A/N: I know it's not how TK4 ended, but hey, it's fanfiction!
Jin bleakly stared at the horizon, the sun causing a faint glow as it slowly crept towards the sky at dawn. He shifted as he sat on the hill overlooking Tokyo...one of the few places out in nature but not too far from the city where he could relax and enjoy the peace and quiet. Inside, he was the complete opposite of the serene environment.
He almost killed his grandfather. If it wasn't for that image of his mother...he would have gone through with it. In that moment, he realized that he'd be no better than either his grandfather or his father. They had been trying to kill each other for years, it seemed. Either physically or emotionally. To both men, it meant the same.
"I've never been to the outskirts of the city," a deep voice spoke up.
Jin turned to see Kazuya standing off to his right side. Kazuya was dressed in casual clothing, most likely his version of casual clothing, black jeans and a white long-sleeved collared shirt.
"May I sit?" he gestured to the spot of grass next to Jin.
"Sure..." Jin watched him carefully.
Kazuya looked completely out of his element. A man dressed like a million dollars didn't belong in grassy hills or forests. He moved so that he sat on his heels, facing Tokyo.
He said nothing. Jin turned to look at the horizon again.
"You didn't dispose of your grandfather like you had planned," Kazuya suddenly spoke up.
Jin sighed. "Something...told me that it wasn't a good idea. It was never a good idea."
"I see."
"What about you?"
Instead of answering directly, Kazuya responded, "The police came to investigate. They had reason to believe that the zaibatsu was tied to an unethical company called the G Corporation...and they wanted to speak to Father themselves...So I explained to them that you and I had been captured by him. I sent you away so I could reason with Father, but we ended up fighting each other."
"And they believed you?" It was only half the story.
"Xiaoyu-san made a similar statement," Kazuya added. "No one trusts Heihachi Mishima anymore..."
"So he's in jail?"
Kazuya glanced at him. "When you threw him against the wall...he hit his head. He has amnesia. I placed him in a private clinic residence...the nurses will take care of him. He's going to be sedated and incoherent for a while..."
"So it's over," Jin breathed out.
"Is it?" Kazuya asked.
Jin glanced at him, knowing what Kazuya was really asking. "Yeah..."
His father's lips twitched up in a brief smile. "You have your mother's generosity..."
"I'm just glad I had Mom period." A fondness reflected in his eyes, as well as traces of sadness. He really missed his mother. Suddenly, Jin frowned. "How'd you know I was here, anyway? Did Ling tell you?"
"Yes. She mentioned that you came here often to get away from the city."
Jin nodded then said quietly, "What I said back there...I didn't mean to say that..."
"Yes, you did," Kazuya cut in. "But it's true. Your mother wasn't enough for me to be happy."
Jin blew out a breath. It stung, hearing that.
Both men were quiet for several moments.
Kazuya said in a very low voice, "I know that I can never be like your mother. I didn't become powerful by being nice to others..."
Jin's eyes widened. Did Kazuya really want to try being a father?
"This is going to take some time..." Jin began slowly. "I mean...you've been gone for twenty-two years..."
Kazuya remained silent.
"But...I'd like...to at least try. But no lying and no pretending," Jin insisted. "You can deceive your employees, the world...whomever...because I don't think you'd stop...but don't deceive me. And...it's going to take me a while before I can trust you."
Kazuya nodded his head once. Heihachi's betrayal had stung. Jin didn't want a repeat.
Silence again.
Kazuya cleared his throat. "I need to leave now...I'm having a press conference at the zaibatsu in two hours, but I have some things to take care of..."
With that, he rose to his feet and turned to leave.
***
"You sure you can't stay?" Ling asked as Jin pulled his bag out of the trunk of the black limosine.
Kazuya and Ling, with the help of one of Kazuya's drivers and Saburo, Kazuya's assistant, had dropped Jin off at Tokyo International. Kazuya stood several feet away, leaning against the car.
In the two weeks since the end of the tournament, Jin and Kazuya had spent time together...usually having lunch. But even those gatherings were brief. Kazuya was so busy cleaning up the zaibatsu that he hardly had any time to do anything else. And with every company, government, and military on his case about how corrupt the Mishima Financial Empire was, Kazuya was doing everything possible to make it a legitimate business again. Jin had stayed at his hotel, refusing to live on the Mishima Estate. Ling had stayed at the Mishima Estate, tending to her studies at school.
But it was time to move on. Jin wanted to sort out the new turn of events, as well as go out on his own...and enjoy life.
"I'm going to miss you," Ling admitted.
"Me, too," he echoed. Then he wrapped one arm around her shoulders in a half-hug. "You take care, all right?"
"I'll try..." She wrinkled her nose. "College exams are coming up soon...I'm not sure I'll do well...I'm not sure I even want to go..."
"Then do what you think is best for you...and don't give up on it," Jin responded.
"Huh?"
"If your dream is to build that amusement park, don't give up on it."
"What's your dream, Jin?"
He glanced over her shoulder, grinning sheepishly as a five-year old boy stared slack-jawed at the intimidating image of Kazuya Mishima. His father glared at the boy, frightening him enough so that he ran away. Then Kazuya muttered something about irresponsible parents letting their children wander off.
"I don't really know," Jin admitted, shrugging.
"This is going to be so weird," she said in hushed tones, using her thumb to gesture behind her. "I'm not sure how living with him is going to work out once everything at the company settles down and he's home at regular times..."
"He's not so bad," Jin replied. "He seems heartless...but he's not..."
"If you say so..."
"Xiaoyu-san," Kazuya spoke up as he moved forward. "I'd like to speak with Jin alone."
"Okay..." She moved away to lean against the limo.
Jin glanced at her before turning to his father. "Take care of her."
"I will," Kazuya assured. He turned slightly, calling out, "Saburo-san, the envelope."
His assistant was at his side in mere seconds, a yellow envelope in his outstretched hand. Then he went back to his position standing by the limosine.
"This..." Kazuya held the envelope towards Jin, "...is from Lee and I..."
"Lee?" Jin echoed. "As in Lee Chaolan?"
Kazuya nodded and said wryly, "He considered it his duty to make sure that his nephew is well-taken care of..." At Jin's look, he added, "It's a long story...one I'll tell you when we both are not pressed for time..."
Jin accepted the envelope, peering into its contents. Inside were two hundred American dollars worth of American Express traveler's check, a platinum Visa credit card, and an international cellular phone.
"I can't accept this," Jin said with wide eyes.
"The traveler's check is just in case you need it on your way to California. It's very expensive to live in California, which is why I got you a credit card. There's no limit on it, you can even pull money out of that account. And the cellular phone is in case of emergencies..." Kazuya said calmly.
"But this is too much," Jin argued.
"Then use it just to settle down," Kazuya responded airily. "Keep a record of how much you use, find a job, and repay it if you insist."
Jin swallowed hard. "I...I...Thank you..."
"You're welcome." Kazuya turned. "Xiaoyu-san is going to be late for school, and I have an early meeting at the zaibatsu."
"Kaz...D...Dad," Jin spoke up. Kazuya looked over his shoulder. "I...I'm glad I got to know you...even for just a short while."
A genuine smile crossed Kazuya Mishima's lips and he turned to head back inside the limo.
"Bye, Jin!" Ling waved before she got in the limo. "Don't forget to write! And call if you can! And visit!!"
"I will," Jin called out.
Inside the sleek limo, Ling watched Jin enter the airport. She sighed, already missing his company. Things would be quiet at the Mishima Estate again.
"He'll be fine," Kazuya said quietly.
"Yeah, but I wish..." She closed her mouth. In the short time she and Jin had the last two weeks, he'd become so much more than she realized. Talking to Kazuya Mishima about that just felt weird to her.
"He cares, if that's what concerns you," her new guardian said finally. "He just has a lot to deal with on his own right now..."
She blinked. Then she smiled. Maybe living with Kazuya wouldn't be so bad, after all...
A/N: Sorry if it seemed rushed...I've been wanting to finish this story for sooooo long. I'm not quite sure if I'm happy with Jin and Kaz's parting dialogue, it seems so formal...but I guess that's what happens when you find a long-lost parent? I didn't intend to continue this story, but Girlquinn and I are thinking of doing a round robin just for kicks about Jin, Ling, and Kazuya's lives after TK4...
Jin bleakly stared at the horizon, the sun causing a faint glow as it slowly crept towards the sky at dawn. He shifted as he sat on the hill overlooking Tokyo...one of the few places out in nature but not too far from the city where he could relax and enjoy the peace and quiet. Inside, he was the complete opposite of the serene environment.
He almost killed his grandfather. If it wasn't for that image of his mother...he would have gone through with it. In that moment, he realized that he'd be no better than either his grandfather or his father. They had been trying to kill each other for years, it seemed. Either physically or emotionally. To both men, it meant the same.
"I've never been to the outskirts of the city," a deep voice spoke up.
Jin turned to see Kazuya standing off to his right side. Kazuya was dressed in casual clothing, most likely his version of casual clothing, black jeans and a white long-sleeved collared shirt.
"May I sit?" he gestured to the spot of grass next to Jin.
"Sure..." Jin watched him carefully.
Kazuya looked completely out of his element. A man dressed like a million dollars didn't belong in grassy hills or forests. He moved so that he sat on his heels, facing Tokyo.
He said nothing. Jin turned to look at the horizon again.
"You didn't dispose of your grandfather like you had planned," Kazuya suddenly spoke up.
Jin sighed. "Something...told me that it wasn't a good idea. It was never a good idea."
"I see."
"What about you?"
Instead of answering directly, Kazuya responded, "The police came to investigate. They had reason to believe that the zaibatsu was tied to an unethical company called the G Corporation...and they wanted to speak to Father themselves...So I explained to them that you and I had been captured by him. I sent you away so I could reason with Father, but we ended up fighting each other."
"And they believed you?" It was only half the story.
"Xiaoyu-san made a similar statement," Kazuya added. "No one trusts Heihachi Mishima anymore..."
"So he's in jail?"
Kazuya glanced at him. "When you threw him against the wall...he hit his head. He has amnesia. I placed him in a private clinic residence...the nurses will take care of him. He's going to be sedated and incoherent for a while..."
"So it's over," Jin breathed out.
"Is it?" Kazuya asked.
Jin glanced at him, knowing what Kazuya was really asking. "Yeah..."
His father's lips twitched up in a brief smile. "You have your mother's generosity..."
"I'm just glad I had Mom period." A fondness reflected in his eyes, as well as traces of sadness. He really missed his mother. Suddenly, Jin frowned. "How'd you know I was here, anyway? Did Ling tell you?"
"Yes. She mentioned that you came here often to get away from the city."
Jin nodded then said quietly, "What I said back there...I didn't mean to say that..."
"Yes, you did," Kazuya cut in. "But it's true. Your mother wasn't enough for me to be happy."
Jin blew out a breath. It stung, hearing that.
Both men were quiet for several moments.
Kazuya said in a very low voice, "I know that I can never be like your mother. I didn't become powerful by being nice to others..."
Jin's eyes widened. Did Kazuya really want to try being a father?
"This is going to take some time..." Jin began slowly. "I mean...you've been gone for twenty-two years..."
Kazuya remained silent.
"But...I'd like...to at least try. But no lying and no pretending," Jin insisted. "You can deceive your employees, the world...whomever...because I don't think you'd stop...but don't deceive me. And...it's going to take me a while before I can trust you."
Kazuya nodded his head once. Heihachi's betrayal had stung. Jin didn't want a repeat.
Silence again.
Kazuya cleared his throat. "I need to leave now...I'm having a press conference at the zaibatsu in two hours, but I have some things to take care of..."
With that, he rose to his feet and turned to leave.
***
"You sure you can't stay?" Ling asked as Jin pulled his bag out of the trunk of the black limosine.
Kazuya and Ling, with the help of one of Kazuya's drivers and Saburo, Kazuya's assistant, had dropped Jin off at Tokyo International. Kazuya stood several feet away, leaning against the car.
In the two weeks since the end of the tournament, Jin and Kazuya had spent time together...usually having lunch. But even those gatherings were brief. Kazuya was so busy cleaning up the zaibatsu that he hardly had any time to do anything else. And with every company, government, and military on his case about how corrupt the Mishima Financial Empire was, Kazuya was doing everything possible to make it a legitimate business again. Jin had stayed at his hotel, refusing to live on the Mishima Estate. Ling had stayed at the Mishima Estate, tending to her studies at school.
But it was time to move on. Jin wanted to sort out the new turn of events, as well as go out on his own...and enjoy life.
"I'm going to miss you," Ling admitted.
"Me, too," he echoed. Then he wrapped one arm around her shoulders in a half-hug. "You take care, all right?"
"I'll try..." She wrinkled her nose. "College exams are coming up soon...I'm not sure I'll do well...I'm not sure I even want to go..."
"Then do what you think is best for you...and don't give up on it," Jin responded.
"Huh?"
"If your dream is to build that amusement park, don't give up on it."
"What's your dream, Jin?"
He glanced over her shoulder, grinning sheepishly as a five-year old boy stared slack-jawed at the intimidating image of Kazuya Mishima. His father glared at the boy, frightening him enough so that he ran away. Then Kazuya muttered something about irresponsible parents letting their children wander off.
"I don't really know," Jin admitted, shrugging.
"This is going to be so weird," she said in hushed tones, using her thumb to gesture behind her. "I'm not sure how living with him is going to work out once everything at the company settles down and he's home at regular times..."
"He's not so bad," Jin replied. "He seems heartless...but he's not..."
"If you say so..."
"Xiaoyu-san," Kazuya spoke up as he moved forward. "I'd like to speak with Jin alone."
"Okay..." She moved away to lean against the limo.
Jin glanced at her before turning to his father. "Take care of her."
"I will," Kazuya assured. He turned slightly, calling out, "Saburo-san, the envelope."
His assistant was at his side in mere seconds, a yellow envelope in his outstretched hand. Then he went back to his position standing by the limosine.
"This..." Kazuya held the envelope towards Jin, "...is from Lee and I..."
"Lee?" Jin echoed. "As in Lee Chaolan?"
Kazuya nodded and said wryly, "He considered it his duty to make sure that his nephew is well-taken care of..." At Jin's look, he added, "It's a long story...one I'll tell you when we both are not pressed for time..."
Jin accepted the envelope, peering into its contents. Inside were two hundred American dollars worth of American Express traveler's check, a platinum Visa credit card, and an international cellular phone.
"I can't accept this," Jin said with wide eyes.
"The traveler's check is just in case you need it on your way to California. It's very expensive to live in California, which is why I got you a credit card. There's no limit on it, you can even pull money out of that account. And the cellular phone is in case of emergencies..." Kazuya said calmly.
"But this is too much," Jin argued.
"Then use it just to settle down," Kazuya responded airily. "Keep a record of how much you use, find a job, and repay it if you insist."
Jin swallowed hard. "I...I...Thank you..."
"You're welcome." Kazuya turned. "Xiaoyu-san is going to be late for school, and I have an early meeting at the zaibatsu."
"Kaz...D...Dad," Jin spoke up. Kazuya looked over his shoulder. "I...I'm glad I got to know you...even for just a short while."
A genuine smile crossed Kazuya Mishima's lips and he turned to head back inside the limo.
"Bye, Jin!" Ling waved before she got in the limo. "Don't forget to write! And call if you can! And visit!!"
"I will," Jin called out.
Inside the sleek limo, Ling watched Jin enter the airport. She sighed, already missing his company. Things would be quiet at the Mishima Estate again.
"He'll be fine," Kazuya said quietly.
"Yeah, but I wish..." She closed her mouth. In the short time she and Jin had the last two weeks, he'd become so much more than she realized. Talking to Kazuya Mishima about that just felt weird to her.
"He cares, if that's what concerns you," her new guardian said finally. "He just has a lot to deal with on his own right now..."
She blinked. Then she smiled. Maybe living with Kazuya wouldn't be so bad, after all...
A/N: Sorry if it seemed rushed...I've been wanting to finish this story for sooooo long. I'm not quite sure if I'm happy with Jin and Kaz's parting dialogue, it seems so formal...but I guess that's what happens when you find a long-lost parent? I didn't intend to continue this story, but Girlquinn and I are thinking of doing a round robin just for kicks about Jin, Ling, and Kazuya's lives after TK4...