Tekken Fan Fiction ❯ Even The Devil Cries ❯ Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

Jun made her way into the darkened arena in which she was doomed to fight. She was so cold; her gray button-up midriff and shorts did little to keep in her warmth. She looked at her surroundings, hoping to find something she could use to help defend herself during this seemingly impossible battle. The walls were high and very dark. The floor was ornamented with a giant crossed shape design in the center. It possessed red and yellow, burning colors within the cross, laced together with giant white and red carnations. Kazuya was the ever-lustful sinner. Jun longed to be out in the sun that she knew was beating down softly during this midday. She could feel the ever darkening evil encroach on what purity she had. The light that vibrated from her body was glooming every minute she stood in that room.

Her instincts pulled her attention to the shadows that lurked in the dark. She was no longer alone. Her body twisted slight to view where the heart of wickedness was coming from.

He emerged from the darkness like a demonic apparition. His body seemed to drip from the venom of the Dark Lord. How did this beautiful phantom allow himself to lose all control? His hair was raven black, and glistened like silk against the lit torches that surrounded the room. His skin was a creamy pale and so soft against the colors of his amethyst suit. His eyes were dark, menacing and cold, as they studied her. What did she expect? She was just another adversary against him. He stood in the center of the room, hands relaxed at his side. His head tilted slightly, contradicting her stance. She inhaled deeply and walked up to him, standing only a few feet away. Her breathing became forced, as her body seemed to shut down from the power that emitted from his soul.

"So, a woman has made it past all her adversaries. I am quite impressed," he replied softly.

"I'm not seeking your approval," she stated, seemingly annoyed at his arrogance.

"And I don't approve of many people, but you…"

"Why are you doing this?" she asked suddenly.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean," he replied, taken slightly aback by her interruption.

"This tournament…against your father. Why don't you let it go? Why don't you let your soul finally have rest?"

"My soul will be at rest once I defeat my father for good."

"You don't need it. You don't need that evil for you to be strong."

Kazuya was taken by surprise. How did she know of his dark spirit? Before Jun had any time to respond, Kazuya struck her face, angry at her knowledge. She stumbled back a few steps before regaining her balance. He was more skilled than he had ever led on. She regained composure and positioned herself in a fighting stance. She wasn't going to give into him easily. Kazuya swung at her and unleashed a series of storming kicks at different levels of her body. Her forearms felt as if they were being electrocuted as she blocked each fatal kick. He faked her out of a move and struck her down with a solid blow to her face and then a sweep kick knocking her to the ground. Her head hit the marble floor with a solid thud. Her vision blurred, but her instincts told her to move. She quickly rolled to the side, avoiding a painful `Tsunami Kick.' She quickly crouched and performed a `Triple Spin Kick,' hitting Kazuya at the back of the knee, forcing him to the ground. The other two kicks connected at his hip and his head.

He groaned slightly. He hadn't expected her to have that much power in her moves. Quickly ignoring the pain, he jumped back up. Jun rose soon after. Both were back to where they had started. To his surprise Jun attacked. She performed a solid `Three-Ring Circus;' her first punch succeeded, but the next two were blocked, her low kick connected with his knee, but her last punch was blocked. He smirked at her lack of consistency, but was caught unguarded as she finished the move off with her infamous `Scissor Kick,' both of which connected to his jaw. A shudder slid down her spine as she heard his neck snap and his teeth grind against themselves. Much to her dismay, her maneuvers were only enough to phase him for a moment. He jerked his neck to the side, popping what knots she had given him. He smiled demonically at her, sliding a bloodied tongue across his lips. She shook her head, unable to believe it. What evil would have given him the strength to be able to handle those moves? Was he really possessed by a devil?

The battle proceeded, each receiving blows and blocking to the best of their ability. Jun knew she wouldn't last much longer. She was tired and her pure spirit was losing its last strength. She focused all her psychic energy on one move, her `Double Lift Kick.' Both connected to Kazuya, knocking him to his knees. She landed perfectly, just as if she were a cat.

"I don't want to fight you Kazuya."

He shook his head. "Then what do you want?" he asked, raising his hands to show no defense.

"To free you from this evil…this hatred you have."

He laughed and shook his head again. Would she never give up? Nothing was said for a moment. He spit out a glob of blood, and wiped his mouth. Why did she want to help him so much? Did she feel it was her duty? Or did she honestly want to help him? He looked up at her. Her onyx eyes shined brightly against the fires of light that surrounded them. He inhaled deeply, surprised at the scent of cherry blossoms. It was she, and he'd know now that he would forever associate that scent with her. He did find himself drawn to her. Was it her purity that drew him in? He closed his eyes and sighed softly. She approached him cautiously, yet curiously. She knew he was capable of recovering quickly, yet he remained grounded. She stood near him, trying hard not to collapse next to him. The dark essence that surrounded him was almost too much for her weakened condition. She touched his shoulder gingerly.

"Please Kazuya? Let go of your detestation for Heihachi."

His eyes snapped open with a deep fire burning within them. The sound of that wretched name refueled his anger. He felt Jun's touch on his shoulder and his hand quickly took hold of her wrist. He stood up, almost laughing at the hope that was locked in her eyes. Her brushed some of her tangled black hair from her face.

"You see my innocent Jun Kazama…his destruction is the reason I live."

He tugged her close and performed his violent "Steel Petal Drop." His leg kicked forward, snapping her body back, before reversing, sending her body into the cold rigid floor. She cried out as she felt her skull crunch against the ground. Her eyes began to bleed blackness as her vision became distorted. In vain, she tried to get up. Her muscles shook frantically, fighting for the strength to rise. Her body screamed to just collapse then, but her mind fought hard. She couldn't meet defeat like this. She felt Kazuya grab her neck, lifting the rest of her petite body. She hung limply in his grasp; a small painful moan escaped her lips. Finally, her vision focused on him. His face held a mocking, yet pleading look. Could he have regrets?

"You cannot survive my `Lightning Godfist.' Forfeit now. I do not want to risk killing you," he whispered.

With what strength she had, she shook her head. "I am not going to give in to your requests. And I have not given up on you either. I know you can be saved," she whispered.

He tightened his grip, blocking her airflow. What was the matter with her? Was she trying to be his salvation? Hadn't she realized he was beyond forgiveness? He sold his soul in order to extract revenge on his father, and yet she, his unorthodoxed angel, was still trying to save him. He stared at her a moment longer, trying to see if her intentions were genuine. Her body became cold, and she was becoming a dead weight in his grip. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she passed out. He let her go, and her small body fell to the floor. He breathed in deeply, trying to remain in control. One of the men from the Tekkenshu stepped up to Kazuya.

"What happened sir?" he asked. "Is she dead?"

"No."

"I thought this tournament was for you to ki…remove the opposition permanently?"

"She does not deserve death by my hand."

"But sir…"

"She forfeited, soldier. Take her back to her room and see that she's taken care of. Have a doctor examine her. Do not question my commands again, or you may find yourself removed permanently."

The soldier gulped and nodded.

"Yes sir."

"And this is the last battle I'll have today. I do not wish to continue."

"Yes sir."

Kazuya stared at Jun's unconscious form. She was beautiful, and the feeling he received from her psyche brought him an incredible serenity. Maybe she would save him. He scoffed at the idea and walked away, entering his dark chamber once again.