(...) = inner thoughts since I'm having a helluva time with the html coding...
After defeating his opponent, Violet walked several blocks before entering a restaurant. He hadn't eaten breakfast that morning. After the host secured a table for him, he headed to the bathroom. He removed his large sunglasses, washed his hands, splashing his face with cold water.
"I almost didn't recognize you in those ridiculous clothes, Chaolan," a deep voice taunted.
He looked up in the mirror to see Kazuya Mishima leaning against a door stall. Lee Chaolan shook his head, a slight smile tilting the side of his mouth.
"Interesting to see that your senses are still sharp, considering you're supposed to have been dead for nearly twenty-five years..."
Kazuya's eyes hardened. "I-"
He was interrupted when the door swung open and man came in to attend to his bodily functions. Lee calmly put his sunglasses in place, moving towards the exit. With a subtle gesture of his head, he indicated Kazuya follow. The two men walked down the hallway of the restrooms to a back door that led to the alley outside of the restaurant.
"I hadn't realized that you were alive," Lee began, removing his sunglasses. "The media kept reporting that you were seen, but I thought it was just to stir attention to the tournament."
"It's a long story on how I got here," Kazuya responded coldly. "When I last saw you, were you not on the long list of people wishing to see me dead?"
Lee arched an eyebrow. "Kazuya-san, I swore loyalty to you a long time ago in order for you to take the zaibatsu from the old man. I hadn't counted on you being..." he scowled, trying to find the right words to say, "...unusual..."
"Always willing to betray when the opportunity comes along..." Kazuya sneered.
Lee narrowed his eyes. "I do when it's beneficial to me."
The two men had always been at odds with each other, especially when Kazuya had found out that Heihachi had adopted him. Lee was everything Heihachi wanted in son, Kazuya was the actual son. Growing up, Lee had tried to be the son Heihachi wanted. He had been very angry when Heihachi told him he would never truly be a Mishima. So Lee had sided with Kazuya, hoping to eventually receive an important position in the zaibatsu once Kazuya took Heihachi down. Unfortunately, he hadn't counted on the devil within Kazuya, and ultimately, he assisted Heihachi to bring down Kazuya. After Kazuya and Heihachi's fight, Lee had disappeared into the Bahamas, far away from the Mishima Zaibatsu.
It had always been a constant tug of war between the two brothers. They were both very similar, for they did whatever they could to get what they wanted, using ruthless means too many times to count. Perhaps this was also why they clashed...because of the strong similarities. And yet, neither preferred outright killing each other.
"Is it still with you?" Lee asked curiously.
Kazuya shrugged. "I've learned to deal with its presence."
Lee narrowed his eyes.
"The zaibatsu is your reason for being here, isn't it?" Kazuya demanded before Lee could ask any more questions.
"Partially," Lee admitted. "I plan on displaying the abilities of an experiment my company designed."
"And that is?" Kazuya prompted.
"You'll know soon enough," Lee replied, smirking.
"You don't plan on destroying the old man?"
Lee sighed as if bored. "No."
They stood in silence for a few moments.
"I noticed several years ago that a fighter named Jin Kazama participated in the third Iron Fist. Have you met him?" Lee asked.
Kazuya smiled slightly. "Yes. His greatest wish is his father's death."
Lee chuckled. So he did know about him. "Like father, like son." At Kazuya's silence, he added, "Maybe you should try to change his mind."
"You mean attempt at being a normal family?" Kazuya mocked. "Absolutely not."
"You're not even willing to try," Lee noted, studying him.
Kazuya shook his head. "No."
"You always were too stubborn," Lee pointed out. "He's your son."
"He wants me dead," Kazuya said flatly.
"Only because you were never a true father to him," Lee retorted.
Since when did Lee ever talk in that tone of voice? He never remembered him ever using it.
Lee sighed. "When Jun Kazama came into your life, you were different back then. You weren't completely heartless. Still a b*stard, but..." he smirked, then his expression sobered. "The old man made a lot of mistakes raising us. But we don't have to be like him. I accepted that a long time ago..."
"Oh really?" Kazuya mocked. "And you being here has nothing to do with your animosity towards the Mishima Family?"
"I'm here for business." At Kazuya's silence, he continued in a condescending tone, "End it, Kazuya-san. You've been bitter and angry at the old man for far too long. Jin is your son. Perhaps it is time you started acting like a father."
Kazuya nearly growled, "I wouldn't know the first thing about-"
"I'll admit that you are the last one I'd expect to have a child...But I think you and I know better than anyone what a father is not." He regarded Kazuya coolly.
Kazuya stiffened. "You've changed, Chaolan...I don't remember you ever having such a...positive outlook on life."
"It happens to a few of us..."
"Jin is a grown man," Kazuya ground out. Why was he even arguing about this with Lee? When did their discussion transfer to Jin? His eyes sharpened. "I see. Your...business dealing. You are hoping that he and I will be able to destroy Heihachi and the zaibatsu together."
Lee smirked. "Well...honestly...yes. The zaibatsu's recent technological advances are in conflict with mine..."
"You never were too subtle, Chaolan..." Kazuya mused.
"So you think..." With that, Lee reentered the restaurant.
So that was his motive. Lee always was too greedy for his own good. And yet, some of his words did ring elements of truth. Kazuya's jaw tightened. Start behaving as a father? That was impossible. First, he'd have to convince his son not to destroy him. And...And then what? He couldn't stop being who he was. He'd always enjoy seeing anyone tied to the Mishima Zaibatsu suffer. Honestly, he didn't want the zaibatsu anymore.All he wanted was Heihachi's demise. He would always crave strength and power, he would always carry the devil inside of him. And yet...in spite of his ruthlessness, Jun Kazama had loved him.
(Jun.) The only shining light in his life. Kazuya took a breath. He had never been in love before...until her. And he hadn't felt the same about anyone since. Jun had loved him in spite of his flaws...she had even been willing to carry and bear his son, knowing the darkness within him, because she had loved him that much. She could have easily given Jin away after he was born or worse...
Kazuya looked down the alley. Jun. Something deep inside him curled before unwinding. He would have liked to have seen Jun, a smile on her face as she absently stroked her tummy which had held their son. He would have liked to have seen the gentleness in her gaze as she sang a lullaby, rocking their son to sleep. If only...
(Your son despises you...)a voice said within him. (You can hope all you want, remember all you want...but this does not change. Jin Kazama wishes to kill you...)
Kazuya closed his eyes tightly for several seconds before opening them. "No," he muttered softly. "I gave up Jun a long time ago...and that includes a future with the son I never had..." His eyes hardened as he thought of the man who had beaten him to near unconsciousness when he was young, telling him that he would always be weak. The same man who took his life away, who was still very intent on causing him misery.
***
"When do you leave for your match?"
"Early tomorrow morning."
"Will I ever see you again?"
"I would like that...but a part of me knows that the likelihood is very small..."
"Then this is it," she said, tears in her throat.
"I'm sorry. I-"
"No, please. I have known for a long time that things would not work in our favor. I do not wish to waste our last few hours together in sadness."
Unsure of what to say, he merely held her in his arms.
"I love you, Kazuya," she whispered.
(I love you, too...angel...)
Kazuya's eyes flew open. Slowly, he rose to a sitting position. He had been dreaming about the last time he and Jun interacted. Why did he have to remember such a time when he had put the past behind him?
He headed towards the miniature desk facing his bedroom window, turning on his laptop. It had been a few days since his encounter with Lee Chaolan. Kazuya had been doing fairly well in the tournament, advancing fairly quickly. He typed in a web address to check the status of the tournament. The zaibatsu had created a dedicated website listing the matches and the winners after the fights. His eyes skimmed the screen, noting the brackets of elimination. Jin Kazama was doing very well. He should expect no less. Not only did the boy have his anger, but his determination as well.
His dark eyes strayed to the glass of his window, seeing a soft white glow from the outside light. Slowly, it materialized into the form of a beautiful dark-haired woman wearing a long white dress. A gentle, but rueful smile lifted her lips.
Jun.
He looked again, only seeing the pale blue light of the computer screen illuminating his face. "Strange..." he murmured, reading the charts again.
A motion caught his eye. He looked up, seeing Jun sitting beneath a tree, a bundle wrapped in a blue blanket cradled in her slender arms. Adoration and affection sparkled from her eyes, and her lips moved, as if speaking. Just the faintest sound reached his ears, alerting him to a soft melody that barely echoed. She...She was singing...
He blinked, seeing his reflection in the glass again. Wearily, he rubbed his eyes. Perhaps he wasn't getting enough sleep...
"I love you, Kazuya...I always have...I always will..." a voice faintly whispered in the darkness.
Abruptly, he closed his laptop. First he was hallucinating, now he was hearing things. He needed more rest.
By the time Kazuya fell asleep, it was an hour before sunrise. Jun Kazama filled his dreams with whispered promises of devotion, as she had done during the many days and nights they had been together.
[Okay, this thing is actually ending fairly soon. I think it's cuz I want to work on something new. ^_^ Writing Kazuya Mishima is not easy, especially the way I interpret his character. There are many layers to him. Hope you all enjoy.]
After defeating his opponent, Violet walked several blocks before entering a restaurant. He hadn't eaten breakfast that morning. After the host secured a table for him, he headed to the bathroom. He removed his large sunglasses, washed his hands, splashing his face with cold water.
"I almost didn't recognize you in those ridiculous clothes, Chaolan," a deep voice taunted.
He looked up in the mirror to see Kazuya Mishima leaning against a door stall. Lee Chaolan shook his head, a slight smile tilting the side of his mouth.
"Interesting to see that your senses are still sharp, considering you're supposed to have been dead for nearly twenty-five years..."
Kazuya's eyes hardened. "I-"
He was interrupted when the door swung open and man came in to attend to his bodily functions. Lee calmly put his sunglasses in place, moving towards the exit. With a subtle gesture of his head, he indicated Kazuya follow. The two men walked down the hallway of the restrooms to a back door that led to the alley outside of the restaurant.
"I hadn't realized that you were alive," Lee began, removing his sunglasses. "The media kept reporting that you were seen, but I thought it was just to stir attention to the tournament."
"It's a long story on how I got here," Kazuya responded coldly. "When I last saw you, were you not on the long list of people wishing to see me dead?"
Lee arched an eyebrow. "Kazuya-san, I swore loyalty to you a long time ago in order for you to take the zaibatsu from the old man. I hadn't counted on you being..." he scowled, trying to find the right words to say, "...unusual..."
"Always willing to betray when the opportunity comes along..." Kazuya sneered.
Lee narrowed his eyes. "I do when it's beneficial to me."
The two men had always been at odds with each other, especially when Kazuya had found out that Heihachi had adopted him. Lee was everything Heihachi wanted in son, Kazuya was the actual son. Growing up, Lee had tried to be the son Heihachi wanted. He had been very angry when Heihachi told him he would never truly be a Mishima. So Lee had sided with Kazuya, hoping to eventually receive an important position in the zaibatsu once Kazuya took Heihachi down. Unfortunately, he hadn't counted on the devil within Kazuya, and ultimately, he assisted Heihachi to bring down Kazuya. After Kazuya and Heihachi's fight, Lee had disappeared into the Bahamas, far away from the Mishima Zaibatsu.
It had always been a constant tug of war between the two brothers. They were both very similar, for they did whatever they could to get what they wanted, using ruthless means too many times to count. Perhaps this was also why they clashed...because of the strong similarities. And yet, neither preferred outright killing each other.
"Is it still with you?" Lee asked curiously.
Kazuya shrugged. "I've learned to deal with its presence."
Lee narrowed his eyes.
"The zaibatsu is your reason for being here, isn't it?" Kazuya demanded before Lee could ask any more questions.
"Partially," Lee admitted. "I plan on displaying the abilities of an experiment my company designed."
"And that is?" Kazuya prompted.
"You'll know soon enough," Lee replied, smirking.
"You don't plan on destroying the old man?"
Lee sighed as if bored. "No."
They stood in silence for a few moments.
"I noticed several years ago that a fighter named Jin Kazama participated in the third Iron Fist. Have you met him?" Lee asked.
Kazuya smiled slightly. "Yes. His greatest wish is his father's death."
Lee chuckled. So he did know about him. "Like father, like son." At Kazuya's silence, he added, "Maybe you should try to change his mind."
"You mean attempt at being a normal family?" Kazuya mocked. "Absolutely not."
"You're not even willing to try," Lee noted, studying him.
Kazuya shook his head. "No."
"You always were too stubborn," Lee pointed out. "He's your son."
"He wants me dead," Kazuya said flatly.
"Only because you were never a true father to him," Lee retorted.
Since when did Lee ever talk in that tone of voice? He never remembered him ever using it.
Lee sighed. "When Jun Kazama came into your life, you were different back then. You weren't completely heartless. Still a b*stard, but..." he smirked, then his expression sobered. "The old man made a lot of mistakes raising us. But we don't have to be like him. I accepted that a long time ago..."
"Oh really?" Kazuya mocked. "And you being here has nothing to do with your animosity towards the Mishima Family?"
"I'm here for business." At Kazuya's silence, he continued in a condescending tone, "End it, Kazuya-san. You've been bitter and angry at the old man for far too long. Jin is your son. Perhaps it is time you started acting like a father."
Kazuya nearly growled, "I wouldn't know the first thing about-"
"I'll admit that you are the last one I'd expect to have a child...But I think you and I know better than anyone what a father is not." He regarded Kazuya coolly.
Kazuya stiffened. "You've changed, Chaolan...I don't remember you ever having such a...positive outlook on life."
"It happens to a few of us..."
"Jin is a grown man," Kazuya ground out. Why was he even arguing about this with Lee? When did their discussion transfer to Jin? His eyes sharpened. "I see. Your...business dealing. You are hoping that he and I will be able to destroy Heihachi and the zaibatsu together."
Lee smirked. "Well...honestly...yes. The zaibatsu's recent technological advances are in conflict with mine..."
"You never were too subtle, Chaolan..." Kazuya mused.
"So you think..." With that, Lee reentered the restaurant.
So that was his motive. Lee always was too greedy for his own good. And yet, some of his words did ring elements of truth. Kazuya's jaw tightened. Start behaving as a father? That was impossible. First, he'd have to convince his son not to destroy him. And...And then what? He couldn't stop being who he was. He'd always enjoy seeing anyone tied to the Mishima Zaibatsu suffer. Honestly, he didn't want the zaibatsu anymore.All he wanted was Heihachi's demise. He would always crave strength and power, he would always carry the devil inside of him. And yet...in spite of his ruthlessness, Jun Kazama had loved him.
(Jun.) The only shining light in his life. Kazuya took a breath. He had never been in love before...until her. And he hadn't felt the same about anyone since. Jun had loved him in spite of his flaws...she had even been willing to carry and bear his son, knowing the darkness within him, because she had loved him that much. She could have easily given Jin away after he was born or worse...
Kazuya looked down the alley. Jun. Something deep inside him curled before unwinding. He would have liked to have seen Jun, a smile on her face as she absently stroked her tummy which had held their son. He would have liked to have seen the gentleness in her gaze as she sang a lullaby, rocking their son to sleep. If only...
(Your son despises you...)a voice said within him. (You can hope all you want, remember all you want...but this does not change. Jin Kazama wishes to kill you...)
Kazuya closed his eyes tightly for several seconds before opening them. "No," he muttered softly. "I gave up Jun a long time ago...and that includes a future with the son I never had..." His eyes hardened as he thought of the man who had beaten him to near unconsciousness when he was young, telling him that he would always be weak. The same man who took his life away, who was still very intent on causing him misery.
***
"When do you leave for your match?"
"Early tomorrow morning."
"Will I ever see you again?"
"I would like that...but a part of me knows that the likelihood is very small..."
"Then this is it," she said, tears in her throat.
"I'm sorry. I-"
"No, please. I have known for a long time that things would not work in our favor. I do not wish to waste our last few hours together in sadness."
Unsure of what to say, he merely held her in his arms.
"I love you, Kazuya," she whispered.
(I love you, too...angel...)
Kazuya's eyes flew open. Slowly, he rose to a sitting position. He had been dreaming about the last time he and Jun interacted. Why did he have to remember such a time when he had put the past behind him?
He headed towards the miniature desk facing his bedroom window, turning on his laptop. It had been a few days since his encounter with Lee Chaolan. Kazuya had been doing fairly well in the tournament, advancing fairly quickly. He typed in a web address to check the status of the tournament. The zaibatsu had created a dedicated website listing the matches and the winners after the fights. His eyes skimmed the screen, noting the brackets of elimination. Jin Kazama was doing very well. He should expect no less. Not only did the boy have his anger, but his determination as well.
His dark eyes strayed to the glass of his window, seeing a soft white glow from the outside light. Slowly, it materialized into the form of a beautiful dark-haired woman wearing a long white dress. A gentle, but rueful smile lifted her lips.
Jun.
He looked again, only seeing the pale blue light of the computer screen illuminating his face. "Strange..." he murmured, reading the charts again.
A motion caught his eye. He looked up, seeing Jun sitting beneath a tree, a bundle wrapped in a blue blanket cradled in her slender arms. Adoration and affection sparkled from her eyes, and her lips moved, as if speaking. Just the faintest sound reached his ears, alerting him to a soft melody that barely echoed. She...She was singing...
He blinked, seeing his reflection in the glass again. Wearily, he rubbed his eyes. Perhaps he wasn't getting enough sleep...
"I love you, Kazuya...I always have...I always will..." a voice faintly whispered in the darkness.
Abruptly, he closed his laptop. First he was hallucinating, now he was hearing things. He needed more rest.
By the time Kazuya fell asleep, it was an hour before sunrise. Jun Kazama filled his dreams with whispered promises of devotion, as she had done during the many days and nights they had been together.
[Okay, this thing is actually ending fairly soon. I think it's cuz I want to work on something new. ^_^ Writing Kazuya Mishima is not easy, especially the way I interpret his character. There are many layers to him. Hope you all enjoy.]