Breaking Brat | A Tekken Fanfic

Breaking Brat

Rows of incubating tubes illuminated G-Corporation facility. Researchers come and go, taking turns in researching Kazuya's Devil Gene, as well as attempting to recover his dead body. And yet, days, weeks, months and years passing by, Kazuya's form that keeps deteriorating within each experimental attempt and researchers slowly losing their patience, despite of Kazuya himself not feeling it through his induced coma.

Until one day, one tube broke into shards of reinforced glass, but no traces of Kazuya's body were in sight, leading to a hapless researcher walked into dimly lit incubation room to secure the area before other members safely extracted other experiments.

In their line of sight, they searched for any signs of anomaly. They walked, and walked, and walked around the almost dark room. Hairs behind their neck were raised in alert, expecting a worst scenario that would break Kazuya free of his facility. Darting their eyes through prescription glasses, was a voluptuous body, seemingly belong to a female, lying down helplessly at the corner of the room, hardly visible from security cameras. Her skin was delicate and shivering cold from the air-conditioned room, especially with no clothes but scarring marks all over the body. Her hair was lustfully dark, but shining and soaking wet. The vision of beauty from her backside that gives away wider hips and plump bottom, drawn the researcher's attention and fantasies of putting their junk inside her, while bringing their concerns to helping her.

Instinctively, they rushed into taking off their lab coat and wrapped her feeble body into it. It wasn't much, but it's a temporary solution of protecting her from the cold until they escorted her out to retrieve proper clothes. 

"Kazuya Mishima is nowhere to be seen, but there is a woman in this room. Prepare some clothes for her. I will escort her out of the room, " said the researcher as they talked through a microphone attached to their collar, connecting them to other people within surveillance room. "It's okay, Miss. I will get you out immediately."

The researcher helped her stand on her feet. One hand covering most of her body with lab coat, the other holding onto their arm. They teetered as both of them walked away from the corner, reaching the sliding glass door at the other corner.

"Thank you", said the woman as her fingers caressed the shape beneath their sleeve. Not overly muscular, but just enough muscle to give an impression of their well-exercised body. Her eyes met theirs, expressing long-awaited craving. She was hungry for something.

"We have a high-end cafeteria if you're feeling hungry. My treat, of course. Are you...hungry?" said the researcher proudly with a smile, smitten by her beauty.

"Now that you mentioned it..." Her eyes met theirs, with her left eye shining in bright amber. "...I am hungry."

Her sleight of hand caught the researcher off-guard. She swiftly swung them to the front, caught them from their back with her arms, and digged her sharp fangs at the nape of their neck, but no traces of blood. She hunts after whatever lies within that blood. 

She kept sucking, and sucking, and sucking, and sucking, with the researcher's body shrunk and weakened by the minute. Their shirt is now loose by the sleeves and their legs shrunk at the bottom with their shoes slowly coming off from their feet as they shrunk with the body while the womanly figure grew more muscle and size and the hair slowly moving upwards to form a spikey cone shape. The researcher wailed in agony, but what sounded like a husky manly voice gradually faded into a screeching moan, as if something was slowly moving from the crotch inward, their hair becoming longer and their bones cracking from sudden shifting in each position. Followed by a sudden protrusion at their chest, sliding up and down in every suck by the neck until it does nothing but grow bigger and the shirt is no longer able to contain the bulge, bursting outward into a pair of nicely endowed breasts. The constant pain and moan drained all of their energy to scream no more, leaving their body collapsed on the cold ground, revealing that the woman...is no longer a woman.

It was Kazuya Mishima himself. All in his peak strength and powerful glory. Toned curve from decades of training, endowed with lustful rear. Scars decorate his majestic figure and sharp jawline, despite leaving strands of hair on his forehead and his left eye, glows in furious amber.

His eyes preened to one of the security cameras and his lips cornered to a smirk, left eye shining amber once again, before he proceed to take the researcher's clothes and wear them on his body. Until security alarm was going haywire, loud sirens are heard and security lights shining bright red in alert. However, the alarm wasn't for him, but for Tekken Force agents blasting the door open and readied their rifles to capture him.

"Heh, the old geezer found me again." Kazuya muttered to himself, leaving another smirk at the agents, possibly having surveillance camera attached to their vest for someone else outside of facility. 

"How convenient..."

Kazuya clenched his fist, rushed towards one soldier with a rifle and punched them by the gut, immediately blocked by their rifle exactly as he wanted before sweeping their legs until they fall on the ground, twisted their arms until the assault rifle nozzle were facing their helmet, and forcefully pulled the trigger to put them out of commission. Rushing towards other Tekken Force soldiers, he easily evaded their movements as if he was only dancing with the flow of each bullet shooting at him, causing friendly fire among soldiers that passed them out. Leaving only one soldier, limping on his stance while holding a hunter's knife. It would be easy for him to put them out of misery for the sake of thrills in battle, until he glanced on his left hand. The tough and calloused hand he was already familiar since he was born, slowly losing its shape and becoming more delicate to touch.

"Tch, stupid G-Corp researchers," he muttered. "I gotta let this one live because of their incompetence!"

The sight of that hand left him vulnerable. Incomplete. And there is only one way to recover from such condition brought by the Devil Gene.

He glanced at the soldier's bulletproof vest, noticing the eye of a camera. Someone, somewhere, has been watching him to exploit his weakness. With a grunt, he took a gun from a collapsed soldier and shot the bulletproof vest, along with other corners wherever his eyes tracked any signs on surveillance cameras. Leaving the lone soldier horrified as they took their damaged armor off and slowly moving away with an injured leg, staring at the abyss, dimly lit by Kazuya's demonic amber eye. Slowly approaching like a hunter cornering the prey. He grabbed the helpless soldier by the collar, digging his fangs to the nape of their neck. Sucking more vitality and manhood out of them. And just like the researcher, collapsing to the ground as nothing but a feeble feminine figure, with Kazuya taking another look at his hand, completely recovered to his peak strength.

He finally approached a large gap in the wall, created by Tekken Force soldiers to break into G-Corp facility. Kazuya spread his demonic wings, proceeded to fly away with his newfound freedom, sorting out an unfinished business with an old man that organized the King of Iron Fist Tournament.