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genessia2015-04-11 12:11 am
devil_within) wrote in genessia2015-04-11 12:11 am
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With the Bay moved, and people investigating it, Kazuya figured it would be the perfect opportunity to get his newly announced Tekken Force some face time. As such, he arrived on the scene with quite a number. A few hand gestures was all it took as the fighters took up positions around where the Bay used to be. They were just there to provide security. Nothing more, nothing less. Anyone looking around the Bay would be left un-bothered. However, Kazuya's curiosity got the better of him. He bent down, reaching out to one of the lights.
He was a child again, barely old enough to go through the forms of his katas. But, he was a Mishima. The Mishima were strong, as only the strong deserved to live. That was the mantra of his father, as he put his son through rigorous training. Kazuya had taken to it naturally, but for some reason, was never able to live up to his father's expectations.
However, today was different. The land that the Mishima estate encompassed was home to a cliff with a grassy meadow on top of it. Beneath the cliff, however were jagged rocks. Kazuya had come there many times before to practice his katas and train himself. Today, Heihachi had said they would take a break from training and just enjoy the area. After some time of just looking out over the cliff, Heihachi spoke to his son, but never turned to look at him.
"Kazuya, some say that lions push their cubs over cliffs, only raising those that are strong enough to climb back up..."
Kazuya blinked several times, glancing up at his father's back. The words were ominous, given the place they were said, but they didn't strike fear into the boy's very soul quite like what came next. In the blink of an eyes, Heihachi spun, grabbing Kazuya by the front of his gi. He held him aloft, a mix of pain and hatred in his eyes as he glared at his son.
"A Mishima must be strong. If you are truly my son, then you will climb back up this cliff."
With barely a second to digest the words, Kazuya found himself flailing as he flew through the air. He fell for what felt like an eternity, twisting around in the air to see the ground rushing up at him with heart-wrenching speed. However, as pain wracked his body with the most excruciating pain a child that size could feel, he noted that the ground had stopped its advance. His arms groped around at his chest before he found the rock that had stopped his descent and held him aloft. It was already slick with his blood, and he knew instinctively he should be dead, but something burned within him. He pushed himself off the rock, falling onto his back, finally on the ground as he stared up at the cliff, blood and tears mixing and clouding his vision. Even as he slipped out of consciousness, he finally found his voice, though hoarse and cracking as his lungs struggled to work.
"I will kill you one day... Heihachi Mishima..."
Kazuya started, hand coming to his chest as his footing faltered. One of the soldiers nearby rushed over to him, supporting him as he shook his head and pushed that memory from his mind. He assured the soldier that he was fine, and ordered the soldier to return to his post. Though the others hadn't moved, they visibly relaxed as Kazuya stepped away from the water where the Bay had been.
He was a child again, barely old enough to go through the forms of his katas. But, he was a Mishima. The Mishima were strong, as only the strong deserved to live. That was the mantra of his father, as he put his son through rigorous training. Kazuya had taken to it naturally, but for some reason, was never able to live up to his father's expectations.
However, today was different. The land that the Mishima estate encompassed was home to a cliff with a grassy meadow on top of it. Beneath the cliff, however were jagged rocks. Kazuya had come there many times before to practice his katas and train himself. Today, Heihachi had said they would take a break from training and just enjoy the area. After some time of just looking out over the cliff, Heihachi spoke to his son, but never turned to look at him.
"Kazuya, some say that lions push their cubs over cliffs, only raising those that are strong enough to climb back up..."
Kazuya blinked several times, glancing up at his father's back. The words were ominous, given the place they were said, but they didn't strike fear into the boy's very soul quite like what came next. In the blink of an eyes, Heihachi spun, grabbing Kazuya by the front of his gi. He held him aloft, a mix of pain and hatred in his eyes as he glared at his son.
"A Mishima must be strong. If you are truly my son, then you will climb back up this cliff."
With barely a second to digest the words, Kazuya found himself flailing as he flew through the air. He fell for what felt like an eternity, twisting around in the air to see the ground rushing up at him with heart-wrenching speed. However, as pain wracked his body with the most excruciating pain a child that size could feel, he noted that the ground had stopped its advance. His arms groped around at his chest before he found the rock that had stopped his descent and held him aloft. It was already slick with his blood, and he knew instinctively he should be dead, but something burned within him. He pushed himself off the rock, falling onto his back, finally on the ground as he stared up at the cliff, blood and tears mixing and clouding his vision. Even as he slipped out of consciousness, he finally found his voice, though hoarse and cracking as his lungs struggled to work.
"I will kill you one day... Heihachi Mishima..."
Kazuya started, hand coming to his chest as his footing faltered. One of the soldiers nearby rushed over to him, supporting him as he shook his head and pushed that memory from his mind. He assured the soldier that he was fine, and ordered the soldier to return to his post. Though the others hadn't moved, they visibly relaxed as Kazuya stepped away from the water where the Bay had been.