Warning: Possible Incest, Possible Kazuya x Hwoa x Jin, Possible Kazuya x Hwoa instead of Jin x Hwoa, Experimentation, NO MPREG or Gender-switch, but there is something strange that will happen in the future
More Warnings: Will probably never be updated, this story is merely one of the many I have written on my comp that I've dusted off to allow the world to view. Check my profile for adoption data, challenge info, et cetera...who actually spells that anyway? If I do continue this, updates will be slow in coming. However, do note that I still have one more chapter of this story written.
Summary: Kazuya has it in his head that his son needs a wife. Unfortunately for a penniless Hwoarang, who's master is in critical condition at a high end hospital, he almost perfectly fits the criteria.
Kazuya Mishima silently stared outside of his office window.
The world had long since been tossed into a power struggle between the three major factions, one of which he'd joined, and one that his own son ruled over with an iron fist. His son…With a sigh, Kazuya leaned back in his chair and contemplated the enigma that was his son. Jin Kazama-no, Mishima now-had become a tyrant, attempting to expand his rule through the nation that struggled back and was crushed time and time again. To be honest, he was very proud of him.
However, what annoyed Kazuya the most about his son was the lack of children around him. Granted, taking rule over a nation was time consuming and pleasing, but what if someone managed to kill his son over a lucky shot? Jin was all of twenty three years old, but he was still a child when it came to his inner Devil, it still ruled him at times. He didn't realize how valued and sought after his genes were to become; Kazuya had, that's why he'd had a child with Jun.
Well, had a child rather forcibly, but he'd continued the line nonetheless.
He'd had hopes in the beginning that Jin would have children without being forced, but the Xiaoyu girl had failed in her attempts to capture his son's heart. Kazuya was both annoyed and relieved to have had such an episode pass (imagining her genes added to his bloodline made him shudder; Mishima's were not meant to be overly hyper and cute), but the girl hadn't even gotten Jin to turn his head. Asuka Kazama, a rather distant relation to Jun surprisingly, had also failed; though she figured that Jin was some pervert out to get her. How she got that idea Kazuya would never know; after all, if Jin was a pervert then he wouldn't have to worry about future heirs.
A lot of beautiful and strong women had entered the King of Iron-Fist Tournaments, but none had ever turned Jin's head more than once. The only person that had actually done that was Hwoarang, the little Korean nobody that had somehow managed to keep on par with his son's human form, but naturally fell behind his Devil. Despite that, however, the Korean seemed more excited than anything and was even now practicing to get better. To be honest, Kazuya rather liked Hwoarang; he was strong, determined and willing to put up with his son's brooding ways (so many others weren't). He'd also managed to become a friend to and even best his son's human form in a match! On the scale of things, Hwoarang was the perfect daughter-in-law.
He only had the pesky misfortune of being born a male.
Red gleamed in Kazuya's eyes as he stared at the city below and anyone who looked at him would see an angry and bitter man. Truth was, he was sulking, because he doubted his son was remotely interested in making babies. How had his flesh and blood become enamored with the male species? He blamed Heihachi; his old man had probably risen his son to think that women had cooties just to spite him. Ah, if only he were younger and his sperm more potent…But that was neither here nor there. This was about his foolish son and the dwindling Mishima bloodline.
There was nothing to it, though, as the solution was painfully obvious to him; He had to help his son find a wife. Kazuya sat in his chair and picked up a file, opening it to see the scowling face of Hwoarang. Ah, the boy was a rather rugged beauty, all sharp edges and rough outlines who begged to be reformed into a perfect jewel. There was still that pesky issue of the Korean being male, but the scientist were already working on a solution to that. Flipping through the file brought forth many different positions of the boy with dyed red hair, from relaxing, to practicing, to fighting on the streets; the boy hadn't even realized he was being watched.
A beep alerted him to his cell phone receiving a text message, making him sigh as he sat the file down; he'd been through it so many times these past few months that it didn't matter anyway. He could remember it by heart. Bored eyes glanced over the message, the words not really registering the first way through, before his eyes widened in shock as he quickly read through it again. A smile threatened to overcome his face as he closed the phone, satisfaction rushing through him.
"Minato?" Kazuya pushed a button on his phone, addressing his secretary at once.
"Yes, Mishima-sama?"
"Cancel all appointments today."
"Yes sir."