TEKKEN 3 - THE UNHEARD-OF SIDE Version 1.0
by Jin Kazama
jinkazama@unforgettable.com
**Somewhere in the beautiful home of thy loving couple Jin and Julia**
"This is outrageous! Jin! JIN!" Julia Chang a.k.a Mrs. Jin Kazama
screeched as she sorted through a pile of magazines, her face a perfect
picture of fury.
"Yes honey?" Jin Kazama raised a quizzical eyebrow as he glanced up
from the newspaper. After his two-month long marriage to this Native
American perfectionist and idealist extraordinare, he was long since
accustomed to her bouts of near-psychotic hysteria.
"Look at this, just look at this!" Julia strew a crumpled magazine
onto his lap in her anger. He did, and shyly averted his eyes almost
immediately.
"Jin, that isn't me." His wife sighed as she picked it up, waving it
in the air like a floppy rag doll.
"I know; all the more reason not to look. Anyway, since when were you
ever the cover girl for Playboy?" Jin frowned thoughtfully, staring into her
deep brown eyes which were concurrently flaming.
"How many times do I have to tell you that it isn't me. And I know
you're probably going to ask how I came into possession of such an outrage
to the feminine race, so I'll just tell you that that magazine was our
wedding gift from your good friend, Hwoarang."
Jin sat up. "Hwoarang?"
"Yes, it was originally for you, but you know me. All archaeologists
have to dig up something every once in a while. I hope you book a flight to
Korea this evening, and bring my video camera along. I want to see how you
plan to kill him." Julia said solemnly.
"But honey, he's got all good intentions. I suppose he just wanted to
show me how you would look so I could prepare myself."
His reply was a shriek from his wife. "How can you still defend him
you moron?! Ever since he befriended that tin can Yoshimitty or something,
they've been going around doing covers for such trash with the tin can's
photo scanner and warper inbuilt with the late Bryan Fury's metal-plated
internal organs."
"It was a horrible way to die." Jin agreed, his mind distant.
"THAT WASN"T WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT!"
...Marriage life, such bliss.
**********
**Somewhere else**
Ling Xiaoyu tugged at her high-school uniform skirt impatiently. There
was only two more minutes before class was to start, and Hwoarang, the only
friend whom she had persuaded to attend the same school was nowhere in
sight.
Pursing her lips, she thought of her former schoolmate, Jin Kazama.
He could have been the most boring person in the world, but at least they
had martial arts in common. With the other girls, the only topics they ever
talked about were boys, boys and more boys. Sheesh. No life.
And now, good old Jin had quit school to marry his beloved, the ever
talkative Julia Chang from some weird place in America, and she had been
left to face the evil math teacher... alone.
With this, she had tried convincing Hwoarang and his gang of friends
to join her in school, but they apparently declined her generous offer. Only
Hwoarang, brave Hwoarang, agreed to it after she threatened to tell on him
to Detective Lei Wulong, Hong Kong Supercop and trusted friend.
"Hey! Yu!" She heard a voice. Suppressing her utter relief and joy at
it, she pasted a scowl on her baby-face before turning to greet him.
"You're late. We could've been late." Xiaoyu snarled as best she could
without laughing.
Hwoarang on the other hand, clad in a leather jacket and blue jeans,
could not contain his laughter as he replied nonchalantly, "We ARE late."
Xiaoyu looked at her watch. Her face turned pale. Wrath clouded over
her features. This time the Korean had something to worry about.
"HHWWWOOOAAAAARRRAAAANNNGGG!!!"
**********
**Somewhere in Ireland, or was it Scotland?**
"Yesss!" Nina Williams threw a dart at the face of her sister pasted
on the wall. Bullseye! She threw another and another.
Just then, the doorbell rang. "Who dares to disturb my practice
session?" She roared.
"Your dear sister" came the reply.
Before Nina could even reply, the door flew back at her as Anna
Williams landed from her flying kick, a smirk on her face. "You ready?" She
asked in an extraordinarily soft voice.
Nina recovered from her shock almost immediately, a sure smile on her
face as she shifted to a fighting stance. "Always, sister."
"It's Show Time."
With that they tilted back their heads, trying to compete with each
other to see who had a sluttier pose.
Ah well, but you know sisters.
**********
**America America & The Dream Goes On!**
Not so for Paul Phoenix. For six months after he had returned from the
Tekken 3 Tournament, his best friend Marshall Law would not speak to him on
account of his willfulness in taking his son to the tournament with him.
And now, when he finally did, it was to challenge him to a sparring match.
And knowing Marshall, he was one fighter not to mess with when he was angry.
"Well, old man, you ready?"
"Certainly, Marshall."
"Good, because I'm gonna kill you."
Paul paled. Forrest, the cause of his current woes, sat quietly by the
side of the ring, watching battle between father and friend.
Law charged Paul first with a high-pitched shriek. Paul deflected his
blow, but got thrown back anyway. Raising his head as he lay flat on the
floor, he could only utter a curse as he saw Law leap into the air, ready
to... ready to... LAND ON HIM!
Paul rolled. Law landed. "Please, old friend, I'm sure we should be
able to talk things out..."
"Please 'old friend', I prefer not to." And Law came in again with a
series of side kicks.
"Why not?" Paul slid out of his stance, his lips forming the question.
Law sighed. "Maybe you're right. Maybe we should talk things out."
Paul smiled, until he continued, "After this."
And the fight went on. Law launched more kicks. Paul deflected more
kicks. Forrest witnessed more kicks between his father and Uncle Paul.
Finally, a good hour had passed. Forrest had fallen asleep--
involuntarily after he had been an accidental target of his crazed father.
Law had finally caught Paul in a headlock.
"Alright, you win." Paul shrugged, but Law would not release his hold.
"Why won't you let go?"
"The backflip will be enough to release you from my hold." came the
steady reply.
"But I-- you won't let go otherwise, now will you?"
"No, I won't. Anyway I have been teaching you this move for the last
twenty years; you should know how to execute it."
Paul gulped. Then, he concentrated. With a spark of Ki, he leapt high
into the air, whirling as he executed the backflip, or at least part of it.
It wasn't high enough though.
His hair caught on the carpeting, and unable to maintain his balance,
Paul fell face first onto his friend, Law. And they were both sent to Utopia
to join Forrest instantly.
...So that talk'll have to wait another six hours. No big deal. Right?
**********
**Brazil (it's on the map, thank you very much)**
Eddy Gordo yawned as he straightened his bow tie. Being an
international super star and multiple award winner for the dance of Capoeira
wasn't all sugar and spice.
But it was good money, and good fun. It gave him the power he couldn't
attain at the stupid tournament because he had lost to a naggy girl. If only
he had worn ear muffs before the fight; at least then he might have won.
Now, Eddy was preparing himself to receive his much-craved award for
the International Dancer of the Year competition where only the best of the
best could participate in.
Checking his appearance one last time in his mirror, he smiled a wide
smile, admiring his full tuxedo just before his wonderful name was being
announced. "You handsome devil you, you're gonna bag the ladies with your
superb dancing skills!"
On his way down the red carpet to the dim-lit stage with his name on
it, he flashed a bright smile to the press as well as his many fans. It
disappeared almost as quickly though, when he noticed the other person, if
it could be called a person, who had stolen his limelight.
There, on the stage, and with twice as much coverage, was the machine
Gun Jack. It had gone missing from the Mishima Zaibatsu before the
tournament had ended, and now here it was. And it was in the very act of
making the ladies swoon with its infamous Russian war-dance.
Eddy could literally feel his blood boil as he approached the robot.
No one, NO ONE messes with my dance career and lives, or in its case,
remains in one whole piece.
**********
**Mexico City**
"...AND NOW WE WELCOME K-I-N-G!"
The announcer for the New Mexican wrestling federation declared
enthusiastically as the crowd literally went wild, chanting cries of his
name over and over again.
But no King turned up. Some of the wind went out of the announcer as
he scratched his head. Then he tried again. "Lo and behold, the man of the
land, King!"
But still no King appeared. The announcer went off the handle. "Where
the Hell is King?! I swear, when I get my hands on that filthy jaguar-
wannabe I am going to skin him alive, King or no--..." But his voice trailed
off after he realized that he still had the microphone near his lips, which
meant...
"Uh, no hard feelings right?" He forced a meek grin, and all Hell was
unleashed. Blood-red, or Tomato-red Hell, at least. The enraged spectators
hurled whatever they could lay their hands on at him-- and not to mention
their aim was more than precise.
Tomatoes, eggs, crackers and chips... the announcer was up to his ears
in splotchy foods. And I mean LITERALLY. Tough luck there, fella. Never mess
with the King, in his presence or out of it.
Meanwhile on the other side of town, the Mexican wrestler was
surrounded by the children in his orphanage. Cries of "Brother" echoed
through the street as they gathered around him, wanting eagerly to hear the
news from his latest adventures and fights.
King merely smiled. He loved every one of them, and he would never
desert them, this he promised, even on his busy schedule. And that was when
he remembered his appearance at the Ringside that very night. He HAD to
show! With a hasty goodbye he ran from one end of the street to the other
end where the Coliseum was to be...
His promise could wait... It HAD to.
**********
**Back in the Kazamas' beautiful home**
Jin stood directly in front the bathroom mirror, adjusting his tie for
work. Ever since Heihachi had 'retired' after being caught up with a
terminal mental illness, Jin had become the rightful President and CEO of
his long-coveted Mishima Zaibatsu.
Frowning at his reflection, he felt that something was still
undeniably wrong somewhere. Deciding it was too many careless tufts of
fringe straying from the rest of his neatly pulled-back hair, he reached for
his tube of self-titled Mishima Jin-Gel Spice hair gel, he slathered another
half a tube on his fringe. Finally, after twenty more minutes of careful
examination, he stepped out of the bathroom, unsatisfied but pleased,
somewhat.
As he headed out the door, Julia called out to him. "What is it Dear?"
He responded.
"You don't have to get breakfast today, Jin. I've finally decided to
let you taste home cooking again." She proudly announced.
A drop of sweat trickled down the side of his head. "Did you say you
were making breakfast?" He asked almost timidly.
"Yes! After almost two months of such deprivation, I realized the
wife's utmost duty is to cook for the man she loves." She beamed, an apron
in hand.
"Are you sure? It only takes--?"
"I SAID I WAS COOKING!"
Jin did not protest any further.
Five minutes later found him slouching at the dining table, absent-
mindedly twirling his chopsticks. The last time his wife had cooked, the
food tasted exactly like the relics she spent all of her time digging up--
dusty, ancient and inedible.
Then, he smelt Thinner. Looking up, he saw Julia make her way to him
with a plate of-- of-- something that vaguely resembled eggs and-- and--?
His stomach lurched, and it took all his reserves to remain in his seat
without squirming and with a smile on his face.
"Looks good," He lied through his teeth.
"I know," Julia replied smoothly. "Go on, try it."
Jin turned green. He could feel himself turn green. He wondered why
she didn't see. "Try it? Uh...Uh...sure thing, Honey."
Julia smiled whole-heartedly, satisfied with herself. "Alright then.
I've got to wash up, but I'll be back soon. I hope you'd have finished
everything on your plate by then."
Jin could only nod. He couldn't look at the food. He would throw up if
he did. At a loss on what to do, he kicked the sleeping Kuma under the table
accidentally. The bear woke up with a growl, and an idea struck the boy.
As swiftly as he could, he dumped the contents on his plate into
Kuma's supper dish, after which he used it to nudge Kuma's nose. He felt
sure that Kuma would take care of the rest, considering that the grizzly ate
anything and everything.
It took a sniff at the food. Then another. And with its nose, pushed
the dish away. Jin was shocked beyond words. Even the bear wouldn't touch
it!
His blood began to race. He could hear Julia from the kitchen.
Grabbing Kuma's supper dish, he rushed to the window and dumped everything
out. He swore that he could hear an angry shout after which, but paid no
attention as he just managed to get back before Julia came out.
Looking at his spotless plate, she could not withhold her second
smile. "You must really like it," She said in delight, to which he nodded
quickly.
"That's great!" She then continued. "I've got more in the kitchen, and
this time I can watch you enjoy your meal."
Jin nearly fell off his seat. "Err...err...I don't think so, Honey."
He murmured his excuse. "I've REALLY got to run now, okay? Bye!"
And without waiting for her answer he practically fled for his stomach
out the door.
**********
**Mishima Industrial High**
The screeching high-pitched tone of the dismissal bell rang far and
irritatingly loud, but for Xiaoyu and Hwoarang, they had been personally
excluded from the bustling mob of the other students who were racing to the
nearest discotheque or arcade. And Xiaoyu for one, wasn't particularly
happy.
"It's all YOUR fault that we're in this mess!" She snapped as soon as
he stepped into the deserted classroom.
"What mess?" He asked, ignorant.
"THAT WE GOT DETENTION BECAUSE WE WERE LATE!" Xiaoyu yelled, her
cheeks fiery red in her rage.
"You mean you got Detention because you were late." He skirted with an
incredibly cool candor.
"What are you babbling about you big idiot?" She snapped impatiently.
"I didn't get the big 'D'; call me lucky. I could have for being late,
but I got out of it because I was as of yet unfamiliar with the school
rules. I could also have gotten it later for being, as they say, 'rude' to
my Math teacher-- that old bitch-- but I got out of it too. And the reason
should be here in..." He paused, an arrogant smile on his face, "exactly
ten seconds."
10....9....8....7....6....5....
"What reason?"
4....3....2....1....
"Hello Xiaoyu, glad to see you here again!" A mellifluous female voice
rang out. The girl's heart dropped. Her form teacher was, as some touted,
not only the youngest one at the age of twenty, but also the most beautiful
and sought-after woman.
If that wasn't bad enough, she had known from that first day's lessons
that from the moment the Korean had strutted in, no other girl could take
her eyes off him. He was THAT irresistible.
"Good afternoon Miss Mizunai." Hwoarang flashed her a dazzling smile,
and for a second Xiaoyu could have sworn that Miss Mizunai had actually been
captivated. Gross.
"Ahh, good afternoon yourself. And please, call me Hikaru-chan if you
may."
Hikaru-chan? Xiaoyu couldn't help rolling her eyes.
Just then Hwoarang turned to her. "Hey Yu! I'm treating Miss Mi-- I
mean Hikaru-chan to some ice-cream." The girl's heart leapt. Did he just say
ICE-CREAM?
"...I'll come back for you afterward, okay?" He flashed another smile,
though this time it was aimed at her, but she merely made a rude face. No
ice-cream for her. And Detention to top things off. Darn.
Xiaoyu had half a mind to strongly protest, but she was too late. Her
friend had already succeeded in waltzing 'Hikaru-chan' out the door.
**********
**Back In The Streets Of Tokyo, Japan,
in front of the Mishima Zaibatsu Main Compound**
Jin sighed as he walked out of the building, subconciously adjusting
his tie once again. The stress had been getting to him now that he was the
main man of the internationally-recognized Syndicate and with now Grand-dad
to support him. The only positive thing that had come out of this was the
plain fact that he would no longer have someone stand behind him and whack
his head with a rolled-up newspaper every time he screwed up somewhere.
His stomach gave an awesome growl just then. Jin could swear that a
few people had turned to look, but whenever he looked up they tried to avoid
his gaze. But then he was by far, the wealtiest man in Japan. Er... make
that BOY.
Scratching his head in the same way that used to get Julia buying him
more bottles of Anti-Dandruff shampoo, Jin scoured for a decent place to get
a meal. He had come out for his lunch break half-an-hour earlier so as to
avoid the screaming hoard of female fans he never failed to draw, so there
might have been a chance that the lunchtime turnover would not be as fresh.
Undecided, Jin heaved a sigh. Maybe he could go get some ice-cream to
cool himself off before lunchtime. At least then he would be able to avoid
his fans, get to eat an edible meal. Better yet was his rare chance to eat
his favorite dessert that his wife prohibited him to eat because it was too
rich in fats. And he knew fully well that he wasn't fat.
Ah well, this could be considered an oppotunity to kill THREE birds
with one stone.
After settling into a comfortable chair in the ice-cream parlor, Jin
looked down at his order-- a mountain of fudge, wafers and coated in thick
layers of whipped cream. Heaven.
Just as he was about to tuck into this feast, he heard someone call to
him. "Yo, Jin!"
Turning with a scowl on his face, he saw the red-headed Korean boy
at the box just behind him with a pretty girl at his side. Hwoarang had an
all-knowing smirk on his face as he threw Jin a classy two-fingered salute.
"Yo." He replied unenthusiastically. Although there was no longer any
bad blood between the two past rivals, Jin could never feel absolutely
comfortable in Hwoarang's presence.
The girl beside him looked up from the glass of ice-cream that the two
had been sharing. A flicker came over her eyes. "You look vaguely
familiar..." She murmured to the CEO. "H-have we met?"
Jin raised a delicate eyebrow in question. Hwoarang then cleared his
throat. When they turned their attention back at him, he cast Jin another
sly smile. "Sorry, I almost forgot the introductions. Jin, this is Mizunai
Hikaru, who happens to teach in the High School. Hikaru-chan, this is Jin
Kazama, the CEO of the Mishima Zaibatsu and the man who owns the school."
Hikaru's eyes lit up immediately. Getting up from her seat, she bowed
low to him, strangely starry-eyed. "It is a pleasure to meet you,
Kazama-sama."
Hwoarang pouted sulkily. As usual, Jin was stealing his girlfriends
again, the worst being that the boy didn't even notice. This time Jin DID
though, after he noted the dreamy expression on the teacher's face as she
focused all of her attention on him, ignoring her date completely.
"Uh Miss Mizunai..." He started uncomfortably.
"Yes Kazama-sama..." She smiled sweetly, leaning precariously close to
his face.
"I'm married."
Hikaru fell off her chair.
**********
**Same place, different time.**
Jin felt the waning sun's rays beating down on him as he strode out
off the office, on his way home to accompany his lovely wife OUT to dinner.
Just then, he heard someone call his name, a particularly familiar feminine
voice belonging to...--
"Jin, have you gone positively deaf? Don't you even know your own
wife?" Julia snapped as she came up behind him, snaking her arms around his
waist with a smile on her face that let him know that she wasn't angry.
"I heard you Honey," was all Jin could reply.
"Jin!" A million other voices chorused. A million? A little off the
factor. More like ten or so.
He turned. And was knocked to the ground by his big grizzly bear,
landing ingraciously on his wife. "Kuma, get off me!" He commanded his pet
sternly, but stopped when he noted her sad expression.
Before he could do anything further, another pair of arms snaked his
waist as a shrill voice squeaked his name, "Jin Jin Jin Jin Jin!"
"Xiaoyu!" He exclaimed in surprise. "What are you...--?"
"We meet again, Japanese boy." Jin looked up and nearly fainted. Most
of the participants from the earlier tournament were standing before him.
"What the Hell are all of you doing here?!" He screamed in
frustration, tearing at his hair. And they had promised not to return.
"I want a rematch!" Was the majority answer.
"A WHAT?!"
Jin first turned to Julia. "Honey, what's going on?" He asked.
She shrugged. "I don't know, I just came to take you back for dinner.
I'm cooking!" She beamed. "Hey, why don't the rest of you join us? We can
talk then!"
Everyone turned green. A deep sickly shade of green.
Xiaoyu looked up. "Why don't you have a taste of your own cooking
first?" She cried bluntly.
Julia looked shocked and hurt. "My cooking's fine, thank you very
much. Right Jin?"
A big sweatdrop trickled down the side of his head. "Right Jin?" She
repeated, this time with a menacing undertone.
"I-I-..." He stammered before blurting out, "Wrong!"
Julia stared at him for the longest time. If looks could kill, he
would have been long since dead.
"You mean my cooking was horrible?" She whispered, ignoring the
nodding of heads in unison. "...And you didn't tell me?!"
Jin was tongue-tied.
"I want a rematch too!" She finally shrieked.
"What?" But before he could continue, the others came up to him one by
one. First up was the Detective Lei Wulong, who seemed very much drunk on a
large bottle of brandy and was playing with his pigtails, which Xiaoyu had
assisted him in tying not too long before.
"Why do you want a rematch?" Jin briskly queried professionally as he
usually did in the office, folding his arms as he stood on the marbles steps
leading to the main doors of the finest glass.
"*hic**hic*..." Lei managed a silly smile. "Be-because *hic* I-I-I
*hic* ammm... *hic* bored...--"
Jin nearly threw up. Lei did.
Disgusted, Jin yelled, "Next!" The Irish (or were they Scottish?)
sisters sashayed up to him with big smiles on their full, red lips.
"Reason?"
"We-" They both started, then Nina elbowed Anna. "I'm older, I get to
speak."
"Oh yeah?" Came the indignant reply. "But I'm younger. You should let
me have my way!"
"Spoiled brat!"
"Bitch!"
"What did you just call me?!"
"I said--!"
"That's enough!" Jin roared. "Next!"
Yoshimitsu came up. "Yeah well?" Jin asked impatiently as the cyborg
stared at him freakily.
Yoshimitsu said nothing, but continued staring. Jin nearly lost it
then, when the cyborg focused the tiny camera on his collar. Where Miss
Mizunai had neatly stained with fresh red lipstick that afternoon when she
had fallen off her chair.
And it took a quick photograph before Jin could even stop it.
Fortunately Julia was not within range, though Yoshimitsu kept glancing
back.
"You stupid metal-plated garbage can," Jin breathed as he grabbed the
cyborg by the neck and shook it vigorously, barely containing his fury,
"Do you plan to blackmail me with that picture?"
It said nothing, though Jin could hear a quiet whir. "Damn you I don't
care what your reasons for entering are because I'm going to challenge you
personally and turn you into a chunk of scrap-metal once I'm through do you
understand?"
"Perfectly," came an indifferent reply. It took everything Jin had not
to break its head... or meet its gleaming blade.
"And you?" Jin looked down at Xiaoyu and Hwoarang, who were both
leaning nonchalantly on the lamp posts opposite each other. The latter
shrugged, but the former leapt up instantly.
"Jin Jin Jin! I really REALLY have to have this rematch!" Xiaoyu
bubbled in a rush. Hwoarang raised a delicate eyebrow in puzzlement.
"What is it? Slow down and tell me," Jin soothed despite himself.
"Well..." She paused for a breath, then continued, "I'll start at the
beginning. After you quit school for private tuition, I was kinda lonely, so
I got Hwoarang there to go with me to school as well. And the first day, he
got me detention for being late-- it was all HIS fault, mind you-- and then
he dated my teacher, leaving me alone in class WHILE HE WENT TO EAT
ICE-CREAM!!!"
With these words, she folded her arms in a rebellious pout, waiting.
Before Jin could even add anything more, Hwoarang broke in. "Hey look, you
were the one who persuaded me till you were blue to go with you, and you
knew how I felt about it. So why should you--?"
Jin held up his hands to stop the impending quarrel. "Alright,
alright. I understand... NEXT!"
A limosine pulled up and out strode the Brazilian Capoeira dancer with
a sulky scowl pasted on his ebony-colored face. As he walked up, he heard a
wild burst of female cheering, and turned to wave. No one was even noticing
him though, for it was the giant machine doing the Russian war dance that
their attention was solely focused on.
Eddy Gordo cursed, a wild gleam in his eye. "Jin Kazama," he greeted
coldly and, withiout waiting for an answer, continued. "I want a rematch
with that piece of metal-crap there."
Jin narrowed his eyes, a sadistic grin appearing on his weary face.
"What's the matter? It's stealing your limelight?"
Eddy growled low, uttering a foul curse. Jin shook his head. Why did
all martial artists have to be so hard to get along with? "Next!" He called.
"NEXT!"
No one else came up. He repeated a third time, this time much more
loudly. The pedestrians turned from Gun Jack to stare, and Julia was walking
back to him with a smug look on her face... Oh dear! He couldn't face her.
Not now...
A familiar growl broke the tension and sent a wave of heavenly relief
to the boy as Kuma came bounding up once more, a solitary rose in between
her teeth as she glanced at him, then stared wistfully back at Xiaoyu's pet
panda.
Jin could feel a smile return to his face. He comprehended fully and
completely. Kuma wanted to impress Panda. He nodded, then yelled out again,
begging for someone, ANYONE, other than Julia to answer his deperate call.
The highly irritable screech of a motorcycle or two coming to a halt
which, on ordinary circumstances generally grated on the boy's nerves, was
at a time like this the most comforting he had ever heard.
Paul Phoenix, the arrogant old man who never wore a helmet when riding
only because his hair wouldn't fit swung his leg off the first one, a lean
mean Harley Davidson riding machine. From the other vehicle, the young
American-Chinese known as Forrest Law gave a shy smile as he stepped off
with an air of grace, followed by an older man behind him whose features
resembled his almost entirely.
"Let me guess, you want a rematch too." Jin sighed as he looked
towards Paul.
"It wasn't him, but me." The older Chinese answered for him.
Jin turned. "And you are--"
Before he could answer, Lei, who had been lying unconsious on the
ground, raised his head. With a friendly grin on his face, he slurred,
"Marshall *hic* Law! Buddieeee.... old... *hic* friend..." That is, before
he fell face flat on the marble again.
"What can I do for you then, Marshall Law?" Jin asked, rubbing at his
eyes.
"Paul Phoenix," Marshall emphasized with an accusatory finger,
"Dragged my POOR, INNOCENT son to his goddamned tournament. And I want
revenge on him, for corrupting young Forrest."
Poor, innocent FORREST? Jin could have laughed. The 'poor' boy had
been one of the most spirited and fiery ones of the lot!
Forrest tried to protest, but he was silenced. Exploding at last,
unable to control his sentiments, Forrest burst out, "Dad! It isn't fair
you're blaming Paul for this! Twenty years ago I bet you were just as eager
as I was, if not much more so!"
Marshall shot his son a dirty look. Forrest on the other hand, didn't
get the projected message. "And besides, what's wrong with that? After all,
both you and he are gay and--"
"FORREST, I AM NOT GAY!" Marshall bellowed to his son, cutting him off
mid-sentence. "It was only Paul who--"
Paul looked up, a frown on his face. "You're gay?" Everyone within
earshot gasped in unison.
Paul sulked. "Yeah, so the truth is out. What the Hell's the problem
then?"
"Nothing... nothing..." Everyone mumbled as soon as they saw that he
was ready to bare his Death Fist.
All was silent for one exquisite moment. Then Forrest broke the
silence. "Hey Paul, just curious, you still going out with that Vega guy?"
Paul grinned at the youinger Law. "Fortunately, no. He was too
absorbed in his own looks to even care for my existence." Sighing, he
continued soberly, "It's a good thing you're not like me, Forrest. It's
much easier chasing girls, you know."
Forrest looked up in surprise. "It is?" He repeated as he glanced at
Xiaoyu. She glared back with the look that warned him not to get any ideas.
All was quiet again. Julia stepped towards her husband, who was almost
ready to get on his knees and pray. Then Paul looked up. "Hey! I almost
forgot! There are guys-a-plenty here for me to choose from!"
With these words fresh, he jumped up and started towards Eddy, who
immediately dashed up Gunjack as fast as his legs could take him, and would
not get off its head.
Sighing, Paul turned back to Lei, found him still asleep on the ground,
and set his target on Jin. Jin noticed. Paul bounded toward him like a
love-sick bear, sort of like Kuma. Jin gave a scream and ran for his life.
Julia chased after them, screaming that Jin was HERS, but Paul did not
seem to hear. Jin ran through an alleyway, then past another, Paul hot on his
heels.
"I've got to have you Baby! You're cuter than Kazuya could ever be!"
"AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
"HE'S MINE!"
Hwoarang looked at the trio as they ran, one after the other in single
file. He grinned. "This is one time I must say I'm glad Jin's more
attractive than I am," he glanced down at Xiaoyu.
She on the other hand, looked furious. "How CAN you say that,
Hwoarang? Jin's our friend; we MUST help!"
Hwoarang's face fell. He hesitated, deep in thought. To go or not to
go? That was the question. Finally he looked back at her. "Against my better
judgement, very well."
"YIPPIEEE!" Xiaoyu brightened up like a speeding rocket. "Jin! Jin!
Wait up!"
And so they added to the crazy trio dashing madly through each nook
and corner of the city.
"God, you're good! But you WILL be mine, and I will cherish your body
and your love!"
"NNNNOOOOOOOO!"
"BACK OFF, PHOENIX! HE BELONGS TO ME!"
"This is SO cool! Come on Hwoarang! Run run RUN!"
"You're *pant* insane!"
Finally, Hwoarang halted in his tracks, pulling Xiaoyu back with him.
"Do you realize that we have been circling this route eight times?" He
hissed, eyes flashing dangerously.
"Yeah, isn't it fun?"
"That's not the point!"
"Oh, okay."
"Look, if you really want to help, we could cut them off at the second
alley-way, alright?"
Xiaoyu nodded energetically, though Hwoarang was already winded.
"Let's go!"
Soon, a silhouette with a stiff spike of hair appeared round the bend.
Instinctively, Hwoarang reached out. "Gotcha!" He declared truimphantly as
he caught hold of Jin's gi.
"You have to let me go!" Jin struggled, "Paul's comi--"
"Yoohoo! Jin dear!"
Jin froze. His face turned even paler than Hwoarang's in comparison.
"Help!" He squeaked.
Paul came into sight. "Jin, baby!" He smiled in joy as his arms
perpared to circle Jin's waist...
...A powerful blow deflected his reach. Looking up, he saw Julia
Chang glaring down at him in unrestrained fury. "Look, Lady, I saw him first,
so he's MINE!" He snarled.
Julia rolled her eyes. "Yours? YOU MORON! I MARRIED HIM YOU BLISTERING
OAF!"
Bewilderment tinged Paul's eyes. "Y-you did?" He murmured, dejected.
He turned to slink away; then he noticed Hwoarang. Looking back at Julia,
he gestured to the Korean boy. "But you didn't marry this one, right?"
She shook her head. Hwoarang's eyes widened. A bigger smile lit up
Paul's face. "Come here for a smooch, Handsome!"
"NO!" Now it was Hwoarang's turn. As he backed away, he tried
stammering everything he could think of.
"I-I-I've got Aids!"
"I don't believe you."
"I'm ac-actually a trans-transvestite!"
"All the better!"
"I've got a...a... girlfriend!" Hwoarang finally proclaimed.
"Where? I don't see one!" Paul smirked.
"Er...er..." The Korean looked about him in desperation. And nearly
walked into an amused Xiaoyu. "Xiaoyu's my girlfriend!" He announced
proudly.
"I-I am?"
"She is?"
Paul would not stop advancing, and it was plain to see that Jin and
Julia could not help. At his very wit's ends, he felt that there was only
ONE thing that he could do.
He grabbed Xiaoyu and kissed her.
**********
**Back at the 'Same Place', five minutes later**
King had arrived while Jin had been running through the city, but he
had also been accepted as a fighter after the Laws, who were avid fans of
his, sympathized when he told them of a narrow victory out of reach because
Yoshimitsu had chosen that one critical moment to blind his eyes with a
camera flash.
Hwoarang was sitting next to Xiaoyu on the steps as she tended to the
bruise over his eye that she had given him after he had 'tried to take
advantage of her' none too gently.
Almost everything had been settled. Almost.
Jin called for another fighter until his voice became hoarse. Still
none in sight. Julia approached him, a smug look on her face. He dreaded the
moment.
"You know I want a rematch," She told him upfront. "And you know why."
Jin nodded, swallowing uncomfortably. "I do know, but I can't fight
my wife."
"You can't?"
Jin shook his head, mustering the most pathetic look he could.
Naturally, it didn't work. "You WILL challenge me Jin, otherwise I
will reveal your deep, dark secret!"
"You wouldn't!" He exclaimed in horror.
"Try me!"
Jin sighed there was no other way out of this. "Very well then," He
finally agreed. "I'll resurrect another King of the Iron Fist."
"Queen of the Iron Fist," Julia corrected.
"Why?"
"Because all these years it's always been men, men and more men! We
women deserve something good too, alright?" Jin hesitated. "Jin-gel Spice!"
She added venomously.
Jin gulped. How could he let the others know that his hair, like his
father's and grandfather's before him, was actually artificially GELLED
into one thick spike to follow the age-old superstition of having your
ambitions dictated by your hair direction?
"Alright, alright, the Queen of the Iron Fist..." He sullenly agreed.
...And so, four months later, the curtains parted for the Queen Of The
Iron Fist.
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This story is very basically a 'What If?' fanfic piece that takes place
after Tekken 3 and illustrates the possibility of a Tekken 4. Naturally,
being an ironic and stupid tale, characters will have to be insulted,
degraded and dissed. So if I do offend you, just mail, because I might just
have more where that came from!
'Peace'!
Jin Kazama (C) 1998
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