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so i guess were in part 3 eh...
has some sensual stuff
-----------------------------------------------Part 3-------------------------------------------------------------------
Not even a day later, Kazuya started preparations for the Iron
Fist tournament. He put every other affair aside, focusing intensely
on that. Kunimitzu was every step by his side for all the errands he
might need but, even with the few, typical things he would say to her,
she could tell he was not contented. Each day, he sunk deeper in that
forlorn silence, each time speaking even less to her, until soon he
even neglected her.
Kunimitzu didn't mind his interest as much as his own sorrow...
She was besieged with such worry about him. Her master who was so
brave could never be imagined so deeply distressed... and she
understood the roots of his torment were very deep. She didn't know
of how this man who had come challenging him continued to dominate
Kazuya, if only mentally... he never told her either, him or any
other what fearful images of disgrace and torture he carried within
him, how deeply the fear had plunged into his heart, so deep it had
become as fundamental as the backbone of his personality... Yet the
outcry of his possessed soul came clearly in her perception... She
could hear it as a desperate cry of a drowned man and it tore her
heart in two, not just because he was miserable but mainly because
nothing she could do was enough to save him...
It was that worry that led her to his bedroom that night. The
door was not sealed so she pushed it gently, enough to be able to
look inside.
The bedroom was dark and from the open window the air swam
inside, fluttering the light white curtains. Soft starlight and
luminance of the full moon applied into the room, reaching with a
light glow upon the bed of the sleeping lion.
She halted, gasping her breath, admiring him as the soft light
caressed his lying figure, but in her heart she couldn't abolish this
fearful sensation she thought of receiving a pale, cold luminance
having entwined him, one so dismal in her zealous heart, one that
enshrouded him away from her touch...
He appeared to be carved in stone as he laid on his chest, the
thin sheet flimsily covering his strapping body, that being the only
thing swaying to the light air breeze, the rest of him immobile as a
statue. His face was turned to the side, among his arms and there, he
appeared to be a calm, tranquil person... only she knew deep in his
heart battled forces of great opposition.
She walked to him and her steps didn't wake him up. With her
eyes reading his exposed back, she kneeled upon the mattress and
moving on four, she reached for him. Her hand kneaded on the hinder
muscles of his shoulder and it was only then he jumped up and slapped
the back of his fist across her mask, nearly removing it, flinging
the hand she had placed upon him, halting immediately as he
recognised her.
Her nose had impacted with the mask, causing tears in the
corners of her eyes but still in the dark, outside her slots, she saw
the glimmer from his eyes. She didn't hear his breath but she could
sense his tension, certainly not because of her.
She stood still until he lowered his hand and lied back on the
bed. He closed his eyes again and with no word of recognition, he
allowed her to place both palms upon his neck. She did almost too
eagerly.
"I should have known, Kunimitzu..." his drowsed, low voice told
her as she manipulated the muscles on the conjunction of the neck
with the back.
She breathed in and then she realised a fiery gleam regarding
her from his face. She panted as she always did whenever she faced
it, hoping every time that this one was the one she was longing so
much for. Her palms rested upon him in expectation.
Only for that little while he looked upon her, before closing
his eyes once again in a soundless languor. Her fingers started
rubbing the shape of his shoulders again and back to the back, closer
to the spine, hesitantly making their way to the lower part of his
ribs.
"But I can beat him again!" he erupted, turning around and
sitting up, facing her.
Retracting her hands she looked at his fervent eyes and in
great effort, she placed both palms on his shoulders, over the pecks
of his chest.
"You need to relax, master..." she softly said and she trembled
more than him, as he complied to her gentle pressure and lied back on
the bed, not for a moment taking his wide eyes off her.
The light wind was cold and so was his skin as she gently
rubbed it. He had his eyes closed and... she swore he found it hard
to swallow... because of her...
"I am half his age, damn it..." he went on to himself. "I
should have made sure I killed him... I should have plucked off his
Fucking head, damn it!"
"Master..." she said full of worry, as her hands crawled upon
his neck. She was so afraid when he was anxious... for the first time
her hands could not relieve him...
His eyes opened. His stare was translucent but she would swear,
he could still target into her eyes, even behind the slots of her
mask... She could never really hide herself from him... And so, only
for a moment there she hesitated when he reached for her mask but she
did not withdraw. For the first time, she did not care about the
useless excuses but, biting her tongue and sealing her eyes, to make
the first time he would look at her easier, she awaited.
After some time, she was still wearing her mask.
She opened her eyes and his hand rested on his chest, his face
was turned to the open window and she couldn't tell if his eyes were
open or shut. She could only tell he was in his state of sleeping,
the one where nothing could entail him in touch with the rest of the
world. He wanted to be alone.
Softly she slid away, always looking upon him, the sheet only
enhancing his structure and his face was turned away from her,
outside the window. Tears gathered in her eyes as she left him,
breathing half in pleasure and half sunk into that tangy feeling of
unresponsiveness...
-------------------------------------------------End of Part 3----------------------------------------------------
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part 4... more sensual stuff....
WARNING
reader's discretion is advised!... haha
----------------------------------------------------------Part 4--------------------------------------------------------
The Iron Fist tournament was an actuality. Kunimitzu was among
the participants but she lost very early. Just as the best fighters
were beginning to clear up.
Her opponent was one she would have never evaluated as being so
good. He was an old man, shorter than her even and yet, his skills
were such as had baffled her from the very start.
She used all she had. She hopped around, swinging fast and
striking with her powerful kicks, but he was far more proficient than
her. His hands had grappled her to submission and the worst of all,
the crowd seeing her being defeated by the old man, hearing him laugh
even and her angrily purring as she did, was even amused...
It was a humiliating defeat.
That day she hid to the loneliest corner of the house and alone
she cried, cuddling her knees to her person. She didn't go to report
to her master, as she always did whenever she accomplished his
requests, had these been fights or any other jobs he sent her too.
She was too ashamed to face him... How could she, when she had lost
to his cost?
It was later at night that she stuck out from her hideout and
then one of the servants told her she had been called...
Trembling she went to where she knew he would be. In one of the
big sitting rooms.
He was there.
Others were with him in the room. She recognised them for being
people he worked with; she had seen most of them before. They were
too contestants in the Iron Fist. One was a tall dark skinned man
with a line of hair growing on his head and fat lips, a face at best
insolent. There was that woman who was dressed very provocatively and
giggled all the time, one she remembered talking to him from close
distances, her hand had rested on him on one occasion and he was
smiling back at her... but so far he hadn't been with her. Yet she
envied her gravely. The third man had dark hair tied in a ponytail
behind his back and talked to the provocative woman... and there was
Lee. He lied tiredly on an armchair, probably low on cocaine.
For a little she stood at the door and only as he looked
towards her, in agony she nodded. He was looking at her and in that
moment, everything else in the room vanished. Everything but him.
Slowly she left the door, trailing towards him. He kept looking
at her, especially when she was closer and came on four. As she
touched upon his knee, he didn't withdraw, letting her rest her chin
upon his leg. Her hands rested on his knee and then, he reached out
and gently rubbed his hand behind her nape, among her hair.
Tears of joy came into her eyes.
For him to do so, it meant that her defeat didn't matter... and
in his silent regard, he comforted her in the best way there could
be. She hadn't failed her master...
Kunimitzu sat by his feet all during the evening and when
everyone was about to leave, she stood up along with them, but she
wouldn't follow. She just stared away but she knew he was the last to
leave the room... She also knew he halted and looked back at her,
even if she didn't see him.
"Oh, Kuni..." she only heard his voice and only then she fully
turned towards him. "Good job..." he said and the expression on his
face was placid.
For some more time he was looking at her, until he turned to
walk away.
Below her mask, a smile unseen flowered and her eyes flooded
with joy.

Kunimitzu knew nearly everything about her master's
associations with other people, and although she couldn't assess
anything about it, she knew all the same that from all these people,
she was the only one who actually meant something to him and was
taken seriously, that knowledge filling her chest with pride.
Especially when she was asked from people working for him to go and
request him to appear, which happened very often in the days of the
Iron Fist, where he was so hard to be contacted and everyone else
dreaded to talk to him. Even Lee had told her to go at times,
although his manner had been almost dictatorial, yet he too admitted
to her powers over the lord of the house. And with those at mind, she
went to his dojo that day and beseech him to come.
Softly she pushed the thin parchment door away and looking
inside her breath skipped once. Undecided, captivated by his sight,
she leaned at the door and only trailed her stare upon him.
She had watched him for a while, admiring him in his statue-
like tranquillity. He was surrounded from clouds of smoke, kneeled
before a folding parchment screen and with his hands resting upon his
knees in a pose of unrelenting discipline. His eyes were closed and
however menacing he looked in his every other aspect, with his
diabolically frightening eyes shut, he was a perfect picture of
quiescence.
Sliding her hand along the rim of the door, she walked inside
the dojo.
"Master..." she softly called at him but her voice wouldn't
pull him out of his meditation. She swayed a few steps closer.
So much calmness was unsettling.
"Master?" she spoke again and still Kazuya didn't respond.
She went on four and approached more, bending towards his face.
She absorbed his picture as his eyes were shut and his tranquillity
was almost deathly.
"Master..." she whispered. She reached a few fingers that
almost touched upon his face.
Then she heard the breath.
It wasn't Kazuya's breath for he hardly even breathed. It was a
ghastly breath as if emitted through effort, so weak but it was
obviously coming from a very powerful form of life.
Kunimitzu dragged backwards.
"Do not disrupt me!..." commanded a voice uncoloured by the
vividness of the living and though it was no stronger than the air,
it struck with psychic power.
"Master?" Kunimitzu asked again doubtfully. She tried to get
closer to her sleeping lord when the smoke around him elevated and
begun consolidating. She jerked backwards and above Kazuya's head,
gradually formed a human-like figure consisted of the dark ashy
smoke. She watched in terror the figure uncoiling from around it two
enormous bat wings and waving horns grew from its temples. It had an
uncanny similarity to Kazuya from whom it seemed to emerge, it even
had the wide, lowly igniting scorch across the chest, alabaster horns
grew from its temples and the eyes were identical to his, even if
only in the power of the stare...
"Master!" Kunimitzu said aghast as she crawled away.
"Leeeeave!..." commanded Kazuya's devilish substance and a
serpentish tongue appeared between his vampire teeth.
Kunimitzu didn't have to hear it twice. She jumped to her feet
and dashed out of the dojo.


You cannot be in love with someone you have never seen... or can you?

"Ah... Kuni..." he said and he regarded her with intense
curiosity. So infatuated was his strangely deepened stare, it
hindered her footsteps. Still she walked towards him, paralysed, even
though there was no way he could have guessed her flare behind the
mask.
"You have asked me to come, master..." she said casually...
with the usual constant voice she always used to address him, the one
with the so much suppressed passion. Yet it was virtually impossible
to hold down her voice much longer that time with his eyes so
ardently focused upon her...
She made it to his desk and he leaned back on his chair,
arching his neck almost playfully. He was smiling... in this strange
way...
"Come here, Kuni..." he said in a soft tone and she had an urge
to clasp her fingers to a fist. Trembling she walked around the desk
towards him and he pushed his chair out of the desk...
"Closer..." he murmured as she had reached the corner nearest
to his chair. Her feet felt like they were chained on the floor and
yet so desperate to fly towards him...
She made the few more steps and stood right before him. He was
looking up at her and there was definitely a smile written on his
otherwise firm lips...
"Is that close enough, master?" she dared ask, almost
stammering.
"Perhaps..." he softly said, with a reckless smile towards her.
Damn her if there wasn't a burning glow under the mist of his eyes!
He looked at her a little more, then stretched his hand towards
her, reaching for her thigh.
Behind her mask her eyes fainted and she gasped without voice
as his palm run smoothly on her thigh, following the curving line of
the muscle. She looked out again and saw him regarding her
construction while his fingers spread, covering more area of her leg,
moving towards the inner side.
"Closer..." he said again and it was an almost faint whisper in
a dull voice.
The tiny step she took brought her right before him, so close
his knees were among hers. He placed both palms on her hips, soothing
them as he looked at her with this teasing expression of one who
knows the truth and knowing that the other is equally aware of it but
dares not speak of it and thus he would use it against him...
By this time, her skin quivered and where his hands touched
her, fire was spreading. He chuckled as he looked at her and there
was a lascivious glister in his eyes as his grip tightened around
her, obliging her to bend her knees, moving towards him and rest upon
his lap.
"That's better..." he smiled and winded his strong arms firmly
around her waist.
She had his black compact eyes right before her, glowing with a
luminescence she had never seen before, setting her in a rupturing
heartbeat. His hard body was afire and she sensed it even more, as
when he pulled her closer to him, she was rubbed against his hale
muscles. Curling her hands around the neck she had so many times
kneaded, knowing there was no exit from his tight embrace submerged
her in luscious fire. Tears swelled in her eyes and her teeth
trembled.
His palms rubbed along the passage from her back and upon her
chest, lightly sensing the bountiful charms of her figure, the ones
he had never regarded before. He was only touching her and yet she
felt her blood boiling as it flowed in her body, nearly crying with
tears of complete joy. Her face was burning and she felt weak to even
tighten her clasp around him.
"You know what would make this better?" he asked in this soft
playful voice, tilting his head as he spoke.
Not even a breath distanced them in their embrace and she had
no strength to ask him back.
His hands moved away from her body and to her mask...
The beating of her heart grew faster as he removed the hiding
of her face and saw him uncovered for the first time... It should
have been different for her too, seeing him behind no slots and being
able to get closer to him.
Face to face... for the first time for real. She shivered as if
she was entirely bared before him. There was a serious but at the
same time, enchanted look on his face. His palms smoothed their way
upon her neck, enfolding her face within them as he pulled her
towards him and lowering his lids, lead her to a delicious kiss.
She really felt like she would faint.
Closing her eyes she tasted his kisses, swallowing him
voraciously, coiled in a fiery embrace, wrapping herself all around
his adored body and her heart ascended to her mouth.
Then the door opened.
It opened right before her eyes, forcing her to look into
reality, behind the slots of her foxen mask upon his aloof,
unemotional face.
"Kuni, what took you so long? I was about to call for you
again..."
Swallowing in great effort, she forced down her throat the
reminders of the precious taste of her dream.
"I am sorry, master..."
"Don't be." he said and walked back into the office, leaving
the door opened for her to follow. When she shut the door behind her,
he was sitting back on his chair and the look on his face was no less
cold and indifferent than usual.
"I have this task for you today. I want you to... "

Fantasies had been visiting her very often and even if she
didn't know what name to give to that new flavour of her emotions,
she knew she was very happy when she was around him and even sought
every opportunity to be around him. It was since very early that she
felt like that for him. Ever since that moment he had picked her up in
his arms in that fight in the streets. She had known him from before,
but so did most everyone in the city of Tokyo. Even as she had been
competing in the same tournament as him, two years before, it was as
if he had come into reality only that day.
------------------------------------------------------end of part 4------------------------------------------------
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-------------------------------------------------Part 5-----------------------------------------------------------------
Lee Chaolan was not a bad looking man. In fact he was the exact
opposite. With a face of perfect symmetry, absolutely smooth skin,
clearly defined eyebrows and dark brown lustrous eyes that stared
with an almost permanent wanton expression in addition to his good
athletic built, was a treat any woman would be foolish to refuse.
Nevertheless, his childish looks and matching behaviour of offending
the opposite sex often caused a negative effect.
Lee enjoyed harassing women. Sometimes, when he felt depressed,
when his system desperately needed to intoxicate the gush of the
amphetamines he fed himself with, he would go out and be every
woman's nightmare. Stalking, impetuous eyeing, anything to get his
victims to adopt a look of discomfort. He then retreated, discarding
them like nothing and would move to the next one.
He was charming and he had no problem engaging with women. He
could provide himself casual sex whenever he felt like. But he just
had to annoy one or two, once every now and then. He had to see the
colour of fear in their eyes. Abused persons almost every time return
the favour...
He didn't like Kunimitzu much either and her masked face
irritated him as it only seemed to be one unaffected. Yet, otherwise
she was very expressive in her actions; when she was under threat she
purred like a wild cat. Because she annoyed him so much, he enjoyed
her fear as much as anything, especially as he knew of her blind
loyalty towards Kazuya and how she secretly preserved an unspoken
passion for him.
Once again he was harassing her. Kunimitzu purred dangerously,
making sure the sharp scythe knife she held at hand had got Lee's
attention.
"Wha?..." Lee spelled almost indolently. "You threaten me?"
With a crescenting purr, Kunimitzu swung the knife in a
slashing attempt on Lee's stomach, but he bent his body away,
laughing.
"Wo, hey! She will really kill me!"
He could have grabbed her arm right then and flip her over, but
he deliberately didn't do it and furthermore, he ensured she
understood it. He was sure the slots radiated vehemence and a smile
replied to her.
"Had it been Kazuya, you'd do a split in no time..." he jested.
A pack of three roundhouses flashed, aiming for his head but he
was fast enough to avoid them all.
"Ho, I didn't exactly mean it!" he sniggered.
Kunimitzu adopted a guard stance purring deeply as a threat.
"I thought I told you to leave her alone!" a voice ordered and
Lee turned around to see Kazuya with a dark frown at the door. This
time the conflict was to end with his intervention. Lee knew that
Kazuya, however as he didn't know of Kunimitzu's desire for him,
appreciated her greatly and acted towards her protectively. One more
thing he used to make fun of.
"Uhoh, the betrayed adorer has arrived! Weeee! It's getting
fun!" he said, taking a safe view of both of them, a smile written
across his face.
Kazuya walked roundly, speculating him.
"You are junked again... You are being disgusting when you are
junked!"
"Fuck you!" Lee shouted, pointing a rude finger towards him.
"Don't you tell me what to do, you gutter of shit!"
A high kick stroke on his smooth silver hair on the back of his
head. The kick had merely knocked him enough to step forward and turn
his attention back to Kunimitzu.
"Bitch!" he growled about to charge on her.
It was Kazuya to get him this time. Locking his arms behind his
back so Lee yelled, he halted him.
"Don't press the abundance of my kindness, ungrateful
brother..."
For a little more he held him with the arm sprained until
finally he let go of him and Lee staggered a few steps when released.
He didn't look back at his foster brother. He was merely grateful to
be away safe this time.
Once Kazuya was gone, Lee no longer attempted to annoy her. Hr
only left and she remained alone. Happy that her master was
protecting her, sad that he wouldn't stay behind with her. That's
where she needed him and not in the fighting ground.

Lee Chaolan was not exactly her favourite and Kunimitzu was
perhaps the only female employee of the Mishima Syndicate who
disliked the silver hared devil. For one thing he kept annoying her
whenever he could, the more Kazuya was angered about it. She had no
idea that he acted towards her in an act similar to that which Kazuya
had shown to him when he had first arrived much like her, poor and
with nothing belonging to him, nor that this was his subconscious way
of revenge to the torture he received from his foster brother. But
even if she knew and she surely knew of the tortures, as she had many
times saved Lee from Kazuya's irascible rage by throwing herself
between them and absorbing her master's anger in her daring embrace,
she still couldn't blame her lord about it. No excuse was needed
either for when the heart commands, the mind obediently follows and
that had always been her case.


You'll never know how I've watched you from the shadows as a child
You'll never know how it feels to get SO close and be denied...


What exactly were her feelings towards him? He was her master
for sure and her employer. What was the nature of the attraction she
felt towards him? She herself wasn't sure if it was the acclaimed
power of his person that imposed it, as it often happens with people
of strong personality, or plain physical desire. From his side there
never was a sign of reciprocation and Kunimitzu couldn't tell how far
he was aware of her fancy towards him, like he couldn't be aware of
how her eyes blurred behind the slits of her foxen mask each time he
would turn his black eyes on her, even if only casually, setting her
head in a feverish chill.
They didn't talk much but Kunimitzu was convinced they had
established a mutual deeper art of communication and every monologue
he addressed to her and she replied was as if loaded with so much
secret meaning, as to palpitate her heart to bleeding. Talking to
him, even if only so little was enough to make her cheeks burn and
her skin to crawl with lust.
Yet, even as he was in command of her, he never required any of
the favours her gender may have hinted apropos. She gladly executed
his orders to every job he sent her to, but she had always secretly
hoped that the next request would be of a more personal nature. But
he had never shown any form of interest towards her and she knew her
longing was but a wishful thinking, the recognition of reality
tearing her heart in two.
What did he know of her rejected love? Nothing. Neither did he
even want to see her as a woman as it appeared. And she had tried.
Numerous times she dared touch him. She knew what he liked. Many a
times when she saw him deep in consideration she had quietly reached
for him and placed two soft palms on his strapping neck. Her strong
fingers massaged his hinder muscles and she knew he was relieved by
his tension, whatever it was, and she gladly offered him that
service, not without a hint of desire too as she gripped his flesh.
He never sent her away, he never told her anything at a time like
that, he would only close his eyes and lean his head back, sinking at
the comfort of her touch. Her hands would craftily move to his
muscular back and shoulders and she would suppress tears behind her
gritting teeth, not daring to advance anymore, especially at times
when he would lay back his head upon her and she could see he was
even turned on... But never, not once did he open his tranquil shut
eyes to let her see them blurred from craving or even reach back for
her. Never. He just wouldn't touch her. And Kunimitzu would soon
slide away, leaving him mesmerised almost floating in the arms of a
slumber and retreat quietly as she came, she'd seek for a hideout to
unleash her tears. And he never knew.
How many times she had eyed from her hideout a woman talking to
him with envy, wishing he would nod once and she would take the
signal to leap on her and slash her throat open... She envied Anna
Williams who claimed to be protecting him against an attempt for his
life and he had secretly told her that it was only a rivalry between
her and her sister... She was satisfied to hear he was planning to
capture both and place them as some sort of pigs to a machine an aged
man was taking care of at the basement of the mansion, but still she
was so envious when Anna spoke to him, smiling at him meaningfully
and he returned a similarly nasty smile at her... even though he
never advanced towards her. That alone gave her hopes and sustained
her belief that he was keeping the distance because someday he
intended to win over her trust and make her remove her mask, like she
was planning to.
That was before the other woman came.
-------------------------------------------End of Part 5----------------------------------------------------------
who is that woman?..... *deep voice* stay tune for the deepening love triangle...



by lilykane
and yes happy holidays
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---------------------------------------------Part 6---------------------------------------------------------------------
Unlike Anna, she dressed simplistic and her face didn't have
the glint of make up. She looked more like a girl too and her voice
was one very beautiful, even she had to admit. Its sound was by
itself soothing, constant and not too high in pitch, soft in the
speaking without emotional leaps, a sign of a person of intellect and
furthermore, gentle emotions. From her voice alone Kunimitzu could
easily tell that she was very polite, making everyone around her feel
happy...
It was exactly that reason for which Kunimitzu hated her the
most. She wasn't especially clever or knowing of the rest of the
world but she knew how her voicing differed greatly from the rest of
those she had heard. Compared to that woman's way of talking, she
spoke incoherently, her voice was dull and clearly uncultivated,
short cut at the simple phrases she used, some of them not perfect in
their syntax as well. Lee had many times humored her way of speaking,
either by mimicking it at her face or simply making faces at it and
she knew her master was alike aware of her inability to express
herself like them. Only he never showed her any disdain to it but the
coming of that woman told her that in truth, she and him were two
different beings as far as talking was concerned. Him talking to her
didn't contain that unspoken commitment anymore. That woman had come
and just by talking she had shattered a bond she had toiled over for
years.
Kunimitzu had to suffer seeing her coming to the house. She and
him were talking together and Kunimitzu was watching from above. She
was talking and he listened and she knew that he didn't speak much
only to hear her voice, not really paying attention to her words but
floating in the soft constant sound of her talking. He enjoyed her
speaking, he enjoyed seeing her look at him in precaution or rather,
fear. Or so it seemed to her, that the woman was afraid of him but in
the same sweet fear she too felt whenever he looked into her eyes.
Only, when he looked at her, when he talked to her he didn't smile so
pleasantly... and even his voice sounded different. Just as deep as
always but more melodious. Almost... appealing.
She didn't have to be extremely smart to know that he liked
her... In fact, exactly as she was so simple in her ways, she knew
that at glimpse, as alike well she knew her master. She kept watching
all night long and was tormented at the intimacy of their dialogue.
She was almost vivacious when the other woman stood up to leave only
to be severed shortly afterwards, when she saw she was far from
gone...
She saw him holding her in his arms, leading her to his
bedroom, how she clung on him, how she bore into his embrace, closing
her eyes in a tearful simper of so much unspoken joy, the same joy
she had longed for but would never get as she would never follow him
to his room, not under his arm for sure.
Her walking was heavy and soon it was that she couldn't shut
off the sounds coming from the chamber... In her ears they rung and
her mind was empty from sorrow as she strayed pointlessly in the main
hall that she didn't notice Lee Chaolan sneaking upon her.
"Well what are you eavesdropping at?" he said, almost laughing
as she snapped in a startle back and her heart was doused in fright.
The smile on his face reminded her of how he knew of her feelings,
how he knew her pain and along, how he had never told her but
considered her stupid, all because of her inadequate manner of
speaking, revealing how little she knew about it. And still, she
walked towards him, clasping one wrist to her hand to hold the
trembling.
"You want to see my face?" she said in an almost velvety,
deeply mesmerising voice that was in fact the best articulated one
she had ever uttered in years.
Lee's expression turned to a frown as he was looking at her
annoyed but with curiosity.
"What? Is it now that..." he begun to say but Kunimitzu halted
him by placing her palms upon his round big shoulders.
"Do you?" she repeated in the same voice, her foxen mask
getting closer to his face, almost touching his chin.
Lee remained with the jaw hanging for a moment.
"Sure..." he said uncertain.
Removing her hands, she took one step back. Then she took off
her mask and after a long time, she felt the air on her exposed face.
Lee looked intensely into her fervid eyes and when she
approached, he met her lips into a sodden kiss that melted their
mouths together. When he retracted, he had his hands around her waist
and her face of complete calmness opposite of him, that face he had
never seen before but it looked upon him with understanding. Her
hands were wrapped around his neck and when she massaged him, pulling
him back to another kiss, Lee was indeed very happy to see her face.

Thereafter, her relationship with Lee improved, even if they
never became really keen towards one another. But as far as her
master went... she knew she was losing him. She saw him reserved
towards her and she knew it was because of the other woman...
She tried to tell herself that her master was happy with the
other and so should she, as she knew there are times one shouldn't be
possessive. And yet, the next day, when she was down the stairs and
met with her, anger swelled like boiling milk within her.
She halted right at seeing her, and so did she, facing each
other intensely immobile. Her eyes widened and blinked once.
Kunimitzu purred at her a threatening growl full of her boiling
unrequited passion. But She couldn't know. Her wide so apparently
innocent eyes gazed at the sharp blade of her knife she brought to
the height of her chest and was just relieved and breathed heavily out
as two strong palms, His palms lied assuring on her shoulders.
Kunimitzu watched her eyes shutting and how she longed to steal
this emotion of absolute comfort she sunk into, and that one as well,
when she looked again at her, almost hurt but now her eyes were
meeting those eyes she adored, the marble hard black eyes of her
lord, grim as he regarded her displeased, wanting her to be away...
Leave him alone with the other woman...
Lowering her knife, she obeyed.

What did She know of him? What did she Ever know?
She had just met him! She couldn't know what he liked, what
touched him, what could find the way past the shroud of his heart.
She didn't know how he spent the day, tiny things as to when he took
a shower, breakfast, how he liked clothing himself, which flavours he
enjoyed and which he avoided, what made his head swell, which muscles
went numb the most and what could restore them...
Hell if she didn't know... She was there, next to him all the
time, hidden behind her foxen mask, watching him so close, in every
step he made and yet it was She whom he had pleated on his bed, She
who tasted his kisses all over her body, she who wailed from pleasure
in his chamber all night. Why?!?
Was it the darn mask? Was it the slender grace of that woman's
figure, so contrasting to her well built and certainly more capable
limbs, those limbs she yearned to use against her? And he...
Tears gathered into her eyes and her mouth tasted sourly. He
never gave it One thought. He couldn't wait. He wouldn't expect for
this higher confidence to build its walls firmly around them. He
wouldn't wait...
Kunimitzu didn't think rationally. Her mind was guided by her
instincts and emotions. The thought that this possibility might have
never even crossed his mind didn't appear in her judgement. To her
vision she only saw betrayal.
With all her strength she gulped a painful howl down a bitter
throat. It should have been her moaning in that bed.

Those days when she suffered from her emotions, she would spend
long hours in the storage room and broke down whatever piece of
artillery she came across, only to put it back together. She enjoyed
creating stuff of the like, it was perhaps her only hobby, if that's
what it could be called. Once upon she even assembled various
apparatuses of her own conception and of which some worked, only now
her imagination halted and she only did that to keep her mind away
from what she knew to be true. Even when her master had captured Anna
and another woman she recalled from the previous tournament to take
them for experiments in the underground laboratory and promised her
she could at some stage work in these delicate machine, she wasn't as
pleased as she would otherwise be.
She knew him well enough to see how the other woman had
influenced him. He wouldn't show it as he would continue with his
life but Kunimitzu could receive the signal of the emotions behind
it. She couldn't tell it by studying his behaviour, but, gifted with
the authenticity of the unlearned, she could hear how the throb of
his blood had altered, how deeply his breath reached and how soon it
would come out. She even sensed the temperature of his body, having
slightly dropped and even his own distinctive scent was different. It
tasted stronger and more delicious...
All so many changes had come to him, all because of that other
woman... When that day she was gone, along with her a burden left
from her heart, as if by disappearing from sight, she ceased to
exist. But she knew it wasn't this way. Her master had a different
way of thinking and to that way, she still existed in his mind...
Nothing could take her from there, even as he didn't know it himself.
Kunimitzu knew how he was suffering from not knowing of his emotions
and she wanted to relieve him, but she also knew he wanted to relish
them... He wanted to be with the other woman... And yet, she couldn't
stop feeling this way about him. There was no other way she could
feel.

She had gone out of her ordinary to actually seek for him. She
might have frequently been spying him but other than the occasions
where they met by chance or when she was sent to him, she didn't
deliberately go to find him. Yet, that time she did. Despair leads
people to unbelievable actions, far more extreme than hers.
She knew he was taking a bath at the time and indeed she saw
him there when she came to the ample bathroom. The sun was coming in
from the irregular windows in a soft mesmerising intensity and her
master was there, facing away from her as he lay in the low bath
tube, probably with the eyes shut, his elbows resting on the rim as
he reposed.
Gasping she walked lightly towards the bath, making not the
slightest noise and kneeled right behind him. It was as soon as she
put her fingers on his neck that he leaned his head back to rest it
on her joined knees, her tight clothing soaked the few drops from his
bristle crops. Once again she swallowed a sigh, thankful for his
touch on her.
With her fingertips she massaged along the limber skin below
his jaw and her eyes couldn't leave his entranced face. He stirred
only a little as to breathe and the water around him murmured so
softly she felt urged to dive into it and wrap herself around him.
She merely slid her hands down the muscles of his shoulders to the
shapely pecks, until her fingers soaked in the water and gently
pulled back, not completely removing her body from the bent position
that almost enfolded his head in her.
"You have been concerned, master..." she muttered in her own,
unnaturally soft, matured female voice.
"As to how?" he replied in a reposed interrogation.
"You... haven't been yourself..." Kunimitzu went on and every
part of her body that could sense anything at all turned aflame while
her strong fingers rubbed the layer of muscles over his chest, right
over where the water left them uncovered.
She waited a little for him to talk back to her... but he
didn't and suppressing a gasp, she brought courage in her heart.
"That woman..." she said and new blazes surrounded her head,
only these were the cold, thorny blazes of shame.
"Jun..." he confirmed, always drowsed. Her hands could not take
her off his mind, not even for a second...
"Yes..."
"What about her?" he asked. He even sounded strict... or was it
her thinking?
"Master... She is not like us..." she cognisably said, her eyes
endeavouring his shoulders. Only his head was slightly lifted from
her knees...
"She is polite and I like her company..." he affirmed. That was
all that she could take.
Her hands weakly rested on him and she closed her eyes, full of
tears left without words. He moved.
She opened her eyes and he had turned around, resting on his
elbow, right next to her knee and looked at her.
"Actually, I meant to talk to you about this... you have been
very hostile towards her, and I don't see why."
And she found no words to tell him. She only bowed her head and
before she couldn't take anymore, she stood up~
~or attempted to. He had been aware enough to clasp her hand
before she even got to her feet. She looked back at him and his
expression was however firm, very confident too. He looked into her
eyes... and he couldn't see it.
"Kunimitzu... I have come to consider you as a childhood
friend... and as a such I demand you to tell me what is going on."
And at the intimacy of his words, she found all the consolation
she would ask for. It wasn't what she had hoped for... but it was
something not to be discarded either...
"It's nothing master... I just fear for you..." she said
fighting the rasp of her tears.
The clutch of his hand upon her wrist eased and his palm moved
over her own... Kunimitzu sensed his warm touch gratefully holding
her hand, as she could feel the uneasiness and difficulty he found in
expressing what he felt. But he tapped his fingers on her hand and
his face was now calm and thankful.

But there was a change in her master and that was for sure. A
change beyond the presence of the other woman... and it was not until
the last moment that she recognised it. She had seen it before but
only at the end could she accept it to be what it was, once there was
no doubt... but neither did she believe it, not until she saw it.
Even later.
That day, she hadn't seen him until late at night, when a
servant, intruding in her working space told her he had asked for
her... and eagerly as always she jumped up and made to where he was.
The house that day was completely dark. There were no lights on
and it so seemed that everyone else was gone, even the servants. And
yet, she couldn't hear her master, she couldn't sense her lord in
that emptiness, as if he was too gone... only as she entered the room
he was in, only then did she notice him... because he glowed with a
weak white aura, as if he were a ghost. And her surprise made her
heart jump, more than usually.
Contrary to her, it seemed to have known her to come as she
stepped into the room and under his eyes. He was there, looking
sombre as ever and as soon as she stopped, looking at him, he begun
talking.
"I have a last task for you, Kunimitzu..."

By lilykane
---------------------------------------------End of Part 6--------------------------------------------------------
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------------------------------------------------------- Part 7----------------------------------------------------------

"I have a last task for you, Kunimitzu..." he worded and
already her heart skipped. "You must find Wang Jinrey... and hand him
this letter..." he completed and stretched his hand holding a letter
to her.
Kunimitzu hesitantly took the letter in her hand but the fact
he was sending her to meet the man who so awfully defeated her in
battle was not the reason of her trembling anxiety.
"A last task, master?" she asked, the most discerning question
she ever posed.
But as he did not reply and looked away, with the letter at
hand, she took a step closer. His back wasn't moving as he breathed
but she knew there was something in his mind... something different
and one she dreaded. At then, she didn't completely know why.
"Kuni..." his voice reached for her and she halted, awaiting.
Soon he continued what he wanted to tell. Each of his words filled
her with horror.
"Once tomorrow comes, you won't be safe here anymore... there
is nothing I can do about it... Promise me you will go away... and
please take Lee with you... I fear for him..."
Her heart was in a mad drumbeat because that unspecified thing
started getting a horrendous actuality, however she declined to
accept it.
"Why are you saying such horrible things, master?" she dared to
ask, but she didn't want his reply anyway. She knew her lord was
dying.
He wouldn't have to tell her the words, not even speak, because
she understood him very well by then and inept creatures get those
things.
She shivered in horror and she could see him lost in that
dreadful coldness she had so many times picked wavering around him,
only now he was immersed in it and there was no way it would let him
go until it would have ingested all of him... Poor master... he would
sink into the pool of his own sorrow... all alone...
Her strong and otherwise steady hands, unfastened her mask and
in fear they removed it. Cold drift hit upon her dampened face and as
she looked at him for the first time without the mask, he was just
the same... only much closer, more tangible... more adorable...
"Do not you want to see my face, master?" she asked, her voice
feebly quivering, unchanged in echo as all the times but sounding
different, even to her own ears.
He didn't look back. He didn't even take a breath.
"Let's leave it this way, Kuni... perhaps it is better..." was
all that he said. And Kunimitzu swallowed her tears. Once again.
Clutching at the mask and the letter in her quavering hands,
she walked closer to him and once she was right behind him, she
placed one clutching palm upon his hardy neck... Her fingers kneaded
on the skin the same way they had done each time before but the fact
she wasn't covered and the knowing this was the last time made her
grip weak and her fingers trembling, the touch warmer and more deeply
longed than ever before.
She closed her face more than she ever thought she could
approach onto him and sensed the faint smell of his skin, gritting
her teeth and shutting her eyes. Before she knew it either, she
rushed and stole one sucking kiss from his neck. And then another
three, draining his salty taste and him if she could, the last kiss
leaving a soft bite upon him.
"Goodbye master..." she uttered and in a sprint she run away,
clenching her mask upon her chest, her eyes shut, flooding with
tears.
Vigorous footsteps chased her and he caught her before she was
very far. Right before the door.
She halted, crying, he stood behind her back, gripping at her,
his breath fell upon her nape. She heard his rapid heartbeat, not
undefiled from masculine desire. It only needed one forceful turning
to make her face him in all her shame.
"Please master..." she wept and she surrendered herself.
He never moved either. His grips upon her gradually loosened.
"I never knew, Kuni... I never knew..." he said deeply and she
knew he longed to let his head fall and rest upon her, but he
wouldn't. He would respect her secrecy and preserve the distance to
the last moment, so they would never know what would happen if he
forced her around and looked into her eyes, whether he would like to
smooth his fingers on her cheeks and through her hair before melting
together in a long lasting kiss.
It was too late to make a change, a wrong place, a wrong time
and in that never to be togetherness she found out all she had ever
longed to find, things that were new to her because he wasn't aware
of them either in order to speak about them, even though he had
expressed them so many times but didn't know what they were all
about...
And the other woman...
He had loved her, there was no doubt. But he had loved her too.
In a different way or the same, it didn't matter. No rule says you
can only love one. How can the love for one person make anyone blind
to the devotion of another and how can loving feelings not be
returned by alike caring ones? Loving one couldn't make incapable of
loving one other. Kunimitzu wouldn't understand the philosophy of
this but a simple heart is closer to the truth that needs no words to
be revealed and her heart conceived the meaning of it and more.
Kazuya slid his hands away from her and didn't bother her while
she buckled her mask back on her face, her every limp benumbed. She
dragged her steady steps to the door, her mask was hiding her tears
and even her cracked voice wouldn't show them ever again.
"Kuni..."
She halted by the door and fought against her urge to turn
around.
"Thank you for everything."
His voice was steady. Colourless as always but not in the way
he spoke to the others. She discerned a different echo in it for the
first time after so long and recognised it with bitter joy. And she
walked away, knowing she would never see him, ever again.

Even at his perplexity, Kunimitzu didn't find it easy facing
him. Wang Jinrey stared at her, wondering how she had managed to
sneak into his room and wondering what she had wanted, silently
standing before him with her knife secured at her belt.
"What is it?" his scrutinised voice asked her and she fought
her discomfort, tending him the letter she held at hand.
Taking a few steps closer, he took the letter from her hand and
glanced at it once. She saw his eyes flashing with recognition. He
then looked again up at her.
"I'll attend to it..." he affirmed, returning her non-existent
ever persistent stare that many thought they had seen and baffled at
its unreality hated her for it, with her master being the only
possible exception... Wang Jinrey seemed perturbed before that eyeing
and returned an equally discomfiting gaze. She broke free of it and
left, as silently as she had come.
There really was no point in staying more than needed.

When she came back, after handing the letter to Wang Jinrey,
the house was silent as before. A slight surprise met her, to hear
voices from the big hall.
The room was dark but she could hear them. It was her master,
speaking softly even with concern and after a time, a sweet feminine
voice answered him. Did she say that she loved him or she only
imagined the sharp stabbing through her heart?
With steps light as a cat's she approached the unclosed door
through where she had left and peeked in through.
Darkness could not conceal the truth from her eyes. The other
woman was there...
There with him. In the loneliness of the sitting room.
Together. Embraced. For the last time. Forever.
She sighed deep within her soul. For once more her eyes wetted
and her heart was shattered but she had to regain strength. She had
received all of his love. She would have never felt it. Yet in her
heart, she had no longer needed his verification. For she knew. He
could alike love them both. And he had loved her. In his own peculiar
way that cannot be spoken, because for a sentiment to be described,
it has to be completely felt, understood and verified. But the human
mind cannot perceive such delicate sensations and the soul has no
voice. So these things can only be transmitted by the heart. Like
they had always been.
Kunimitzu went to the next room. It was a small office with a
desk and libraries along two facing walls. Without turning on any
light, she sat on a settee, crossing her legs upon it, straightening
her back, without a tear of those blurring in her lids rolling on her
fleshy cheek behind her mask. Unmoved with devotion. He was her
master and she had loved him. Like he did. And tonight, even if for
the last time, she would do what she had promised him to do. She
would stay by his side and protect him.


The last rapine

When the Iron Fist tournament ended, Kunimitzu watched her
master dying at the hands of his father, hidden under the seats of
the stadium. Nobody noticed her.
She didn't cry. Not a tear escaped her eyes. Because his death
she had seen the night before and perhaps even from the very
beginning, so many times she had looked into his now forever gone
eyes. All this time the sorrow had killed her and her tears had
dried. She didn't die when Kazuya collapsed dead on the floor. After
that moment, her head was humming. She didn't hear anything more.

Lee was gone before she could stop him and take him away with
her, as she had promised. He was too in grief, high on one of the
drugs he took now and then and beyond her listening. He broke down
when she attempted to ask him to follow her, running away and
abandoning the house on his own.
Kunimitzu watched without moving, disappointed that he hadn’t
heard her but alike, contented, as much as she could comprehend either
of those feelings. She hadn’t failed her master. In a way, her
intervention made Lee snap leave the house, as he had wished, even
without her.
And so too that left her the last few moments to do what she had
wanted to do.

It was ordered that Kazuya Mishima would be given a proper
ritual after death, even though his cadaver would then be discarded
inside an active volcano. The controversy of those two different acts
didn't bother Kunimitzu, for how could she understand the purpose of
either of them?
She only knew where they kept him, waiting for the priests and
that was all she needed to know. Her mind was firm as it lead her
steps towards him.
She slipped into the broad room and in the centre of it, upon a
table covered by a deep velvet cloth, a body of someone who only a
little before was alive, lied immobile. The exposed skin nearly
glowed in the dark, paler as life had abandoned it. Looking at it
Kunimitzu halted, as she recognised the glow coming from him. It was
the same ghastly emission she had seen surrounding him so many times
before, especially when in the dark, when he was still alive. Was she
really so impetuous that she wasn't able to tell it was the shadow of
death, or had this been her only attempt to decoy herself, telling it
was something different?
That must have been it, she thought as she was getting closer
to his last bed. She had refused to believe that she had sensed death
around him, even though she knew she did. Creatures distanced from
the rushed daily life and are closer to her simplicity know when
someone is about to die.
Kazuya Mishima was lying upon the velvet covered table, his
limbs evenly arranged and the eyes that had horrified so many would
remain forever sealed. The frown had settled on his lips and
Kunimitzu wished his eyes would open, even though it would scare her
life away, but maybe, if Death would look into his eyes, would be
frightened too and walk away...
Other than that, he bared no signs of abuse or dirt, as though
the battle he had fought never occurred. Strangely, he was restored,
if only for her. She could have assumed he was sleeping like he was
all of the times she walked into his chamber, silently just to admire
him, even if she suspected he had known... only this once, she knew
he wasn't sleeping... The battle was not a dream and he was already
gone from this world or maybe he was closing his eyes because in
the other world people walk with the eyes shut... maybe that was the
reason...
Yes, that was it... He wasn't dead and she would allow herself
to be fooled once more. He was alive... only sleeping... So calm, so
silent... She wouldn't wake him up.
Gently she tapped her fingers upon his face, trailing down to
his jaw, the neck, following to the body. Cold was his skin and paler
than before, the skin that looked so aristocratic but she knew it had
tasted the hardships of poverty and living in nature's mercy, under
unjust beating like herself... She took his head in her palms and
bent upon it, laying her snout upon his forehead in respect. So would
the last farewell come, from her perhaps not too unreal face. She
wouldn't take off her mask. He didn't want it then, she wouldn't do
it now.
Few was her time and realising it, she frantically spread a
handkerchief below his head. She wouldn't let him go uncremated
either. She wouldn't let him go without taking a last memory of
him... She couldn't go without a last act of robbery...
Swiftly she worked her skilled fingers on the knife, cutting
off his hair, gathering them in the bundle. She controlled her tears
to preserve her clear vision as she cut his hair properly. Then, when
she was done, she gathered the handkerchief and placed the knife back
at her belt.
Undecided she looked at him a little more. The only thing that
had changed was his hair that had a finger's length, coating in a
dense black layer his sleeping head. Yes, he was only sleeping... Her
master... her lord... How could she ever let him go? How could she
ever believe he was dead?
She felt urged to run upon him and once more clasp his head
into her embrace, when she heard voices approaching. The priests were
on their way. In a last act of despair, she rushed upon him and so
she did.
"Goodbye master!" she faintly whispered, silently so as not to
wake him and without stroking his cheeks again, she run off.

With the bundle of hair in her clutch she run through the back
corridors of the mansion she knew so well, without anyone meeting
her. Only, a little before the exit, her heart couldn't take her
anymore, her vision couldn't lead her anymore. She stretched her hand
and panted on the wall.
She couldn't believe she was leaving...
So much behind she had left...
The bundle in her hands was warm and hair sticking out pinched
her fingers. One memory in her hand...
She couldn't take that memory. It was too heavy to carry. But
she couldn't throw it away either. She couldn't stay and she couldn't
go.
A window lay open before her. Her bright sunlighted escape from
all she had ever cared for all her life...
She knelt on the corner and blinded from tears, she took off
her mask. With her vision blurred, she unfolded the handkerchief and
grabbed a handful of the harsh, cut hair. She clenched them into her
fist with desperate passion before forcing them down her mouth.
Hair stuck on her sodden palm and spread everywhere upon her
and the floor, the tears of pain mixing with these of her body's
reaction. But she grabbed another handful of hair and ate them,
despite the jerking of her jaw as she cried. Hair stuck to her throat
and tears blinded her. She coughed at the third handful and for a
while she stopped, weeping over the pile of the black hair on the
white handkerchief...
Then she went on. She gulped mouthful after mouthful of black,
finger length, coarse hair along with tiny tears and she went on
gulping, even though she choked coughing back hair mixed in saliva
and blood... She wouldn't stop until she would swallow all his hair
and continued forcing them down with zealous devotion, so she would
always keep him within her...
...and when no more hair was left, she only wept, the prickle
down her neck only reminding her of how shamefully she had treated
his last sweet memories...
And then she stood up. She wiped her face with her handkerchief
and dried her eyes. Steadfastly she buckled the mask back on her head
and took the leap out of the window, under the sun, towards the
distance.

Perhaps there was no record of Kunimitzu's appearance anywhere
after that day but even if there were... it surely mentioned she has
never spoken. Not a single word.
-------------------------------------The End----------------------------------------------------------------------
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------------------------------------------------------- Part 7----------------------------------------------------------

"I have a last task for you, Kunimitzu..." he worded and
already her heart skipped. "You must find Wang Jinrey... and hand him
this letter..." he completed and stretched his hand holding a letter
to her.
Kunimitzu hesitantly took the letter in her hand but the fact
he was sending her to meet the man who so awfully defeated her in
battle was not the reason of her trembling anxiety.
"A last task, master?" she asked, the most discerning question
she ever posed.
But as he did not reply and looked away, with the letter at
hand, she took a step closer. His back wasn't moving as he breathed
but she knew there was something in his mind... something different
and one she dreaded. At then, she didn't completely know why.
"Kuni..." his voice reached for her and she halted, awaiting.
Soon he continued what he wanted to tell. Each of his words filled
her with horror.
"Once tomorrow comes, you won't be safe here anymore... there
is nothing I can do about it... Promise me you will go away... and
please take Lee with you... I fear for him..."
Her heart was in a mad drumbeat because that unspecified thing
started getting a horrendous actuality, however she declined to
accept it.
"Why are you saying such horrible things, master?" she dared to
ask, but she didn't want his reply anyway. She knew her lord was
dying.
He wouldn't have to tell her the words, not even speak, because
she understood him very well by then and inept creatures get those
things.
She shivered in horror and she could see him lost in that
dreadful coldness she had so many times picked wavering around him,
only now he was immersed in it and there was no way it would let him
go until it would have ingested all of him... Poor master... he would
sink into the pool of his own sorrow... all alone...
Her strong and otherwise steady hands, unfastened her mask and
in fear they removed it. Cold drift hit upon her dampened face and as
she looked at him for the first time without the mask, he was just
the same... only much closer, more tangible... more adorable...
"Do not you want to see my face, master?" she asked, her voice
feebly quivering, unchanged in echo as all the times but sounding
different, even to her own ears.
He didn't look back. He didn't even take a breath.
"Let's leave it this way, Kuni... perhaps it is better..." was
all that he said. And Kunimitzu swallowed her tears. Once again.
Clutching at the mask and the letter in her quavering hands,
she walked closer to him and once she was right behind him, she
placed one clutching palm upon his hardy neck... Her fingers kneaded
on the skin the same way they had done each time before but the fact
she wasn't covered and the knowing this was the last time made her
grip weak and her fingers trembling, the touch warmer and more deeply
longed than ever before.
She closed her face more than she ever thought she could
approach onto him and sensed the faint smell of his skin, gritting
her teeth and shutting her eyes. Before she knew it either, she
rushed and stole one sucking kiss from his neck. And then another
three, draining his salty taste and him if she could, the last kiss
leaving a soft bite upon him.
"Goodbye master..." she uttered and in a sprint she run away,
clenching her mask upon her chest, her eyes shut, flooding with
tears.
Vigorous footsteps chased her and he caught her before she was
very far. Right before the door.
She halted, crying, he stood behind her back, gripping at her,
his breath fell upon her nape. She heard his rapid heartbeat, not
undefiled from masculine desire. It only needed one forceful turning
to make her face him in all her shame.
"Please master..." she wept and she surrendered herself.
He never moved either. His grips upon her gradually loosened.
"I never knew, Kuni... I never knew..." he said deeply and she
knew he longed to let his head fall and rest upon her, but he
wouldn't. He would respect her secrecy and preserve the distance to
the last moment, so they would never know what would happen if he
forced her around and looked into her eyes, whether he would like to
smooth his fingers on her cheeks and through her hair before melting
together in a long lasting kiss.
It was too late to make a change, a wrong place, a wrong time
and in that never to be togetherness she found out all she had ever
longed to find, things that were new to her because he wasn't aware
of them either in order to speak about them, even though he had
expressed them so many times but didn't know what they were all
about...
And the other woman...
He had loved her, there was no doubt. But he had loved her too.
In a different way or the same, it didn't matter. No rule says you
can only love one. How can the love for one person make anyone blind
to the devotion of another and how can loving feelings not be
returned by alike caring ones? Loving one couldn't make incapable of
loving one other. Kunimitzu wouldn't understand the philosophy of
this but a simple heart is closer to the truth that needs no words to
be revealed and her heart conceived the meaning of it and more.
Kazuya slid his hands away from her and didn't bother her while
she buckled her mask back on her face, her every limp benumbed. She
dragged her steady steps to the door, her mask was hiding her tears
and even her cracked voice wouldn't show them ever again.
"Kuni..."
She halted by the door and fought against her urge to turn
around.
"Thank you for everything."
His voice was steady. Colourless as always but not in the way
he spoke to the others. She discerned a different echo in it for the
first time after so long and recognised it with bitter joy. And she
walked away, knowing she would never see him, ever again.

Even at his perplexity, Kunimitzu didn't find it easy facing
him. Wang Jinrey stared at her, wondering how she had managed to
sneak into his room and wondering what she had wanted, silently
standing before him with her knife secured at her belt.
"What is it?" his scrutinised voice asked her and she fought
her discomfort, tending him the letter she held at hand.
Taking a few steps closer, he took the letter from her hand and
glanced at it once. She saw his eyes flashing with recognition. He
then looked again up at her.
"I'll attend to it..." he affirmed, returning her non-existent
ever persistent stare that many thought they had seen and baffled at
its unreality hated her for it, with her master being the only
possible exception... Wang Jinrey seemed perturbed before that eyeing
and returned an equally discomfiting gaze. She broke free of it and
left, as silently as she had come.
There really was no point in staying more than needed.

When she came back, after handing the letter to Wang Jinrey,
the house was silent as before. A slight surprise met her, to hear
voices from the big hall.
The room was dark but she could hear them. It was her master,
speaking softly even with concern and after a time, a sweet feminine
voice answered him. Did she say that she loved him or she only
imagined the sharp stabbing through her heart?
With steps light as a cat's she approached the unclosed door
through where she had left and peeked in through.
Darkness could not conceal the truth from her eyes. The other
woman was there...
There with him. In the loneliness of the sitting room.
Together. Embraced. For the last time. Forever.
She sighed deep within her soul. For once more her eyes wetted
and her heart was shattered but she had to regain strength. She had
received all of his love. She would have never felt it. Yet in her
heart, she had no longer needed his verification. For she knew. He
could alike love them both. And he had loved her. In his own peculiar
way that cannot be spoken, because for a sentiment to be described,
it has to be completely felt, understood and verified. But the human
mind cannot perceive such delicate sensations and the soul has no
voice. So these things can only be transmitted by the heart. Like
they had always been.
Kunimitzu went to the next room. It was a small office with a
desk and libraries along two facing walls. Without turning on any
light, she sat on a settee, crossing her legs upon it, straightening
her back, without a tear of those blurring in her lids rolling on her
fleshy cheek behind her mask. Unmoved with devotion. He was her
master and she had loved him. Like he did. And tonight, even if for
the last time, she would do what she had promised him to do. She
would stay by his side and protect him.


The last rapine

When the Iron Fist tournament ended, Kunimitzu watched her
master dying at the hands of his father, hidden under the seats of
the stadium. Nobody noticed her.
She didn't cry. Not a tear escaped her eyes. Because his death
she had seen the night before and perhaps even from the very
beginning, so many times she had looked into his now forever gone
eyes. All this time the sorrow had killed her and her tears had
dried. She didn't die when Kazuya collapsed dead on the floor. After
that moment, her head was humming. She didn't hear anything more.

Lee was gone before she could stop him and take him away with
her, as she had promised. He was too in grief, high on one of the
drugs he took now and then and beyond her listening. He broke down
when she attempted to ask him to follow her, running away and
abandoning the house on his own.
Kunimitzu watched without moving, disappointed that he hadn’t
heard her but alike, contented, as much as she could comprehend either
of those feelings. She hadn’t failed her master. In a way, her
intervention made Lee snap leave the house, as he had wished, even
without her.
And so too that left her the last few moments to do what she had
wanted to do.

It was ordered that Kazuya Mishima would be given a proper
ritual after death, even though his cadaver would then be discarded
inside an active volcano. The controversy of those two different acts
didn't bother Kunimitzu, for how could she understand the purpose of
either of them?
She only knew where they kept him, waiting for the priests and
that was all she needed to know. Her mind was firm as it lead her
steps towards him.
She slipped into the broad room and in the centre of it, upon a
table covered by a deep velvet cloth, a body of someone who only a
little before was alive, lied immobile. The exposed skin nearly
glowed in the dark, paler as life had abandoned it. Looking at it
Kunimitzu halted, as she recognised the glow coming from him. It was
the same ghastly emission she had seen surrounding him so many times
before, especially when in the dark, when he was still alive. Was she
really so impetuous that she wasn't able to tell it was the shadow of
death, or had this been her only attempt to decoy herself, telling it
was something different?
That must have been it, she thought as she was getting closer
to his last bed. She had refused to believe that she had sensed death
around him, even though she knew she did. Creatures distanced from
the rushed daily life and are closer to her simplicity know when
someone is about to die.
Kazuya Mishima was lying upon the velvet covered table, his
limbs evenly arranged and the eyes that had horrified so many would
remain forever sealed. The frown had settled on his lips and
Kunimitzu wished his eyes would open, even though it would scare her
life away, but maybe, if Death would look into his eyes, would be
frightened too and walk away...
Other than that, he bared no signs of abuse or dirt, as though
the battle he had fought never occurred. Strangely, he was restored,
if only for her. She could have assumed he was sleeping like he was
all of the times she walked into his chamber, silently just to admire
him, even if she suspected he had known... only this once, she knew
he wasn't sleeping... The battle was not a dream and he was already
gone from this world or maybe he was closing his eyes because in
the other world people walk with the eyes shut... maybe that was the
reason...
Yes, that was it... He wasn't dead and she would allow herself
to be fooled once more. He was alive... only sleeping... So calm, so
silent... She wouldn't wake him up.
Gently she tapped her fingers upon his face, trailing down to
his jaw, the neck, following to the body. Cold was his skin and paler
than before, the skin that looked so aristocratic but she knew it had
tasted the hardships of poverty and living in nature's mercy, under
unjust beating like herself... She took his head in her palms and
bent upon it, laying her snout upon his forehead in respect. So would
the last farewell come, from her perhaps not too unreal face. She
wouldn't take off her mask. He didn't want it then, she wouldn't do
it now.
Few was her time and realising it, she frantically spread a
handkerchief below his head. She wouldn't let him go uncremated
either. She wouldn't let him go without taking a last memory of
him... She couldn't go without a last act of robbery...
Swiftly she worked her skilled fingers on the knife, cutting
off his hair, gathering them in the bundle. She controlled her tears
to preserve her clear vision as she cut his hair properly. Then, when
she was done, she gathered the handkerchief and placed the knife back
at her belt.
Undecided she looked at him a little more. The only thing that
had changed was his hair that had a finger's length, coating in a
dense black layer his sleeping head. Yes, he was only sleeping... Her
master... her lord... How could she ever let him go? How could she
ever believe he was dead?
She felt urged to run upon him and once more clasp his head
into her embrace, when she heard voices approaching. The priests were
on their way. In a last act of despair, she rushed upon him and so
she did.
"Goodbye master!" she faintly whispered, silently so as not to
wake him and without stroking his cheeks again, she run off.

With the bundle of hair in her clutch she run through the back
corridors of the mansion she knew so well, without anyone meeting
her. Only, a little before the exit, her heart couldn't take her
anymore, her vision couldn't lead her anymore. She stretched her hand
and panted on the wall.
She couldn't believe she was leaving...
So much behind she had left...
The bundle in her hands was warm and hair sticking out pinched
her fingers. One memory in her hand...
She couldn't take that memory. It was too heavy to carry. But
she couldn't throw it away either. She couldn't stay and she couldn't
go.
A window lay open before her. Her bright sunlighted escape from
all she had ever cared for all her life...
She knelt on the corner and blinded from tears, she took off
her mask. With her vision blurred, she unfolded the handkerchief and
grabbed a handful of the harsh, cut hair. She clenched them into her
fist with desperate passion before forcing them down her mouth.
Hair stuck on her sodden palm and spread everywhere upon her
and the floor, the tears of pain mixing with these of her body's
reaction. But she grabbed another handful of hair and ate them,
despite the jerking of her jaw as she cried. Hair stuck to her throat
and tears blinded her. She coughed at the third handful and for a
while she stopped, weeping over the pile of the black hair on the
white handkerchief...
Then she went on. She gulped mouthful after mouthful of black,
finger length, coarse hair along with tiny tears and she went on
gulping, even though she choked coughing back hair mixed in saliva
and blood... She wouldn't stop until she would swallow all his hair
and continued forcing them down with zealous devotion, so she would
always keep him within her...
...and when no more hair was left, she only wept, the prickle
down her neck only reminding her of how shamefully she had treated
his last sweet memories...
And then she stood up. She wiped her face with her handkerchief
and dried her eyes. Steadfastly she buckled the mask back on her head
and took the leap out of the window, under the sun, towards the
distance.

Perhaps there was no record of Kunimitzu's appearance anywhere
after that day but even if there were... it surely mentioned she has
never spoken. Not a single word.
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hope you guys enjoyed reading this very emotional... blah blah blah blah


I came across in the internet... a petition to get kunimitsu back in tekken... but the servers not functioning... guess its done... hehe ....

her name means national light.... uhmmmm very patriotic...

well i once used her a lot... pretty decent, just that some of her attacks are kinda weak... but i guess she is not all out offense character... she is kinda an evading character....



pls. comment and add some stuff too... bloody reaction are pretty much appreciated...
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ok after some heart-warming tale about kunimitsu ... lets have another jin story....This is a brief piece on his feelings on becoming the devil in his PSX ending.
and i mean brief (not the underwear... of course)
its done by Dark Ki....
then later maybe i will post a longer story....
I do Hope some people are reading this stuffs... it feels like i am talking to myself... very weird
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A Devil’s Son
by Dark Ki

What have I become?
I’ve never known such joy as I did when I saw the expression of
disbelief on my grandfather’s face when I surged to my feet. I couldn’t
die; nothing he could do would ever harm me again. Had I not been so
enraged at his betrayal, I would’ve laughed at the power coursing through
me, power I’d never completely known but always felt was there.
I thought I’d become a god.
Killing Toshin was, I’d thought, the most satisfying thing I’d ever
done. But after rising from the dead to take my vengeance on the man I
trusted once, I realized that I was wrong. I admit it: I loved throwing
the bastard though the wall of his own precious Syndicate. And I felt so
free when I threw myself to the winds, opening my strong black wings to
the night and driving my own treacherous kin into the stone walk far below. I didn’t bother to see if I’d killed him; I’d been so confident that nothing-- nothing-- could survive my fury, that I flew away without looking back. I left my old life behind. My grandfather had succeeded: Jin Kazama did die that night.
But a new Jin Kazama, one who knew of hatred and deceit, of evil
strength and dark joy, rose from his ashes.
And now I’m staring at myself in the reflection of a still lake.
What I see terrifies me: eyes the color of sulphur not quite hidden by
my bangs, which had grown past my chin, and the delicate, black
brushstroke patterns on my forehead, marking me as a part of my father’s
family. The Devil’s family.
I was wrong. I hadn’t become a god. I’d transformed myself into
a monster through my own rage.
I’m still easily startled by my wings; they open suddenly when I
become agitated, like they’ve done just now. They look like an angel’s
wings, but their pitch black color attests to their devil origins. It’s
strange to see myself like this. I’m not at all used to my own body
now. It’s a stranger’s face looking back at me from the water. I just
don’t feel right anymore. My instincts are changing; my mind’s on
fire. I can’t even think straight. Oh god... what if I hurt someone?
I don’t know if I have the power to stay in control!
I have to leave this place, stay as far away from everyone as I
can. I can’t risk letting the reins slip from my hands. I don’t know
when I’ll come back. I guess I will whenever I can find a way to bury
the
devil within me forever.
Mother, Father gave me this terrible power, made me into a devil’s
son. Please, if I can’t ever be totally human again, then at least help
me to be a dark angel.


by lilykane

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told ya its brief....
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And the last post for this day, week, month, year... really don't know
anyway... its another jin story...

After becoming the demon, he wanders alone and in pain. Then, one day, he finds out that love can help him surmount the budding evil within...

Note from the author:
The girl in this story is not defined. It may or may not be a Tekken female, I did not give her a name or any sure identity, because its hard to find the suitable gal for Jin. And even if I did, I won't like it that much [for some exceptions]. I suppose you won't too. Anyway, this occurs after the stunning realisation that Jin has been taken under the evil spirit; and tries to fight.
...
this story is by Ginger Snaps...
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I divided it into two separate parts... Enjoy... yes i know... its full of emotions today... must be the flu!
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THE MAN IN THE MIST
By Ginger Snaps

One day, a beautiful lady was bathing in the desolate forest of
Yakushima. This was the very forest where Jun had raised her son Jin.
While relaxing, a little bird descended and rested on her finger.

"Ah, the woods. The forest. It gives me so much relief to be here.
Here I am, basking in the morning sunlight and bathing in its cool waters.
Yet something's strange. I feel as if the very forest I've been setting my
foot on gives a story. What could it be? Its as if the very place I
bathe, someone's accompaniment to me." She said softly, staring at the
little bird.

Not very far away, a strange man was watching. He hid behind one of
the trees. He watched intently, for he has not seen such beauty and
physique. The man was deeply fascinated thus drawing closer and closer,
hiding in a bush only a few feet away. There she was, there he was.
He couldn't approach her, besides of the reasons you may think, but
something else. It was a sincere intention, not merely for reasons of
lust. He didn't have the courage, he was afraid to scare her away.

(by: Lilykane...... i know its the forest but hey... try finding one... am too lazy to edit anything today )

Look at me...look at her... Thinking to himself. I am nothing but
a terrible creature to both men and animals. What more to such a woman?
What did I do to deserve this! I was never there when misfortune befell
my father, I never wanted any of this. I don't want any of this, and I
will never want any of this! ...I could appear before her, with my normal
self. But I could only do it for brief moments. I can't control it, but
I have to fight it, and I fight it.

"Mmmm...mmmm..." she hums a beautiful melody, as if it sounded
like a lullaby. The bird chirped along, creating a harmonious tune which
echoed in the woods. He couldn't resist it anymore, he just had to take a
look at her; look her in the eye. The man surfaced quietly and leaned
forward to see, a woman with long flowing hair and a back as white as
snow. Her body was shapely, you can tell from the sight of her skin it
was soft, smooth and her beautiful hands warm enough to heal his inner
wounds. As he was about to walk towards the lady, he stepped on a twig
and it broke her humming. The man alarmed, he took a step back.

The woman whirled around and the bird flew to a tree branch, still
chirping. She covered her body, looked at him with little shock and more
concern. She felt his presence so honest, meaning no harm. The man was
frozen in his state. He couldn't move a muscle -- not even one of his
fine muscles. He couldn't afford to, this woman melted him. He gathered
himself, turned around to walk away fast.

And as he was about to, she shouted. "Let me finish dressing. Just a
moment. Please, I won't hurt you -- throw anything at you! I could feel
you...you don't want any harm." The lady rushed to meet him. He turned
around to face her. She was stunned by this man. He was so...fine
looking and very, very, very handsome. The girl was very astounded.

"I could understand from the looks of it, that you live here," she
told the man in a friendly tone.

"Yes," he replied.

"What is your name? Please tell me."

"The name's Jin. Kazama--..." before he could finish mentioning his
name, he felt odd and he knew he was transforming again... He turned
around and ran fast.

"Wait! Wait!" she cried. She chased after him, but he was too
quick for her. Jin, seeing he had cleared of her presence, he spread
his wings and flew away. "Jin! Jin! Where are you?! Please!" The girl
halted from running and sat on the ground. Who is the real him? She
wondered aimlessly. I know I will see him again...I just know.. The
girl stood up and walked off.

Two days have past and she returned to the forest. Walking on
another route as she was to go home, she saw a house -- a house burned
down to the ground. Surprisingly enough, ruins were still there. The
girl approached it. She touched it and walked around. Jin appeared on
her mind.

"I wonder if Jin knows about this."

"Yes, I do know," he replied. "I know why, I know when and what,
and you already know where.

"Jin, where are you?" She looked around to see, but he was nowhere
to be found. She started walking into the woods.

"Stop!" He said. "Don't come any nearer. Return to the ruins. I
will speak to you from there. I will hear you and you will hear me."

"Alright," the girl said and then she went back. Jin couldn't
appear to her, for reasons you know, neither could he hide it any longer.
"Well, I'm here. So go on," she said.

"Return during the dusk. I will tell you everything on the very
place you're standing on...the ruins..."

"Will I see you?" she asked.

"...Y-yes...you will."

Dusk it was. She found her way to the ruins. "Kazama! Jin-san!
Are you there?" she cried. Nobody answered. Then suddenly, there was a
cold, slightly strong gust of wind. Jin had arrived. He flew and landed
at the end of the house, darkness hiding him; he was behind her a couple
of feet away. "Kazama Jin! Where are you?"

"I am over here, just behind you. But don't move a muscle. I will
be the one to come to you."

She nodded. "So, tell me the story. What happened Jin-san?"

"I used to live here, with my mother. It was only the two of us in
this desolate forest. We lived in the woods. I had no father, and it
was only when I was 15 that I had learned about him, his identity. Mother
fought to keep me what I was. I learned from her, I admired her. She was
a great warrior too. With a strong soul...and her soul sparked everything.
One night, Toshin, the fighting god came. I tried to protect my mother, but
I wasn't able to. He hit me unconscious. The next thing I saw when I woke
up was the house, burned to the ground and mother, dead. She knew that
Toshin was coming for her soul, and so she told me that if anything
happened to her, I was to go to my grandfather Heihachi. Heihachi Mishima."

"You are the grandson of the Mishima! Well what are you doing here?
Aren't you supposed to be with your grandfather?" she asked.

"I will explain it as I go on. He organised the King of the Iron Fist
Tournament which persuaded Toshin to join. I joined too. When I defeated
Ogre, Heihachi came with his men, the Tekkenshu and shot me. Suddenly,
I transformed to another being. Something I do not like. I attacked him,
smashing him so hard that he came through the wall and fell on the ground
with a strong impact that left the concrete shattered. I jumped from the
temple and my wings spread. I fell on him and held him for the last time.
Then I flew away, off to the night. And here I am talking to you, with
you... and I suppose that my very self will explain everything."

The girl turned around. She was curiously waiting to see what he
had meant. Jin took steps forward. 1...2...3. A ray of moonlight showed
part of him. The printings on his face, his eyes red and glaring, his
hand--his hand, beast-like claws. He covered his face and knelt to the
ground hiding himself from her. He was crying. Jin expected her to run
away and let out a loud scream of fright. He looked at her, waiting. But
she didn't go away. At Jin's sight, she glowed brightly before him. She
was as if an angel helping him out of his misery. Her eyes showed love,
care and courage. She took a step and knelt in front of him, boldly
touching his face. The girl felt tears, his tears. She drew out her other
hand and held his. He held her hand. She brought his hand to her,
letting him touch and feel her face. His touched sensed a smile on her
lips. Then she drew close to hug him.

"I know you are a good person. Your heart is what you are. You are strong
Jin Kazama. You can defeat the evil that is trying to take you. You, Jin,
are Jun Kazama's son. Feel her presence, let her help you. You can be
yourself as you were before. And wherever your father may be, he will be
freed of his evil through you. It has to stop now because its just starting.
You have to break the link because its your future. I am here too, stand by
me." The girl said in a caring manner.

"Th-thank you," Jin said in return. They both stood up. "I better get you
home." He spread his wings wide and carried her, and they flew off to the
night.
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The sun was shining and she woke up to a beautiful morning. She combed her
hair and ribboned it. She sat by the window, closed her eyes and bathed in
the warm glow of the sun. Then something landed on her cheek...a petal --
white rose! She looked outside the window to see where it came from. It
came from the skies. It was raining flowers of many kinds! Roses, tulips
and little santans and many more! The she spotted down looking at her was
JIn. It was the handsome normal Jin, he smiled and walked away disappearing
from her sight in the morning mist. Then on the window sill, was a pink
rose with a ribbon tied on its stem. She got it and held it close to her
chest.

She is right. He quietly thought to himself as he wandered off. I am Jin.
I am Jin. I am Jin. I live by the principles taught by my mother. And I
must keep it that way.

Night came. It was raining heavily. Lightning struck the land, and thunder
roared in the sky. Raindrops fell on the roof like stones, heavy and noisy.
The wind was strong and cold. There the girl was in her room, moping around
for no reason she could explain. She was trying to get herself to sleep, but
that was not to be. The girl kept tossing and turning on her bed. "Jin...
no! That's impossible...nothing's going to happen. Nothing." Then she
heard a soft knock on the window. "Jin!" She quickly opened the window and
helped him in. He was sopping wet, wearing nothing but his gi pants. He
looked tired, and he panted; he was so exhausted. The girl took a dry towel
and wiped Jin's face, arms and hands dry. "Why did you come?"

"I have come here for you. I have come to bid you goodbye."

"Why? Tell me!" her voice sounding with anxiety and fear all over it. She
had a look on her face as if dread was written on it.

Jin replied with assured eyes. "There is a score I have to settle. I will
end it tonight. I don't know if I am to return to you; whether I will win on
this fight. If I emerge the victor, I will be with you. I will be with you.
I will always be by your side."

Tears were in the girl's eyes and she held him. Jin kissed her tenderly on
the forehead and flew away.

As he flew through the rain, he halted on a cliff in the desolate forest.
"Father, look at me! Take a good glance at your son, of which you turned to
a monster. This is a monster of your own self and not mine. I will drive
this demon out of me no matter what, even if it takes my own life! This has
to end now!" Jin shouted.

"And what do you suppose are you going to do? How will you fight it? Its
already in you. How do you expect to defeat it when you can't even control
it? Tell me boy! Take it as a I did. Follow my footsteps." replied Kazuya,
who was unseen, only his voice indicated he was there.

"No, never. I have a life to live as a person. Not as some evil creature.
I don't want to be a slave!"

"Don't you want power? Strength to defeat a 1,000 men? Money? Now that's
great slavery! Power, strength, money and much, much more!" Kazuya said,
injecting a slight mockery in his voice.

Jin gritted his teeth. He cried, "A slave of misery, bitterness and hatred.
That's what it is! If you had not let yourself give in to evil, you would
have been a father -- a better father. This is not only my vendetta, I'm
making yours and mother's!"

A strange voice talked to Jin inside of him. "Do you really think you can
drive me off? Let's see about that!"

Jin fell to the ground as he had a strong blow to the stomach. He didn't see
a hand nor fist, he knew it was coming from the evil spirit. As the thunder
sounded and lightning struck, so did it do damage to him. Jin acquired
bruises, punches, scratches and wounds. Every time he attempted to stand, he
was always pinned down. He was kicked at and punched at.

--I know you are a good person...Your heart is
what you are...You are strong Jin Kazama...You
can defeat the evil that is trying to take you...
You are Jun's son...Feel her presence, let her
help you...You can be yourself as you were
before...And wherever your father may be, he
will be freed of his evil through you...It has
to stop before it has begun...I am here too,
stand by me...--

These words ran in Jin's mind as he lay prone on the ground. "You can't win
me over!" He stood up valiantly and released energy as bright as the sun and
expelled the demon. He had so much strength that he was glowing with bright
light.

"Impossible! You are not that strong! You are feeble!"

"No. You've dwelt on the Mishima bloodlines too long. This has to end now.
You've imprisoned grandpa through making him hate my father and father reci-
procated it the same. Now it is time to set him free. Its time to set my-
self and my family free!"

The devil departed from Jin. His black mark vanished and he returned to nor-
mal. Then coming from behind, a big ugly beast came before him. With his
new found determination despite being weary, he beat up the beast to smithe-
renes.

"You've won. But I'll be lurking always... and anywhere," then the evil
spirit disappeared.

Tired and beaten Jin Kazama knelt on the ground and slowly lay on it. The
storm stopped. As he lay unconscious, a glow of light descended upon him like
a shooting star. It was his mother's spirit. As she upon him, she healed
his inflictions and returned Jin to normal health. Jun spoke to her son.
"Jin, I'm so proud of you. First you conquered Toshin, then you defeated the
devil. You're free as a bird. You may return to her now, and I assure you
you have my blessings."

"But mother, how about...father?" he asked.

Jun replied, "His soul is free. It will return pure and clean if he chooses
to. That I'm sure he will choose. Goodbye, son." And she returned to the
heavens.

Jin on the other hand was awestruck. Never did everything like it could ever
happen to him, to an ordinary nineteen year old, at least. He just looked up
to the heavens and split into a smile. He stared at the star shining brightly
in the night sky, then he saw another one. "Father..." Jin muttered.

The next morning, the girl woke up. She was suprised to know that she was
able to sleep when she knows that she had to mope around and think of Jin.
Ironically, she slept like a baby. As she awoke, she still had heavy eyes.
The girl did not rise from bed right away, she wanted to sleep more. She
reached for her favorite pillow. When she turned to her right and placed her
arm on it, the pillow felt different. It was not as soft nor fluffy; it was
rock hard. And it felt like human skin. Realising this, she quickly looked
up -- it was Jin sleeping beside her; holding her secure in his strong and
fit arms. The girl looked at him fondly, felt his gentle breath touching her
forehead, and the way he slept, he was like an innocent child. As she stared
at him, he woke up. He smiled at her. "I told you I will return."

"Yes, you did." She was so happy. Then something outside captured her atten-
tion. Flower petals -- beautiful flowers again! The girl sat up in bed.
"Wow, Jin! Where do you get all those flowers?" she asked.

Jin rose up and sat too. He scratched his head. "I didn't do that." The
girl turned around and gave a puzzled look.

"You didn't? I pretty much believe you're the only one who does that."

Then Jun, his mother and Kazuya, his father, came to his mind. He replied,
"Well now I remember...some people in heaven that wish us the best and hap-
piness." With that he kissed her lightly on the cheek and embraced her.

"Will you leave me if something happens again?" the girl asked.

"I love you so much that I can't afford to lose you because of my own faults.
I can't assure, I can't say that nothing will come up again. But of course,
if I have to leave you, I just want you alive and well. And besides, the
present matters now. We have each other, that's what is important. You and
me, me and you." Jin sincerely replied.

"I'm lucky. I have the perfect man with me. The rarest in the whole world."
The girl said, as they watched petals raining in the morning sky.

" No, I'm the one who's lucky. You are the only one who accepted me and never
feared me no matter how I looked and what I am." Jin commented.

"What you were," the girl said in return.

The morning sun was shining brightly in the sky. Beautiful flowers were co-
ming from the heavens, the wind was blowing softly and made the leaves rustle,
and the mist gave a heavenly, paradise-like look all over the place.


by lilykane
--------------------------------------------End of Part 2--------------------------------------------------------

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Nice fanfics....
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Nice fanfics....


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been a while since i posted something so here goes... another from my archive... stashed away in my hard drive ... been doing a lot of dusting in my laptop.. so here goes... its by SHIKI and its a story about nina williams... Here is a commendable piece on a possible version of her history, and why she might have turned out the way she did.

and its a bit short..

hope you guys like it

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