Jin sighed and sent one of his many servants away, resorting to some much needed personal time. Ever since the events of the sixth Tekken Tournament, Jin realized he had made plenty of foolish decisions, many of those he truly regretted. But he was about to make a decision that would free him from further predjudice, and would make it easier to break all ties with his family members once for all. He stripped down, scattering his clothes all over the floor. His intentions of taking a relaxing, and soothing bath were disturbed by the obnoxious knocking on his chamberdoor. Shrouding his toned and broad body with a robe, he answered the knock on the door. The guest held out his hand in a familiar kind of way, but Jin never moved a muscle, nor intended touching the man's hand. Instead, he stepped aside, allowing the guest to enter the chamber. Reaching for a bottle of liquor, the guest had kindly rejected the offer of initiation. Jin scoffed whilest pouring himself a drink. Placing the bottle on the table, Jin turned toward the Swedish man, trying to find any alikeness in his face.
Anything, even the smallest outward sign that would confirm their afiliation towards eachother. But other than the harsh, and cold stare the man possesed, there was nothing that addressed the likeliness of both men being related. 'Mr. Alexandersson ..' Jin finally spoke, never averting his gaze. Rotating his wrist, causing the liquid inside to bounce off onto the glass walls. The Swedish man shook his head, wearing a rather uncomfortable smile on his lips. 'Please, I ask you to call me Lars, Mr. Kazama,' Jin raised a bushy eyebrow, bringing the glass closer to his perfectly formed lips in a slow pace. The way Jin would stare at him, made Lars Alexandersson rather uneasy. And the man wasn't sure whether to act familiar towards the guy due to the recently discovered family connections, or to keep his distance and maintain a formal posture. Either way, Jin Kazama was an extremely powerfull man, litterally and figuratively. Not only did he cast of a fairly intimidating impression on anyone he would just shortly glance at, but he would provoke compassion at the same time, making it impossible to know how to act around the guy, leave alone understand his ways.
Jin planted himself in a leather-coated chair, placing the glass on the oak-wood desk. His hands shoved a bundle of papers towards Lars, holding a pen out for the man to take. Lars held a skeptical posture, but took the pen out of Jin's ice-cold finger, eying the dossier that was on the desk infront of him. He found Jin's hazel eyes when he looked up. So distant, yet .. they seem to detain so much pain. 'I assume you want me to sign these papers, mr. Kazama? But before I do .. Are you absolutely sure you want to sell your company? And if so .. do you certain that you want to sell it to a familymember?' Jin took another sip from the liquored drink, leaning back in his chair, causing it to stretch and squeek. He seemed to give it a thought, but shortly after flushed the liquor down in one gulp. Lars gasped, but tried not to show his amazement. The black haired man closed his eyes. 'I am certain I want to sell, otherwise I wouldn't have contacted you. Other than your take-over, your existence means absolutely nothing to me,' Lars couldn't help but frown as he heard Jin's harsh sounding words, trying to figure out why the man would resort to such solitude. Jin tapped the dossier with his indexfinger, indicating that he was waiting for Lars to sign them. The ash-blonde nodded, and murmured a silent 'Oh, right, excuse me' before placing his autograph on the files and handing them over to Jin Kazama. The man then stood up and reached out his hand to Lars, showing a peculiar grin on his lips. As Lars shook Jin's hand, he could swear he felt a jolt of electricity run through his arm. 'Very well, Lars. Then are deal is complete. I thank you and wish you the very best of luck with the company!'
When Lars excited Jin Kazama's mansion, and was about to get into his car, he saw an Antique white limousine drive up the driveway. And no other than the infamous Kazuye Mishima who was escorted inside of the mansion that belonged to his only son. Lars figured Jin must have informed his father about the sale, but then again .. The Kazama - Mishima bloodline acted as water and oil, and never seemed to get along or agree on anything at all. To put it frankly, the Mishima's and Kazama's would like nothing more to kill each and every last one of the remaining familymembers. And secondly, if Jin Kazama en Kazuya Mishima hated eachother's guts, why would they meet up in the middle of the night? Eventhough Lars just recently figured Kazuya and Lee were his steph-brothers, thus making Jin, Asuka and Jun Kazama his familymembers as well, Kazuya managed to already bug the hell out of him and even attack him, leading to a heated fight. But having witnessed this distant and cold hearted behavior of Jin Kazama, Lars could only confirm that Jin was a spitting image of his father. Yet the to imagine a person that inherited the pure heart of Jun Kazama, to turn into the image of the devil himself, seems like such an tiresome internal battle, Lars could only imagine how difficult Jin's life must be, if he indeed attempted to suppres the cursed genes he inherited from Kazuya. Taking one last look at the Kazama mansion, Lars took a deep breath and decided to leave the area as soon as possible and return home.