Silver and Charcoal

Author's Note: Well, as I've said in the summary, I'll try to stick to whatever they tell us in the series, but the truth is... I haven't played tekken 2 and it's not that easy. But I'm writing this for fun [both yours and mine] so bear with it.

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Silver and Charcoal
Chapter I

There is something about hate, perhaps its bitter taste, perhaps its soft warmth or perhaps even its sharp grasp, that makes it a unreliable feeling. Every time it boils within someone, it can be confused for something else, mistaken for another feeling, or even the opposite happen. Truly, hate is as unnstable as a feeling can be. Yet it comes under so many forms, under so many words and under so many meanings. Loathing, despising, hating, malevolence, malice. They all have dark senses, yet there is always a fine particularity that makes them unique, that gives them a reason to exist. Humans tend to ignore their nature, they tend to think of something else, to try to avoid those dark feelings, this shadowy nature that is appealing yet frightening, but humans reamin humans, and they cannot fight the curse that run in their blood. This story, as many others, mix so many other things, yet from far away in the very existence of two beings, two human beings.

The morning was very young and the sun was caressing the woden plank of the small forest house. In this place, time seemed to stop every day, it seemed to be just another quiet place in the univserse where nobody thought about death, wars, hate... In this remote house, a family was living peacefully. Or as peacefully as it could. Heihachi Mishima was not known to be the calmest person around, and his family was known to be troublesome, and to have been for generations, surely the new generation slowly growing would make no exception... as always. Even with the suun hanging in the sky like that, with time slowly passing by and with the calm evironment, there was some tension in the small clearing. The chants of the birth and the smell of the pines were not enough to cover the strange feeling that the air had been carrying for a few weeks now. In the backyard was the casual scene of the beginning of the day. A tall man was seen walking out the door, stretching out to the sun with a wide smile. After walking a few steps, a little black head would pop from behind one of the large rocks.

Laughing, the child jumped down the rock and ran toward the old man, extending his arms. "Granpa! It's time for my training! You promised!" yelled the young boy as he approached Jinpachi.

"Yes, yes, my boy. You have to learn to calm down." The elder replied calmly. His tin lips pulled into a tight smile as he leaned down to ruffle the black hair playfully. And as always, the father was nowhere to be found. At this time, Kazuya Mishima was twelve years old. Soon he would start to grow as a teenager and he would be able to take care of himself. There was nothing to worry about that. Jinpachi placed himself and readied to teach his grandson a little more, as he did every day. No, there was nothing to worry about there. The problem lied barely a few meters further, hidden in the shadows of the wide pine trees. Lee was crouching there, looking at them with a consterned look. Ever since he had arrived in this house, he had been feeling out of place, totally mismatched with the rest of the family. His brown eyes scanned the picture intently. They looked happy together. Without him. A week had passed, perhaps more, he was loosing track of the time, but he could not find himself able to get out. The old man was scaring him, the one taht brought him here... Heihachi... inspired even greater fear to the little boy. No, he could not see what he was doing in such place.
He sat down on the grass and started to nibble on an apple as he watched the others train, surely they were great fighters, but... He was not like them, he was not japanese, he did not belong in this land, this country and this house, he was a stranger. As he had been taught to, he controlled his feelings and leaned agaisnt the trunk of the pine tree, finally closing his eyes for a well-earned rest.

When he opened his eyes, the sun was already starting to run past the highest of the trees of the small forest surrounding the house. At first he wondered where he was, when he smelled the air, he remembered: The demon lair. He found he no longer was leaning agaisnt the trunk, instead he was lying on the fresh grass, and there was a blancket that had been carefully placed overe him.

"You shouldn't sleep like that, it's not good for you. Father would not appreciate you hurting yourself like that." The voice was steady yet youthful. He did not even need the term 'father' to know that it was Kazuya talking to him.
As swiftly as he could, the young Lee sat up and looked around to see the other boy, crouching merely a couple of meters further, his brown eyes looking at him as intently as possible, as if trying to memorize every detail. "What do you care about anyways....?" There was a little bit of bitterness in his voice. Lee was one year younger than his so-called brother, yet there was something in the life he had lived before that made him look older, that felt like he had had no childhood.

"Because I care about you. Because if father brought you back from over there, it is surely not for you to live a worse life. So, snap out of this shit and start acting as a family member." It was a strict order, but the faint smile that accompanied it made it pass in a rather smooth way. Lee managed a light nod, knowing this to be true, even though he did not like being bossed around. He had to get used to the idea that he was there to stay, and if at all possible, he should make the best out of it.

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Author's Note [part II!]: Thank you for reading. It's to be continued, I'll do it as fast as I can. I hope you enjoy, I appreciate rates and reviews.