AN. And here is chapter three, how very exciting. I do hope you enjoy!

Chapter Three – An Unexpected Visitor

Jun woke the next morning with a slight pain in her lower back. Sitting up, she realised that the cot she had been sleeping on was crooked. She sighed and tried to push the metal bar back into shape, but it wouldn't budge. She stood up and rubbed her lower back, stretching to try and ease the tensed muscle. It didn't work as well as it could have done, and as she walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast her back twinged uncomfortably.

She worked as quietly as possible to prepare breakfast, before heading back into the living room and folding up the cot. She hesitated for a moment, then walked to her bedroom. She stood next to the door, taking a few deep and steadying breaths, before entering and pulling open the curtains.

The first ray of sunlight fell onto the bed, illuminating Kazuya's chest. Jun walked closer, holding her breath and not realising it.

He was sleeping on his back with one arm draped over his stomach and the other by his side. His eyes were barely closed and his lips were pressed in a tight line. He was only wearing a pair of long, loose pants, and Jun felt strangely weak at the sight of his broad chest. His head was planted firmly on the pillow, but his feet still hung well below the end of the bed. The gold locket on his chest flashed in the sun. His large scar seemed a darker shade of red. She shivered slightly to think that he was actually sleeping in the bed she had slept in almost all her life.

Kazuya shifted and his eyes opened. She made a small noise of panic and backed towards the door. Her back hit the doorframe and Kazuya bolted upright, staring directly at her.

"Jun Kazama," he muttered, as if to himself, his eyes boring into hers. "Where am I?" he asked in a louder, harsher tone.

"My cottage," she said, panic flooding her. "You stood in a bear trap yesterday. Don't you remember?"

He glared at her for a moment, before burying his head in his hands. After a moment he said, "Yes. Why are you here?"

"Breakfast is almost ready," she said, blurting out the first thing that came into her head. "You need to get dressed." She was obviously frightened now, her hands and lower lip trembling and her eyes wide. He surveyed her for a moment, and Jun thought she saw his face soften. But then he looked away from her and made shooing gestures with one hand.

"I'll be right there," he muttered and she bowed, backing out of the room.

She almost ran back to the kitchen, finishing breakfast and spending far too long making sure it looked perfect. Kazuya entered a moment later, wearing long, dark pants and a white shirt. The locket was tucked away, only the golden chain visible.

He limped over to the chair and sat down. She set the plate in front of him and, like the previous night, watching him closely as he ate. He finished before her, and sat studying her as she finished her breakfast. She washed both plates again and put them away, before heading into the living room. Kazuya followed silently.

He sat down on one of the chairs and she gave him the tonic. He drank it with a grimace which she sympathised with, but ignored. He then rolled up his pants leg without saying a word, and she unwrapped the bandage, pleased that he was letting her help. She smeared a green cream over the deep cuts in the back of his leg.

"You're lucky you didn't sever a vein," she said, smiling slightly.

"Guess so," he replied listlessly. She didn't press the matter. She finished wrapping a new bandage around his leg, when she was interrupted by a quick knock on the door.

"I'll be right back," she told Kazuya, who didn't respond and started to roll his pants leg back down. She ran to the door and opened it.

"Hi, Jun," said the man on the doorstep, holding out a small bouquet of flowers. "Glad you got back safely."

"Thanks, Lei," Jun said, taking the flowers and embracing the Chinese detective. "It's good to see you again."

"I gather you didn't catch Kazuya," Lei said, his normally cheerful demeanour becoming dark for a moment.

Jun glanced behind her nervously and, after finding the kitchen empty, turned back to Lei. "I'm sorry about that," she said, lowering her voice so Kazuya wouldn't hear. "I just couldn't arrest him. He's so much stronger than me."

"Still," Lei said, a hint of reproach in his tone. "You should have called me for backup."

"Backup for what?" came a deep, dark voice from behind her, and Jun froze. A heavy hand fell on her shoulder and she half-turned.

Kazuya Mishima stood behind and slightly to the side of her, his piercing eyes narrowed at Lei Wulong.

"Kazuya!" Lei said, shocked. "Um... Kazuya Mishima, you are under arrest by the Hong Kong Police for economical fraud and illegal animal smuggling. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney." Jun glanced at Kazuya. He was watching Lei with a faintly amused expression on his face and raised eyebrows. "If you cannot afford an attor-"

"It's alright, Lei," Jun cut him off.

"Alright?" he repeated, blinking at her. "But...he's obviously forced his way in, Jun."

"No, he didn't." Jun flushed. "He's here because...I asked him to be."

"What?" Lei looked heart-broken. "But, Jun. This is a wanted criminal. You can't have him in your house with no protection. God knows what he'll do to you."

"And you do know what I'm going to do to her?" Kazuya asked, his voice almost casual but with a venomous undercurrent.

"Yes I do," Lei said in a weaker version of the same tone. "You'll take advantage of her, you evil dog."

"What makes you so sure?" Kazuya said angrily. "Maybe I don't want Jun Kazama's..." He paused and glanced at her. "Attributes."

"Rubbish. Just look at her," Lei said. "She's gorgeous. How could you not want her?"

"With very little effort," Kazuya answered. "What about you, Wulong? Come to win the fair lady's heart?" He eyed the flowers in Jun's hand critically.

"They're supposed to be for the completion of a mission," Lei said hotly. "But thanks to you they're just a gift from me."

Jun had been silent through this debate, getting more and more distressed by the moment. The two men continued to argue about her. Kazuya even pushed her gently to the side so he could have better access to Lei. She tried to get between them, but Kazuya kept one of his huge hands planted squarely on her stomach, pushing her into the doorframe gently. She put both hands on his hand and tried to push it away, but one glance from those dark eyes told her not to interfere. Tears burned in her eyes and she tried to blink them away. A few escaped her eyes and tracked down her cheeks, falling onto Kazuya's hand.

"Well you're a f-." He cut himself off, looking down at his hand. It had two drops of water on it and he raised his gaze to Jun's face. His eyes met hers and horror, shock and compassion filled them. He turned back to Lei. "We don't have time for you," he said in a venomous voice. "Leave now."

Lei, however, had just noticed the tears on Jun's cheeks and he reached for her. "Jun," he said softly. "I'm sorry."

She swallowed. "It's all right, Lei." She wiped her eyes with her fingertips. "Will you come in?"

"No he won't," Kazuya said abruptly.

"Yes I will," Lei said in the same moment.

The two men glared at each other, but a sniffle from Jun broke the tense atmosphere. Kazuya grunted and limped back to the living room. Jun followed, and Lei followed her.

"I can only stay for a little while," Lei said when they were all seated. Jun sighed with displeasure, while Kazuya's lips twitched.

"I'll just make us some tea," Jun said and went into the kitchen. It took her a few moments to make the tea, and when she was done she placed the three cups on a small tray and carried them towards the living room. Angry voices from inside stopped her in her tracks.

"-u'd better be careful, Mishima," Lei said from inside the room.

"Why should I, Wulong? What are you going to do?" Kazuya asked disdainfully.

"I'm dead serious," Lei said. "If you lay one finger on her I'll hunt you down and make you suffer."

"Really?" Kazuya sounded amused now. "And how are you going to know if I 'lay one finger on her'?" Jun could hear the mocking quotation in his voice.

"She'll tell me," Lei said. "Because the only way you'll ever get to touch her will be by force."

She stepped into the room, holding the tray in front of her. Lei was sitting with his back to her, while Kazuya had his leg propped up on the coffee table, facing her. His focus was on Lei, however, so he didn't see Jun enter the room. Jun saw his eyes widen slightly at Lei's last statement, and she had a feeling that she was the only person who would ever see hurt in those dark pools. The emotion was quickly cloaked, however, and Kazuya's eyes were once again cold and emotionless.

"I don't want Jun. I'm here because I made a brief lapse in judgement and got caught in a trap. That's all."

Lei scoffed. "How can you not want Jun? She's gorgeous."

"Jun Kazama is beautiful," Kazuya said, and Jun felt a slight thrill travel up her spine. "But I can get much better." As he said this he finally spotted Jun, who ducked her head in a slight bow.

"You can't get better than Jun," Lei continued, unaware of Jun's presence. Kazuya struggled upright and limped towards her, Lei following his slow progress across the room. Kazuya took the tray from Jun and put it on the table, before moving a little closer. His chest was bare millimetres away from hers. She looked into his eyes and felt another thrill at the compassion she saw in them.

"Jun," he said softly, but Lei cut in.

"I'm so sorry, Jun," he said, taking her hand. Kazuya shot him a venomous look, before sitting back on his chair.

"It's alright, Lei, Kazuya." She picked up one cup and sat on a chair between them. Kazuya cradled a cup in one hand and sipped it occasionally. Lei finished his cup in record time and stood up, brushing his hands.

"Don't forget what I said, Mishima." He put a hand on Jun's shoulder. "I'm very sorry, Jun."

He put his hands together like a man in prayer and bowed to Jun, shooting an angry look at Kazuya, who looked away, unshaken. Lei left and silence reigned. Jun finished her tea at the same time as Kazuya and they both put their cups on the tray. Jun stood up and carried the tray into the kitchen, starting the clean the cups. She put them on the draining board and closed her eyes, tilting her head back. There was a slight clatter, and they snapped open. Kazuya wiped the second cup with a towel, then put it in the open overhead cupboard.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

There was a moment of silence.

"Jun," he said, then paused. He took a deep shaky breath and closed his eyes, turning his head slightly away from her. "I'm sorry you had to hear that," he said quickly. She put a hand on his shoulder and he turned his head to her.

"It's alright, Kazuya," she said softly. She rubbed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly. The ridge of his shoulder shivered slightly under her palm and she removed her hand. He made a slight movement towards her, but then stopped and limped out of the room. Jun rubbed her palms together and a shiver ran down her spine. She shook it off and walked into the living room. Kazuya was nowhere to be seen, and she assumed he was in her room.

She curled up on her only armchair, pulled out the book she had been reading yesterday and opened to her page. Kazuya's presence still lingered on her mind, but she could control the feelings now, able to focus on her book. She read for an hour, then blew out the candle she had lit, lying down on her cot.

Isn't it odd, she mused as she fell into the deeper stages of consciousness, how I picture Kazuya as the hero in my book?

AN. Okay, I hope you enjoyed it. Chapter four is coming up...right away! YAY! Once again, I do accept anonymous reviews. Oh, by the way, the last line is referring to the habit I used to have of whenever I read romance novels I'd picture myself as the heroine and my current crush as the hero. That's what that means, so don't ask...