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A Tekken Story: Through the Years - Volume I	By : DarkRomancer Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 4725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter Summary: Akira decides to investigate further and discovers
something that she doesn�t quite understand.
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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.
Chapter Warnings:
Swearing.
Notes: At last, a shorter chapter! I know that it probably
doesn�t make a lot of sense atm but I promise it �
you just have to bear with me!
Extra Notes: I know it�s not my best written but I may go back a
make a few changes after I�ve dished out a few more chapters. Thanks to anyone
who�s still reading it!

Chapter 23 � Akira the Romantic?
will be up soon!
A Tekken Story: Through the
Years

I think the most artists create out of despair. The very
nature of creation is not a performing glory on the outside; it�s a painful,
difficult search within
Louise Nevelson

Chapter 22
� A Tragic Mind
I know what I said�but, I can�t go back now.
Ever since I stuck in
Heihachi�s office a week ago for Xiaoyu, I had told myself that I should stop
investigating the Mishima family � Jin had been straight with me from the
beginning�but somehow, I still felt there was more to the story. I was certain
Jin was lying to me or holding anything back�perhaps there was something he
didn�t know.
Perhaps Heihachi was keeping him in the dark about something.
And the connection with my
dream and the artist/writer I learnt about in European Literature�
Maybe it wasn�t coincidence.
I have to find out.

I had done a little bit more
computer research before I approached Mrs. Hayashi after my European Literature
lesson � Alexanderson Larsson had moved from Sweden to Japan when he was only
two months old and was due to display a project at the World Cultural Art
Museum here in Shinjuku, but with his death his girlfriend, Aichi Yoriko, turned the bottom level of their shared apartment
into a museum itself to display his work in his memory.
As everyone began packing up
their belongings from our European Literature lesson, I evacuated my chair and
desk and advanced to my teacher.
�Excuse me, Hayashi-sensei? I
was just wondering-,�
�Oh, Oshimaki-san, you must
want to know about that piece of writing you did in class. I finished marking
it yesterday-,�
�No sensei, that�s not why I
want to talk to you,�
�Then what is it?�
I gripped my fingers together,
�Well, do you remember that short story you read to us a while back in class? The story about the Devil and the Angel?�
�Yes,�
�I found the story really
interesting, so I did some researcher about the writer and I found out that he
has a museum or something nearby. Do you know where it is?�
�Oh, I�m so glad you enjoyed
it, Oshimaki-san!� Mrs. Hayashi clapped her hands together in delight, �Here,
I�ll write down the address of it for you,�
�Thank-you,
sensei. I appreciate it,�
I scowled. I haven�t been in this area since�well, when
Nanaya and his friends offer me drugs.
Luckily, I had decided to go
to the museum straight after school and the daylight definitely made this �bad�
neighbour look different. It was still plagued with beers cans, debris and ugly
weeds around the old, crumbling and mostly abandoned buildings, but the sun
that beat down on the region made it less dirty, less spooky. I still felt
uncomfortable about being around here, but nonetheless I knew I needed some
answers.
I didn�t have that dream for no reason. It�s all connected, somehow.
Following the directions
Hayashi-sensei had scrawled for me, I only got lost two times before I arrived
at the correct apartment building. It was cracked, dusty and old that loomed
over me and almost all of the other apartments surrounding it, but yet at the
same time, it didn�t seem as dark and mysterious as the other ones. I would be
lying if I said I didn�t feel a bit more relieved that this was the building.
I hesitated for a moment as I
refolded the piece of paper back into my bag. Am I really crazy? This sounds so stupid, really�but I can�t help it.
The Mishima�s are hiding something, and I want to find out what. I have to find
out what.
I prodded the buzzer and
paused until a sad, little voice responded.
�Hello?�
�Hi, my name is Oshimaki
Akira. This may sound strange, but I know that an artist use to reside here and
I also know he wrote a story about something I�m very interested in. May I come
up?�
�Why do you want to know about him?�
�Because�I think I was meant
to come here, for some reason. I know it sounds stupid, but I feel like I was
lead here by a dream or something,�
�A dream?�
�Yes. I had a strange dream
that I want to make sense of�I think it�s connected to the story of the Devil
and the Angel,�
A lengthy muteness came over
the speaker, so I assumed the woman simply ignored me in hopes I wouldn�t
return. I decided to respect her wishes and leave, but as I turned away, the
static buzzer rang again and a soft click came from the front doors. She had let me in.
Alright, let�s see if I really am crazy.
I entered the hallway,
complete with the marble checkerboard tiled floor, pale-yellow paint-flaking
walls and ancient wooden banisters, scaled up the steps and knocked on the
black door marked 7A. I didn�t have to wait long for Aichi to open the door a
few inches so she could peer through with one eye.
�Hi, it�s nice to meet you,� I
bowed and flashed her a sad-filled smile, �I�m Akira,�
Aichi�s visible eye widened a
little then blinked, �I�m Aichi�Alex�s girlfriend,�
�I�m very sorry to hear what
happened. You have my deepest condolences,�
�Thank-you. Please, come in,� she fully opened the door and let me
follow her inside.
Aichi was fairly small and
frail-looking. She had long, black hair that seemed unkempt and under her wide,
brown eyes were deep, almost grooved shadows that appeared very dark against
her extremely pale skin � she was practically as white as a sheet.
Can�t blame her, she�s just lost someone she loved so dearly.�
�Can I get you anything?�
I shook my head in polite
decline, �Thanks, but I�ll try not to take up too much of your time,�
�What can I help you with?�
�The story Larsson-san wrote�I
heard it in class when my sensei visited the museum, and I was just wondering
if you knew the inspiration behind it?�
Aichi sighed and lowered herself
onto a cushion chair, so I took one-half of the loveseat opposite her, �I�m not
really sure. He had been acting weird for the past couple of days before he
started writing that story � he barely slept or ate, he hardly said a word to
me�he just kept walking around the apartment like a zombie, just mumbling to
himself. Then he told me he had a dream about an Angel and a Devil so he stayed
up for two days straight to write that story,�
Larsson was having dreams too? �Did he say
what the dreams were about?�
�No, just that it was a �major
event in history� or something like that,�
A major event in history? Could the second King of Iron
Fist Tournament count as a major event in history? The way Jun and Kazuya met? �Did he mention any names? Who the dreams were about? Anything like that?�
��No,�
Damn it.
�Why are you asking about
Alex�s story?�
Don�t speak the complete truth. �I had a
dream about an angel and a devil too, but I think maybe our dreams aren�t
connected in the way I thought they were,�
�It was a strange time before
Alex had his dreams � he had just been fired from his job as a gallery tour and
he hadn�t been able to work on projects afterwards � like he had painter�s
block or something,�
�Wait, did he paint anything
in relation to the story?� Maybe this is
what I�m looking for.
�Yes, he did. After he wrote A Tainted Story of Love, he started a
project called the Fallen Angel Art
Collection,�
Fallen Angel? Maybe I right after all. Could the Mishimas
be fallen angels? �Do you mind if I see some of
his paintings?�
�No, of course
not. There�s a floor downstairs which a convert into a
little museum to display his work,�
So this is the museum Hayashi-sensei visited. �That would be great, thanks,�
�I tailed Aichi down a narrow set of steps
inside what I initially thought was a closet which disappeared down the main
level of the building and led into another secret level, hidden away. Aichi
allowed me to enter first and flipped on the light switch.
It was reduced in space
compared to the main room upstairs, probably because of all the painted
canvas�s dotted around � about thirteen in total.
�Larsson-san painted all of
these?� I asked in an incredulous tone, scanning the paintings one by one.
�Uh-huh. It painted them all
in the space of about five or six weeks,�
Aichi acted like tour guide as
she led me to each painting, detailing the history behind each piece. It turns
out that Larsson even gave each character that he had painted names � Jinpachirou, Kazukiyo, Junnosuke, Jinkurou, Akinaru, Anji and Denjiro. All of the thirteen paintings contained at least
one or more of the characters � Beginnings,
Family, Blood Ties, Good, Evil, Mother and Son, Sides, Jinkurou�s Angel, True Love?, Lovers or
Enemies?, Fate?, War and finally the unfinished piece Fallen Angel. Even though I didn�t let
it on as Aichi recounted the story behind each painting, I was amazed � despite
my doubting thoughts, I truly believed that my dream
of Jin had led to this place for a reason.
In a way, I didn�t believe it
was coincidence � sure, the names of these created characters sound extremely
similar to the names of the real people involved, but the characters even looked like them, even if they were
painted in a parallel way that Picasso painted during his African-influenced
period. Everyone was there � Jun, Kazuya, Jin, the angel and the devil, and
someone else I guessed was further generation of the Mishimas.
But there was one character that struck me as odd.
Akinaru. She looked
like me. The same dark hair, the same dark eyes, the same heart-shaped face
� everything! Were we the same person?
Had Larsson painted our fate?
Was I somehow a part of this too?
After Aichi-san finished the
tour, I decided to buy my own copy of A
Tainted Story of Love, as well as a copy of The Fallen Angel Collection that Aichi had compelled herself into a
book after Larsson passed away.
�Maybe you were right,� Aichi
commented as she handed me my new purchases, �Perhaps your dream was meant to
lead you here,�
I swiveled my gaze back to the
painting of True Love? where Jinkurou was settled in
tall, spiny tree, his grey feathered wings curled around him like a shield, his
eyes focused on Akinaru who was leaning against the
jarred�bark trunk, her eyes glued to the ground, a limp blood-red rose grasped
between her hands.
�Yeah, maybe you�re right,�
As I was about to say my
adieus and take my leave, something else caught my eye � four stone angels
spaced evenly apart on the shelf that were made of stone. They were all the
same height, had the same details of praying hands and spread wings but were
made of different stones. The first one was black, like the colour tar, but I
wasn�t sure what stone it was made out of. The next one was purely white � the
completed opposite of the one it was coupled with. The third one was a dusty
grey stone with red flecks and a carved strike across what I thought would be
its torso. The last one was pink, I�m guessing made out of rose quartz.
�Did Larsson-san make those
too?� I nodded up at the shelf.
�Yes, with his bare hands. He says�said that they represent four of the fallen angels. Kazukiyo, the black one � he represents the darkness
within. Junnosuke, the white one � she represents the
light and pure within the soul. Jinkurou, the grey
and red one � he represents the conflict of a tragic hero. And Akinaru, the pink one � she represents the love and
happiness contained within,�
Love? Do I�represent love?
�Thanks again for everything,
Aichi-san. I really appreciate your help,�
�No problem, glad I could
help. I�m sure Alexander would have loved to have met you,�
�I would have too. I�ll be
sure to visit every now and again,�
�Thank-you, I would like
that,�
I felt that I had learnt a lot
that day and I was certain the Mishima family was hiding something else. And
yet, somehow, I was a part of it too.
But now I was questioning
something else.
Were Jin and I�meant to be together?
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