Revivalby Cherry Gale
Chapter One: The Beginning
"'An alliance between the Mishima coorperation was
annouced a few days ago to the public. Almost nearly a year
after the third King of the Iron Fist Tournament was held,
the coorperation has decided to split approximately half of
its immense wealth and respected power to the rightful heir
of the Mishima bloodline, Kazuya Mishima. Thought to be dead
ever since the end of the second King of the Iron Fist
Tournament, the coorperation's president's, Heihachi
Mishima, estranged son has returned. There are no known
facts of his disapearance or his sudden presence. In any
case, this bonding of father and son will truly lead the
coorperation to the rightful direction that not only the
country of Japan, but the world as well will be thankful
for.'"
"What a bunch of bull," a silver-haired man tossed the
newspaper aside with a disaproving scowl.
'I wonder how much Father or Kazuya paid that annoying
journalist to write this crap. All this 'bonding' will lead
to is destruction.'
Lee Chaolan brushed his careless, platinum bangs from his
calm eyes and attended to the papers. Now that the Mishima
coorperation had two presidents, it would be even more
difficult than it was in the past to keep up with important
documents and folders. This was only the start.
"Hmph! Father and son bonding, my ass! What the hell are
those reporters thinking?!"
"Shhhh! Mr. Phoenix, I'm trying to watch the news!"
"You would be mad too if you were back in the old days,
kid! People getting killed for no damn good reason, illegal
smuggling, secret wars breakin' out between countries, and
it was all because of who?! That damned Mishima coorperation
and no one else!!!"
The young man glared at his middle-aged friend with an
agitated look in his eyes that were so similar to his
father's. "Will you calm down?!"
The man with blonde, swept hair continued on with his
rambling. "And that bastard Kazuya Mishima!! He hasn't aged
one goddamned bit!!! What do I have to show nineteen years
after--"
"FORREST!!!"
"Now you've gone and done it!!"
A Chinese man with aged features and stern eyes nearly
shot through the door with an annoyed frown. He glared at
his son, who was aware of what his father was capable of
when his temper gets the best of him.
"What are you slacking for?! You have to get back to
work!"
"Yes, Dad," was the plain reply and Forrest immediately
left the room to help his mother cook. His father, however,
directed his attention to his friend.
"Paul, what are you shouting at?! The customers could hear
you and some of them even left the restaurant!"
Paul Phoenix only scoffed. "You really need to lay back
once in a while you know? It's not healthy for old men to be
so high-strung, unless you wanna get a heart attack."
"Old...man?! Are you talking about me?!"
"Who else, Pops?"
"You're no spring chicken yourself either, you idiot! And
besides, I still can kick your ass, old or not!!"
"Other than Junior?" Paul barked back.
"My wife and I named him Forrest!"
"See what I mean? You're too strict, especially on your
son. Let the kid cut loose once in a while, y'know? A little
beer, smoking, and partying all night never hurt anybody."
"Look what it did to you. Besides, I don't want MY son to
be a foul-mouthed, reckless punk!!"
"I'm sorry, I forgot: he's already doomed to become a
stiff like you!"
Marshall Law was fed up of his friend's talk. He clenched
both of his fists and grabbed Paul by his hair. The
American's face twisted in pain as his friend trapped him in
a secure healock. He tried to thrash his way out of
Marshall's hold, only to feel it grow tighter.
"Had enough?"
"Nuh uh!" Paul managed to force out of his throat. "Is
that ...all...you got, Marshall?! Heh...guess you...get
weaker when you start to...age!!"
"You're no exception," Marshall said as he released Paul.
His blonde friend effortlessly cracked his neck and grinned
menancingly at Marshall.
"You can't even take a joke," he said, and a sharp jab to
the shoulder was his friend's reply.
"That man..." Eyes that shined with hate examined the
television set through long, crimson hair.
"The bastard looks just like him..." The young Korean said
out loud while watching the news. What had gotten his
attention was the picture of the addition to the Mishima
Zaibatsu and the supposed father of a man that the Korean
had hated with everything in his heart.
'But Master Baek told me that he had died a long time ago,
after the second Iron Fist tournament that he himself had
attended. He said that Kazuya Mishima was thrown into a
volcano by his own father. How can it be possible that he is
alive?'
A nice, cool breeze floated through the open window, and
the Korean could feel it combing through his hair. It was
just what he needed to relax from his earlier training
session. He shut off the television set and laid back on his
bed.
'What ever happened to him?' Hwoarang stared up at his
ceiling while his thoughts wondered carelessly in his mind.
He was referring to his despised rival, of course. A boy not
a year older than himself that had come from the Land of the
Rising Sun. He could remember his features clearly without
leaving out any detail whatsoever.
Brown eyes that displayed both innocence and solemness.
Black hair slicked back to an unsual widow's peak. A
muscular build that was common among fighters. But the one
detail about that boy stood out to Hwoarang more than
anything else. His fighting skills. He has never in his life
seen such strength in any of the opponents that he fought
and defeated. That boy possessed unspeakable power that was
beyond human. Hwoarang had tried to match his own skills
with that boy's, but could not. He was just too strong.
There was only one time that he recalled himself being that
boy's equal, and that was the first time he had fought him.
Hwoarang could not, and still cannot, accept the fact that
he was surpassed by anyone. The fight had resulted in a
draw, and that made him realize his worst fear that he kept
hidden from his friends and even from his own teacher. That
day had made him realize the limit of his own power, the
fear of knowing someone else had matched up to his potential
wheras nobody else could. That Japanese boy...Jin Kazama...
After that, he trained everyday when he wasn't eating or
sleeping. He worked hard trying to polish his skills and
figure out the mistakes that he had made in hopes of
challenging Jin Kazama again. After several hard months, his
opportunity had finally arrived in a simple envelope.
However, what it contained inside was anything but casual.
It was his ticket to the third King of the Iron Fist
tournament: the gathering of the strongest fighters from
around the globe that had wished to show the world the
strength they had possessed by surviving against each other.
Jin Kazama was sure to be there. There was no question about
it, since he was the grandson of the man who founded the
tournament.
And yet all of his training was in vain. His wish was
fufilled when a match was to be held between him and Jin
Kazama. He was much stronger than last time, his skill was
more defined, and his speed was unimaginable. But Hwoarang
was able to defend himself for a while, blocking his
executed moves and trying to search for an area where his
opponent had left himself open. After what seemed like an
eternity had went by, Hwoarang could not go on. And the most
fatal mistake he had made was that he had let his opponent
realize that. Jin Kazama himself had also tire after their
long, continous battle. That was when he decided to finish
it and defeat him. After the tournament had ended, he had
disappeared without a trace. Hwoarang has still been
training ever since, determined to defeat his arch rival.
'I will get you next time, Kazama, I'm not through with
you yet. And I'll beat your daddy too...'
"No!! It isn't true!!"
A Japanese boy trembled with both fear and anger as the
newspaper he had held in his hand fell to the ground.
"I don't believe in any of it!! He can't be alive, he just
can't be!!" He was now shaking, and his knees gave way to
the ground like the newspaper had done. Both of his hands
clasped onto his hair agonizingly as the boy tried to keep
his grasp on his sanity. He looked back at the picture of
the man who had claimed to be the one that was once the
former president of the Mishima coorperation, and now was
announced alive when he was supposed to be dead.
"No..." he seethed through clenched teeth. "He is not my
father. He is an imposter..." he stood up from the dirty
ground of the dark alley and inhaled sharply to catch his
breath. He then stared back at the clipping of Kazuya
Mishima and stamped his foot right onto the picture, causing
the paper to writhe and crumble beneath his heel.
"I will find out for myself." He left the shadows of the
alley and stepped into the neon lights of the city, leaving
the newspaper as it was.
"Sorry I'm late, Panda. My math teacher gave me detention
again," Ling Xiayou smiled at her giant pet as it rolled a
colorful ball around.
"She's such an old hag. I wish math wasn't so complicated
with all those numbers and formulas..." she shivered at the
very thought of mathematics, but to her surprise, Panda kept
on playing.
"Hey! Aren't you listening to me?!" Panda seemed like she
didn't even hear the Chinese girl, and Xiayou rolled her
eyes.
"That's all you've been doing. Eat, play, sleep. Eat,
play, sleep. You don't even pay attention to me anymore!
Ever since you saw that other bear--" A thought stuck Xiayou
suddenly and she stared back at her pet. Panda was just
rolling that stupid ball of hers around as if she was...sad?
No, it looked more like loneliness...
"Ah ha! I know why you're acting that way!" Xiayou stuck
her tongue out at the panda bear. "You're in love with
Kuma!!"
Panda stopped playing at the mention of the name, and her
head shot up. Xiayou smiled, adoring the fact that her cute,
but enourmous, pet was fond of another animal.
"Panda's got a boyfriend! Panda's got a boyfriend!" she
shouted, jumping up and down and marching around the
love-struck panda bear, who didn't mind her hyper friend.
"Okay, just a few more adjustments..." Jane typed in the
numerous codes into the computer that the gigantic robot was
linked up to.
"Access denied? Oh...I'll try this password, then..." She
copied the other set of codes as her fingers rapidly pressed
buttons on her typewriter. After a few minutes, the robotic
monstrosity's eyes blinked red and there was a slight twitch
in its massive hand.
"There we go!" Jane exclaimed happily as her friend came
to life.
"Person identifed: Jane. No enemy within range." It
responded coldy.
"Jack, you remember me!" Despite Jane's exitement, the
robot remained emotionless like a lifeless heap of
machinery.
"...Jack, don't you remember me?" Jane asked, fearing that
the robot might have been void of its feelings, even though
she had just brought it to life. "It's me...Jane! I'm your
friend, Jack!"
"Jane...is...friend?"
"Yes, I'm your friend, Jack! Oh, I'm so happy that your
memory is back!!"
"I have...missed you."
'All that inputting paid off!' Jane thought as she climbed
on the shoulder of the machine's enormous arm. They both
walked out of the empty warehouse to greet the sun as it
rose from the mountains.
"Kazuya Mishima is alive?!" Lei Wulong nearly choked on
his coffee. He looked hard at the picture of the new
president of the Mishima coorperation, but still could not
believe his eyes.
"Yes, I was surprised as well," his boss replied.
"But how can that be?! The guy was supposed to be dead
nineteen years ago!"
"I don't know how it happened, but he's all over the news
and the media is having a field day."
"Are you sure that it isn't a con artist, or something?"
"How many people do you think would have such a precise
resemblance to that man?"
Lei thought, and realized his stupidity. It was impossible
for someone to have the exact appearance to a particular
person, unless they were related by blood, but Kazuya
Mishima had no other siblings besides his foster brother Lee
Chaolan. Besides, who else would have the same, bizarre hair
style?
"Good point."
"The reason why I called you in is because of the Mishima
coorperation's past when it was owned by Kazuya Mishima. I
assume that I don't need to give you a summary of it."
"No, you don't," Lei responded. He already knew: secretive
murders, illegal smuggling of goods, blackmailing,
kidnapping...
'The list goes on.' He thought, reflecting on the crimes
of the coorperation.
"For that reason, I want you to investigate the actions of
the coorperation that revolve around Kazuya Mishima, and if
necessary, his father too."
"So you don't buy that crap about the whole 'father and
son bonding' either?"
"Not only that. I don't believe that this sudden alliance
will lead to a bright future for the residents of Japan or
the rest of the world."
"...all right, then. When do you want me to leave for
Japan?"
"We are still trying to book a flight for you, Lei. So
until futher notice, keep on your toes. Dismissed."
Lei nodded his head and left his boss's office. He closed
the door behind him and entered into the workplace of the
Hong Kong Police Department. Patient employees rushed to
answer phone calls of urgency or some of them attended to
important paperwork.
Lei made his way to his desk where clutters of folders and
papers welcomed him. He set his cup next to his desk lamp.
Unfortunately, he had forgotten that it was still half-full
of coffee. When he reached for a pen that was scattered
among some of his paperwork, his hand accidentally tipped
the cup over. Hot coffee spilled all over his desk, and the
paperwork would've been ruined if Lei hadn't gathered it all
in his arms a split second before it had absorbed the
steaming liquid.
"Dammit!" Lei cursed outloud as coffee dripped from the
edge of his desk. He set his paperwork aside and went to the
lobby to grab a few paper towels.
Just as he spotted what he needed to clean the mess up, a
few of his fellow employees started chuckling. Lei had
noticed them, and looked down at his shirt. There was a big
coffee stain right on it. He glared at the employees as he
took some paper towels and immediately started to use one of
them to help clean the stain.
'One of the papers must've had coffee on it...' Lei
thought scornfully as he cleaned his desk. When he was
finished, he plopped into his chair and began reading a
status report that dealed with the background of a certain
criminal who was now jailed because of attempted murder.
But he spaced out while in the middle of reading it,
reflecting on the disturbing information that he had learned
from his boss. He remembered seeing the photograph of Kazuya
Mishima, a man that he thought was to be dead.
'What does all this mean? How can he still be living after
nineteen years without any sign of aging? But if he is
alive...'
Lei looked up from the report, completely drawn to the
possibility that someone else that he knew might be alive as
well.
'Does that mean she is also...?'
Deep brown eyes looked back at her from the refelction
that laid out before her. She sighed as her hand dipped
within the cool waters of the lake and the reflection became
distorted. Ripples casted among the crystal surface, but it
wasn't from only her hand.
Her sigh slowly turned to a sob and she clasped her over
hand over her mouth to hush herself, so that her misery
would not break the serenity of the forest. But she did not
stop the hot tears from streaming down her face. The soft
wind tried to comfort her while it played with the strands
of her dark hair.
'How did I come back to life? Everything around me seems
so strange and frightening, everything but this place...'
Jun looked at the majestic trees that surrounded her and the
sleeping lake that welcomed the sun's rays.
'There was someone else that gave me comfort...but I don't
know where he is...my son...'
'It's been so long, I know it. What is he doing now? I bet
he looks just like his father...' Jun's crying now started
to cease at the memory of her lover.
'Such cold eyes...but all that changed. He really had a
kind soul within him, he just didn't want anyone to know.
Then...why did he let me see that?'
Jun stepped into the water, the cold sensation enveloping
her feet and causing goosebumps on her skin. But the sun's
warmth embraced her as she closed her eyes and savored the
peace of her sanctuary of solitude.
'I want to see Jin again...I want to hold him in my arms,
just like I did when he was little...and I want to find
Kazuya.'
"Lee!" The deep voice beckoned from the door of the office
that contained none other than Kazuya Mishima himself.
The silver-haired man came in the spacious room, his
boss's back facing at him as he looked out upon the huge
metropolis that was the city of Tokyo.
"You called me, Mishima-sama?" Lee answered meekly, tired
from staying up nearly all night working his late shift.
"I need you to do something for me."
'What else is new?' Lee thought, as he rubbed his sleepy
eyes.
"What do you need done?" he said, trying to hold back from
yawning.
"I want you to find Jun Kazama."
That woke Lee up right away. His eyes widened and his jaw
nearly dropped.
"W-what?" he stammered.
"You heard me. Go and get any information reagarding her,
and find her," Kazuya calmly repeated.
"But Jun Kazama has been dead for nearly four years!! She
was murdered in the Yakushima Mountain--" Lee was
interrupted when Kazuya whirled around and his hand reached
across his desk to wrap itself around the secreatary's neck.
Lee gasped for air as Kazuya tightened his grip.
"Don't question my purpose. Now go and do as I say," he
threatened, his merciless eyes staring back at Lee. He let
his neck slip from his hand as he landed back on the ground,
trying to breathe. He then left, afraid of what his brother
might be going through since he had just asked Lee to look
for someone that had already died.
Kazuya scoffed arrogantly as Lee scampered immediately out
of his office, and turned back to the view of the city.
Multi-colored lights glowed back at him, indicating that the
city was still alive even at night.
'I don't care what that spineless bastard says. Jun is
alive, and I know it.' Kazuya could feel his heart ache
slightly at the mention of the name. But he forced it to
stop and concentrate on his other objective.
'I didn't come back to this world just to find Jun. I also
have to attend to the matter of our son...'
'He lost it. He really has lost it.' Lee thought back at
his brother's troubling words, and what was more disturbing
about them was the confident tone of Kazuya's voice when he
nearly demanded him to find a woman who was, and Lee was
very sure of this, is still dead.
'First he comes out of nowhere, reclaiming his position as
the president of the coorperation, and now he wants me to
find a corpse. Just what the hell does he want me to do?!
Should I start digging up all the bodies in the cemetary?'
Lee chided himself for that thought, knowing that not even
a single trace of Jun Kazama's body was found after the
night of her murder. He had heard it himself from the mouth
of her very own son.
'Jin...' Lee remembered the pain swirling in his nephew's
eyes whenever he had told him about the killing of his dear
mother, and how much he had tried to hold back crying when
he had said that he had heard her scream right before he had
lost his conscoiusness.
'The poor kid. He never wanted anyone to see him cry,
especially his grandfather. He didn't want to be thought of
as weak...just like Kazuya.'
Lee compared his nephew with his older brother, and
couldn't help but remember how much they had looked alike.
Both had the same, unruly hairstyle, the same frown, the
same laugh...but there were many other things different
about Jin and Kazuya that had separated one from the other.
Kazuya's childhood was literally a nightmare for him. He
was always beaten up by their father, and Lee didn't forget
that ugly scar that Kazuya had unfortunately received as a
child the day when Heihachi had thrown him off of a high
cliff. Lee thought sometimes that it would have been better
for Kazuya if he had died, because the abuse he had suffered
grew more severe each day he had aged. Heihachi was a
horrible father, never saying a simple word of kindness or
fondness to his own flesh and blood. Lee wouldn't be
suprised if his cruelness was the reason that Kazuya shut
out everyone and everything in his life.
Jin, on the other hand, was not raised the same way his
father was. He never had to endure the agony that he did,
because he was raised by his mother; a kind woman who would
never raise a hand at her son. Jin grew up in the Yakushima
Mountains, surrounded by the countryside where he was free
to live the life of a normal child. He lived with Jun
Kazama, who gave him the parental affection that Kazuya had
never known or received. Jin matured to be a thoughtful,
sensitive young man because of his mother's love. He would
have been altered to a completely different person if he was
raised by his father. The possiblities scared Lee when he
thought about it.
'I wonder where he is right now? It's been so long since I
saw the kid...'
'Everything was going my way when I killed you, Kazuya. I
won over the trust of the whole world, something that you
could not do. I ruled the coorperation without anyone
suspecting my every move unlike you. Everything was going my
way...until I learned that you had a child.'
Heihachi Mishima was thinking bitterly to himself while he
sat against the leather seat of his personal limosuine. The
old man had succeeded a lot in his life, that was what
earned him the respect of nearly all of the countries around
the world by just a few mere promises of good being and
salvation. Heihachi had the people of the globe lingering
and hanging on to his every word of supposed sincerity, only
musing to himself of how foolish they were.
'Mankind does not listen and respect you by ruling them
with fear and money, Kazuya. Just a few words of kindness
and you have them in the palm of your hand. But you were
always so damned sure about your ego that you thought that
you had overcome your obstacles. That was why I threw you
into that volcano, to make you pay the price for your
arrogance. But I should not have been so confident either,
then I would not have been so suprised to see your son on my
doorstep fifteen years later.'
Heihachi recalled the time when an unexpected visitor was
at his door. His guards had told him about the young boy,
and Heihachi wouldn't have cared about the matter until he
heard that the child refused to leave his household. What
was even more intersting was when the guards had also
informed him that the boy had beaten up five of his best men
without breaking a sweat. Heihachi decided to have a look at
his visitor for himself, and he got the shock of his life
when his eyes met the boy.
His senses nearly gave out to what he saw. He remembered
immediately who this minor looked like: his very own son. He
examined him, and knew in an instant that he wasn't seeing
things. It really was the younger incarcination of the man
that had brought him both pain and humiliation in the past.
And seeing that boy re-kindled the flame of hate and loss
that he thought would stay asleep for the rest of his life.
"What is your name, boy?"
"My name is Jin Kazama, sir. I came from the Yakushima
Mountains in hopes that I could talk to you," Heihachi did
not forget the clarity in the stranger's boyish voice. And
he did not forget hearing the last name of the child either.
'Jun Kazama conceived a child?' He thought in wonder as he
remembered a Japanese woman who was much younger than
himself, but was only about six years younger in age than a
certain person he knew.
'Could it be a coeincidence?' He questioned, for wasn't
Jun Kazama the one whom his son considered to be his lover?
So...why is it that Jun might have slept with another man
and still keep her maiden name?
That was highly unlikey, even Heihachi himself had to
admit that the relationship between the two was deeper than
anyone else Kazuya had ever known. And Jun Kazama herself
was not that type of woman. But there was the other
possibility that was not near as unlikely as the other...
"May I ask who your parents are, Jin Kazama?"
"I...I am the son of Jun Kazama and Kazuya Mishima."
'Of course.' Heihachi confirmed the features of his young
visitor and was positive that he was looking at the son of
his own deceased kin.
'You have given me a grandson, Kazuya. Let us hope that he
is not the failure that you once were when your pathetic
self existed.'
Heihachi, after hearing what his grandson had to say,
agreed with him to take him under his wing and teach him the
art known as the Mishima Karate discipline. And Jin proved
to be anything else but a failure. In only four, short years
his grandson had mastered the fighting art with extreme ease
and toned skills. He was pratically a master of his own
blood's karate, he had even surpassed Heihachi himself.
There was a time every now and then when he realized Jin's
abilities as a fighter and had to say to himself that he
might be stronger than his father once was. Heihachi thought
this because of how compassionate and focused his grandson
was, whereas his son took his opponents for granted when he
had fought. The reason Jin was such an exceptional fighter
at such a young age was because he wasn't as cocky and
power-driven as Kazuya had been. However, Jin did have his
faults.
Heihachi knew that Jin was probably too compassionate. He
was an excellent fighter, however, his heart was weak. If he
were raised by Kazuya, or even Heihachi himself, he would
have truly lived up to the Mishima name. But he was raised
by the sympathetic chaste who was once his son's lover, and
Jin's will to fight can only be ignited by some pointless
sense of justice or protection of the weaker.
But that was not his only fault. Heihachi was aware of a
sinister and inhuman power that no one else but his son had
posessed, and he knew if it were to be unleashed, havoc
would have reigned. Kazuya had took advantage of this power,
and he was able to control it within him. But when he had
died and for some odd reason, his demonic spirit had
transfered to Jin, and he was not able to handle or accept
this power. His grandson was able to endure the difficult
strength of the 'blessing', or that was how Heihachi
considered it, that was passed on to each Mishima and his
offspring: the Dark Lightning...but he was not powerful
enough to take control of his father's ghastly power. And up
to this day, Heihachi was certain that Jin was still unable
to do so.
But once again, Heihachi was still doubtful of the extent
of his grandson's power. For he will learn just a few, short
months later just how dangerous and frightening the son of
Kazuya Mishima could be. For those reasons, Heihachi cursed
himself for being too thick headed as too delay the murder
of his grandson when he should have done it before the third
King of the Iron Fist tournament. Now, he knew Jin would be
looking for him to kill him this time, for he was completely
aware of his need for revenge.
'When you find me grandson, I will be ready for you. You
can count on that.' Heihachi then napped a bit to the soft
beat of raindrops splattering outside the car as it drove
through the dark streets.
