>From behind, we see a balding man, wearing a purple skirt - HEIHACHI -
standing at the edge of a bubbling volcano. The camera quickly spins
around him and zooms on his eyes. They stare emptily into space,
devoid of emotion. As the picture halts, it morphs into another par
of blankly staring pupils, and zooming out, we see a well-bult man
with white, almost silvery hair - LEE - walking through a dark alley.
Another quick fade, and we now see a kangaroo, standing among a group
of bushes - ALEX. It is night. The camera follows his gaze to a
house, in through a window, where a young japanese woman is lying in
her bed - JUN. She is tossing violently, indicating that she does not
sleep well. The camare zooms extremely close on her gray sheets, and
when it zooms out again, just as quick, we now follow a harley-
davidson motorcycle going along a high-way. The driver, wearing sun-
glasses, has an impressive, high-standing haircut, and the Bruce
Lee-copy behind holds on to his back desperately, his hair pulled
backwards by the wind - PAUL and LAW. We only see them for a few
seconds, then the picture fades away again, revealing a big, robot-
like man, sparring in an traditional-style dojo with a young,
chinese-looking girl, a man in what looks like ancient samurai
armour watching amusedly - JACK-2 and YOSHIMITSU. In one of the few
special-effects of this intro, the picture almost seems to shatter,
and zooming out, we see that it is under jaws of a purple, demonic
creature, it's face and hair somewhat similar to the man in the
beginning - DEVIL. Next to him is an angelic woman, who looks in all
regards like the demon's opposite - ANGEL. Then, it all fades to
blackness again, and a small Tekken-logo appears, followed by
another, larger text:

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                           | PROJECT ALPHA |
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                            a Tekken fanfic
                      by Tharkon (aka Ronny Hedin)
                           <tharkon@fan.net>
                              UIN 181261
          http://home1.swipnet.se/~w-10956/creative/fanfic/
  all C&C deeply appreciated, no matter how umimportant it may seem

                                  ***

  As so many times before, the old man stood at the top of the
volcano, dressed in his traditional skirt and sandals, looking out
over the bubbling lava, where, a few months ago, his son had burned
to death.

  Burned to death, immersed in the molten slag where he had been
thrown by him, Heihachi Mishima, his father, now once again head of
the Mishima Zaibatsu.

  Heihachi did not regret his actions. His eyes did not reveal any
feelings, only a cold, calculating mind.

  The only thing that bothered him was that Kazuya Mishima had been
a failure. A total, utter, failure, one he could not really afford to
make. He had indeed become a good fighter, never defeated by anyone
but his father, but he had not obeyed.

  Not only that, but he had taken control of the family corporation,
and then been unable to keep it, the mistake which he had payed for
with his life. He had underestimated his opponent, the worst mistake
possible, one a Mishima was not allowed to make.

  That it was his own son did not bother him. Why should he care more
for him than for any other worthless loser?

  The other one did not turn out better. When, so many years ago, it
became clear that Kazuya was a failure, Heihachi had brought up Lee
Chaolan as a second son. Though good, Lee never really reached the
skill of Kazuya, let alone himself, and worse, he became one without
honor.

  When he, Heihachi, was thought dead, Lee had run to his "brother",
the new head of the Mishima Zaibatsu, and proclaimed his loyalty, and
just as expected, he had now returned, claiming that he had planned 
to infiltrate to gain Kazuya's trust and take revenge for what had
been done to "his beloved stepfather".

  It was obvious that Lee had also made the mistake of under-
estimation, thinking his mentor a sentimental fool, not realising
that he had long since guessed all about Lee's inner feelings and
what he really wanted.

  He was still useful, though, as long as he was allowed to believe
that his deception had worked.

                                  ***

  Lee stood in the parking lot outside the training hall, smiling to
himself. The old fool had bought his lies. Heihachi did not have many
weaknesses, but obviously, his sons were one. Soon, he, Lee Chaolan,
would be the one in power.

  He brushed his hand through his silvery hair, and entered.

  Almost immediately, he saw the one he was looking for. A tall, dark
american, his body bulging with muscles. Bruce was punching a bag
heavily, but when he recognized the new arrival, he approached him, an
angry look on his face.

  "What're you doin' here?"

  Lee smiled gently. "You have something I want." Judging by the look
on his face, Bruce did not understand what he was hinting at, so
he added, "Control of what was once Kazuya Mishima's private army."

  If Bruce looked angry before, he was now furious. "WHAT?" he
sputtered. "You traitor! Tell your new master he can go fuck himself,
Bruce Irving is loyal to his friends. No way am I helping a fuckin'
scum like you!"

  Lee smiled again, not gently this time, but the smile that was one
of the reasons why he had been nicknamed "the silver-haired demon".

  "Yes you are." Stating this, he jumped forward, hitting Bruce's
upper body with two quick punches that made him stagger backwards.

  "Rrrrrraaaaaaaaarr!" Bruce roared and threw himself at Lee, knee
first. His opponent, however, easily avoided this by stepping out of
the way.

  "I'll kill ya, you motherfuckin' traitor," the large man snarled.
"I can kill you with one blow and you fuckin' know it!" With this, he
threw a punch at Lee that would probably have proven him correct if
it had hit. It didn't, though - his opponent once again stepped
aside, grabbed the outstretched arm with one hand and the kickboxer's
body with the other, and threw him into a wall.

  "Why don't you just surrender right away?" Though he had a high
opinion of himself, Lee knew his opponent spoke the truth. He also
knew that the angrier Bruce got, the fiercer his attacks would get,
which meant he would be able to see them coming a mile away.

  It didn't take Bruce long to get to his feet. "Nobody attacks me
and lives! NOBODY!" Once again, he leapt at the, though well-trained,
much less impressive-looking chinese man, trying to land a blow.

  Avoiding this one just as easy as the one before it, Lee continued
to tease his opponent. "What about officer Wulong, then? Last time I
was in Hong Kong, he was still healthy."

  He had obviously hit a tender spot. Bruce immediately threw himself
at Lee and managed to connect with his left knee. Sinking to the
ground, Lee rolled backwards, and swept round his right leg as he
rose, knocking his pursuing enemy to the ground. "Better be careful,"
he thought to himself. "One more of those and I'm history."

  Never tiring, the immense american once again threw himself at his
opponent, intending to end the fight. Lee, however, had the very same
intention. Blocking the punch, he knocked Bruce backwards with a high
kick, and followed up with another one, and another one. After three
hits to his head, the kickboxer still stood up, but not for long.

  Lee launched himself towards his opponent, throwing him to the
ground, and started pounding his face repeatedly, not stopping until
he had reduced it to a bloody lump of meat.

  His task accomplished, the silver-haired demon smiled contently.
"Maybe now you will have learned some respect, american."

                                  ***

  "So far he has done all that I have expected", Heihachi thought to
himself. "It is only a matter of time before he confronts Bruce
Irving, if he has not done so already." He smiled inwardly.

                                  ***

  A worried look on her angelic face, the woman that was created from
Kazuya Mishima's light side sat on a high rock in the middle of the
forest, pondering.

  Knowing his innermost self, indeed even being part of it, she knew
Kazuya was not all bad, that he did not really deserve to die. Being
thrown of a cliff by your father at age five definitely counts as a
bad childhood.

  Now he was gone. She was certain, though, that there was a way to
change that. Just as she was created out of his light half, the being
known as Devil was created from the dark one. Combined, they would
represent all of him. Somehow, she thought, it should be possible to
merge them and thus recreate Kazuaya.

  Having inherited the greed and selfishness, Devil would probably
not want that. They were quite evenly matched, and thus, she needed
help. There was only one person who could give her that.

  Devil had been there too, though, and he too had seen what she had
seen. Her only hope was that with his dark nature, it would take him
longer to figure it out, that she would be the faster one.

  Thus, she spread her wings, and rose towards the dark night sky.

                                  ***

  "So, doctor, what is it that you would wish to tell us?"

  Yoshimitsu and Jack-2 where both listening to Dr. Vaskonovich. The
former, dressed as always in his samurai-like armour, looked
curiously at the speaker, while the latter was not really able to
express such advanced emotions. A smile was only barely discernable
on his lips when he looked at the little girl, even tinier compared
to the enormous man, sitting in his knee.

  "When you helped me escape the Mishima Zaibatsu, I worked on a
secret project, codename Alpha. Kazuya Mishima himself supervised it."

  Yoshimitsu raised an eyebrow. "This might prove interesting."

  "The intention was to clone a genetic soldier. We borrowed genetic
material from Kazuya himself. However, it did not meet with full
success. Only two prototypes were ever created, one of whom gained all
the good sides of it's ... um ... progenitor, the other inheriting
all the bad ones."

  "The first one must have been quite small then, I would
presume," Yoshimitsu joked, but seeing that the doctor did not like
the interruption, he motioned for him to go in.

  "You have told me that Heihachi threw his son into an active
volcano. However, that does not mean he is gone for good."

  "Kazuya is dead," Jack-2 stated matter-of-factly.

  "Yes, but his genes still walk around. They are split, but it is
possible for the prototypes to be joined together again, re-creating
a complete Kazuya Mishima." The Doctor waved his hands wildly in the
air to illustrate this.

  "He must have some contacts of his own, outside the corporation, do
you not think?" Yoshimitsu said. "He most certainly hates his father,
now more than ever before, and would probably use any means necessary
to regain control of the Mishima Zaibatsu. If he appears again, we
would have the underworld at war."

  Once again, the robot seemed to be confused. "Why is that bad?"

  "True, it may sound good," Vaskonovich agreed, "but if you think
about it, you realise it is not so. The Mishima Zaibatsu is very
powerful, not only in Japan but in all the world. Very many people
would be involved, many would die, and there would be much chaos and
anarchy."

  Jack-2 shook his head. "That can not be allowed. Kazuya Mishima
must not be ressurected."

  Yoshimitsu nodded. "I believe my metallic friend here has hit the
nail head-on. Perhaps you can give us some more information to help
us accomplish this?"

                                  ***

  The young japanese woman tossed wildly in her sleep. Jun Kazama
was, as so many nights before, plagued by nightmares.

  The demonic creature grinned evilly at her. Somehow, it seemed
familiar, similar to Kazuya Mishima, the man she had intended to
fight, but still for some reason felt a strange attraction towards.
Yet, in so many ways, it was different. Certainly, it's twisted,
purple limbs and leathery wings meant they could not be one and the
same.

  No, she felt none of that attraction towards this creature, this
purple devil, only fear and loathing, as it smiled, a horrible smile
revealing long rows of small, sharp teeth.

  "You," it spoke in that hoarse voice that seemed like a twisted
mockery of the real Kazuya, "shall bear my child."

  "Never!" she cried desperately.

  "You cannot escape your destiny, Jun. You have been chosen by
fate. You," the creature repeated, "shall bear my child."

  "Nooooooooooooooo!"

  Screaming, Jun was shaken awake. She laid in her bed silently,
sweating, tired, but not wishing to go back to sleep.

                                  ***

  She was not the only one who could not sleep. In a large, expensive
bed, the wrestler known to most as King pondered what he had just
seen.

  Something had felt wrong about that dream. Definitely wrong. Like
it was not really his.

  The japanese woman ... who was she? He knew he recognized her.

  And the demon. The demon, laughing at the woman, teasing her,
threathening her. Something was familiar about it, too.

  "Kazama," he though to himself. Yes, that was it. Jun Kazama. That
was the name of the woman. She had been at the King of the Iron Fist
tournament.

  But the demon? He could not escape the feeling he had seen it
before, but still, he did could not figure out when or where.

  No matter what, he was certain this was no ordinary dream.
Obviously, the woman needed help. In the morning, he would arrange
for an airplane ticket to Japan, to find out what was wrong, and do
something about it.

                                  ***

  Saying that the demonic being known to the scientists involved in
project Alpha as "Devil" was angry would be wrong. Irritated, but not
angry.

  Somehow, the dreams had leaked, and been intercepted by the
wrestler. King had to been taken care of before he could interfere,
but Devil had not planned to reveal his existance just yet.

  Fortunately, he already had a solution to that little problem. That
was why he was now waiting in the alley outside a shady gym in Mexico
City.

  He did not have to wait long. Soon, the door opened, and a tall
muscular mexican man appeared. He was not wearing his mask, but the
shape of the body, and the patch over the right eye, was a dead
giveaway.

  "Armor King," the demon whispered softly, from his position in the
shadows.

  The other immediately turned towards him. "What? Who? How do know
who I am?" he spat out nervously, trying to focus on the stranger but
not quite being able to see who he was speaking to.

  "Let's just say," Devil smiled, "I am a friend."

  "What?"

  "You wish to have revenge for that eye, do you not?"

  Armor King could merely nod.

  "The one known as King has always been able to beat you in the
past. You know that he is a better fighter than you."

  "Have you come here to insult me?" The wrestler was quickly turning
angry.

  Devil smiled again. This would probably be even easier than he had
expected. "It is the truth, and you know it. I, however, can give you
the edge you need. Do you accept my help?"

  "How?" Though he realised that it was indeed as the other said,
he did not really trust the stranger yet.

  "You will see ... if you accept. Do you?"

  It felt wrong, but King's old enemy could not let a chance like
this go away. "I do."

  Devil's smile widened. He opened his mouth, and laughed, an insane,
devilish laugh. He placed his hand on the other's shoulder, and
suddenly, the mexican screamed with pain. They were both slowly
engulfed in a sphere of red light.

  Only a few seconds passed, and then, with a flash, the ball of
light was gone. In the alley stood only Armor King, now fully
armoured. The single eye of his catlike mask was glowing red.

  "Now, King," he whispered, "you die."

                                  ***

  Jun Kazama was in the garden outside her house, practicing, when
she thought she saw something move in the nearby bushes. She
approached carefully, not knowing what to expect, but was relieved
when she spotted the cause of her worry - a kangaroo.

  "Alex? What are YOU doing here?" she said, scratching the animal
between it's ears. In response, Alex just let out a sound which
seemed to indicate happiness, and lowered his head, obviously wanting
her to keep scratching it.

  Jun smiled and did so, though still surprised.

                                  ***

  King was unable to get a plane leaving during day-time, and thus,
it was already dark when he left the orphanage where, as he so often
did, he had spent the day playing with the children.

  Immediately, he felt that something was wrong. He was not alone.

  He didn't have to wonder long - Armor King stepped out of the
shadows, his eye still glowing.

  "You!" Though surprised at first, King quickly assumed a fighting
stance. His opponent, not in the mood to talk, immediately threw a
punch, which King barely caught.

  In response, he tried a quick kick towards the armoured one's legs,
but the other sidestepped, and connected a quick fist to the stomach.
As his opponent staggered slightly from the punch, Armor King was
able to grab him and throw him into a nearby wall.

  "He's never been this fast before!" King thought to himself as he
sailed through the air.

  He returned to a standing position quickly, and threw himself at
the other, but the armoured one ducked, and when King rolled back to
his feet, his opponent was there with a fierce round-house which sent
him flying backwards.

  It didn't take the wrestler long to regain his balance, but his
opponent was faster still. A massive uppercut hit King's jaw, sending
him to the realm of unconciousness.

  From the door of the orphanage, a boy was watching the fight
wide-eyed, as Armor King stepped up to the body of his defeated
arch-rival, took hold on both sides of the neck, and, in a single
motion, ripped it straight off.

  He laughed insanely, holding the still lion-masked head up for the
world to see.

  Suddenly, he staggered. Lightning pulsed through his body for a few
moments, and then, with a flash, he was once again covered by a
sphere of red light. When it disappeared, Devil was once again there.

  It was the demon-like creature that carried on the insane laughter
as he rose into the air and flew away, flapping his enourmous
bat-like wings. Armor King just stood there, staring at the lifeless
body and the head he was still holding. Dropping it, he sank to his
knees, crying softly, slowly realising what he had just done.

                                  ***

  When Angel came sailing slowly down from the sky, Jun was still
practicing in her garden. At first, she was at a loss for words. The
winged woman had appeared out of nowhere, totally unexpectedly.
Finally, she managed to regain her composure.

  "Who are you?"

  The angelic being smiled, which somehow immediately made Jun very
calm. She felt that this woman was her friend. "I am part of the man
you love."

  Again, Jun didn't know what to say. "Who?"

  "Kazuya Mishima."

  "No..." Jun stammered insecurely, "I hate him! He's evil!"

  Again, Angel smiled warmly. "Do you really believe that yourself?"

  The japanese woman barely managed a weak nod. It was obvious she
was not sas certain as her words might indicate.

  "You want him to return, don't you?"

  "But that's impossible ... I saw him die! Have you come here just
to tease me?" Though it was obvious the angelic woman had more
sincere intentions, tears started forming in Jun's eyes.

  "No, it's not." Angel took her hand comfortingly. "As I said, I am
part of him. Half. The other half..."

  She didn't need to explain who it was. Jun remembered the creature,
the demon, from her dreams. She strengthened her grip of Angel's
hand.

  "Don't fear. I'm to help you."

  Jun nodded weakly.

  "There's a ritual that can make us unite to Kazuya again. We must
begin training now, or he may find us here before you are ready."

                                  ***

  Jun was awakened by being softly shaken. "Huh?" she muttered
sleepily.

  "I have a bad feeling," Angel whispered. "We must leave!"

  The japanese woman immediately came wide awake.

                                  ***

  As they hurriedly left the house, Jun and Angel did not notice that
they were being watched. Though not as smart as a normal human, Alex'
intellect was surpassed that of an average kangaroo more than enough
to realise that something was wrong.

  Very well. He was going to stay behind, and make sure that whomever
it was that had scared them would not find out where they had gone
too.

  He did not have to wait long. Only half an hour later, a purple
spot appeared in the distant horizan, quickly growing, until it could
easily be recognized as the demonic being known as Devil.

  It landed near the house.

  "So," Devil snorted, "they have left already? Doesn't matter. I
will find her easily." Laughing hoarsely, he folded his wings and
began walking towards the front door.

  Alex emerged from within, blocking the door and assuming a combat
stance.

  The demonic creature looked at the him condescendingly. "So, little
one, you're going to stop me?"

  The kangaroo let out a defiant cry, indicating with his glove-clad
paws that such were indeed his intention.

  "Hmph." Devil snorted, crept together for a short while, then stood
to his full height, flexing his muscles and concentrating his gaze on
his opponent. From his eyes sprang beams of blue light.

  What Devil didn't realize was that Alex had seen him fight before,
and was expecting this. The kangaroo did a somersault towards the
demon, rolling below the beam and sweeping the purple one's legs.
This disturbed his balance somewhat, but though he was surprised, it
was not enough to make Devil fall.

  As his concentration was broken, he almost immediately threw a
heavy punch to the chest of his smaller opponent, sending him flying
into the door he came from, breaking it into shards of wood, and
landing on the floor within.

  Quickly, he followed, intending to deliver the killing blow. Alex,
however, was not fully as week as Devil thought. The kangaroo had got
to his feet immediately upon landing, and the demonic creature ran
straight into an impressive haymaker, which sent him flying back out
again.

  Not intending to do the same mistake as his opponent, Alex
procedeed carefully towards his opponent, which prove to be even more
fatal, as it gave the other time for a new beam. Rising into the air,
Devil sent the blue flashes of energy towards the kangaroo as he
emerged from the door, pinning him to the ground.

  Landing, the demonic being stepped up to his opponent, who was
still writhing in pain, took hold of his neck, and raised him into
the air. He kicked his head twice, lifted him even further using both
arms, and finally threw him onto his knee. The crack when the
kangaroo's back broke was loud enough to be heard a mile away.

                                  ***

  A brief search gave no indication of where the owner of the house
had went, though the broken door indicated that they had been in
quite a hurry - or someone else had been there afterwards.

  "Damn," Yoshimitsu swore. "We are too late. They have already
left."

  "We lose?" Jack-2 enquired in his mechanical voice.

  "Hrmph." Yoshimitsu seemed almost deeply insulted. "Of course we
don't. I am a ninja, after all - I happen to possess some skills in
tracking."

                                  ***

  Jun and Angel were in the final stage of the ritual. By now, the
hotel room they had rented stank heavily of incense, and they were
both chanting in low voices.

  Suddenly, the locked door burst inwards, torn apart at the hinges.
Devil entered, a menacing grin on his face.

  They had expected this, however, and he was too late.

  Angel and Devil both started glowing softly, she white, he purple.
The angelic woman reached out towards the demonic being with her
hand. He tried to back off, but not in time. When she touched him,
it was as if their bodies disappeared, leaving behind only two
vaguely humanoid forms of white and purple light.

  Slowly, the two light-shapes started melting together. Where they
met, the light not only changed color but also increased in
intensity, until it was just one small orb, shining incredibly
bright.

  Bolts of lightning shot from the sphere all over the room. Some of
them hit Jun, and she shook with pain, but managed to keep up the
chanting, her voice becoming more and more desperate.

  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the sphere of light
floated out into a human shape - one which Jun could recognize as
that of Kazuya Mishima. As she spoke the last words of the ritual,
with a flash, it turned solid, and he stood there.

  Tears of joy streaming from her eyes, she fell exhaustedly into his
waiting arms.

                                  ***

  It was early morning when Kazuya left the hotel, dressed in his
usual purple suit. Outside, Jack-2 and Yoshimitsu were waiting for
that.

  "So, Kazuya, where do you think you are going? Eager to start your
business again?" Yoshimitsu smiled grimly.

  "Get out of my way."

  "No." Jack-2's metallic face was blank as he folded his arms.

  "I could say I am sorry I have to that, but it would be a lie. This
time, Kazuya, you will die once and for all."

  Shrugging, Kazuya adopted a combat stance. "If you want a fight,
you'll get one."

  The other two also redied themselves for fighting, and immediately,
Yoshimitsu lashed out with his katana. Kazuya managed to block the
strike with his left arm, however, and punched the ninja's stomach
with the other.

  Meanwhile, the cyborg approached Kazuya's back, but was greeted with
a kick to the groin. Unlike most, however, that location was not
particularly sensitive, and he grabbed the other's suit, lifted him
into the air, and sent him flying backwards with a punch in the face
which would have killed any normal human.

  Though he survived it, he was not unaffected, and when Kazuya rose
heavily, his nose was heavily, and he spat out a stream of blood.
He might be one of the best, but even he was not able to take on two
fighters this good alone for very long. Just as he got Jack-2 of his
feet with a foot-sweep, he felt something sharp pierce through his
back.

  Yoshimitsu pushed the blade heavily through Kazuya's, penetrating
his ribs and entering the heart.

  Just as Kazuya coughed up a final lump of blood and sank to the
ground, Jun came running out of the hotel, crying in vain.

  "Noooooooooooooo!"

  None of them were ready for what happened next, and could only
stare wide-eyed as the body shivered and convulsed, and then began
twisting. The limbs grew monstrously, breaking the suit, and the
skin turned a sickly purple shade. Wings emerged from the back.

  Only seconds later, Devil stood before them again.

  "Fools!" he snickered. "Now that the pathethic so-called light half
is gone, I have the full power of he who was once Kazuya Mishima."

  It was Yoshimitsu who first managed to come to his senses.
"Monster! I can not allow you to exist!"

  The demonic creature just laughed. "Give me your best shot."

  Yoshimitsu did not respond, but instead launched himself towards
Devil, sword held high. He never got a chance to slash, however,
as the being jumped high into the air, keeping itself there by gently
flapping it's wings.

  The world seemed to hold it's breath for a few moments, while the
demonic creature just hung there, then with a roar it threw itself
in a kick, not towards the samurai-clad ninja, but towards Jack-2,
who didn't have time to react before he could feel the large, clawed
foot crush into his breast-plates, denting them slightly.

  Not giving the slow cyborg a chance to react, Devil looked directly
into his eyes and let out a short burst of energy, which made his
entire head shake with lightning and shortcuits, before he sank to
the ground, the spark totally gone from his eyes.

  Yoshimitsu ran towards his fallen comrade, but the demonic creature
was ready for him and struck out with a fist, knocking the other
backwards, but not before he could strike with his blade, risping a
shallow wound on the demonic chest which made Devil cry out in pain
as green blood slowly oozed out.

  His eyes glowing red with fury, he threw another punch towards the
ninja, this one hitting his head heavily and sending him uncouncious
to the ground.

  With both his opponents down, Devil turned towards Jun, who could
only watch, paralyzed with fear for the one she now saw before her.
"Finally ... you will be mine!"

  "No, she won't." The demonic creature turned towards the new voice
to see Heihachi entering the scene, now in his combat dress. "I've
been following you for quite some time. It was nice of you to get rid
of that irritating wrestler, but I won't allow to violate this
woman."

  "I'm not your son, old man."

  "All the better."

  Devil laughed. "My might far surpasses yours."

  "We will see. I am not King of the Iron Fist without reason."

  They both redied themselves for the fight that was about to ensue,
eyes locked on each other, both fully aware that this would be it.
The final fight, which one of them would come out of alive, and one
wouldn't. The demonic creature was fully certain he would be the
survivor. Heihachi was not as sure, and he knew that gave him just
the advantage he needed.

  Simultaneously, they both jumped to each other, intending to get
the other with a flying kick. Neither it, and they landed again,
having switched position.

  As Devil raised his head for a power beam, Heihachi ran forward,
threw himself towards his opponent, and managed to threw the demonic
creature to the ground before he was hit by the blast.

  Throwing the other off a punch, Devil rose to his feet again, and
swept Heihachi off-balance with a quick foot-sweep, but the punch
intending to follow up was not quick enough, as the old man blocked
it and managed to connect a kick to the demonic belly.

  Stunning him with a quick blow the head, Devil grabbed his opponent
in a fierce hug, but though he could barely breathe, Heihachi was not
stopped so easily. Indeed, this was just what he had wanted as he
managed to get his right arm loose, raising the fist high into the
air where it sparkled with energy, before he unleashed the tremendous
blow, striking the demonic being's head and almost knocking it off
it's shoulders.

  Devil fell to the ground, rapidly loosing his conciousness, but the
old man wasn't going to stop. He took hold of Yoshimitsu's nearby
lying katana, put the tip to Devil's forehead, and pushed it in.

  The demonic body seemed to writhe in pain, then began to glow
softly from with for a few seconds, before flames burst out. After a
few minutes of intense burning, only ashes remained.

                                  ***

  Once again, Heihachi stood atop the volcano. Now the mistake he had
made when he put his son to the world had been irrevocably corrected.
He could once again set his mind to more important tasks.

                                  ***

  Crying softly to herself, Jun finally managed to fall asleep.
Kazuya was dead again, and this time, he could not be brought back
to life.

  She was not aware, that inside her, something was already growing.

                                  ***

AUTHOR'S NOTES!

Yay! Finally I managed to complete this! Over two months and just
32k in the end - that must be some kind of a record. >_<
No, I don't have any direct plans for what to do next, but the
chances of it being a continuation of this are extremely small.

As I've already said, all C&C are appreciated, no matter how small
and unimportant it may seem. I'm well aware this is very, very far
from the best fiction ever written, and anything that is in the
least constructive will make me eternally grateful, even minor
grammatical corrections.

Now, while any return mail at all is enough for me to put hearts in
my speech-bubbles for all of next week, there are two things that
I'm especially uncertain about: Dr Vaskonovich and the fights.
The good doctor is supposed to sound like the typical russian genius
who's not too good at english, which he definitely doesn't right now.
The fights - well, I just have this feeling they could be improved
a lot. Not longer - I seldom like reading long fights myself - but
better feeling...

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