Jun is tormenting Kazuya from beyond the grave and he hates it. KazxJun.

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There were times when Kazuya knew she was watching him. He could feel her gaze burning into his soul. It was a very uncomfortable sensation and he glared hatefully to where he imagined she was standing. Then he would snap out of it, only to find all of his employees had disappeared, afraid that their crazy boss was about to commit mass homicide. They didn't need to worry, there was only one person he wanted to kill. Unfortunately she was already dead.

That didn't explain how he could be in an enclosed room and suddenly be caught in a ferocious gust of wind which just happened to send his very important paper-work into a nearby gas-lamp. After he had put out the mini inferno in his office, he vowed to use only computers and electric lights in the future. It sort of worked. He could ignore the flickering lights which followed him as he walked down the hall like he was in some kind of Micheal Jackson music video. If only his staff could ignore it as well.

When the swords adorning his personal dojo fell from the walls mere inches away from his face he put it down to a random, unreported earthquake and placed the swords back. The second time was just a coincidence. The third time he had a priest come to banish the bad spirits from the dojo and the incidents stopped. Several weeks later he was nearly knocked unconscious when a punching bag with a mind of it's own began sending his own attacks back at him with twice as much force as he gave them. The dojo was never cleansed again.

Sometimes when Kazuya would grow weary late at night, he would lean back in his chair and let his eyes drift shut. The tension would flood out of his body as small nimble fingers massaged his back. The fingers would grow more adventurous and slide further down his back and up his chest and he would moan in pleasure. Then his eyes would snap open as the small, cold, bodiless fingers snaked their way towards his crotch. All the tension would come flooding back to his body ten-fold as he would all but run from the room, trying to maintain a calm and collected look but always succumbing to a shiver. He told himself it was revulsion. His crotch said otherwise.

He'd always hated her perfume. It smelled flowery and girlish and it had always ended up lingering more on him than on her. Using his vast fortune, he had put the company which made the scent out of business and destroyed all the remaining stocks. Yet every now and then he would catch a whiff of it on the air. Kazuya swore it was one of the most humiliating moments of his entire life when he had paused while fighting the Tekken Force and sneezed. Then one of them, he couldn't tell who, had had the gall to pipe up and say "bless you". There was a reason that none of the Tekken Force had survived.

Once, after Kazuya had tried to kill Jin, she had attempted to smother him with his sheets while he slept. It was no half-hearted effort and Kazuya didn't sleep there again for weeks. When he had finally decided it was safe to return, he had awoken to frantic kisses and a very real presence leaning over him running small fingers along his face and winding through his hair. Kazuya had grasped her form to him and attempted to return the affection only to have her pulled away from his iron grip on her body. She melted away through his fingers and vanished as he opened his confused and bleary eyes to a cold and empty room. Kazuya would never admit that he wished she were still alive. Unfortunately she was already dead.


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