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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
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: It’s the first day of Akira and her friends starting the new high school, Mishima High School, owned by Heihachi Mishima, and today, she thinks her mind is playing tricks on her…

Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken but I do own my OCs and plot. If you steal, be prepared to suffer. I do not own Skype either.

Chapter Warnings: Slight sadness and happiness.

Notes: OK, this chapter is a bit shorter than the first one but I decided to put more detail into when Akira was reunited with Jin again than her first day at high school. They’re not always the best days =]. Also, Rinko Kikuchi is an Oscar-nominee Japanese actress who’s great! She’s been in the world news quite a few times, mainly in 2008. Look her up!

Hope you enjoy! Reviews are always good for me, whether they’re good or bad!

Extra Notes: I’ve had to edit this chapter and chapter 1 a lot which is why it’s late. Sorry!

Chapter 3 – Best Friends will up soon hopefully!

A Tekken Story: Through the Years

Can miles truly separate us from friends? If we want to be with someone we love, aren’t we already there?

Richard Bach

Chapter 2 - Reunited

“Akira!”

I opened my eyes and once again looked at the forest I was once in before it was different…it was lush green, no damaged trees or displaced roots sticking out of the ground. It was a healthy forest again, completed with the cloudless, bright blue sky. It was as if all the damaged was reversed, as if Ogre had never chased after as, as if the fire had never started.

“Akira!”

The voice called me again, a familiar voice…

“Akira, there you are!”

I turned to the direction the voice came from and saw Jin looking at me, unharmed, smiling and happy.

“Jin!”

My mouth grew into a mile-wide smile and ran at him, my arms stretched out broadly.

As I closer and closer to Jin, I noticed a shadow looming over that slowly got closer and closer too, but he didn’t seem to notice.

A bad feeling swirled in my body and then shivers ran up my spine when I saw what the shadow was.

Toshin!

“Jin, watch out!”

He frowned at me and slowly turned to look behind him but it was too late.

The sound of flesh ripping and a gasp.

“JIN!”

His chocolate-brown eyes were wide but were still, sweat slipped down his forehead and rolled down his cheeks, dripping off his face.

His face…

His face was still, like his eyes, but was masked pale white, almost a ghostly white.

I stopped dead in tracks and froze, my eyes matching Jin’s with shock, my mouth quivering with fear as I looked at Jin’s body.

He stood normally, though his legs were shaking with effort, but Ogre hands had smashed through Jin’s torso, straight through so I saw its clenched fist on the other side. Blood flowed freely from his wound, sliding down his torso and staining his legs and pooled on the floor under his feet. Blood trickled from his mouth and down his chin.

“Aki…Akira…Aki…ra,”

Ogre slid his arm out of Jin and watched him collapse on the floor. Blood continued to lap from his body to cover him with a puddle of his own blood.

“Jin?”

“Aki…ra,”

“Oh, Jin…no…,”

“Akira!”

“JIN!”

But then I woke up, sat up straight, soaked with a thin sheet of sweat, panting and clutching my chest as if Toshin had wounded me too. My face crumpled and I let the tears flood freely, hugging myself tightly.

I had that dream every night for six months.

I’ll never forget the next few days after I was rescued. I didn’t go to school the next day, but Ryo and my best friend Sakura kept calling, but I declined to talk to them. Mom and Dad still went to work as usual and Hana when to day-care as usual so I searched the forest for Jin and his mother by myself. I searched for long hours, but no evidence came to light about where they were and where they had gone.

As if they vanished.

I searched for days, but I stopped after two weeks.

I returned to school the week after, my black eye still remaining. Of course Sakura and Ryo were worried about me, but I never uttered a word about what happened, even when rumours went around school saying that my parents secretly beat me or that I was a bad, complicated teenager.

I still have a scar on my eyebrow where that monster hit me.

And Dad still went to England, despite my and Hana’s protests.

I refused to speak to him in the last two weeks before he left. I still went to the airport to see him off with Mom and Hana.

I caved in after he started to walk away toward his plane and wrapped my arms around him tightly.

“Please don’t go, Daddy,”

He still went anyway.

He’d call us once a week but wrote to us three or four times a week and came to visit us when it was one of our birthdays or Mom and Dad’s wedding anniversary or a special holiday.

But the time apart seemed to do my parents good. Mom missed him like crazy and when he visited she seemed happier than ever.

I knew it would blow over.

Almost after nearly a year of living here, I was starting my first day of high school. It was hard saying goodbye to all the teachers I liked, even though I’d only started a few months before at Shinjuku Middle School.

I had passed my entrance exams and was starting at Mishima High School, a new high school to Shinjuku.

That where I live: Shinjuku. It’s a massive city in Tōkyō, with massive skyscraper buildings and busy economies developing. It’s a great city to start a business.

Mishima High School was owned by a company called the Mishima Zaibatsu, which was run by a fighter, Mishima Heihachi. He had carried out come evil deeds in the past but he now stated he was starting a clean slate.

Somehow, I wasn’t convinced.

Still, I was glad because I was starting this new school with most of friends from Shinjuku Middle School, expect for Matsuno Vanji, who had plans to work at her mother’s dress shop and become her apprentice.

I stood infront of my full-length mirror, dressed in my new school uniform, clutching my new duffle bag.

I much preferred my old school uniform. It was mainly red, with a white shirt and a red ribbon to wound around your collar and a red pleated skirt and white loose socks with black slip-on shoes.

Now I was wearing a short sleeved white and dark blue shirt with a matching bow tied at the front with the school insignia on her left shoulder, a blue and orange checkered skirt, long white ankle socks and brown lace-ups with a black duffle bag.

Not something I would usually go for. I mean, blue, green and orange don’t go together, do they?

Still, when I asked Mom to shorten my shirt, which had come down to about my ankles, she used the leftover material to modify my school uniform with matching gloves and I traded my shoes for blue and orange checkered Conserve trainers. I’m sure the teachers won’t mind me taking matters into my own hands.

Dad opened my bedroom door and watched me stand infront of the mirror in my new uniform, thinking I couldn’t see him smiling proudly at me. I insisted on being here today to make sure my first day went OK.

I lifted my eyebrow up an inch and put my hands on my hips,” Dad, you’re supposed to sneak up your daughter like that,”

“I wasn’t sneaking; I was…acting the father figure,”

I giggled as he walked up to me and laid his hand on my shoulder.

“You look so grown-up…,”

I smiled and looked at the mirror-reflection Dad.

“It own seemed like yesterday that you were a baby…me teaching you how to fight…travelling with me..,”

“Oh, Dad,” I sighed and turned to him properly.

“You’ll always be my little girl,” he pulled me close and hugged my tightly, even though my chin reaches his shoulder,” I’m so proud of you, Akira-chan,”

I pulled my arms around him too, frightened to let go and see him disappear back to England again,” Thank-you, Daddy,”

“My, my!” Mom said as I twirled downstairs, Dad not far behind me,” Don’t you look grown-up?”

“I just said that to her,” Dad said as he walked over to her so they could both look at me properly.

Hana too looked at me,” You’re so lucky, onee-chan! I have to start a new term at that Shinjuku Elementary,” She pulled a face and stood up,” I can’t wait to be grown-up and start high school!”

Mom couldn’t help but laugh at her as Dad wound his arm around her,” I don’t think I cope with one grown-up daughter, let alone two!”

Dad sighed and tilted his head at me,” Fifteen already…,”

“That’s scary! She hits sixteen in December!”

“I remember when I was sixteen…,”

“Of course you do! That’s when you met and fell in love with Mom!”

Both my parents laughed at me,” That’s right, that’s right!” Mom said, waving her hand at me,” C’mon, I’ll take a picture of you in your new uniform!”

I waved my hands in front of face, trying to cover myself up,” Don’t! I hate photos!”

All three of them laughed at me, causing me to laugh and to cooperate to the photo. As soon as it was done, I kissed and bid everyone goodbye and headed out to school.

I had to walk to school myself that morning because Ryo had spent the holidays visiting his relatives and watching league football and baseball matches with his Dad and older brother, Takeji-onii-chan, and Ryo was arriving at school until first period started. Sakura, unfortunately, lived six blocks away in a grand house and her father drives her to school on his way to work, so I was stuck with myself on the journey to my new high school. I managed to follow Mom’s directions and got to the main gates in no time. I had to remind myself not to get up so early from now on.

I looked up at one of the most tallest and widest school buildings in my life simply seated in the middle of the courtyard. I swivelled my head to survey everything around me: plenty of space around, with trees and fields, and, of course, a huge gold statue of none other than himself, the principle, Heihachi Mishima. I couldn’t help but struggle to burst out laughing, so I smiled strongly instead to keep it all in. I gazed around the other students, trying to distract myself, and gasped when I laid eyes on one of the students.

His hair was onyx black and spiked in an unusual fashion, spiked at the back with long bangs covering his eyes. He was well toned, obvious to the fact that he must work out or something, his skin a nice tanned colour. He had deep, dark brown eyes, a beautiful shade of rich chocolate. He was wearing the school uniform, a white shirt underneath a blue jumper with the sleeves rolled up, red gloves strapped to his hands, blue and orange checkered trousers and brown lace-ups.

No way…

He was facing the building, his left side of his face in the line of my sight, holding a piece of paper in his right hand and a duffle bag held in his left.

He looked back and forth between the paper and building before giving up and turning around to walk back out of the school.

That’s when he saw me.

Jin…?

His eyes enlarge as I stared back at him but he stood rooted to the spot.

Almost half a year later and I…

I dropped my duffle bag to floor, my heart pounding against my chest.

“…Jin?” I said his name in an almost whisper. After nearly a year later, I never dared to say his name out loud.

He carried on staring at me, his mouth now slightly agape, but he merely nodded.

I gasped, covering my mouth with both my hands as tears spiked my eyes.

I can’t believe it…

“Is that…really you…Jin?” I slowly removed my hands from my mouth,” Really, Jin?”

The world seemed to have stopped. The Earth stopped spinning, every bird was paused in mid-flight in the sky, every tree stuck in swaying one way, all students and teachers just faded in the background.

“Jin?”

A pause.

“Jin?”

My voice rose louder and louder as I chanted his name, as if he couldn’t hear me, like I had echoed for days on end after the accident.

“Jin, please, is that really you?”

“Akira…,”

The spiky tears slipped from eyes and oozed down my cheeks, staining my face like always as I ran towards him.

“Jin!”

“Akira!”

I hugged him so tightly when I reached him, hoping I wasn’t dreaming or imagining this like before. The cotton of his jumper felt soft under the palms of my hands and I breathed in his Earthy-rich scent. This was no dream. I buried my head into his shoulder and cried harder. Jin hushed me and gently rubbed my back.

Funny, looking back to when I found him again, that before I somehow always felt that Jin was still alive and well. I never stopped believing, despite no-one believing in me.

I continued to cry tears of nearly a year of worrying and believing as relief swept over me, glad to see Jin again.

The tears of sadness soon turned into tears of happiness.

“I’m so glad to see you,” I whispered into his shoulder.

“Me too,” he said, soothing my hair.

Feeling babyish and sure that all the students were gawking at us, I stepped back and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.

“Ah, here,” Jin set his book bag down and fumbled around in it until he pulled out a cream-white handkerchief and handed it to me.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, drying my eyes.

I folded it and tried to give it back but he shook his head. I let go of the breath I realised I was holding and smiled,” I’m really glad you’re OK,”

“Me too. I searched for you everywhere, but…,”

I frowned,” So did I, but I couldn’t find you either. It was like you’d vanished or something…,”

He threw me a sad but confused look and I tugged my mouth into a smile to cheer him up.

“Still, and least you’re safe…and you’re mom too. Oh yeah!” I jumped, realising I had nearly forgotten about Jin’s mom,” I’m glad she’s OK too! Is she here? Did she take you to school?” I asked, my head surveying the courtyard again, seeking out a get a quick peep of his mother, if she was still around.

Jin gave no reply but his face said everything as looked down at the floor, his face full of sadness.

Like a dummy, I realised it.

His mother didn’t make it…

“Oh Jin, I’m so sorry,”

His grip on his bag handle tightened and his jaw clenched fiercely, but he remained quiet. The bell rang and students run into the building in great herds, stomping and rushing away like elephants. Jin lingered, as if he was trapped to the spot in the courtyard. I watched the last few students hustle into school before turning back to Jin. He refused to move, his teeth grinding together behind his mouth, his gloved hand squeaking as his grip tightened again. I grabbed his arm and tugged.

“C’mon Jin, we’ll be late,”

He closed his eyes, like he was blocking something out, maybe me, and walked away and towards the school, my hand sliding down and off his arm and watched him pass me. I picked up my bag and ran after him as he pushed the double doors open and entered the school and walked behind.

It was much bigger than any other of my schools I went to. The corridors were wide and endless, like a maze, with gleaming silver lockers bundled together against the murky sea-green painted walls. Above, posters where pinned on the walls and displays waiting for students work to be pinned to them.

“Wow, it’s so big!” I muttered under my breath.

I looked at Jin who was walking almost aimlessly but he seemed to know where he was going.

“Do you need to go to the Principle?”

He lifted his head though I was sure his eyes were still closed,” There’s no need,” he replied in a cold voice.

I couldn’t help but feel that he was very angry, angry at me.

“Why’s that?”

“My Grandfather is the owner of this school,”

“What?! You’re serious?!”

No reply, just walking aimlessly but knowingly.

“You have to be joking! You’re the grandson of Mishima Heihachi?”

No reply. I sighed and gave up on that matter.

“Who’s you’re teacher?”

“Ms. Kimura,”

“No way! She’s mine too!”

Jin simply grunted at me and maintained his silent knowing walking. I was starting to annoy myself too, I sounded like an irritating and aggravating child, and Jin was treating me like one.

I considered us friends before…but I don’t know…

I kept my mouth firmly shut and followed Jin to our form room, neither of us uttering a word to eachother on the way there.

“Ah, there are our two missing students!” Ms. Kimura smiled at us as we entered the classroom,” It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Oshimaki and Mr. Kazama,”

I hate it when teachers refer you to Ms and Mr; I mean, we’re only teenage students, not mindless business people.

Despite that I smiled and bow politely,” It’s nice to meet you too, Ms. Kimura,”

She smiled back at me. She looked nice with her light brown hair scarped up in a massy bun, black-framed glasses hitched on her small nose, very light brown eyes. Her face looked young but her clothes made her middle-aged looking. She wore a frumpy midnight-blue dress, making her look slightly fat, that hid her feet.

“Quickly take a seat and we’ll begin introductions,”

I quickly scanned the room and spotted Sakura right away. It’s not hard to spot Sakura in a crowded place. She’s very beautiful with oval-shaped face framed by her shoulder length wavy golden-brown hair (obviously dyed) and intense dark brown, almost black, eyes with a light bronze skin tone. In a way, she looks like a mini Rinko Kikuchi (who’s one of the greatest Japanese actresses around!). She breezes into places and acts like she owns the world. She comes from a rich family, her father Tokimune, is a ship builder and her mother, Shizuka, is a famous model. That’s the only bad thing about Sakura: she’s spoilt at home so she expects the same treatment from everyone else and when she doesn’t; her spiteful mouth comes out with all sorts of hurtful taunts and sarcasm. Still, she’s a good laugh and we have fun.

She waves me over and pats the desk next to her, obviously saving it for me.

“Hey!” She greets me excitedly, a bright smile on her face.

“Hey!” My voice equals her excitement as I sit down.

“So, how were your holidays?”

“OK, for the most part, expect missing Dad and Ryo. You?”

“So-so. Mainly shopping with Mom and Lekki,”

Lekki is Sakura’s older cousin who goes to this school as well. She’s just as glamorous as Sakura and Shizuka.

She starts tugging at her skirt and leans over to me,” I hate this school uniform, don’t you?”

“Don’t exactly something I’d wear everyday,”

She looked behind her, making sure the coast was clear and leaned closer to me so she was whispering in my ear,” Ne, who’s that boy you walked in with?”

“He’s an fr…,” I stopped myself before I said the wrong words. I frowned and angrily crossed my arms over my chest,” He’s a jerk,”

“How can he be a jerk when he’s such a cutie,” She smiled intentionally;” You’re not cheating on Ryo, are you?”

“Of course not!”

“Just checking, just checking!”

I sighed and leaned my chin in my cupped hand,” I suppose…I considered him a friend, but…,”

“Why, what did he do to you?”

I shook my head. Sakura looked behind again and looked back at me,” Well, he obviously considers you to be his friend. He’s sitting behind you,”

“Wh-?!”

I grasped the back of my chair and spun myself round and met his chocolate-brown eyes and his weary smile.

How did I react?

I simply turned back round and spoke to Sakura until the bell went, completely ignoring him.

That didn’t stop him follow me. Well, us. Luckily, Sakura was in my first class of the day, Art with Mrs. Maeda, so we stumbled around, totally clueless, weaving inbetween hastening students and late teachers, reading maps uselessly. Jin wandered behind us, though students didn’t bump into him, he seem to have a way to make students clear a path for him.

I finally had enough and turned around,” Why are you following us?”

Jin raised an eyebrow at me but wearily smiled again,” Are you lost?”

He was taunting me for sure with that raised eyebrow and almost cocky-weary smile, one hand on his hip and the other clasping his books to his side.

“I don’t need your help,”

He seized my arm to pull me towards him and looked at me sorrowfully, “I’m sorry about earlier, it’s just talking about Mother…,” he stopped and dropped his graze to the floor, his jaw clenching again.

My foul mood seeped out and was replaced by understanding and misery,” It’s OK, and I understand too. It’s hard to talk about dead loved ones,”

He looked back up at me and smiled and kindly released his hold on my arm,” So, friends again?”

I smiled and bumped my fist again his,” Friends,”

“Hey, Akira! Come on, we’ll be late! You don’t want to be late again!”

Nag, nag, nag…

“Where are you heading?”

“Mrs. Maeda’s art room,”

“Ah,” He turned to his left in the four-way corridor and pointed down the path,” Just follow that corridor, turn right and it’s the third door on your right,”

I increased my confusing frown and looked up at him, my eyebrow raised,” How do you know that?”

He smiled and lowered his arm,” My Grandfather showed my the interior design for this place and I memorised the blocks and rooms,”

He’s one weird kid…

I shook my head,” So, what have you got?”

“Gym, with Coach Matsumoto,”

“Hey, Akira!”

I turned to Sakura impatiently,” Alright, I’m coming!”

But Sakura wasn’t calling me. She was looking at me but her finger was pointed by the double doors of the entrance. I followed her gaze and saw a hand wave at me and a mile-wide grin.

“Hey, Akira!”

I smiled and gasped as I turned,” Ryo!”

I ran towards the boy with spiky black hair and chubby cheeks and hugged him tightly like I hadn’t seen him for years, not months.

“Hey, hey! You’re acting like you have seen me since Kindergarten! I missed you too!”

He lifted me off my feet and squeezed me tighter, getting as close as he could get.

“I missed you so much, Akira-chan,”

“I missed you too!”

“Yeah, but I missed you more!”

“No way, I did!”

“No, I did!

“Lies!”

“It’s the truth!”

“C’mon, let’s not start that game again,”

I often played this game with Mom too, arguing about which one of us loved eachother more. Of course, no-one won because I often closed the argument.

He eased me onto my feet and smiled cockily,” I always win though,”

I smiled and looked up at his face. He was more tanned than usual, thanks to the American sunshine, and he had gelled his hair the way I liked it, all spiked at the front and flat at the back.

“I got you a present. But it’ll have to wait until lunch-time,”

I nodded,” I’m glad you had a good trip,”

“Honestly Akira,” he said as he put his fingers through mine and lead me back towards Jin,” If Dad thought I was good at baseball and football, you have seen the American league guys! They were so amazing!”

Ryo’s a sports star, he was the captain of the Shinjuku Middle School’s baseball and football team and he often plays soccer from time to time. Needless to say, I doubt he won’t become the captains of baseball and football for this school too.

I’m not surprised that Ryo’s a jock, despite his image. His father, Kinnosuke, is the football coach at Hana’s Elementary school and his older brother, Takeji, was also the football captain at Chuo University. He didn’t go to high school after he graduated from middle school and when straight to university.

My parents aren’t much into sports, unlike me. But in Chūō-ku, Ōsaka, where I’m from, I was the captain of the girls’ baseball, basketball and soccer team at middle school. I was a high performer in Rhythmic Gymnastics and Dance. I didn’t really the point of joining any clubs at Shinjuku Middle School because I only had one semester when I joined. Maybe I’ll join some clubs here.

“Akira?”

I hadn’t realised that Ryo had walked me to my classroom and had spoken about his trip in my daze.

I laughed and shook my head,” Sorry, I was thinking,”

He frowned in concern and leaned down to whisper in my ear,” Are you still having those nightmares?”

Ryo was the only person I told about the nightmare, no-one else, though I had to alter them a bit. Instead of Toshin harming Jin, it was me.

I shook my head,” I have, but…

“Has your dad gone back to England?”

“No, he goes back next week,”

“Why are you in a daze then?”

I honestly didn’t know. Ever since I moved here, my imagination seemed to run free and take over me, letting time escape from me.

I shrugged. Ryo sighed but smiled at me.

“Well, better get to class. You don’t want to be late again,”

Sakura…

He kissed the top of my head and waved at Sakura.

“What’s your first class?”

“Gym, with Coach Matsumoto,”

“Oh!” I said in surprise and turned to Jin, who was standing a few paces from us,” Jin has Gym with Coach Matsumoto,”

Ryo followed my gaze to Jin and smiled friendly at him,” Cool. C’mon I’ll walk with you,” He walked up to him and shook his hand,” I’m Ryo,”

Jin smiled and shook his hand back, “Jin,”

I waved them both off, watching them walk down the hallway together, Ryo nattering away while Jin listened and entered my classroom.

The first day on high school flew by. I had some great classes and most my friends were my classes, so I was glad. I was also happy that Jin made friends with Ryo, though Sakura didn’t seem too keen on him. I’m sure she’ll warm up to him.

When the final bell rang, we said goodbye to Sakura at the gates and me, Ryo and Jin waked home. I did wonder where Jin lived now, but Ryo was talking non-stop to him that I could get a word in edgeways.

I suppose it’s because he’s hung out with girls most of his school days.

Ryo and Sakura have known eachother since Kindergarten, when Ryo accidently dropped his toy fire truck on Sakura’s head. She howled for hours and hours and he felt so guilty that he became her friend. They stayed friends through elementary and middle school and hung out together most of the time. Until Jin, when I became friends with Sakura, it was me, her and Ryo.

I was glad it was the four of us now, Three’s kinda awkward.

When Ryo (finally) paused for breath, I asked Jin where he lived. Turns out he lives just across the street from me.

We said goodbye to Ryo next. He kissed me and said he’d phone me later or we’d chat on Skype or something. He gave Jin his contact details earlier and said that he would speak to him too. He waved and disappeared into his house.

So it was just me and Jin. We fell into conversation easily, talking about video games and books, but steering it out of the way so it avoided about what happened in October.

We finally stopped at the corner of my street.

I sighed,” This is me then,”

Jin nodded,” Doubtless Ryo will join us all for a four-way conversation or something,”

I giggled and shook my head at his foolishness,” I’m sorry about him. It’s just that Ryo’s been Sakura best friend since Kindergarten, so he doesn’t have many male friends, apart from the jocks,”

Jin laughed,” I don’t mind. It’s nice to start afresh,”

I turned my head as a soft breeze lifted,” Yeah,”

Change…Lots of things are going to change…

I peered at Jin and then at the street opposite,” Which one’s your house?”

Jin turned and pointed straight ahead,” There,”

“There?! You’re not serious?!”

Jin was pointing to the massive traditional Japanese white mansion enclosed by endless gardens and trees and a big wrought iron gate at the front, with a long row of steps leading to (I guess, because I couldn’t see it) the main entrance to the house. There was a massive car park with many expensive and shiny cars laid side by side parked on the gravel and water features decorating the exterior. Despite it’s surrounding open areas, the building itself didn’t have many windows, which had blinds thrown across. Probably for privacy, I guess. It was at least three floors tall with levelled balconies, much taller than Sakura’s home. She was going to be pissed about that.

“Are you playing some sort of joke on me?”

Jin turned back to me and shook his head, smiling,” No. My Grandfather’s very rich. He owns his own company aswell as the high school,”

“Amazing…,”

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow! Bye!” He was already running across the road and waving back at me.

“Bye!” I waved back and waited until he disappeared to turn and walk to my house.

“I’m home!” I called as I dumped my bag in the genkan and set my shoes side by side.

“How was your first day at high school?” Dad called from the living room.

I walked across the genkan and headed for the kitchen to grab a snack. I was surprised to find that Mom or Hana weren’t there.

“Where’s Mom and Hana?” I asked as I entered the living room, nibbling at some leftover dumplings.

“Hana ripped her new dress so mom went out to buy her a new one,” He closed the newspaper he was reading and folded it neatly beside him. I crossed the room and perched on the foot rest infront of him.

“So, how was it? Your first day?”

“Good. I have some nice teachers and some good lessons. Sakura and Ryo are in most of my classes,”

“Good, good,” Dad nodded,” I think you’ll prefer high school to all your other schools,”

I nodded and swallowed the reminder of my dumpling harder than I usually did. I frowned as I stared at the wall.

“Are you OK?”

I suppose that was my time to tell Dad that Kazama Jin was real and that he turned up at my new high school after six months of worry and despair, but I didn’t.

Mishima Heihachi…Kazama Jin…Mishima High School…Mishima Zaibatsu…It’s all connected somehow…

“Dad, is the Principle of Mishima High School the same Mishima Heihachi, the fighter?”

Dad smiled cheerfully. He liked speaking about the King of Iron Fist Tournaments.

Only two had happened and he brought tickets to see both of them. He also got Mom to tape them on the TV. He said that live fighting was much better than sitting in your living room and watching it on TV. He keeps the tapes and tickets hidden in a box under his bed. We usually watch them once or twice every few months.

He nodded vigorously,” That’s right! That’s why I wanted you to go to that high school,”

“Dad, does Mr. Mishima have any kids?”

Dad sat up on the couch and thought hard, rubbing his hand over his jaw,” I believe he did have a son, but his wife died not long after he was born and he adopted another boy not too long afterwards,”

“What happened to his real son?”

Dad frowned at me as if I was stupid,” Don’t you remember? His son, Mishima Kazuya, stole the Zaibatsu from him when he won the first tournament,”

“Did Kazuya have any kids?”

Dad shrugged,” I don’t know. When he announced the second tournament, some say he was romantic linked to this WWWC officer, Kazama Jun, I think her name was, but…I don’t know, Kazuya doesn’t really seem like the type to get married or get romantically involved with a girl and have a child,”

Kazama Jun?...Wait, Kazama…NO WAY!...Jun and Jin…Kazama…Jin is the son of Jun! That’s why I recognized that stance before! She’s a practiser of the Kazama Style Classic Martial Arts! That’s how Jin’s related to Heihachi! Jin’s the son of Kazama Jun and Mishima Kazuya!

“No way…,” I whispered.

Dad frowned and slanted his head at me,” What?”

I shook my head,” Nothing!” I jumped off the foot rest and darted upstairs to my bedroom,” I have homework! Bye!”

No way…Jin’s the son of two fighters!

The nightmare that haunted me for six months never returned to me after that day.
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A Tekken Story: Through the Years - Volume I