Author's Note: I decided to try something new for once, breaking away from the action scene. I am still working on Target, but for now, I wanted to write with different characters other than the Williams Sisters, now that Jun is coming back in TTT2. As always, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken or anything of Namco.
Bond - Chapter I
It was another evening of silence at the dinner table for Jun Kazama. Even with the company of her husband and son, none of the three had brought up some sort of a conversation with one another, the only thing filling their mouths in place of words were the food placed in front of them. Ever since that very night two years ago, Jun finally adjusted to what was now becoming a daily routine.
"So, Jin, how was school?" Jun questioned her son with a smile, the scoffing of Kazuya gaining her undeserved attention.
"It was fine, mother." Jin stared down at his plate, his voice monotone and sullen.
"That's lovely, dear -"
"Which dumpster were you thrown into this time?" Kazuya interrupted Jun by with a question of his own, prompting his wife to stomp on his toes from under the table and receive a small grunt.
"Kazuya!" Jun glared at her husband before looking back at Jin. "Honey, your father doesn't mean that. He never means it." She glared at Kazuya again, who rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"You always say that, every time he drops the F-bomb." Jin's voice grew a bit louder, his melancholic tone becoming one of anger.
"You mean faggot?" Kazuya coldly established what the 'F-bomb' was, feeling another stomp upon his toes with more force applied to it than the last one.
" Kazuya, that's enough! "
"What? That's what he is, and nothing more!" Kazuya snapped back, appearing to be annoyed with the other spouse. " I knew all the time he spent with you would have some weird effect on him! "
"You are the last person to saying someone is suffering from some weird effect!" Jun roared back at Kazuya, who choked on his words knowing she was referring to the Devil Gene. " At least I was there for him! "
"And look what happened! Instead of holding a football, he has his hands on the script of his next musical...or a copy of Brokeback Mountain." Before Kazuya knew it, his wife's fist came for his face, only to see it pause before his eyes. He froze, not expecting to ever see Jun raised her hand at someone. " I'm going for a drive. Don't bother waiting up."
Jun lowered her fist as Kazuya walked out of the dining room if nothing happened. It was only a few seconds before she heard the front door slam, and she placed her head down, struggling to hold back her tears. Though she wasn't looking, she noticed her son's presence was not with her. "Jin?"
The sound of the front door slamming again was what drained the tears from within her, forcing her to exhibit the pain she withheld for years from her broken family. It was that cold, stormy night had her son came home, decorated with dirt, bruises, and a cut lip, reeking of garbage. Jun remembered how she held her weeping son in her arms, reassuring him that his torment would end, wishing he didn't have to face it again in his own home.
Jun rose her head, as the tears formed a small puddle beneath her chin. She started to stare at the wedding ring on her middle finger, questioning if this marriage was worth it. You are his father. You're supposed to love and care him...not taunt him like a school bully! Jun smashed her fist upon the dinner table, shaking the contents atop of it.
Jin paced after Kazuya, watching the man head for the sleek, black sports car that gleamed in the moonlight. "You bastard!" Now inches behind him, Jin grabbed onto Kazuya's shoulder, not expecting to receive a blow to his chin that send him crashing down onto the cold, rough driveway.
"Don't touch me!" Kazuya cried, showing no guilt about striking his own kid as he brushed off his shoulder with a disgusted look. "I knew you were weird. I never loved you in the first place, and now I have a reason to!"
"But father -"
"Shut up! The last thing I want to be known is being the father of a queer, now get away from me!" Kazuya opened the car door and hopped into the vehicle, not caring about outing his son in front of the whole neighborhood. He looked into the rear-view mirror, watching the neighbors rush out of their homes, alarmed by the confrontation.
Jin clutched his assaulted chin, and let out a enraged cry as he lunged for the other male, only to hit his teary face on the shut car door. With a bruised lip and a bleeding nostril, he watched Kazuya speed out of the driveway and down the street, the sounds of screeching tires sounding throughout the neighborhood.
Kazuya raced through the city, his breathing harsh. The image of Jun crying ate at him as it constantly replayed in his head. "What have I done?" He groaned at the sudden sound of police sirens going off, and slow down to a halt. Looking into the side mirror, he watched the police officer park behind him and step out of the cruiser.
"Sir, I noticed that you have been speeding." Lei Wulong marched up to the car, stating the obvious while reaching for something in his back pocket.
No shit. Kazuya rolled his eyes at the law enforcer, reaching for his wallet in his own back packet. Before he could pull it out, Lei stuck out his hand with a tiny, pink slip between his fingers.
"No need for that. I know how you are." Lei glared at the other man, flinging the ticket at him. Kazuya fired back his own glare, watching him in the side mirror again. His eyes started to wonder down to Lei's round backside, not realizing it at all.
"What the hell am I doing? I'm not gay!" Kazuya snapped out of his trance, growing tense. Not once had he ever thought of another man in a sexual sense, and he was sure to not do so now.
Stomping hard on the gas, Kazuya made a U-turn and sped down the highway. The acknowledgment of not easily receiving Jun's forgiveness was very clear to him, and he was going to do everything in his power to gain it.
As expected, Kazuya came home to nothing but silence. Gently closing the door behind him, he crept through the living room, only to trip over something laying in the darkness. But just as Kazuya did that, he heard a stern voice from behind as the room suddenly lit up.
"Welcome home, Kazuya." Jun sat in the recliner, legs crossed with her chin rested on her hand. "I apologize for leaving your suitcase there, but I just wanted to make it easier for you to grab your things and leave. That's what you'd want, right?"
Kazuya became lost; at this moment making amends and giving apologies were pointless. "You're kicking me out?"
"Someone has to leave, and it's best if it were you." Jun stood up and placed her hands on her hips. "I mean, you are the one who caused all of this." Her tone was soft, but audible enough to be recognized as irritable.
Kazuya turned around to face Jun, only to feel breathless as he saw the wedding ring on the table. "Jun...please don't do this to me." Kazuya was never a man of begging, but it was time that he swallowed his pride if it kept him from losing Jun. " Please..." His voice was close to breaking, his chest feeling tight.
"You think begging is going to fix anything?" Jun's voice started to tremble. "I'm not even the one who you should be saying sorry to!" Tears proceeded to trailed down her face. " Everything would be just fine if you'd just accepted our son for who he was! " She clasped her hand over her mouth to maintain her lowered voice.
"I know." Kazuya placed his hands on Jun's shoulders and embraced her into a hug. "I'll fix this. I promise." He felt his sobbing wife squirm out of his embrace and pull two pieces of paper out of her robe pocket. "What are those?"
"You said you're going to fix this, and I'm going to make sure of it." Jun stuck out the two tickets and stuffed them into Kazuya's palm. "You will take Jin to a resort, and you will spend every second with him."
There were flaws in Jun's demands; Kazuya knew there was no way in hell would Jin would even want to be inches near him after the things he did in the past. "But -"
"No buts. It's either you keep your word, or we leave." All Jun got back was a sigh and nod from Kazuya, declaring their agreement. "Good, so it's decided." She didn't even give the man a goodnight or even a gesture, but a sniffle that broke his heart as she headed for the hallway.
Kazuya collapsed onto the same recliner where Jun sat, releasing another sigh. "This is gonna be one hell of a trip..."
