocking laughter only showed me he was unscathed as his eyes glow an ominous red. He fired a red hellfire beam towards my way that I easily dodged. I grabbed Xiaoyu and made a run for it, even though I know the Xiaoyu in this dimension isn't real and only an illusion. Still, I couldn't help the fact this can happen to her. I can hear him closing in on me. So I turned around and put Xiaoyu down and began spinning as I extended my left leg to smack the temple of this devil. I see electricity dancing around from my hit connection as I pull my leg back. I quickly get into a stance and charge my body up; I gave to small jabs downwards and pulled my fists apart from my chest. My hands were glowing as I allowed more electricity to spark around my body. Now I was fueled with rage.

"Fight me!" he yelled.

"I will, and I will destroy right now!"

I ran towards him as he flew towards me. He threw a punch and I felt it collide with my chest. I skidded backwards but I quickly recover. I threw one left hook and on right uppercut until I finally punched his chest back with my right hand. It sent him stumbling backwards, but no matter how hard I hit, he seemed unfazed. He roared in laughter and I smirked, hiding my doubts in winning this little battle. I again initiated another Soul Omen and this time, I arched myself backwards and launched my right fist right into the middle of his face, right before he sends another hellfire beam to me. I thankfully smashed his nose and it sent him flying further away. If it weren't for the fact I reacted quickly instead of laughing and laughing to taunt an opponent, I would have been obliterated by now and he would have taken over my mind. I run over to Xiaoyu to see her on her knees, her binds somehow gone.

"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine, now that you're here. Thank you so much, Jin," Xiaoyu said, tears streaming from her eyes.

"It's okay. I don't want to see any of my friends hurt," I said.

"And we don't want to see you hurt, either." Xiaoyu looked at me and smiled. I was confused.

What could hurt me?

"Jin, wake up."

"Huh?"

"Wake up, Jin," Xiaoyu told me.

"I am awake. What are you talking about?"

"Hiii-yaaah!" Hwoarang delivered a blow from one of his kicks down to my stomach and I sprung myself upwards.

"Well, that got him awake." Asuka sighed with relief.

"What the fuck was that for?" I demanded an answer.

"One, you were snoozing. Two, you were drooling. Three, we have business to attend to," Hwoarang said.

"What were you doing, taking a nap?"

"No. I..."

"Master Kazama."

I turn around to see an American blonde-haired woman. Jane.

"Is everything all right?"

"Yes, everything is. I just had a little accident."

"Accident?" Hwoarang and Asuka asked in unison.

"I have a headache is all."

"Do you need to see a doctor? Anna Williams is nearby."

"No, I don't, thank yo-- wait. What?"

"Anna Williams is our..."

"... doctor?" Asuka finished.

"Yes. She actually has a Ph.D. in medical research so she'd be a qualified doctor."

"Who knew some hoe bag would turn out to be a nurse." Hwoarang chuckled.

"Let me guess. Nina's the CEO of the Furby Company and Paul is a janitor." I looked at Asuka and raised an eyebrow at her sarcastic comment.

"No, but Nina is an executive member of an assassination firm once in league with Mishima Corps and Paul is... well, we lost track when he returned to the wilderness after losing to Mishima Kazuya in Iron Fist V."

"He holds a grudge against Kazuya after twenty years and kept it." I scoffed.

"Touchy, Jin." Asuka poked my arm. I held it and felt the burn still there. My coat provided enough obscurity to hide away the bright glow it normally gives out.

"So, what do we have here, Jane?" Hwoarang asked, looking at the new JACK-6 models.

"Well, we have here are your--"

"Asuka! Jin! Ew. Hwoarang." I turned around to see Christie Monteiro waving at us. She somehow managed to know where we were and go to Tokyo in a matter of two days.

"Christie!" Asuka ran up to her and gave her a hug.

"Man, why is she here?" Hwoarang complained. I shrugged.

"Beats me."

"Oh, my God! You!" Christie pointed at a JACK-5.

"And you!" She pointed at another.

"They're everywhere!" She shouted hysterically.

"These are reploids, Christie," I told her.

"Homigosh, Jin!" Christie screamed and ran up to me, giving me a hug. I hesitantly responded back.

"Sheesh, you're still as cold as ever," Christie noticed as she pulled away. She made a disgusted face and hugged Hwoarang.

"Yeah, yeah. What are you doing here?" Hwoarang asked.

"Vacation."

I smacked my head and Hwoarang groaned. For the first time in ages, we were in the same boat. I look over to see Christie looking at the new models of JACKs as Jane returned to us.

"These will be new modifications on our JACK distributions. Instead of sacrificing human lives, we can use these androids to fight for us."

"Wouldn't that mean we'd have a devoided military?" I asked questionably.

"That may be, but we're still getting approval from the government before we do allow these models into public. They won't be carrying any arms or ammunition like its predecessors but they will have a more advanced A.I. and will be able to tell human emotions. Such as unconditional love."

"Then that would mean desperate men would be requesting for gynoids." Hwoarang smirked. I chuckled and Jane held back a laugh.

"You'd need one, mate." Steve appeared out of nowhere, tapping Hwoarang on his shoulders.

"Can it, Steve."

"But what happens if these androids malfunction and we enter a world of conflict? These machines would be more suitable for warfare than human beneficial resources."

"Which is why they're still undergoing experiments and upgrading."

"I see."

Meanwhile, Christie and Asuka gallivant around the base filled with JACKs and other weaponry installed in this secret department.

"I don't know why your brother would want these."

"Jin is Jin. He's as cold as Hades' left nut. It wouldn't surprise me to see him in a combat suit." Asuka put down an M8 rifle. Christie giggled and mentally pictured Jin in a combat suit.

"That would be hot." Christie smiled.

"Gross!"

"I bet, like, Hwoarang would be General and stuff."

"What, you think he'd create an army now?"

"I don't know. I always thought military men were so... dead sexy."

"Ew..."

"Well, Hwoarang's an exception.

Both girls began giggling as they begin picking up different types of assortment of weapons.

"Check this out!" Asuka said, posing as a soldier with an M60.

"Whoa, girl! G.I. Jane up in here!" Christie laughed as she held an M16A2.

"Oh, look at these. Hot." Asuka held up two black Desert Eagles and posed as Lara Craft.

"You'd look so much better in Tomb Raider than Angelina Jolie."

"Nah. She's way too pretty."

"You're pretty, too. In fact, you're sexy." Asuka blushed.

"Well, you're sexi-ER. You have bigger boobs," Asuka retorted.

"Hey, these babies are just 32Ds. You're a 34. A D-cup, Suki." Christie bended forwards and started comparing her breasts to Asuka's.

"So?!"

"That means you're bigger breasted."

"Really?" Asuka scratched her head.

"God, you never had a girl's life, haven't you?"

"For the past seventeen years, no."

"I can see why you punch your dates."

"Hey!"

"Kidding!"

As the Jin's entourage continues about with their meetings and personal stuff back at the manor, a mysterious individual looks down at a volcano from atop a helicopter, accompanied by none other than Lee Chaolan, the Silver Devil. The person adjusts his collar as he begins to descend down on the volcano.

"You must be crazy in the head if you're planning on dropping 50 feet," Lee said, smirking.

"Don't bet on it, Chaolan. I survived more fights than you have. And don't think of shooting a rocket at me. I'll incinerate you before you even press the button."

"I wouldn't think of it, dear brother," Lee says, grinning nonchalantly.

He jumps down from the helicopter, only rapidly changing into a purple devil as he takes flight towards the dead volcano. His blood-red eyes stay focused on the mouth of the volcano as he smirks. He finally approaches his destination and folds his wings, remaining in his devil form. His horns protrude inverted as the third eye stares deep into the volcano.

"This is where I pay my retribution, old man. When I find you, I'll toss you down this volcano and I'll come down to kill you again."

"Kill him, Kazuya. You know you want to. Take revenge against your father!"

"I know, Devil."

"Then what are you waiting for? She's still waiting for you."

"Damn it, these things take a while to accomplish and with my bastard of a brother complicating things for me, it would be more difficult with more people in my way. But first, let's pay a visit to Mishma Manor."

"Killing your son, eh?"

"No. I wouldn't do that. Not yet."

"Your... daughter?"

"She doesn't have the Devil's gene period. Just another obstacle in the way."

"So why hesitate?"

"Smart planning, longer timing. Must I remind you, I'm doing this for her and her only. Now, stop interrupting me."

"Very well... Kazuya."

And with the Devil's voice fading away, Kazuya takes flight into another direction as the helicopter follows in pursuit.

What is Kazuya going to do? And who is "she"? Will Jin give into the Devil? What more mysteries will be revealed? Stay tuned.

AN: As a request, I have updated another chapter. I will include as many characters I can and I am open to suggestions as always. I apologize for my delay, seeing as how being a Marine causes you to work almost 24 hours. Not to mention stupid jungle training.

Anyway, stay tuned, faithful reviewers.