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At the Kazama residence, two big hands were held at each side of Jin's head, putting so much pressure that each induvidual vain was showing. Supressed memories, meant to be kept hidden in the deep and darkness of the back of his mind, were blooming to life, flashing through what remained of his sane mind, ever since the infected genes - that his father had passed onto him - slowly began to blend with his healty genes, and would eventually outnumber them. Another supressed memory ..

~~ 'Jin, no matter what ever will happen to me .. ' Jun bend down to kiss Jin's forehead gently, stroking a few of his black bangs behind his ear. ' .. Know that you will be smiled upon,' ~~

Jin squeezed his heavy eyelids shut, clenching his jaws. His body was begging to make it stop, as every memory could be compared to a match, and the heavy emotions that followed, as something extremely flameable. The more memmories he would get, the more hatred and heartbroken he'd feel, and let's say the infected genes seemed to feed on those emotions. Jin knew that in order to controll the rise of the demon inside, he had to find a way to make the memmories fade and to numb his own thoughts. And recently he'd gotten into the bad habbits of taking large amounts of sleeping pills and anti depressants. A sharp sensation ran through his head, other memories..

~~ 'It is obvious you master an unique variant of the traditional Karate, Jin. Are you sure you want to learn the traditional-style Karate?'
Jin tightened the gloves he was wearing, patting his thies as he got up to meet the Sensei's eyes. 'Yes. I want to discard the martial arts I currently make use of,' ~~

~~ 'Jiiiin!' A girl wearing her hair in pigtails, ran towards him, hugging him tightly, as if she hadn't seen him in years, yet in reality it would've only been about 3 hours. 'Xiao..' a faint smile spread across the raven-haired man's face. The girl followed him until they reached the school's entrance gate. 'I'll see you tomorrow, Jin'! Xiaoyu kissed him on the cheek, waving as she ran towards her best friend, Miharu. Jin threw his schoolbag over his broad shoulder as he left the school property. ~~

Jin screamed in anger, tears welling up in the corners of his mind. The flood of memories continued.

~~ 'I couldn't care less about your mother, boy. She was probably killed by Ogre,' Jin couldn't believe what he heard his father say. The distant and heartless manner of speech, giving off the feeling that he had lost his last remaining part of humanity.
'Don't expect me to hold your hand, son. You're 19, and according to the law, you're an adult. You leave the house next week, no arguments,' Jin gasped and watched in silence as his father left the room. ~~

A shaking hand reached for the empty glass on the night stand, while the other managed to squeeze a little white pill out of its plastic wrapper. Breathing heavily and vision flickering between a clear focus and darkness, the 26 year old man stumbled into the large bathroom. Once water had filled half of the emptiness the glass held, Jin eagerly tossed the pill in the back of his throat, drowning it with a little amount of water. He rubbed his trembling fingers through his eyes, as he saw his pale reflection in the wall-mirror. He knew that he had little time left to surpress the slow but fierce rise of his demon. His increasing heartbeat had reached such a fast pace, it started to scare him. Despite this being one of the many times he had experienced this, it always scared him, as he feared for his life. The harder his heart beated, the faster he felt his blood run through his veins, soon to be followed with a rush of sudden adrenaline and the body's own endorfines, trying to calm itself down and keep survival a possibility.

Jin sighed as he felt the narcotics kick in and a warm, calming feeling came over him. He leaned back, waiting for his heartbeat and breathing to return to normal, alongside his blurry vision. All the man now craved for, was the warmth of his bed, his safe haven. He headed for the master bedroom, smiling faintly, as he thought of the sleep he would be getting any moment now. Throwing his sedated body on the kingsized bed, Jin was once again greeted by the same thought he had for the past 7 years now. 'What if I just ended it myself?' He had considered the thought of taking his own life, several times, yet ... when he was about to proceed such a deed, the demon inside would unleash itself, preventing its host from no longer giving him life, and a body to act his evil deeds. The desire to live had left the only Kazama son years ago, and even the honor of acting out a suicide, was taken from him, by one of the main reasons he even wanted to end it. Jin wrapped the sheets around him, resembling a cocoon. He smelled the scent of washing-powder and a faint remaining touch of his own cologne, that seemed to have been lingering in the fabric.

- - - -

'Tell me, brothers dear..' a Chinese man said, looking up to meet the gaze of one of his female servants, while she lit his cigar. Once she noticed thatt a pair of hazel eyes had met hers, a faint blush crept upon her cheeks. She bowed deeply, departing from the room, so her master could get back on with the conversation he was having with his guests. A confident grin decorated the silver-haired man. He loved intimidating his servants, either male or female, the females clearly being intimidated more easily. Kazuya clearing his throat made Lee aware of the anticipation his guests must've been feeling, allowing him to continue his sentence. 'Loosen up, big brother, everything on its time. No need to get impatient .. although that always has been a foul personality-trait of yours ..' Lars started to feel rather uneasy as he watched the raven-haired man raise a bushy eyebrow, with a look on his face that said he could snap Chaolan's neck any second. 'Cut to the chase, fairy,' Kazuya's stern voice stated. Lee smirked viciously, licking his perfectly formed lips as he shot a glance towards his elder brother. It amused Lee whenever his actions got onto Kazuya's nerves. He loved seeing the 50 year old Mishima's eye twitch, signaling the man was about to hand out a couple of his trademark deathglares, soon to be followed by the common fist-fights between him and his brother. Oh, how he loved it. The sadistic pervert Lee Chaolan was..

'The reason why I asked both of you to meet me here, is because we all share the same goal..,' he breathed out a large cloud of smoke, his gaze shifting between the raven-haired Japanese- and the ash-blonde Swedish man. 'We already paid your son a visit .. I found us a rather charming welcomings-commity. Yet to no prevail, dear brothers,' Kazuya's harsh glance shifted to Lars. 'Because this waste of hair spray had to betray the Mishima family-tree and accept the offer from that ignorant offspring of mine ..,' Lars frowned, trying to come up with some smart-ass remark, but gave it a rest as he accepted the fact that he did not share those demening genes with his Mishima relatives. Lee's danty laugh broke the silence, ending the exchanging of foul glances between Kazuya and Lars. 'I fancy Lars' hairstyle, it has a .. certain wildness attached to it. I love it when men show off their wild side,' Both Kazuya and Lars sighed deeply. The ash-blonde shifted in his seat, turning his head toward the broad dark-haired man that sat next to him. 'I think it's rather ironic that you, a Mishima, dares to judge when it comes to the act of betrayal. After all, that's the fundamentation to the Mishima bloodline, isn't it? (Betrayal) Didn't I make you proud by accepting Jin's offer and 'betraying' the family, ' brother ' ?'

Kazuya clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. 'You should've stayed in Sweden, boy. You have no buisness within our family. You're an outsider, and you will never be recognized as a true, full-blooded Mishima. So betrayal adapts a new perspective in your case. Come to mention family-matters, the Mishima Zaibatsu is a company that should be run by a Mishima. Last time I checked neither you nor that blood sucking leech over there share that surname,' Lars felt his face turn into a knot, his wrists clenched at his legs. 'I'm blessed not to have been given the name Mishima. And the same goes for being raised outside of Japan, and Heihachi's parenting ways. Which are, according to your attitude and inhumane way of thinking and acting, by far the most fucked up. I mean .. fuck, Heihachi never even loved you, because if he did, he would never have had the need to adopt Lee,' Chaolan crossed his legs, amused as he watched Kazuya and Lars get at each other. Kazuya's face fell upon hearing Lars' remark. 'Do you have a deathwish, foreign-boy? I advise you to keep that nose of yours where it belongs. And assuming you already seem familiar with the family history, you should already know that we don't hesitate to kill a relative and that we feel little to no remorse by inflicting severe damage to one-another,'

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At the Kazama residence, two big hands were held at each side of Jin's head, putting so much pressure that each induvidual vain was showing. Supressed memories, meant to be kept hidden in the deep and darkness of the back of his mind, were blooming to life, flashing through what remained of his sane mind, ever since the infected genes - that his father had passed onto him - slowly began to blend with his healty genes, and would eventually outnumber them. Another supressed memory ..

~~ 'Jin, no matter what ever will happen to me .. ' Jun bend down to kiss Jin's forehead gently, stroking a few of his black bangs behind his ear. ' .. Know that you will be smiled upon,' ~~

Jin squeezed his heavy eyelids shut, clenching his jaws. His body was begging to make it stop, as every memory could be compared to a match, and the heavy emotions that followed, as something extremely flameable. The more memmories he would get, the more hatred and heartbroken he'd feel, and let's say the infected genes seemed to feed on those emotions. Jin knew that in order to controll the rise of the demon inside, he had to find a way to make the memmories fade and to numb his own thoughts. And recently he'd gotten into the bad habbits of taking large amounts of sleeping pills and anti depressants. A sharp sensation ran through his head, other memories..

~~ 'It is obvious you master an unique variant of the traditional Karate, Jin. Are you sure you want to learn the traditional-style Karate?'
Jin tightened the gloves he was wearing, patting his thies as he got up to meet the Sensei's eyes. 'Yes. I want to discard the martial arts I currently make use of,' ~~

~~ 'Jiiiin!' A girl wearing her hair in pigtails, ran towards him, hugging him tightly, as if she hadn't seen him in years, yet in reality it would've only been about 3 hours. 'Xiao..' a faint smile spread across the raven-haired man's face. The girl followed him until they reached the school's entrance gate. 'I'll see you tomorrow, Jin'! Xiaoyu kissed him on the cheek, waving as she ran towards her best friend, Miharu. Jin threw his schoolbag over his broad shoulder as he left the school property. ~~

Jin screamed in anger, tears welling up in the corners of his mind. The flood of memories continued.

~~ 'I couldn't care less about your mother, boy. She was probably killed by Ogre,' Jin couldn't believe what he heard his father say. The distant and heartless manner of speech, giving off the feeling that he had lost his last remaining part of humanity.
'Don't expect me to hold your hand, son. You're 19, and according to the law, you're an adult. You leave the house next week, no arguments,' Jin gasped and watched in silence as his father left the room. ~~

A shaking hand reached for the empty glass on the night stand, while the other managed to squeeze a little white pill out of its plastic wrapper. Breathing heavily and vision flickering between a clear focus and darkness, the 26 year old man stumbled into the large bathroom. Once water had filled half of the emptiness the glass held, Jin eagerly tossed the pill in the back of his throat, drowning it with a little amount of water. He rubbed his trembling fingers through his eyes, as he saw his pale reflection in the wall-mirror. He knew that he had little time left to surpress the slow but fierce rise of his demon. His increasing heartbeat had reached such a fast pace, it started to scare him. Despite this being one of the many times he had experienced this, it always scared him, as he feared for his life. The harder his heart beated, the faster he felt his blood run through his veins, soon to be followed with a rush of sudden adrenaline and the body's own endorfines, trying to calm itself down and keep survival a possibility.

Jin sighed as he felt the narcotics kick in and a warm, calming feeling came over him. He leaned back, waiting for his heartbeat and breathing to return to normal, alongside his blurry vision. All the man now craved for, was the warmth of his bed, his safe haven. He headed for the master bedroom, smiling faintly, as he thought of the sleep he would be getting any moment now. Throwing his sedated body on the kingsized bed, Jin was once again greeted by the same thought he had for the past 7 years now. 'What if I just ended it myself?' He had considered the thought of taking his own life, several times, yet ... when he was about to proceed such a deed, the demon inside would unleash itself, preventing its host from no longer giving him life, and a body to act his evil deeds. The desire to live had left the only Kazama son years ago, and even the honor of acting out a suicide, was taken from him, by one of the main reasons he even wanted to end it. Jin wrapped the sheets around him, resembling a cocoon. He smelled the scent of washing-powder and a faint remaining touch of his own cologne, that seemed to have been lingering in the fabric.

- - - -

'Tell me, brothers dear..' a Chinese man said, looking up to meet the gaze of one of his female servants, while she lit his cigar. Once she noticed thatt a pair of hazel eyes had met hers, a faint blush crept upon her cheeks. She bowed deeply, departing from the room, so her master could get back on with the conversation he was having with his guests. A confident grin decorated the silver-haired man. He loved intimidating his servants, either male or female, the females clearly being intimidated more easily. Kazuya clearing his throat made Lee aware of the anticipation his guests must've been feeling, allowing him to continue his sentence. 'Loosen up, big brother, everything on its time. No need to get impatient .. although that always has been a foul personality-trait of yours ..' Lars started to feel rather uneasy as he watched the raven-haired man raise a bushy eyebrow, with a look on his face that said he could snap Chaolan's neck any second. 'Cut to the chase, fairy,' Kazuya's stern voice stated. Lee smirked viciously, licking his perfectly formed lips as he shot a glance towards his elder brother. It amused Lee whenever his actions got onto Kazuya's nerves. He loved seeing the 50 year old Mishima's eye twitch, signaling the man was about to hand out a couple of his trademark deathglares, soon to be followed by the common fist-fights between him and his brother. Oh, how he loved it. The sadistic pervert Lee Chaolan was..

'The reason why I asked both of you to meet me here, is because we all share the same goal..,' he breathed out a large cloud of smoke, his gaze shifting between the raven-haired Japanese- and the ash-blonde Swedish man. 'We already paid your son a visit .. I found us a rather charming welcomings-commity. Yet to no prevail, dear brothers,' Kazuya's harsh glance shifted to Lars. 'Because this waste of hair spray had to betray the Mishima family-tree and accept the offer from that ignorant offspring of mine ..,' Lars frowned, trying to come up with some smart-ass remark, but gave it a rest as he accepted the fact that he did not share those demening genes with his Mishima relatives. Lee's danty laugh broke the silence, ending the exchanging of foul glances between Kazuya and Lars. 'I fancy Lars' hairstyle, it has a .. certain wildness attached to it. I love it when men show off their wild side,' Both Kazuya and Lars sighed deeply. The ash-blonde shifted in his seat, turning his head toward the broad dark-haired man that sat next to him. 'I think it's rather ironic that you, a Mishima, dares to judge when it comes to the act of betrayal. After all, that's the fundamentation to the Mishima bloodline, isn't it? (Betrayal) Didn't I make you proud by accepting Jin's offer and 'betraying' the family, ' brother ' ?'

Kazuya clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. 'You should've stayed in Sweden, boy. You have no buisness within our family. You're an outsider, and you will never be recognized as a true, full-blooded Mishima. So betrayal adapts a new perspective in your case. Come to mention family-matters, the Mishima Zaibatsu is a company that should be run by a Mishima. Last time I checked neither you nor that blood sucking leech over there share that surname,' Lars felt his face turn into a knot, his wrists clenched at his legs. 'I'm blessed not to have been given the name Mishima. And the same goes for being raised outside of Japan, and Heihachi's parenting ways. Which are, according to your attitude and inhumane way of thinking and acting, by far the most fucked up. I mean .. fuck, Heihachi never even loved you, because if he did, he would never have had the need to adopt Lee,' Chaolan crossed his legs, amused as he watched Kazuya and Lars get at each other. Kazuya's face fell upon hearing Lars' remark. 'Do you have a deathwish, foreign-boy? I advise you to keep that nose of yours where it belongs. And assuming you already seem familiar with the family history, you should already know that we don't hesitate to kill a relative and that we feel little to no remorse by inflicting severe damage to one-another,'