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Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken but I do own my OCs and plot. If you steal, be prepared to suffer. I am also making no profit from this story what so ever.

Chapter List
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Chapter Summary: �A promise between a daughter and her father�it must
never be broken�no matter what the costs,�
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken but I do own my OCs and plot. If
you steal, be prepared to suffer.
Chapter Warnings: None really this time, again, apart from some
heart-shattering sorrow. Rating will go up after a few chapters or so.
Notes: I got my Playstation 3 at last! I brought Tekken
Hybrid, Tekken 6 (Limited Edition) and Street Fighter! Despite being a bit
limited, I love Tekken Hybrid and I�m getting on OK with Street Fighter X
Tekken (lots of button smashing) but still waiting on my Tekken 6. Yay!
Extra Notes: Exams are coming up, so this story maybe on temporally
hiatus. When I free time, I�ll write as much as I can!

Chapter 13 � A Change will up soon!
A
Tekken Story: Through the Years

Death
As a dark Shadow
Beckons his prey
Into the unknown
By a soft whisper
In the soul
Cindy Cheney

Chapter 12 � The Funeral

�Akira�,�
That voice, a soft, quiet voice was calling me�a child�s
voice�
�Akira? Are you awake?�
�Who�are you?� I asked, dazedly.
�I am the one your heart yearns for,�
I paused,� The shadow-boy?�
�Yes,�
�What are you�doing here?�
�You called for me,�
�I did?�
�Yes. You need me�in your time of need,�
�Dad-,� I couldn�t form the words, my throat felt too heavy.
�Just remember Akira � even though death, love is eternal,�
��I understand,�
�Your father will always be watching over you�as do I,�
�What�do you mean? Are you dead as well?�
�You will find out the answers you seek, Oshimaki Akira, but
all in good time,�
And just like that, my dream was
over.

Being the eldest Oshimaki child
meant that the burden of arranging Dad�s funeral had been passed onto me, with
a little bit of help from Taya. I had to choose the coffin, hire a priest,
decide where to hold the wake and the funeral, send out the invitations, all
while learning the correct funeral etiquette. It was exhausting but distracting
at the same time.
Day in, day out, Mom would just
lie in bed, interwoven with the duvet, her face expressionless and not
concerning herself by speaking to anyone.
Still, I was no better myself.
When I didn�t have to busy myself with funeral arrangements, it seemed like the
days were pointless, merging
into one another, as I stayed curled up in my bed, ever bothering to leave, not
eating, not drinking, not sleeping, not bothering to socialise with anyone, not
bothering to answer the consoling messages people had taken their time to write
and send me. My mind became fuzzy, riddled with reoccurring memories mingled
with terrifying hallucinations. My mind was playing tricks on me from
tiredness.
It was two weeks
later when we had to bury my father.
The wake took
place at home. Taya and Ienobu agreed to greet the guests who started arriving
at the table positioned at the entrance of our house, taking charge of the
registry book and collecting the koden. Me, Mom, Hana, Grandpa Rinji, Grandma
Sakurako and Auntie Junko were sitting in the washitsu room, were the family
alter and Dad�s open casket had been positioned, countless different flowers
were circled around Dad�s most up-to-date photo and piles of fruit stacked on
the tiers of the alter. More flowers and his favourite candy had been placed in
his casket, along with the items we had placed there before the wake (Mom had
made some of her and Dad�s favourite origami models she the night previously
while Hana tucked one of her older dolls under Dad�s arm and I put Dad�s old
shinai that he used when he was a highschooler beside his other arm). All we
could was watch as our closest friends and relatives walk in, sit down on the
cushions provided, bow, ring the alter bell and offer the burning incense and
their individual prayers to my father and to us.
I don�t know how,
but I could sense when Jin was coming � I just got this feeling as he advanced
the washitsu room so I glanced up to meet his dark eyes and sombre expression,
Mishima Heihachi behind him.
I heard my heart
pounding in my ears as he traversed the room.
After Jin and Heihachi completed
the ritual, they turned around to extend their condolences to us and left the
room.
I refused to watch Jin and his
grandfather walk out the room. I knew my heartbeat would just beat faster and
wilder, until it burst.
There was a slight interval until
the priest arrived after most people had paid their respects so I went around
checking up on the guests.
I found Steve first. He had flown
over to Japan to be here especially, even after I had tried to reason with him
that he had done enough back when I was in England, but he felt as if he owed
it to Dad, so I went through the ceremony formalities with him so he wouldn�t
make a fool of himself and disrespect anyone.
�How did I do?� he asked
apprehensively, soothing back his slicked hair.
I smiled reassuringly, patting
the back of his hand,� You did fine,�
�Good, I�m glad,� he smiled back.
�Akira-chan?� I turned around at
Mom�s calling. She placed her hand on my shoulder but kept her eyes on Steve,�
Would you care to introduce me?�
�Oh, sure. Mom, this is Steve
Fox, one of Dad�s students back in England. Steve, this is my mother,�
�It�s nice to meet you,� Steve
bowed politely (just as I had taught him) and took Mom�s outstretched hand when
she offered it to him.
�It is a pleasure to meet you too,
Steve,� she placed her hand on his shoulder as she shifted closer to him,
holding her stomach with her other hand. I�d been noticing she�d been doing
that a lot lately,� I just wanted to thank-you for being so kind to Akira-chan
when she came to England�and our time of need,�
�You�re very welcome, Mrs.
Oshimaki,�
Mom turned to me,� Well, I must
go and greet the other guests. You won�t forget to do that either, will you?� I
shook my head,� Good. I�ll see you around then,� she turned and walked through
the small crowd of people to across the room, to a man and a woman who stood
remotely away from everyone else. I didn�t recognise them, but they had the
same shape face, the same eyes, the same build. I figured they must have been
twins.
I faced Steve once they began
engaging in a conversation with Mom,� Will you be alright getting home later?�
He nodded again, his fingers
twiddling with the beads of the juzu I lent him earlier,� Don�t worry about me,
I�ll be fine,�
I drew him into a fierce hug,�
Thank-you�for everything you�ve done for us,�
I pulled myself away at arm�s
length, gave his shoulder a squeeze and drifted off towards the kitchen.
As soon as I reached the kitchen,
I leaned my hands palm down on the counter and let the tears that had been
stinging my eyes ever since the wake began to break and fall.
Why? I had been asking myself
that same question, over and over again, since I had to bring Dad back�Why him?
He had done nothing wrong in his life. Who would do this to him? It was just�so
tormenting, so hurtful, to not know the answers to the questions that I so
urgently wanted to know. My father had been alone when he died�and I wish I had
been there, to try to protect him at the very least�after all, didn�t I see it
that time?
I shook my head sternly, shaking
my thoughts away. No, I can�t think like that. Dad would be upset if I thought
like that�
I had to focus on Mom and Hana. I
was the eldest, therefore I now have to look out for them, protect them, care
for them, like Dad had done.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why him?! Why
my father?! The most important person in my life�?! Why was he taken so
abruptly from us like that?!
�Why?!� I hammered the table top
with my clenched fist, hot, streaming tears trickling down my face.
�Akira?�
That voice�Jin�s voice�I don�t want him to see me like this.
�What is it, Jin?� my voice
juddered from the lack of oxygen as I wiped the corner of my eyes with my
knuckles.
He didn�t say anything. He walked
over to me; I could hear his shoes clap against the floor. He was getting nearer.
Each footstep made my heart beat faster.
Please�don�t come near me�I don�t know if I can take it�
This shouldn�t be happening�
His large, powerful arms
stretched out and curled themselves around me, smashing my back against his
well-built chest. I could feel a heat of embarrassment spread across my cheeks
when he dipped his head lower, his nose buried in my shoulder.
�J-Jin, what are you doing?� I
stumbled with my words. I should�ve pulled away and shoved him for doing
something inappropriate, and probably could have, but I didn�t. Something about
holding me close to me made me feel�protected, but scared at the same time.
�I know what it�s like�to lose
someone you love with your whole heart,� his voice was low, almost a whisper.
It sounded�aggrieved.��
�Your�mother,� I turned slightly,
seeing him from the corner of my eye.
A pregnant pause,� Yes. That�s
why I just wanted you know�that I understand what you�re going through right
now,�
�Jin�,� I started but he forced
me to turn fully in his arms so I was facing him.
I flinched when I saw his hand
extend up, the pad of his thumb dabbing away my fallen tears,� Just know that
I�m here for you, and your family, if you need me,�
I sniffed,� T-Thank-you,�
�Akira? Where are you?�
Me and Jin jumped apart as Ryo
entered the kitchen, an empty plate in his hand. His small smile told me he was
completely obvious to what had just occurred between me and Jin.
What had occurred between us just
now?
�Just remember what I said,� Jin
said over his shoulder before he departed, nodding at Ryo as he passed him.
Ryo let go of the plate in the
sink,� Some of the food is running out. Is there anymore?�
�Yeah,� I speedily opened the
fridge and pulled out a few plates and bowls full of food I had prepared the
night before.
As me and Ryo returned back to
the wake, armed with more food, a small voice asked a guilty question in the
back of my head.
Why did it feel so right when Jin comforted me?
The priest arrived right on time,
so I brewed some green tea as Taya and Ienobu steered the guests into the
washitsu. The priest spoke to us briefly; comforting us with restful words,
allowing us to enlighten him with our greatest moments with Dad�it was
reflecting, peaceful insight.
Once everyone was allotted to a
cushion, we entered with the priest and sat at the front, closest to the alter
and casket. The reflective, peaceful feeling that had calmed my mind and heart
thawed as I moved into the washitsu, interchanging into a rigid, gloomy feeling
which made my body feel dense, weighting me down. I sat down with my head bent
forward to shield my grief from everyone else, expressionless and paying enough
attention, but withdrawn at the same time, consumed in my thoughts, even when
the priest signalled us as he read the sutra for us to, in hierarchical order, rise
and go to the incense urn, bow, offer incense, bow again and return to our
seats.
I
couldn�t help but wonder about the future as everyone else repeated the same
ritual and the priest finished reading the sutra. What are we going to do now?
With Dad gone, money was about to become even tighter than ever before. Mom
made good money, but still. And what about my training? Even though I had
completely learnt the Oshimaki
Style Traditional Martial Arts, I still needed someone to practise with. I
couldn�t trouble Hana, she was still too young.
We needed Dad here. Not just for money, but
we need him here�because he�s everything to us. Why?

�Akira-chan?�
�Yes, tou-chan?�
�Do you want me to tell you why I decided
to teach you how to fight?�
�Sure!�
�I will teach you how to fight, so you have
the skills to help the ones in need and to save the ones you love,�
�What do�you mean?�
�One day, I may not be here to protect you,
all of you�that�s why I want you to promise me something,�
�Of course, tou-chan,�
�I want you to promise me that if I ever
leave this world�you will fight for Mom and Hana-chan. You must protect them
with your whole heart. You are all the most precious people in the world to me,
that�s why�you must protect the ones you love the most,�
�I understand, tou-chan! I�ll do my best!�
�Thank-you, Akira-chan,�

Right there and
then, as the service ended and the visitors paid their respects to us, I made a
promise to Dad. I promised that no matter what, I would protect Mom, Hana,
everyone I love, with my whole heart, just I did when a little girl, too
inexperienced to truly understand what my father meant.
I promise, tou-chan.
Later that night, after everything had been
cleared away and the last of us left, we lit some lanterns and let them drift
into the nightfall. It was one of Dad�s many favourite customs to do when
someone had died.
�Before you let the lantern go, remember all the good memories you had
with the person who died and transfer them to the lantern, that way, when you
let it go, it will reach up to the Heavens, so that person will know how much
you treasured them,�
I promise, Father, that with all of my will,
my soul, my strength, my heart, I will protect those I hold dear. No matter
what.
�Um, I know Mom said you could sleep on the
futon in my room�,� I hesitated as Ryo lifted the blanket so he could
sleep,��but, could you�you know�share my bed?�
Ryo blinked dumbly at me. My cheeks flared
and I spun my head away from him.
�I-I just mean�I just don�t want to be alone right now,
so-mmpph,� I was unable to complete the rest of my sentence because Ryo�s mouth
was on mine.
I was immobilised
as he quickly and gently kissed me. When he pulled away, he dragged me into his
arms and threaded his fingers into my hair.
�Of course,� I
could feel his smile on my shoulder.
I unattached
myself from him and dived under the covers together, my body slotting in beside
his, his arm cradling me against him.
�Ryo?� I asked as
he switched off my lamp.
�Yeah?�
�Would it sound
weird if I said�that I don�t want tomorrow to happen�because it�s my last day
with Dad?�
Ryo bound himself
tighter around me.
�Of course not,�
The next day, it
was Dad�s funeral. His body was transported the local temple via a hearse, me,
Mom, Hana and the rest of our family trailed behind it and my uncle and male
cousins unloaded it and bared the coffin on their shoulders. Once again, like
at the wake, the priest began the service by reading from the sutra, and
partway through the service, the priest gave a signal so, hierarchically, each
family member could offer incense to the urn placed infront of the alter, then
draped a juzu over our hands, bow, take a pinch of the burnt incense to our
foreheads, repeating this three times, before bowing again and returning to our
seats. Once the priest had finished reading his passage of the sutra and all
the customaries had been performed, as the representative of the family, I
stood up and thanked the guests on behalf of the family for joining us,
followed by an emcee who read out letters from friends and family who couldn�t
be with us for the funeral. There was a final viewing, where the last flowers
were placed (I arranged a small decorated boutique of white lilies) and a kiss
on Dad�s marble stone-cold forehead.
This is the last time I�ll see him like
this��
He had to be taken away. That mixed feeling
of dread, sorrow, grief and heartbreak numbed my body and soul. I could feel it
inch closer to the surface of my skin as the pallbearers carried the casket
out.
�Wait!� I lurched forward, willing to run
after them if necessary.
Ryo clutched my arm, restraining me,� Stop
it! You have to let him go,�
Mom broke past us, sprinting out
of the room, so I pursued her. I chased her all the way to the bathroom. She
locked herself in a cubicle.
�Mom, are you alright?�
�No, I�m not,�
Was it saying goodbye to Dad? Or
knowing she may never see him again?
�What�s wrong?�
�I�m pregnant,�
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