Disclaimer: Needless to say, I do not own Tekken or any of the Tekken characters. Some very, very rich person far, far away owns them… Lucky chum.
Author's note: This is my first fanfic ever, so any reviews are welcome. As for the time setting, this story takes place sometime after Tekken 3.
Chapter One: It Will Never Be Over
The moonlight gleamed off of the reflective surfaces of the buildings in the business district. The din of the cars zooming by far below filled the air and the streets looked like rivers of light. The abnormal peace of a fast city night was suddenly broken by the sharp clashes of steel-on-steel as two dark figures furiously battled on the roof of a tall business building.
"Haaaaa!" screamed Kunimitsu, as she preformed a trio of back-flips to avoid coming in contact with the deadly sword that was being swung around with a sense of great speed and control. The wielder of the attacking sword was none other than Yoshimitsu.
When Kunimitsu regained her footing, she found herself balancing on the back of a stone gargoyle that was reaching out over the edge of the rooftop. Kunimitsu was familiar enough with Yoshimitsu's ways to know that he would never attack her when she was at risk of falling to her death. Just as Kunimitsu had predicted, Yoshimitsu, instead of charging at her, lowered his weapon and tried to persuade her to safety.
"Kunimitsu!" he shouted over the roar of the cars, "Let us end this useless fighting. Do not do anything you'll regret. Please!" He reached his free hand out to her. "Surrender and I will help you."
'Fool,' thought Kunimitsu, 'I have no intention of surrendering.'
As she prepared to attack, a burst of darkness suddenly appeared behind her. Yoshimitsu was shocked at the sight, but he was even more surprised to see that Kunimitsu hadn't even noticed it. She seemed completely oblivious to the silent swirl of darkness that continued to blossom behind her. Without warning, out of the darkness emerged what looked like a horned demon. He was tall, with glowing red eyes and dark, purplish skin. His expression sent a slight chill down Yoshimitsu's spine, and the Manji Clan leader was certain that what he was looking at was a most malevolent Devil. The Devil let out bellowing laughter as his bright eyes continued to stare straight at Yoshimitsu.
"She cannot escape," began the Devil in a low, Earth-shaking voice, "from the hatred in her heart! You cannot save her!" The Devil punched through the stone gargoyle that the unaware Kunimitsu was balancing on, shattering it to pieces before disappearing into the dark shadow he had emerged from. Kunimitsu, now helpless, began to fall backwards along with the stone shards of the gargoyle.
Yoshimitsu ran to try to save his former clan member, but his motions became sluggish, as if he were moving in slow motion. He strained to reach for Kunimitsu's hand, but was too late. Then the whole world seemed to come crashing down as Yoshimitsu awoke from the nightmare.
"Kunimitsu!" he screamed, sitting up as he reached out for her. He sat still for a few seconds as his eyes focused to the darkness of his room, which the night had made to look unfamiliar. Yoshimitsu's eyes then went to his still-outstretched hand to see that he was shaking in a cold sweat. Feeling the false sense of realism from the nightmare being to fade away, he fell back onto his sleeping mat and stared up at the ceiling.
"That same dream again," Yoshimitsu said out loud, "She could not escape from the hatred that was in her heart, and it eventually consumed her…"
Yoshimitsu had been told that his cybernetic surgery had resulted in success, and for a long while, everything seemed to be going fine and he was well on his way to a full recovery. However, only months after Yoshimitsu had undergone his cybernetic transformation, had began to be haunted by the same recurring nightmare.
As Yoshimitsu continued to dwell on his dream, his thoughts shifted to Kunimitsu's possible whereabouts. She had been banished years ago, and the last time Yoshimitsu had seen her, she was a contestant in the King of Iron Fist Tournament 2, which took place almost 20 years ago. As he laid there, shifting slightly under the coarse blankets, he tried to think about what he would say to Kunimitsu if she did in fact return. The very thought of facing her, with all of her hatred and resentment, caused Yoshimitsu's brows to furrow and he simply turned over in his bed, trying to push the idea out of his mind. He could feel his body relax as sleep began to crawl over him, and the memories of Kunimitsu and their past together faded into the night.
The sunlight crept through the paper windows and the calls of birds echoed from outside as Dr. Bosconovich slowly walked down the hallway, causing the wooden floorboards to creak under his brown lab shoes. When he reached the door to Yoshimitsu's room, he softly rapped his knuckles on the wooden frame before slowly sliding the door open.
He found Yoshimitsu sitting in the middle of his sparse room. Quiet prayers could be heard emanating from the masked warrior as he meditated and chanted with his low, robotic voice. Not wanting to disturb his friend, Dr. Bosconovich began to slide the door shut, but stopped upon seeing Yoshimitsu rise to his feet and turn to face the elderly scientist.
"Are you alright?" asked the doctor in his old, warm voice, "I was told that you cried out in your sleep again."
At hearing this, Yoshimitsu let out a deep sigh and turned his attention to the blank wall.
"I had that same dream again. It's coming more frequently now, and I do not know what to make of it."
"At first," began Dr. Bosconovich, "I thought it was merely the effects the cybernetic transition had on you mind, and that it would go away eventually. But now… It must mean something."
Yoshimitsu merely nodded in reply and followed Dr. Bosconovich outside. With each step he took, his armor clanked and shifted about, almost as a signal of his arrival into each new room and hallway of the sprawling complex. When they were finally outside, the sounds of the armor were overtaken by the clamor of the Manji Clan base. There were people in every direction, and any unfamiliar spectator could easily mistake the bustle for a cluster of confusion. Sick people waited to be inspected and treated for their illnesses while women and children stood in long lines to receive their rations of food and water. At that moment, a storage truck pulled up and members of the Manji Clan began unloading supplies.
Upon seeing the physical product of his organization's moral purpose, Yoshimitsu quickly set aside any concern brought about from his nightmare and was just about to go to work overseeing each station when he heard a small voice call out to him.
"Mr. Yoshimitsu!" cheerfully shouted a young boy standing in line to be treated. The boy's name was Hakujitsu, and it suited him well. He seemed to light up a room whenever he smiled, and his never-ending enthusiasm consistently improved Yoshimitsu's mood. Hakujitsu broke into a run, giving up his place in line for a chance to talk to his hero.
"Good morning, Hakujitsu," greeted the Manji Clan leader as he tousled the boy's dark hair.
"Mr. Yoshimitsu" began Hakujitsu, seemingly excited, "The truck came with more food! Did you see? Now everyone can eat more instead of splitting everything in half."
Hakujitsu's words, as optimistic as they were, brought Yoshimitsu back to harsh reality. Supplies were extremely low, even with the arrival of the latest truck. Yoshimitsu was just glad to see that the unfavorable circumstances had not dampened Hakujitsu's spirit.
"Hakujitsu," began Dr. Bosconovich, "Where is your sister? I need to talk to her."
"Oh! She's still in the Southern Sector! I'll take you to her!" Hakujitsu snatched Dr. Bosconovich by the sleeve of his lab coat and proceeded to pull him in the direction of the Southern Sector, which housed the buildings where all the women and girls lived.
"Yoshimitsu," the doctor desperately called back, "Hiroyuki wanted to speak to you! He said it was very important!" The doctor then disappeared into the crowd of people.
Hiroyuki was a younger ninja who had been with the Manji Clan for well over half of his lifetime. His keen instincts and natural ability in stealth were nearly unparalleled, and so he fit well into the position of Yoshimitsu's right-hand man. Hiroyuki was also known for his great skill with throwing knives, seeming to control each small blade with unearthly precision and speed.
Yoshimitsu knew that Hiroyuki would be waiting for him in their conference room, which was where Yoshimitsu would often meet with foreign philanthropists and humanitarian aid workers. He wasted no time in heading back inside the central complex of the Manji Clan's mountain base, opting to cut through the expansive grounds as opposed to walking around to the opposite side. Besides, Yoshimitsu enjoyed quietly making his way though the winding hallways of the ancient structure, his home.
When Yoshimitsu finally arrived at the conference room, he found that Hiroyuki was already seated patiently at a long, low table. Hiroyuki, like many of the other Manji Clan members, was wearing plain ninja garb, complete with head scarf and mask. Only his throwing knives seemed to stick out of a crowd, shining in the faintest of light like glinting stars. Yoshimitsu quickly sat down at the head of the table, with Hiroyuki on his right side. Hiroyuki bowed to his leader and friend, and Yoshimitsu bowed back in reply.
"Master," began Hiroyuki, in an urgent voice, "Do you, if I may ask, remember the Black Pheasant Syndicate?" Yoshimitsu nodded, thinking back to what he could recall of the Black Pheasant Syndicate.
The Black Pheasants had once been one of the most powerful gangs in Japan, known for running prostitution, drug smuggling, and all sorts of foul crimes. Many people lost everything to the Black Pheasant Syndicate. When the Manji Clan got wind that some of the poor people living in the nearby slums had fallen victim to the Black Pheasants, they immediately set up plans to do what they do best: steal. The job was fairly easy, and the people were overjoyed when the Manji came to them with their once lost money.
Yoshimitsu remembered that their campaign against the Black Pheasants occurred when Kunimitsu was still a member of the Manji Clan, before he had forced her to flee. Had it really been that long ago?
"Well, Master," continued Hiroyuki, pondering about Yoshimitsu's silence, "They remember us as well. I have been informed that they are still holding a grudge against us." Hiroyuki smirked. "They want their money back, and they say that if we don't comply, they warn that we will pay dearly for it. Obviously they believe that they have been wronged and want their revenge."
"The Manji Clan merely relieved them of the burden of carrying jaded money," said Yoshimitsu matter-of-factly, "We will not bestow to them what had never been theirs to begin with, yet I do not wish for a violent conflict. What say you, my friend?"
"It is very important," Hiroyuki answered with a stern voice, "that they do not find this place. If they do, our whole operation could be put at jeopardy, and innocent people could be hurt. We should take the fight elsewhere, if it comes to that."
"I agree," replied Yoshimitsu. He was grateful for Hiroyuki's wisdom, despite his age. "We shall hold a clan meeting at the temple in the forest tonight, so that we all may discuss the issue."
"As you wish," answered Hiroyuki, bowing in reply. He found solace in Yoshimitsu's confident words, preferring not to allow this new threat to distract him from his duties.
Yoshimitsu and Hiroyuki then rose and bowed to each other a final time, signaling the end of the meeting. The two of them then made their way out of the room and reemerged outside amongst the many refugees and aid stations, knowing full well that they had work to do. Yoshimitsu glanced up into the sky to see that the sun, with all of its burning glory, was already in its midday position. He had a long day ahead of him.
Yoshimitsu was standing in the open grounds of the forest temple. The forest temple, like many other buildings surrounding the Manji Clan complex, had been standing for hundreds of years. It was almost impossible to reach due to all the thick bramble and fallen logs of the labyrinthine forest. The only way to get there was to find the old path that had been laid down by monks of the ancient world. After that, it was a "walk in the park."
He had come an hour before the meeting was scheduled. Taking advantage of this rarity of solitude, Yoshimitsu gazed about at his surroundings. The burning torches flickered and made soft crackling sounds. The wind flew through the surrounding trees, causing the leaves to create a symphony of sound, and the moon cast a soft glow on everything its beams of light could touch. From all of that, Yoshimitsu suddenly picked out a very soft, yet distinct sound: the quick pitter-patter of cautious footsteps.
'It's coming from the roof,' thought Yoshimitsu. His eyes worked their way up to the roof of the temple, and his expert eyes quickly scanned the glowing outline on the green tiles. As Yoshimitsu continued scanned the roof's horizon, his sight stopped abruptly and he focused in on a distorted shape in the temples otherwise smoothly curved roof. He took a step closer and his cybernetic sight zoomed in on the shape, which revealed itself to be the figure of a person hunched over on the top of the temple. Yoshimitsu could then pick out the definite shape of two pointed ears as the figure rose, knowing very well that she had been discovered.
All kinds of shocked thoughts went zooming through Yoshimitsu's mind. He took a few steps back but didn't tear his gaze away for a second. The dark figure rose into a full silhouette, and as it rose, a quick gleam of moonlight was reflected off the shining surface of a long dagger. With that, Yoshimitsu was now certain the intruder's identity.
Kunimitsu stepped forward, revealing herself more clearly in the moonlight. The gust of wind blew her hair over her right shoulder as she slowly leaned forward before bolting into a sprint down the roof of the temple, her dagger bared. Kunimitsu then made the dangerous leap off of the temple roof, and Yoshimitsu drew his sword quickly, preparing for the inevitable onslaught.
Kunimitsu stopped right in front of Yoshimitsu, her slender legs bending expertly to disperse the shock of her landing, and she immediately began executing numerous attacks while shouting out in a gruffly feminine voice. Kunimitsu's slashes were so fast that they were almost invisible. However, Yoshimitsu's skill- not to mention his cybernetic eyes- allowed him to block every single attack with his sword. Each clanking sound signaled a blocked attack, and there were many of them. This caused Kunimitsu to become frustrated, and in her temporary lapse, Yoshimitsu caught one last attack and pushed her back.
"Kunimitsu! Why have you returned?" asked Yoshimitsu in a demanding voice. It was all he could seem to say, and he couldn't help but remember how he had often wondered what words he would choose to present to Kunimitsu if she had ever returned. The fact of the matter, however, was that Kunimitsu had returned, and it didn't really matter what he said to her. She wasn't here to talk to him.
Kunimitsu replied with a shout and lunged at Yoshimitsu, who dodged the attack with a back flip, leaving Kunimitsu to charge again with frustration and attack him using a horizontal slash. Yoshimitsu performed a quick backbend and came back up with an upward slash, which Kunimitsu dodged by spinning to the side. The two fighters then went through a chain of attacks, dodges, and parries until Kunimitsu surprised Yoshimitsu with a swift kick to the side. Yoshimitsu buckled under the brute force and fell backwards. Kunimitsu seized the opportunity and came upon him with her dagger at his throat. She reveled in seeing him, the object of her hatred, so vulnerably stunned and sprawled out underneath her. Kunimitsu, anxious for victory was just about to finish him off before hesitating just in time to notice that Yoshimitsu had also held his sword at her own throat.
They had reached a deadly stalemate. An uncomfortable silence loomed around them, and all they could hear was each other's staggered breaths. Just then, the sound of the Manji Clan making their way through the path reached their alert ears. Kunimitsu could feel her body begin to succumb to panic as her heart began to race. She kept shooting quick glances towards the source of the sound- the opening in the forest wall where the path reached the clearing- and then back to Yoshimitsu.
'Kill him!' screamed a voice inside of her, 'Kill him now! Take his wretched life before it's too late!'
'What if I were killed as well?' Kunimitsu thought, knowing very well that if she didn't act fast, she'd have to face the entire Manji Clan.
Yoshimitsu, tense from their battle, could sense Kunimitsu's self-conflict in her hesitation. Already he was beginning to doubt her resolve, and he knew it was now or never.
"Kunimitsu, please, listen. You don't-"
"This is not over!" Kunimitsu suddenly interrupted in a shout, her teeth clenched in anger, "It will never be over!"
"Master!" cried out Hiroyuki as he and the rest of the Manji Clan came upon the sight. He quickly took up one of his throwing knives in his expert hand and hurled it at Kunimitsu. Kunimitsu, however, was too quick for Hiroyuki. She swept a lithe arm up and seemed to disappear in its wake, leaving behind a faint plume of smoke. The knife flew past its target point and embedded itself straight into the trunk of a tree.
The rest of the Manji Clan rushed to attend to Yoshimitsu, who climbed to his feet and turned to face them. The Manji Clan's collective voices echoed questions of concern as they knelt before their leader. They eyes were all on him, awaiting his instructions.
"You two," began Hiroyuki, addressing the two closest Manji ninja, "Spread out and find her! She can't be too far." As the two young clan members leapt to their feet and took off, Hiroyuki rushed to Yoshimitsu's side.
"Who was that, Master?" asked Hiroyuki, his voice laden with distress.
"She is back…" Yoshimitsu replied calmly, almost with disbelief of his own words, "Kunimitsu has returned to kill me."
Author's Note: So anyway, that's chapter one. I've found that Yoshimitsu is one of the hardest Tekken characters to write about as a main protagonist, since so little is known about him. Kunimitsu disappeared from the games quite suddenly, so I thought it would be interesting to write a fanfic about what would happen if she ever came back. Keep in mind that this is my first work of fanfiction, so any reviews or constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated! Thanks!