Chapter 3: Are You Satisfied?
My father avoided the subject about the fighting tournament like it was the plague. The times I would bring it up, Lee would distract me with a new purchase. He was like a talk show host giving away random stuff for free to his audience and all the women going mental. The thing was, I wasn't frantic like those women. I wasn't even using it for my advantage to get more stuff - I just wanted to get answers.
I was getting drained from the lack of answers, so I picked up my laptop and opened a web browser.I couldn't believe I didn't think of it earlier – The Internet would have the answers. I typed in 'King of Iron Fist Tournament' in the search engine and I viewed the results. I opened the official website and navigated through the site. I viewed all the profiles of the fighters one by one to get an idea who was actually in the tournament. The age range of these fighters amazed me - the youngest being 16 and the eldest being like 70. I continued on until I came across the tournament history section. Since it was the third, there were two previous tournaments.
I clicked on the first tournament link. I read through the synopsis of the first Tekken that occurred over 20 years ago. I discovered information about the Mishima Zaibatsu, a giant financial empire in Japan, fronted by ruthless ruler Heihachi Mishima. Heihachi incepted the tournament for a winner to become his heir. His son, Kazuya Mishima was the victor, throwing his father off a ravine and becoming the new leader.
It suddenly clicked. Jin Kazama was the son of the man who had defeated Heihachi in the first tournament. "I guess this is a family affair of some sort..."I muttered to myself as I read on.
I ate my words when something caught my attention. It was a list of fighters in the first tournament. I took a double take when I saw the name Lee Chaolan, with his picture above it. I triple clicked on his name, hoping it would make me get to the page faster. In that moment, it felt like my wi-fi decided to go at a snail pace. I almost wanted to throw my laptop with impatience. When the page finally loaded up, I took in all the information presented in front of me.
"Lee Chaolan is Kazuya Mishima's Foster Brother and Heihachi Mishima's adopted son." I read out loud to myself.
That was the vital information that sunk in. My father was a part of the Mishima family - That was the thing he was trying to hide from me. I wanted to exploded, in a firework of anger and excitement. I felt I finally had the leverage on my father and I had to figure out how to use it.
A loud music rang through my ears, scaring me in the process. It was my mobile phone ringtone.
"Don't scare me like that."I squealed at my phone acting like it would speak back at me to apologise.
I closed my laptop and peered down to see the number. It was my best friend Celeste, almost certainly reminding me about the party that was happening tonight. I touched my phone to answer it and put the receiver to my ear.
"Hey C... Yes gorgeous, I'm just about ready... Oh, I know for a fact that Zach will totally love what you're wearing... Oh honey, don't worry... Yeah... Oh yeah... See you soon babe."
I swiped my phone and threw it on my bed. I walked over to my mirror and looked at my reflection. I pushed a few strands of my silver hair away from my face and scrunched up my lips towards the right side. It was like I was staring at two different people and I wasn't sure which one to choose.
Naturally, I needed Miss Popularity, for my so-called friends. But really, it was the last thing on my mind. With the information about my father eating away inside of me, I couldn't focus on my 'guise of good reputation.
I returned home from the party drunk off my nut. I giggled as I kept knocking into things while sneaking back into the house. I grabbed on to the frame of the stairs, dragging myself up with the strength of my arms. I missed a few steps and fell forward on to my knees with me gasping for air over my laughter. I had reached the top of the stairs when the lights sudden came on and I fell at the feet of someone. I was on all fours, looking up at my father who had his arms crossed looking down at me.
"Hiiiiii- You fo-ound meahh."I said with words slurred. I chuckled at myself on how my words escaped my mouth.
"Do you know that it's 3am?" Lee said observing my state.
"No... It's awesome o'clock, daddy."I proclaimed as I tried to get back on my feet. I lost my balance and used the wall to break my trip down to the floor again.
Lee frowned, grabbing my left side and propped my arm around his neck to guide me to my bedroom. I started to play with my father's face with my free hand. "Daddy, daddy, daddy." I said over again mashing his cheeks together acting like he was a baby. "Why didn't you tell *hiccup* me about Heihachi... Like being... Daddy."
Even in my intoxicated state, I felt Lee pause, reacting to the jumbled sentence I just said. I swear he mumbled something but I didn't catch it. Before I knew it, Lee had draped me I over my bed and I passed out.
I opened my eyes and greeted with an intense brightness illuminating my room. I groaned as I put the covers over my head, wishing life had brightness adjustment levels. I was hangover. I felt gross and I wanted something to eat that was greasy. I pushed the covers off my face and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. It was like the cook had read my mind - I saw a bunch of bacon and eggs sitting on the bench top. I picked up the bacon and devoured it like I was having an orgasm in my mouth. I don't know how many pieces I ate but I met the amused glaze of my father holding a cup of coffee.
"Glad you have your appetite back after the night you had." He rested his hand on my chin and with his thumb, cleaned up the excess grease of the bacon on my face. "Do you remember anything that happened last night?"
I paused to recall how I come to this condition. "Well... I drank a lot. That's the last thing I remember. Well maybe when I went third base with this guy..." I stopped my tracks when I realised I just admitted to my father about my sexual escapades. "... and I told that guy to back off because that it was not a good idea."
Lee looked at me bewildered at my save attempt of retaining the image of a virginal daughter to him.
"So you don't remember anything that you said when you came home last night?"Lee queried me putting his coffee cup down.
"Oh, that Heihachi is your father?" I took a stab at what I could have said to him last night, even though I couldn't remember. I plopped myself on the kitchen bench top and picking at another slice of the cooked bacon like it wasn't a big deal.
"Where did you hear that from?" Lee raised his voice warily at me.
"I don't know... Internet?"I shrugged my shoulders and then jumping off the kitchen table. I grabbed the full plate of bacon and begun to head off towards my room carelessly.
"VIOLETTA ROSA" I stopped in my tracks at the loud roar of my first and middle name coming out from Lee. He was livid, I was in trouble.
