Under The Pale Moonlight.
Kazuya and Jun were lying under the great oak in Kazuya’s private garden surrounded by exotic flowers and butterflies.
Jun’s head was resting on Kazuya’s lap. While she stared at the moon Kazuya gently stroked her hair.
She was reminiscing about the past days.
The past week had been the most wonderful time in both their lives. They spent every moment together. They were like kids again. They laughed together, chased each other in the garden or in the house, they would tease each other and Jun would fall into Kazuya’s strong arms. And they would kiss.
And Jun actually got to the see the “other side” of Kazuya Mishima.
Not a man of wrath and anger...but a man who can love and who can care.
And it was no surprise to her that he became even more loving and caring after she told him that she was expecting a child.
Kazuya stared at Jun’s thoughtful face. “You’re thinking of names, aren’t you”, he said still stroking her hair. Jun looked at him and smiled. The breeze became colder so Kazuya asked Jun to go inside but she refused and told him that she was fine. Kazuya put his arms around her to warm her.
She turned around. They kissed. Kazuya started kissing her neck and Jun made a small sigh of lust.
She was now lying on the ground with Kazuya on top of her.
Kazuya started kissing her body. It's been a while since they last made love. All of a sudden Jun said “No...wait, I have an appointment with the gynaecologist tomorrow morning...and I want to smell fresh and nice...I’m sorry, I hope you don’t mind”
Kazuya frowned, rolled away from her and made an almost unnoticeable sigh of disappointment, yet he smiled at her and told her that he understands.
They were both staring at the sky again.
After a while Kazuya turned back to Jun and asked “you don’t have a dentist appointment as well do you?”

Jin-Jin.
It was a peaceful Sunday afternoon. The rain just stopped and people were talking and taking a walk in Mishima Park which was built just a few years after Jin Kazama had taken over the Mishima Corp. On a bench sat a man in his best years. He wore a long dark coat and his hair was bound back to a ponytail. He was Korean. He sat back and enjoyed watching the people go by and the kids play. He did this almost every morning after he retired from fighting.
Suddenly a boy took a seat on the bench across from him. There was something about the boy that quickly drew the Korean’s attention. The distinctive hair, the eyebrows…the boy had the eyes of a Mishima. The Korean smiled. It was unbelievable how strong the Mishima genes were. The boy took out a chocolate bar which he started to eat immediately.
The Korean observed the boy and tried to think of a way to introduce himself to his old friend’s son. He had known the boy only from pictures and had never dreamed to meet him so suddenly. The man enjoyed watching the boy eat one chocolate bar after another.
After starting on his 6th, the Korean shook his head with a smile.
“Son”, the Korean said “eating all that sugar isn’t good for you. It’ll give you acne, rot your teeth and make you fat.”
The boy looked back at him. Obviously surprised at the stranger’s concern.
“My great grandfather lived to become 107 years old and was strong till the end,” the boy replied.
The Korean nodded sagely. He remembered the boy’s great grandfather all too well.
“But did your great grandfather eat six chocolate bars at a time,” the Korean asked amused.
The boy looked at him.. “No,” the boy said. “He just minded his own fuckin business!”