Wrath Of The Vajra. [Kengan Ashura/Omega Fan-fic]

On a dark rainy night within the district known as Tokita Ward, several figures could be seen leaving a certain slightly dilapidated building.
As they stepped on the mud below their feet, the sounds of clanging metal could be faintly heard within the rain.
These were bladed weapons. All of them covered in blood that was now being washed off by the rain.
It was clear that these men had just done something heinous.
The smell of blood and rain was thick in the air.
The two men leading the group didn't carry any metal weapons, they carried small pistols. They had done most of the killing.
"That's what happens when you try to steal from the Godo Group! I wonder if the Don is gonna give us a day off tomorrow for killin' these punks?"
Out of the two men leading the group, the shorter man asked this question. The other man, which looked like a walking tank, smirked as he heard this.
"Che! He better! We just eliminated over 50 fuckin' guys in under 10 minutes. We worked for this shit!"
The two laughed and continued conversing amongst themselves as they left the area, content with the results of their work.
Unbeknownst to them, the job wasn't over. There was one last person still moving amongst the dead bodies within the building.
His body was laid out in the corner of a small room with multiple stab wounds in his abdomen.
Worst yet, this person was just a child.
For all intents and purposes, he should be dead. But for some reason, he started slowly getting up as quiet groans escaped his mouth.
"Ugh...where...am...I..."
He struggled to lean his body against the wall as he tried to take in his surroundings.
"How...am...i...alive..."
The young boy ran his hand across his forehead in an attempt to remember what the hell happened.
The last thing he knew, he had lost a fight in the underground pits which lead to his death. He was also an adult then too.
So the fact that he was in the body of a child right now left him confused.
Especially when he felt the pain coming from his abdomen.
"Did...I get stabbed? What is going on here?"
Slowly but surely, he started regaining all his memories. Moments later when everything started clicking, he almost couldn't believe what had happened.
"So this kid was in the yakuza...as a child? That's...new. Seems that the guys just liked him around though. He wasn't a real member. Then he died in a raid by a rival yakuza gang huh? Tragic. After that I'm guessing I transmigrated over to his body? That's what makes the most sense. Guess the old man who said he would give me another chance at life wasn't bullshittin'."
It was quite the tale. But he knew he didn't have time to reminisce. Judging from the amount of dead bodies around him, this place wasn't somewhere he could stay at for long. There was no guarantee that the rival gang wouldn't come back.
"Wait, didn't I have stab wounds?"
The more time passed, the more comfortable he felt in this body. Especially when he ran his hand across his abdomen. There were only scars present where the open wounds were.
"Whatever, guess it was the last gift from that old guy. I'm not gonna waste time thinking about it."
The young boy got up, albeit it was a bit of a struggle and immediately ran out the door into the pouring rain. He had no worries about the blood on his body. The rain would take care of it.
As he got into the street, he looked both ways, wondering which direction he should go.
"Wait, if I remember correctly, this boy lived in a small basement not too far away from here...that's the only place I got..."
He immediately turned left and ran down the street, ignoring the strange gazes of the homeless people sitting leaning against the walls.
A few minutes later after a few twists and turns, he arrived at the entrance of a small alleyway between two decent sized rickety houses. He then walked down the alleyway and stopped at the side of the house on the left, where there was a little window leading into a basement underground.
This was where he lived. The yakuza that he was with, now dead, had pulled some strings for him to get this room.
The young boy opened the window and jumped into the room only to be greeted by someone else sitting on his only chair.
Although it was completely torn with the sponge almost completely out of it, still, it was his only chair.
Worst of all, he didn't even know the man who was sitting inside.
A ruthless, toothless smile emerged on the man's face as he saw this young boy enter the room.
"Oi, Heihachi! This room is under new management! So get the fuck out! Hahaha!"
The young boy, who had simply forgot to acknowledge that his name was indeed Heihachi, squinted his eyes at the man. Suddenly, he broke out into an amicable smile.
"You know what old man? It's a rough night and this room is big enough for both of us. Let's just share it for tonight."
The old man erupted into laughter as he heard this. He then picked up the closest object, which happened to be a bottle and threw it at Heihachi.
"I said get the fuck out!!"
CLING!!
Heihachi barely managed to dodge the bottle being thrown at him, causing it hit the wall instead. Now, it was broken.
The smile that had adorned Heihachi's face was now gone. It seemed that the time for being reasonable was over.
Heihachi calmly went to pick up the bottle.
The old man immediately charged at him, expecting Heihachi to fight back with the bottle. That's what any kid in Tokita Ward would do.
Unfortunately though, he was much too late.
"ARGHHHH!"
Heihachi picked up the bottle and stabbed the old man repeatedly in the face the moment he got within a certain distance of him.
He didn't expect Heihachi to be that fast.
STAB! STAB! STAB! STAB!
Heihachi mounted him whilst continuously stabbing his face and neck, turning his face into nothing more than mangled meat.
"You did this to yourself, old man."
Heihachi didn't stop until the old man stopped moving. That's when he threw the bottle to the side and started dragging the man's body out of the little room.
It took a while because of the awkward position of the window but he eventually got the corpse out, although his room was now a bloody mess.
SPLASH!
He dumped the old man's body in the middle of the street and went back into his room.
'Whoever cares enough to clean up his body, will.'
Because of that little hiccup, Heihachi had to deep clean his room with random pieces of clothing.
His own clothing.
"What a hassle."
Fortunately, it only took about an hour to clean it up. One could still smell the blood, but it wasn't as bad as before.
"Sigh."
Heihachi sat down in his torn up chair and combed his long black hair back with his hand.
"How tiring. Judging by the language of these folks, I'm guessing I was reborn somewhere in the east, probably Japan. Sucks that I arrived in this shit hole though. I guess on the bright side, I got a room to myself and two martial arts from the old guy in the sky. I can practice all day."
Since the chair was the only thing in the room, Heihachi had to use it for his bed and couch. It was better than sleeping on the floor.
"I still have enough space to practice. Let's see, he had said those two martial arts were called Mishima Style Fighting Karate and Exploding Heart Release Fist. Yeah...the moment I try to think of it, it appears in my mind. How thoughtful of him. Then...it's settled. I'll start learning new martial arts tomorrow. For now, I need to rest."
Heihachi made sure his window was locked before he closed his eyes. After all, safety was important in a new place like this.
Slowly but surely, he fell asleep. Little did he know that his hellish life was just beginning.