Chat with a Player
A Tekken fan fiction - a collection of short conversations/misadventures with different Tekken characters
Note: I own nothing except my OC.
1. Yoshimitsu
I sit here in my house, waiting for my guest to arrive for the day. I am writing my log on my laptop computer, when all of a sudden, a strange humanoid figure appears in front of me. It is covered in shiny metallic, possibly extraterrestrial, armour. I look at it in a combination of awe and confusion as the music on my computer fades away into silence.
"Who... or what... are you?" I ask, unsure if I should be scared or relieved. He approaches me, holding what appears to be a lightsabre in his left hand. Holstering it, he sits down on my chair, brushing my clothes onto the floor before seating down to face me. I sit on my double bed and lock eyes with him.
"OK... Yoshimitsu..." I say, looking up the eccentric individual on the Tekkenpedia. He speaks, his voice low and deep, even lower than my own - by several tones, and slightly distorted.
"You must be the Player - Sweevo." I laugh and nod as he pronounces my name correctly - 'Swear Voe'.
"Yes! That's right!" I look at him with a slightly stunned expression on my face. "So... what now?"
"Let's talk, Sweevo." I nod in agreement. "I've noticed that you always seem to pick me as the first playable character - why is that?" He looks at me curiously... or I imagine so, the mask covering his face and thus concealing his facial expressions.
"Why not? You've got a lightsabre, you're a space ninja, you're the... epitome of cool, Yoshimitsu!" I say with utmost sincerity. He looks at me as he takes in what I just said, then he casts his attention at a wrist computer on his left forearm. I can see him type in something, but I cannot make out what. There is a high-pitched beep and he looks at me, flashing me a thumbs-up. He then turns his attention to my keyboards/synthesisers - a Yamaha PSR 195, and a Korg PA50 SD. He taps the keys on the former synthesiser and looks at me. I smile.
"You play keyboards, Sweevo?" He asks. I nod and get on the silver Korg synthesiser, commandeering the black Yamaha keyboard, too. Yoshimitsu produces a doubleneck guitar and activates a drum machine in his suit of armour.
"This is for my next guest." I say, and start the song. "Progressive rock melody in D-sharp - or E-flat... major."
"Looks like I have to sing, too." Yoshimitsu half-jokes.
"I'm tonedeaf, mate - I can play but not sing. Besides, you've got an electronic arsenal on you." Unknown to me, however, my next guest was already on her way, having sneaked into the house silently and stealthily making her way to my bedroom. The song we chose to play consisted of a simple drum machine beat and a slightly mournful melody.
"In and out of darkness, in and out of sleep
trying to keep my hands upon the wheel.
Never saw the corner in the driving rain.
I never saw her step into the street.
Dreaming while you sleep
dreaming while you sleep
memories to keep
dreaming while you sleep
I can never understand what went thru my mind
I didn't stop to see what I had done.
Had to keep on driving deep into the night
the miles between would somehow put it right
Dreaming while you sleep
dreaming while you sleep
memories to keep
dreaming while you sleep
All my life you lie silently there
All my life in a world so unfair
All my life and only I'll know why
and it will live inside of me,
I will never be free all my life,
trapped in her memory all my life
Till the day that you open your eyes,
please open your eyes
Dreaming while you sleep
dreaming while you sleep
Heard it on the radio, saw it on TV,
but could I take my secret to the grave?
If I had another chance, would I do the same?
Would I still deny that it was me?
Dreaming while you sleep
dreaming while you sleep
Dreaming while you sleep,
Are you dreaming while you sleep?
All my life
I'll be haunted by all my life
just one moment in time
all my life until the day I die
and it will live inside of me
Oh I will never be free all my life
trapped in her memory all my life
Till the day that you open your eyes
All of my life - you lie silently there
All my life - in a world so unfair
All my life - and only I know why
And it will live inside of me
I will never be free all my life
Trapped in her memory - all my life
Till the day that you open your eyes.
All of my life.
Just one moment of time, all my life."
The song ends with Yoshimitsu 'singing' the title, intercut with a keyboard phrase from me - this goes on for about 3 repetitions before a huge drum build-up leads into the final climax. As he and I stand there, bowing before an imaginary audience, I hear a pair of female voices behind me, one with a strong Dublin accent, the other with a hint of a 'Queen's English' accent. Turning around to meet them, I see a blonde dressed in a purple Spandex catsuit with long sleeves, a zipper-back and a turtleneck - accompanied by a knife and a tan-coloured silenced handgun with a light, laser pointer and red-dot sight - an FNP 45 Tactical. The second person was a brunette in a red kimono with just a knife for a weapon. I turn back to ask Yoshimitsu for help, but he is gone, having disappeared. I can only say two words as I look at the handgun, which is aimed squarely at my chest.
"Oh, smeg."
Author's Note: Read and review - along with suggestions for characters who could 'interview' the storyteller (and songs for each character). I will be using a different song for each character. The song used in this chapter is "Dreaming While You Sleep" by Genesis - don't sue the pants off me, guys. This is for non-profit.