Chapter I

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*Note: The italicized words in the dialogue between Sergei and his momma means that it's in Russian.

The sixth iron Fist Tournament was in the middle of its proper. How many weeks had it been? Two?

Two weeks, and it felt like I've been here a year already. A lot has already happened. I confirmed from the HQ that a large group defected from the Mishima Zaibatsu, and I'm not surprised at the person who led it—Lars Alexandersson; a man I met a few days before the competition begun. I never saw him since then. Not that I'm looking forward to meet him again, but I'm just curious at his whereabouts.

It's not easy to forget a man you once slept with.

I wonder how Kazuya would take the fact that Lars is his unknown brother. I wasn't afraid of what he would do or how he would react to the situation, but I was afraid that Lars might slip his tongue and say something that isn't supposed to be revealed to a lover. I thought that I was screwed—big time. These thoughts have been poisoning me all the more while I remain lying here on the bed. I was supposed to be up and about, making breakfast and doing my morning routines while Kazuya snored away. Today is everybody's break from the tournament. Every week for a month, there's a two day break to soothe the tired fighters' body and soul. Add to that the complimentary services of the hotel—spa, massage, etc., they can abuse it for all they care. I sat up and yawned while stretching. For some reason, I feel like something's coming up. I just don't know what it is, though. I finally walked over to the bathroom to fix myself and fix our little breakfast of fresh fruit waffles and protein shake. Kazuya can never get enough of my waffles I'm starting to protest but he always seemed to be in a bad mood when he doesn't get a helping of those. As I was preparing everything my phone vibrated off the counter. If it isn't one of my comrades, or one of the higher-ups, it must be a relative.

I stopped for a while and went over to the counter. I knew something was coming up, and yep, it was a relative indeed—my mother.

"Allo."

"Sergei! My son, how are you?"

"Mom? It's a surprise, I thought you forgot about me. I'm fine, how about you?"

"I was worried about your condition in the tournament, so I decided to call you. Are you hurt? Did you get any injuries? Or did you finally decide to marry your girlfriend? Please stop being too silent, and tell me stories."

Oh shit, I forgot that I told her I'm in a relationship. Thing is, she doesn't know that it's also with a guy.

"I'll tell you everything when I get back to Russia, mother."

"You don't have to. I'm at the airport, I'm coming over there to see you!"

"WHAT?! You don't know how dangerous it is to travel just because you wanted to! How did you find out where I am?"

"Don't worry, your friends gave me some help. Oh, I got to go, it's time for me to board the plane..."

"Mother, what are you—"

"I'll see you soon! I love you!"

BEEP! She hung up. Why is fate playing tricks on me? Nobody knows how much my mother can do. She isn't really that old yet, and she was a former KGB, where she met my father during an operation. It's hard to keep secrets from her, and I have to find a way to tell her about my relationship with the world's "hero", Kazuya Mishima. I love her, but since I was a kid, her actions were unpredictable it makes me cry. I wish she didn't have to find out my location.

I pranced around the room biting my nails in anxiety again. I have to find a way to break it up to her. It's not that she'll get angry or anything, but she's got heart complications, I don't want to give her a heart attack, so I have to do it in the most diplomatic or the most tender way that I could. But what about Kaz? He can be a jerk in no time at all, I should tell him to behave.

"Good morning, babe. Is breakfast ready?" He boomed from the bathroom. Speaking of the devil, literally.

"Shut the hell up... I mean... good morning..."

"Whoa, what's with the mood swing? Pregnant?"

"Oh fuck you."

I went back to my business in the kitchen while thinking of different ways to come out to my mother. I kept on seeing scenarios in my head, and most of them aren't really good. I don't want her to pass out—or worse, die on the spot! She's one of the most important things that I have. I don't mean any disrespect to my father, but thank goodness he's dead, he won't know anything from my mother. I felt two arms wrap around my waist and a kiss on the cheek. I felt like a complete total housewife once again and I hate, hate it! I'm starting to get immune to it I feel too lazy to even react and shove him away.

"My mother called today." I said, starting him up. He squeezed his arms around my waist a little.

"Really? How was she?"

"Good. But, uh..."

"Are you okay?"

"No... I mean... look, she's coming over to see me." I said, removing his arms and facing him. He had a smirk on his face as he sat down by the dining table.

"Great, I think we should probably give her a warm welcome, and maybe it's about time you introduce me to your stage mother."

"It's not that easy, you know." I said as I gathered the finished waffles, and poured in another set of batters.

"Is she against these kinds of relationships?"

"Well, not really, but of course it will be hard on her at first. She was expecting me to find a girl to marry."

"Ouch. So what should we do?"

"I'm sorry, Kaz. I just don't want to be the cause of her death. She's got heart complications. You should really help me to break it up to her."

"So that was the cause of your foul mood? Maybe, while she's here, we should just get separated temporarily."

"Screw that. I was actually waiting for this to introduce you to her, but I just don't expect that it will happen too soon."

"Huh, I know you can't stand being away from me even for five seconds."

"You wish."