Before I continued my other stories guys, I wanted to do something I've never thought I will ever do. And this is folks...a short story AKA oneshot. Surprise? So am I. I just want to give it a try. I was inspire to write this after watching spider-man 3 again. Well, more of a line from Spider-man 3 movie. I know are a lot of oneshot Jin's stories, but I feel like I should do one time. Not because he is my favorite character, but in some ways...we are...alike.

Disclaimer: I don't own Namco or Tekken, they rightfully belong to their owners.

Summary: Post Tekken 6: After the chaos he cause to the world...Jin blames himself...his destiny...and fate. Never wound...what you can't kill...

Never Wound

Look...

Look...

Look at the destruction...the chaos...I have caused to the city, the people and the world.

I thought to myself, looking over the city, on top of the Mishima Zaibutsa, covered with the black sweat jacket and pants...hood covering my identity. Tokyo, was demolished, buildings were burnt down from top to bottom, debris scattered the whole city...and bodies were lost.

All...because of me...

Why did I do it?

Was it worth it?

Yes...no! It wasn't!

Sighing, I dug my hands in my pockets, keeping my them warm from the cool night. Its only been two days after the tournament. I remembered, fighting against against my father...devil vs devil. The emotions that were once bottled up, finally was release after we clash for the second time. And those emotions lead to an...awakening.

Azazel; the beast from hell emerged from its long sleep. It also wrecked havoc once it found us.

Exhausted, me and my father decided to put aside our hatred from one another and destroy the beast...once and for all. Surprisingly, it worked out, and I saved the world...again from its end. They long forgotten me as a villain and now see me as a...

Heroic...

But why don't I feel like one, after all I've done to them, after all the destruction I caused and the effects afterwards...they still love me...why?

I just don't get it, I don't deserve this...love. I had it once...it was from her...my only love...

Mother...

Looking up towards the full moon, it was the same moon...that moon that witness my mothers death. Nights like these, I can hear her screaming, crying...telling me to run...and those deadly red eyes...the creature that...

Killed her...

After that day, I lost myself...vowed...to never love again. And thats how it...took over.

Pulling at pocket knife, my fingers ran across the sliver sharp blade. I've done so much damage to myself, and others...I don't deserve to be here, why...because I'm not

Human...

I'm a monster

Physically, it has taken over my body; using it for its own cause...

Mentally, it has change who I use to be; sometimes I wonder who I am. Am I Jin Kazama...the child of destiny...or Devil...Who am I!

Emotionally, it has made me cry, angry, happy...for all the wrong doings. If I keep living with it inside me...it will kill me, but not himself.

Cursed for life...It must be ended...

I felt him. My father, standing behind me, turning my head slightly, his face emotionless. His arms cross against his chest, wearing his purple tux(As I call it: The Devil suit)

“Is it worth it?” He asked me, in his usual tone.

“What is?” I turned my head back, looking over at my destruction once more.

I heard his footsteps walked next to me, there he stood also looking down at the destroy city; taking out a lighter and cigarette, he lighted up, taking a small puff. “You can't kill it. No matter how many times you think or try to get rid of it. There's no cure.”

“I know that. It's your fault...you did this to me...”

“And I wish, that I can take it back. I had a choice, but I choose the wrong one.”

A choice...

“Why? It's already it too late! History already set its self!” I looked at him, my brown eyes glaring at him. I hate being his son, why mom...why him?

“Not for you,” he said,taking the cigarette out of his mouth and throwing it away. “You say its too late, but its never too late...to change your life around.”

“Now, you care about my life. You wasn't there for twenty-one years of my life, you wasn't there when I was born, you wasn't there when I took my first baby steps, when mom was killed by Ogre...you wasn't there for shit!”

“I was there!” He shouted out loud. Suddenly, I notice that his eyes was watering, was Kazyua crying? I've never thought I'll see the day, that my father cried.

Just one last time...

“I may not have been there face to face with you and Jun, but I was there...watching you both...hidden in she shadows. You were young, so you couldn't feel my presences, but your mom could. She knew I was there. Every time you sparred with her, she knew I was there watching, and every time she put you too bed and read you bedtime stories, I was there...listening.”

My eyes was still fixed on him, A part of me told me not listen and tell him to shut the hell up, but the other side...told me to listen.

Then he continued, “When I found out that you posses the Devil Gene, I was mad at myself. I had a feeling you were going to end up like me...and I was right. Once, you was betrayed by Heihachi, you wanted revenge...just like me.”

I stopped glaring at him, and softened up a bit. My father was telling me something...something...to protect me. He closed his eyes, smirking, and shaking his head. “Revenge...that is something you don't want, believe me, I know. When your grandfather, my father, betrayed me, I almost died and all I thought about was revenge and suddenly...he came...and considered me an offer I could of resist, but didn't. I choose revenge over death, Jin. If I would of choose death...then you wouldn't be here right now and I would of never met your mother, Jun Kazama.”

Pointing his index fingers towards his red eye, the devil eyes, he said, “This, is what revenge got me...nothing. Going after the old man, time after time again gotten me no where. Hes still alive and it only made things worse. I spent what, over twenty years of my life trying to kill him...do you want to be like that...wasting your life on vengeance.”

“What are you trying to tell me?” I asked, eyes narrowing, hands gripping on the pocket knife tightly.

He glanced at me, then at the pocket knife I held, then smirked, “Nothing. Forget I said anything.”

If it was nothing, then why did he tell me? Why did he tell me all of this? Is it because hes trying to tell me that I still have a choice to make...a good one perhaps? But, I already made up my mind and choose my path and destiny...right?

He cares, they care, we all care...about you...

I rolled up my sleeves, I hesitanted putting the blade near my wrist, it was cold because of the cool air.

“What about that Korean boy, Hwoarang? He respects you”

I looked at him once more, cocking my eyebrow when he mention Hwoarang. “He doesn't respect me, he doesn't even like me.”

“Thats what you think,” he pointed at me. “But not what he and others think. He fights you a lot because he cares about you and your the only he enjoys fighting against. It's his way of saying you guys are friends, even though he hides it.”

“What are you getting at? I thought you told me to forget anything you said.”

He nodded, “Your right, but what about that little Chinese girl, Xiaoyu right? You care about her as much as she cares about you. She is just like your mother, so pure, engertic and loving. You push her away constantly, so you can protect her from danger. She, on the other hand, wants to help you. She spends her days trying to find a best friend...you.”

“I know,” I sighed, thinking about Xiaoyu, she was the only true person that was there for me. A true friend that showed me love again, but it didn't last very long. And then finally...I did it. I slit my wrist, it wasn't that painful to me, but in a matter of minutes...I'll be gone. I don't care if I go hell for this, I'm already in one. I just want to be free.

Turning on his heels, my father walked away and I turned back around, expecting that he was leaving, but he stopped; then I heard him say “Your mother once told me; Never wound...what you can't kill.”

Suddenly, he spread his purple bat like wings and he took flight, going somewhere...I don't know where, but somewhere...

Is it time to let it go and move on...start another path...another destiny...

It'll be a matter of time before I move on, and die...die here on this building. This curse building(Mishima Zaibutsa) has cause me so much damage, that I can't even live on anymore. This is not what my mother wanted from me. She wanted me to be free and live life like the other humans, but I'm not human.

You only live once...use it wisely...

I felt my body getting weaker by each passing minute of my life, so I kneel down to the ground, breathing heavily. I couldn't breathe...and thats how I wanted...not breathe this air ever again...

Then, I felt a pair of soft delicate hands touch mine. Under my hood, my eyes glanced over, and there she was right beside me. I thought it was my mother, but it was her...Xiaoyu.

She whispered, “It's okay, Jin. Let it go. I forgive you. We forgive you.” She turned her back, motioning me to turn around. I slowly turned my head around and saw them...all. All the fighters from the tournament.

Hwoarang was leaning against the doorway entrance to the rooftop, his face pretended like he didn't care whether I live or die, but his eyes tell a different story. In those dark eyes, showed he cared about me. Like he was telling me...don't you die on me, Kazama! And was right, his hands were balled up into a fist.

My eyes then look at my cousin, Asuka Kazama. The only family member I have left on the Kazama side, the only one honoring the name. I put I don't deserve to be a Kazama, I dishonored the name. I thought she would angry at me, but she was...smiling.

I turned my head back around and quietly said, “You guys are making a mistake by forgiving me. After all I have done to you and everyone else, you guys till forgive me. Right now, there could be a boy, crying because he lose his parents because of this war...because of me.”

Gripping on my hands, Xiaoyu replied, “Then, that boy must understand your pain. Like we all understand.”

I smirked and shook my head. “My pain isn't the same like everyone else. You impossible to understand my pain.”

“Yes, we do!” Her eyes locked onto my brown eyes. “We understand your pain, and why you are always hurt. This destruction and chaos you have cause to this city, the world and its people...is your way of showing us how corrupt your mine is. Let us help you. Let me help you.”

'Help' I thought to myself, repeating the word in my mine. I've never understood the true meaning of it since, I've never had anyone to help me with my problems.

She then slid my hoody off my head, revealing my face...and its tears. I touched my face. I'm crying...I'm crying...why? The last time I cried...the last time I truly, truly cried...was when my mother was murdered. It touched my heart...and Xiaoyu...and everyone else touched my heart.

That is why I'm crying...

“It's time to let it go, Jin. Isn't that what your mother would want you to do right now?” She asked me.

Yes...that is what my mother would want me to do now. That is why my father was telling me all of this...he cared about me. Xiaoyu cared, they cared. Even...I care...for the first time.

Smiling, I stood up along with Xiaoyu, and I turned everyone to face everyone. “I'm sorry everyone. For all the damages I have caused all of you...”

“It's okay, Kazama. Like Xiao said, we all forgive you. Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again. Who knows what I have done if you left,” Hwoarang said to me. He opened the door and proceeded to leave, along with everyone else.

“Lets go home, Jin.” Xiaoyu said to me before leaving.

Before I left, I've notice that my blood wasn't pouring anymore, and my wound was healed. My fathers words repeated in my head before he flew away.

Never wound...what you can't kill

I guess...the devil wants me to live too. Chose my own destiny...

Yep, my one shot is done. The reason why I did this one-shot because I think that everyone has a choice to make no matter how too late it is. I feel Kazuya regrets that decision by taking the gene and didn't want his son going that same path he went through. I also feel Hwoarang wants to be friends with Jin. His the only person that he wants to fight Jin and he respects him. Without Jin, Hwoarang wouldn't be having fun. We would be bored as hell. And for Xiaoyu, I think she is the only person that loves and cares about Jin. Plus, the only person can convince him to come to his senses. But, maybe this one shot doesn't mean nothing or maybe it does...who knows. Also, the words in that have the three dots at the end, is the devil.