Title: Resolute
Author: Merci
Pairing: Kazuya/Lee implied
Source: Tekken
Summary: Even when Kazuya cuts through his finely-tailored armour, Lee remains strong.
Disclaimer: I am making no profit from this fanfiction. I do not own Tekken, Lee Chaolan, or Kazuya Mishima.
Notes: I forgot that I'd written this and just discovered it in my writing folder. Because I like anything Lee, I felt the need to share.
The claw marks in his back were the only thing that felt relatively good at that moment. His stomach was empty, his skin was bruised and scratched, and there was this awful ache in his chest. He leaned on the window sill, letting the cool air wash over him as he tried to put a name to that aching sensation. He had money and power, and he shouldn't have been feeling so rotten, but the way Kazuya looked at him as he'd left… THAT had seemed to pierce the one part of him Lee didn't think could be touched. As hard as his upbringing had made him, and as indifferent as he'd molded his heart to be, that one ineffable look from his brother had hurt.
The silver devil closed his eyes and turned away from the window. His sheets still held the peculiar smell of ozone left over from Kazuya's passion. Despite all his power – and the women, money, cars, and property that afforded him – Lee could not possess the one thing he wanted most. He balled his fists in the silk sheets and ripped them from the bed. He would never own Kazuya… but that was part of what attracted him.
He brushed the silver strands from his face and looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Pathetic," he muttered as he turned to his closet to retrieve something to wear. Lee Chaolan wasn't the type to sit in the dark and cry about his misfortunes. Kazuya may have left him there, but that didn't mean Lee would sit around waiting for him to return.
The night wasn't over, and Lee was stubborn and resourceful enough to make his own fun.