Author's notes: This story is mostly based on Tekken 4 and the currently (2004) released information on Tekken 5 and its characters. Though some infos were taken from Tekken Official, some situations, events and characters are all fanmade. Rated G
Disclaimer: Kazuya Mishima, Jin Kazama, Asuka Kazama, Heihachi Mishima, Ling Xiaoyu, Jun Kazama, Feng Wei and all Tekken characters referred in this fanfic are the property of NAMCO. This is only a fan fiction from the imagination of an obsessed fan. No copyright infringement intended.
Chapter 1: Death
The culmination of the fourth Iron Fist Tournament...
Kazuya Mishima staggered up and stared at the gaping hole in the roof from which Jin Kazama had flown through. A cold draft blew inside the wrecked temple, causing strands of his rich, dark hair to flow along its wake. The red of his left eye glimmered with anger and frustration. He had failed. He had failed yet again to retrieve the one thing he needed most: his son's blood; the mixed gene.
Kazuya cursed at himself. Dr. Larne had warned him before that if he got too close to Jin, Devil's other half, it would be impossible to control that wretched spirit living inside of him. For the last twenty years, he had been successful at controlling his alter ego and had managed to become the dominant personality between the two. But now, things were turning out to be more complicated than expected. How was he to retrieve the gene if he can't even get close to the source without losing his mind?
A man groaned. Kazuya turned his narrow eyes at his father and glared at him hatefully. How was it that this old man could still manage to foil all his plans?! It was Heihachi Mishima, after all, who stole G Corporation's data on the Devil gene and that of Jin Kazama's mixed gene. It was Heihachi Mishima who lured Jin away from Brisbane, Australia, where Kazuya would've been able to take what he needed easily and without further complications.
Kazuya stood up as slowly as Heihachi. Jin had been stronger than both of them expected and Kazuya knew it's because of the combination of his son's genes. Even as he prepared himself for another attempt to kill his father, his thoughts lingered on someone else...someone other than Jin Kazama; someone, who now had the same blood as his son.
"What are you looking at, fool?!" Heihachi muttered, moving his huge palm over his bald head to rid it of sweat. He had been close to death in the hands of his grandson. If not for that strange flash of white that distracted him, Jin would surely have killed his grandfather. Though Heihachi hated to admit it, he had been terrified of the prospect of dying. He can't die...not now that he was nearing the completion of his quest for power.
"You're pathetic!" Heihachi yelled, still groaning from pain. "I thought you had gotten better in the years! You can't even get rid of that boy! So much for your power over my science!"
"You should talk! He defeated you too, didn't he?!" Kazuya spat.
"Ah..." the old man nodded. "Back to Kazuya again, aren't we? Interesting..."
Kazuya stood to his full height, his massive yet scarred body glistening under the moonlight. The black feathers from Jin Kazama's wings continued to fall around the two men, continuing their descent towards the debris littered upon the once spotless floor of Honmaru temple.
A small glimmer of white caught Kazuya's attention. Amongst the blanket of dust, debris and black feathers, was a single, shiny white feather. Kazuya closed his eyes, knowing very well what it meant. For a moment, it seemed he was in an eerie sense of peace but when he rested his eyes upon his father, they were burning with hatred.
"Plan to kill me again, eh, son?" Heihachi sneered. "You tried that more than once and even with Devil's power at your side, you still can't and will never defeat me!"
"We'll just see about that, old man!" Kazuya fumed, assuming his fighting stance. This time, no one was going to stand in his way. It was time for Heihachi to die in his hands like he should have all those years ago.
But it wasn't meant to be. Not that night.
Several large, heavy objects rained down from the roof. The pale illumination from the moon as well as the temple's torches revealed them to be several Jack 4 models.
"You plan to kill me with the aid of these scrap metals, Kazuya?" Heihachi Mishima turned to his son but was surprised to see a shocked expression on Kazuya's face. No. Clearly, whoever sent these robots, it wasn't him.
And indeed, it wasn't. After regaining his composure, Kazuya took on his fighting stance again although this time, he was far angrier than he had ever been.
"G Corporation!" Kazuya thought, rage flowing through his veins when he recognized the models. "So...they plan to take me out too?!"
It confused him. Kazuya had helped the corporation after all, in their research involving his Devil gene. He had subjected his body to their experiments. He had done even more, providing them with a new specimen and new research data to work on, all for a small price: the one thing only the corporation could provide. He and the corporation had made excellent partners throughout the years. They were so close to their goals. How could they betray him now?!
Then, it hit him. And oddly enough, he found the answer in Jin.
Venting with a new rage, Kazuya attacked the robots, hitting them with everything he got to the point of breaking their strong, metal armors. Heihachi too, was fighting the Jack 4s as best he could but it seems his battle with his grandson had weakened him.
More robots rained down upon them. Too many for even two of the greatest fighters in the world. But Kazuya knew many things that his father didn't. Before Heihachi could react, Kazuya had thrown him in the fix, leaving him to be surrounded by several Jack 4s. With one last smile of satisfaction, Kazuya transforms into a devil-like creature and escapes Honmaru Temple.
Heihachi struggled to break free but the Jack 4s put a firm grip on him, making escape impossible. One particular robot moved in front of him, its face suddenly opening to reveal a time bomb.
"What the--?!"
A loud explosion rocketed through the night, sending shockwaves throughout the area. As the once glorious temple burst into flames, a large black man with an x-shaped scar across his face watched the spectacle silently. He moved his hand over a device in his ear and pressed a button.
"Heihachi Mishima...is dead..."
Chapter 2