It happened right after Jin arrived in Tokyo. No ashes, no body, only a painful certainty.
No funeral, only a memorial, attended by her son, friends and old companions.
Michelle was her friend... but their contact ended too soon due to a threat. She brought roses of diverse colors, and deep regrets. Regret came with a sense of powerlessness, as if going back in time, even if possible, would fail to make things better anyhow. Her daughter, Julia, brought a crown of feathers, a gift for the departed in their tribe.
Julia had heard Jun was very attentive and helpful. Despite not remembering her, Jun was like an aunt to her.
Jin burned koden for his mother... fire was the last thing he had seen in the chaos. Fire, not her. So it crossed his mind that fire would be the thing in the occasion allowing transference from a world to another... as the tradition went, money to be used in the afterlife.
Wang had been used to have departed contacts. His friend, Jinpachi, deceased by almost 50 years, was talked to and offered sake and other drinks, as if he were there to listen and drink. He did not expect her to go so young, however. It was a shame, she knew so much when they met and fought. She was able to defeat him and even he was fascinated by her uniqueness. He chose an unique drink for her.
Someone else was deeply regretful... he felt the essence of sweetness and kindness in every interaction with her... even though they hadn't seen in years, talked occasionally, there was a sense of longing. And now, wishing he could go back in time to save her... run to her right after the mildest expression of fear, even when it came to mystic forces he didn't know or believe much. Wulong brought her the most pleasant flowers he could find, and the silent thought "I am sorry" after each two seconds.
Paul had a persona of toughness and carelessness... which anyone could sense was fake. In their first interactions, he made her quite mad by revealing the bear fights. But he discovered she was sweet most of the time. And discovering her power and how skillful she was in combat, she became his second rival - at times, he even forgot Kazuya. Unfortunately for him, they didn't fight. Not knowing what to give her, he followed the koden tradition.
Marshall remembered her expressing concern when he revealed his poverty, the struggles he went through just to build the training hall of his dreams... only for it to be destroyed. Under the Mishima Zaibatsu's rules, unknown agent - but high suspicions. She had wished him good luck, revealing she had bigger worries than winning a tournament. Casually talking, once, she revealed being fond of birds and wind instruments. So, along with incense, he brought her a flute.
Forest was not even six years old at the time of the second tournament. He hadn't been there to watch fights or know people, and even if he were, he'd likely not remember. But he knew through his father and Paul that she was great as a fighter and person. He prepared by himself a special soup and white rice with a carrot sauce for her memorial.
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