SPD-Split Personality Disorder

Chapter 4

"I want to kill you"

Her eyes told a completely different story, not to mention her body language. Everything she did was minor or majorly suggestive. The way she looked at him: lashes and the whole bit looking up at him as if she were the purest female of them all and desired by all and the cruel thing knew it too. She dressed the way she did purely to attract him and when she talked he would get glimpses into her mouth where her tongue would curl in the lewdest fashion, and give him the wildest of fantasies all at one time. Just like now, as she sat cross-legged on his bed in something see through and white (why was it always white?) and looking at him with that same knowing look. As if she were a predator that was waiting for her prey to calmly fall into her trap.

He approached her almost cautiously as if his analogy was actually true and brushed a slightly calloused hand along the very top of her shoulder and stopped his trail right above her elbow. A shiver ran up and down his spine as he observed that her skin was just as smooth as he imagined it would be, and was as creamy as it was up close than far away. He seized his opportunity and grabbed a handful of her silky hair and he found her closing her eyes in bliss as he unconsciously rubbed circles into her scalp. Blue eyes met onyx as they edged closer to each other, noses touching, and finally lips. It started soft and then grew rougher, then painful. They both hungered for something only the other could give. Between gasps for air, he found himself saying things he thought he would never say, and she told him things his ears would never forget. Both knew that at this moment in time, they were binding each other to secrecy and modesty and only to each other would they reveal more.

"Kill me" he repeated her earlier. "you would like that wouldn't you?"

His mouth was searching, searching for her's and he could feel her smiling in glee somewhere near him. "I won't allow you to be killed by anyone else. Your life is mine, you belong to me"

Blonde hair pooled onto his black satin sheets and more of it pooled when he tilted her head back by slightly tugging on her golden tresses. His hand started at the middle of her chest and grazed along her cleavage before eventually wrapping around her throat. Oxygen slightly leaving her, he got the reaction he was looking for as a violent shiver ran up and down her spine. His lips crushed against hers and he tasted blood on her teeth as she grunted slightly at the stinging pain. Engraving his thumb print in the little dip on her throat, he shivered again as she made a little croaking noise in his mouth. He suckled away all the droplets of blood from around her gums and tongue, rolling his eyes back slightly and moaning into their kiss.

Her hands grazed along his jawline and she dug her nails into his flesh, drawing blood from him as well and smirking as she returned the favor. He loosened his grip on her once he felt her losing the fervor she once had and she sighed in relief, her warm breath spreading into his like a soft cloud. He took the reins of the kiss and lowered her back flat underneath him, her legs parting to receive the width of his upper body. They continued to frantically kiss each other passionately, tearing at the other's clothing until it was no more and all obstacles were out of the way.

She wound her hands over his bare chest and he shivered at how cold they were and then she drew away from his lips and bit into his neck painfully, a painful groan coming from his mouth at the feeling. He could feel the wetness of her tongue as she ran it over the little wound she made as if to soothe it. Then her mouth began to move against his flesh, forming words he couldn't necessarily hear unless he concentrated.

"As fun as this is," she met his eyes for the final time that night. "you have to wake up at some point, husband of mine"

And awaken he did.

Dark eyes shot open from underneath his forearm and Jin found himself groaning loudly at the ringing occurring in his head. There was no doubt in his mind that if the sound continued he would soon have a headache worse than any other hangover he's ever had in his life. Ripping his satin sheets away from his lower body, he all but jumped out of his bed, and shivered at the contact of his feet meeting the chilly dark wood floors. The ringing between his ears continued as he made his way towards his massive bathroom, not a bright color to be seen except for the bright right porcelain tub that could hold fifty people, and in front of his mirror did he stop to look at himself. He looked almost haggard, as if someone stole life from him. His pallor was considerably noticeable to himself than it would be to other people, he had always been pale, but this was verging on sickly almost. He clenched and unclenched his fists and knew his strength was still there and his muscle weight was completely normal, it was just his appearance that dawned on him the most. It made no sense.

He drew up his hand to the right side of his neck and scratched at it absent-mindedly. The texture on his usually smooth skin brought his eyes back up to the mirror that showed a bruise there. Purple and red almost popping right at him with its brightness. It closely resembled a hickey almost, but it was aggressive and noticeable. Jin was shocked to see it there to say the least and could do nothing but stare at the mark and touch it absently.

Walking into the office on a brisk cold morning—slightly late, but not so much so that his employers were fumbling around wondering what to do with themselves. Kazuya Mishima walked through the halls of his side of Mishima Co. and he looked and breathed money and wealth with a spice of prestige. It was also a given that the man was not a morning person whatsoever, although he took adequate time in his schedule to sleep, he just wasn't a fan of waking up early and more than often slept late into the afternoon on weekends.

He wore the latest fashions and kept his appearance around other people clean and if not perfect, pretty damn close. Louis Vuitton shoes of alligator material and matching the slate gray color of the carpet he walked in, Calvin Klein slate gray suit with a white undershirt and stormy blue tie to accentuate the whole ensemble, and lastly a Michael Kore silver watch with blue accents. His whole everyday business outfit was way over the budget of most professional musicians around and yet he seemed to always keep money in his pockets even after the recession hit everyone pretty hard, and the celebs were no strangers either.

It was no secret that his son, Jin, was the more favored out of the two C.E.O's and that was mostly because his son was a lot 'nicer' or more pleasant to be around if they really wanted to get down to it. Mishima pushed his employers to the brink and sometimes, more often than not, got angry at them for no reason or just plain had an attitude. But as far as the business rumors going around amongst the women about which of the two was the better looking...Kazuya would be the first to underhandedly say that he was the one, while Jin would simply claim he's not interested whatsoever (knowing full well that if he ever found out it was his father, his pride would take a serious blow). What they both didn't know is that it's a complete and utter tie and that the both of them get the same amount of drools when they passed by.

Brave souls who saw their boss exit out the main elevator and onto the top floor went out to greet him, only to receive the cold chill that was Kazuya as he didn't reply and kept walking. If it wasn't for the awful glares he would send their way for speaking to him at such an ungodly hour (because 8:00am is too early for someone like Mishima) than no one at all would know they were even being acknowledged by the man. Even still, he forever captured the hearts of the females swooning over just the scent of his cologne as he walked casually to his office.

Once the Co-head of Mishima Co. made it to his office on the far right side of the building, he closed the door behind himself and blocked the rest of the business world out. The sound of clicking keyboards, tired murmurs, and the low sizzle of coffee being made irked him into even more of a foul mood and he found the scowl on his face unable to go away. No one would've ever guessed that the infamous Kazuya hated business with a passion, and he hated cubicles and offices just like his own even more. His whole family line had a very strong affinity for knowledge and wisdom which was helpful in the business world, but he just didn't find himself hungry with greed like he use to be. A sense of purpose was missing within him and he could feel the deep hole in his chest grow wider and wider every time he walked in through the double doors of the tall building.

Kazuya would never admit to anyone that he didn't want the throne of power anymore. Maybe not even to himself, but he wasn't a huge fan of lying, especially to himself-he despised that the most. It was easy running the company, almost like he was counting on his fingers, it was just tiresome and bland. There was no excitement walking into this hellhole of a building where dreams were crushed and sometimes lives lost, or being responsible for the loss. Yes, Mishima couldn't do this anymore. It would probably kill him if he went on like this.

His thoughts were interrupted when a polite knock was placed on his door. Head shooting up from the surface of his desk, Kazuya cleared his throat before speaking with full authority.

"Enter!" he commanded.

His door swung open to reveal Anna, his secretary, whom he glared at because she had a desk all to herself where there was a phone she could use to call him if need be. The fact she was standing there (in more than inappropriate clothing to walk around in on his side of the building) in his doorway angered him considering the fact that she also accepted calls from customers as well, which lead back to the question of why she wasn't where she was suppose to be. He saw her eyes narrow when he gave her an up-and-down look with one once over with his eyes and no where on her body did his dark eyes linger, not once. She tried really hard this time too as it seemed. He couldn't understand why she kept going out of her way to impress him when he made it clear to her on multiple occasions (rather bluntly too), that he simply wasn't interested. On and on she kept trying, so he let her until the day he was waiting for where she would give up and try no more.

Her blood red business skirt rode high up her thighs that were accentuated with floral black fishnets, she didn't wear an undershirt whatsoever to modestly cover up the obscene cleavage she showed, and her make-up (although not out of place whatsoever) was put on quite heavy. Kazuya found himself sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose at the sight, how many times did he have to tell her to stop dressing like that? It was only his attention she was trying to catch, but it drew the other men in the office away from their work and if that happened he lost money and there was nothing he hated more. He wondered why he hadn't fired her already, and then he remembered...it was because aside from her sister Nina (who Jin had as an assistant) she was the best assassin in the business at the moment.

"Anna..." he trailed slowly. "Must I repeat myself more than one time?"

Annoyance clearly laced along his tired sounding words, Anna decided to trail very carefully, figuring he simply wasn't in the mood for her shenanigans and even went as far as buttoning the business jacket she wore up to a point that modestly covered the most of her bountiful chest. Once she was finished, Kazuya nodded his head in approval and found it easier to look at her face now that the distraction was gone.

"Now what was so important that you had to come into my office to tell me?" he questioned lazily.

With the mention of the subject she had yet to breach with him, her face quickly turned sour. At the sight of her changed expression, Kazuya grew curious at what she had to say, whatever it was deeply disturbed her and there were few things that did.

The memory of what she saw hit her at full force before she opened her mouth to tell Kazuya the news. She wasn't at the meeting at the Rochefort mansion so she had no idea that Kazuya already had a hunch about what frequently happened between the Rochefort heir and her despicable father. "I came to tell you something important, something about Jin's...future fiance" she paused trying to gather her words. "she's damaged goods, that's the nicest way I can put it" she told him bluntly.

Kazuya's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. Damaged goods? "Elaborate" he commanded.

Anna shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly. She was hoping that he didn't ask her to tell in detail what made her think the Rochefort heir was damaged product, but now she had to figure out a way to modestly put what she saw into words. "Her father..." she paused and sighed. "he's disgusting...we now know why he never re-married to another woman and that's because he uses his daughter as a replacement for his dead wife. They do look very much alike"

A sour taste seemed to erupt in Kazuya's throat and on top of his tongue. He always had a hunch that Edward Rochefort was man that liked to use his fists and hands when he was angry at the simplest things, but he never considered...

He thought of how heart-broken her mother Lilian would be if she were still alive and before he knew it Kazuya was drawing up an image of her from his distant memory. To the time when she invited him to her home and they had met for the first time.

Lilian's family line, The Celeste's, were very old and very wealthy. As the sole heir to the ridiculous amount of money that rivaled even his own family line's, it was spread around that she was looking to invest in a new company to further increase the fortune of her own business (which was at the time heavily tied in with drugs of all kinds and her business was so large that no type of government could hope to shut it all down), mainly for the protection of it rather than the money she knew it would provide for her.

There was a large get together in her home for the sole purpose of her fishing in the pond of the business world. She invited representative upon representative, and owner after owner into her mansion along the coasts of Japan. Kazuya, who was the sole owner of Mishima Co. at the time, was among one of the many CEO's whom been invited to the special occasion. He was familiar with her "work" and knew at some point in time they would eventually clash because they both dealt with the same crowd of people and high positioned circles, eventually growing into a battle of territory.

And a battle it was. She would cleverly snatch his partners from right under his feet and he would return the favor whenever he got the chance, but they had never met on any sort of grounds.

Kazuya was a sensible man at this point in time, and too clever for anyone to match him at anything and those that tried were completely obliterated, but this woman seemed to go toe-to-toe to him as if it were a tango and she been dancing that dance for years and searching for a partner in which to do that dance with. She was smart, cunning, modestly hungry for power, and heavily independent. To say Kazuya already had an infatuation for her before even seeing her in person was an understatement, he was intrigued.

When the head of Mishima Co. and his entourage first stepped on the scene, he could only smirk at the envious glares that other CEO's gave them for they were sure Lilian would consider the infamous Mishima name and whatever they had to offer her. Fortunately for Kazuya, up until that point in which he arrived (which was later than most) it was said to him that Lilian had been an icy fortress and so far no one there had sparked her interest enough to get her to invest. Some had the privilege to almost get her to lift a finger and give them consideration, and then they would say something to make her recede back into the hardness of her exterior and she would dismiss that person out of her presence rather politely. Not only did she want someone intellectually on her level, but she wanted them to at least look the part as well. She was after all a very beautiful woman, and would have nothing but the most attractive people in her circle.

Kazuya and his entourage entered her home and the crowd parted for them, the Mishima name being whispered amongst the crowd of business folk who knew of either the horrors that went along with that name or the seemingly impossible triumphs. The powerful man couldn't help but smirk inwardly to himself as he swelled with pride, that was until he saw Lilian Celeste in the flesh standing not too far from him and his pride went right out the door he had just walked through. She hadn't noticed him yet, and the small hush of the large crowd seemed to go over her head as she continued her small conversation with someone she was considering doing business with. As she politely laughed at the mediocre joke the man told her, Kazuya took the chance to stare at the gorgeous woman. She had the curves of a seductress and yet hid away what almost every man there wanted to see in a rather modest silver dress. Her legs seemed to travel on forever and her skin was without blemish and was creamy to the whole purpose of the word. The slit of her dress only traveled mid-thigh and the arch of her back was slightly exposed as the one shoulder silver material draped gently across her chest. Her golden mane swished with every turn of her head and stopped right above her ample waist, Kazuya was memorized and wouldn't hesitate to admit that.

Her conversation with the male died and she finally turned around and their eyes caught each other's for the first time that night. Time seemed to stand still for the both of them and their situation hit them full force. They were long time enemies finally meeting each other for the first time on the bloody battlefield littered with the corpses of their opposers who tried to overtake them. They were two kings finally seeing each other after years of taking from one another, and now they both had mixed feelings about everything they had ever known about the other.

She politely excused herself from the oncoming male who was currently on his way to speak to her, and instead made her way towards the head of the business who's only purpose seemed to be taking her customers away from her. Kazuya watched the sway of her dress and felt his heart speed up a bit, watching as she almost seemed to glide towards him. He disregarded the hushed whispers as it seemed that he was the only one Lilian bothered to approach herself, and thus the rumors began.

"Mishima," she greeted politely with the slight decline of her head. "a pleasure to finally meet you" she said while extending her hand.

Kazuya threw a dashing smile at her and grabbed her gentle hands and brought them both to his lips, watching as a pretty color filled her cheeks. "The pleasure is mine" he replied.

She gently pulled her hands back and held it at her sides in a lady-like fashion, the color in her cheeks fading as soon as it came. "I would've thought with all the competition between you and I, you would never consider attending a get together that I'm hosting. We are enemies you know..." she said trailing off.

He chuckled handsomely and walked a little past her as he went to get himself and her a drink. "The way you stated that almost makes it seem as if you wouldn't want to go into business with me at all, if that was the case it brings me to wonder why I was among the many to get an invitation"

She gave him a smile of her own and followed him a little ways towards the drinks where she took little account to what he was doing. He was hardly right in his observation ,but she wouldn't say anything to make him think otherwise. He may have believed that she truly didn't want anything to do with him, but on the contrary, his methods of doing business sparked her interests a long time ago when it first came to her attention.

By this time, Kazuya's entourage disappeared, spreading out and mingling with the crowd to make impressions and attempt to make other connections while having the opportunity to do so. The crowd talked amongst itself and the two could've been submerged in an even larger crowd and still make their way to each other and converse and drown in their own little world they created together. They went unseen by many, their greed getting in the way of the reason why they attended the gathering in the first place. The point was to get her to invest in their businesses, not to take the chance to mingle with others and make pointless connections with people that could very well fall through. But if they were smart, they would be like Kazuya and do both.

He gracefully poured sparkling champagne for the both of them without wasting a drop into wine glasses, all the while keeping a close eye on the way she watched him with almost predatory eyes. Then he saw a smile sneak onto her face, and the simple action seemed to lighten the very air around her.

"I'm almost positive you would've done the same had the shoe been on the other foot Mishima -"

He politely cut her off with the single raise of his hand, which she obeyed plainly and waited for him to speak. "Call me Kazuya" he told her.

She almost seemed to still as he handed her the champagne glass and clink it against his own as she held it graciously. "Lilian.." she returned before tilting her head back slightly and tasting the bland alcohol on her tongue.

"As I were saying," she said while eyeing him playfully. "I'm sure you would've done the same Kazuya. If anything you would want to have an enemy like me in your corner, as I would you"

The dark haired man had to keep a very close notice on his heart rate for the sole purpose of playing the way she said his name over and over again in his mind. The little whispy sound at the end of her sentences, especially while speaking his native language, indicated she was very much foreign if her appearance didn't prove as much. There was no doubt in his mind that she was of French decent, her accent was too attractive sounding for him to consider otherwise.

He rose his eyebrows at her cooly. "Oh? What made you consider that I would want you as a partner?" he asked her with a hint of humor.

She put a hand on his shoulder and he almost jumped. Gently, she dragged her fingertips along the length of his shoulders until she was on his other side, completely within his eyesight. "Please don't play coy with someone like me. I know you're not a man who just does things on a whim, I know this because I've seen you in the field. If you truly didn't want my hand in partnership then you would not have come here to meet me now would you?" she asked him with a small smile.

He observed her facial expression as he replayed her words in his mind. Her voice was low enough so only he could here and there was something vicious hiding behind those almost silver eyes of her's. She was dangerous, he now knew. The amount of money she sat on more than likely had other people's blood on it (not that he wasn't familiar with having a certain amount of his own) but the entirety of her fortune was made out of blood money. Kazuya was sure at the time that she knew what kind of targets were placed on her head, he was aware of them herself, and didn't care that some of those targets could shift to him simply out of association. She was old enough to know what she was getting into and her world would be far more dark than his own, her eyes told him that she knew what she doing full well and that it could also get her killed without a trace of evidence left behind. Her very existence could blotted out and she knew that, she was just the type who found a certain high from being in close proximity to danger.

Thinking back on it now, Kazuya wondered vaguely if her world was the cause of her mysterious death. With the redefined weight of her departure on his shoulders after some minutes of being thrown back in time, Kazuya returned to the present with the shake of his head. That was ten years ago, and it was time to let sleeping dogs lie before he unearths something he'd rather not uncover.

"I'm assuming this is not the first time he's done...that" he asked stated aloud.

She walked around his office and he watched as she did so, letting his eyes linger on her exposed legs before returning his attention back to his assistant's rather troubled facial expression. Sighing somewhat, as she shook her head no. "I've just started watching them as you've instructed and there was a sort of...resigning way in which he made her do things. This is her way of life when she is with him," she paused and averted her gaze, "her father is despicable" she said lowly.

Kazuya's mouth went into a straight line, transforming slowly into a distressed frown. He couldn't say he didn't hear the acute muffled screams of the girl as they were all leaving. Everyone heard it and no one had the stomach to comment on something so pitiful. Including his own, everyone's inside seemed to twist at the images that popped in their minds about what he could possibly be doing to the young girl and why Rochefort couldn't wait to do those actions mainly so they would hear. Kazuya supposed they were lucky they didn't see anything and just heard the aftermath of it.

"Are you going to tell Jin?" she asked quietly.

He nodded. "I have to. He has to know what he's dealing with. I just wish I would've known this before we all made the decision to have the meeting there with her present." he found his throat constricting a little. "I would've spared her the whole thing had I known this is what she went through behind closed doors"

Anna didn't respond to what he said, but silently agreed to his statement. She was aware of the meeting and what was said ,but she still wasn't told what they all heard out of courtesy of the young girl's privacy. They labeled it as a family matter and kept their mouths sealed.

Sympathy was not Kazuya's strongest attribute. Long ago he would've told anyone that he didn't have any simply because that's what he believed. But it unsettled him whenever he was presented with situations like these because it reminded him of a time where he tore his once whole family apart, and estranged the rest of his relatives in the name of the very company he only owned half of. Now that was the only thing he had left. The rest of his family was gone. A big piece of him was gone, and it couldn't be filled with his ostracized son who wanted little to do with him. The fact Jin was able to see his face everyday was something of a miracle to the elder man. He was thankful to say the least, but there was no way he would be able to rekindle anything with him-that would be asking for too much-and Kazuya's pride was bigger than his own emotions so there would be no way he would even humble himself enough to ask for any sort of forgiveness...but God he wanted it. He wanted it more than anything, and it was only more sad in his opinion because it took him twenty-eight years to figure out that he would very much like to have his son's forgiveness.

Now that it was time for his own son to start considering the life he would have with Emilie Rochefort, it was already tarnished thanks to the obscurities that was her corrupted father.

"Keep an eye on her," Kazuya muttered. "you aren't to interfere in any way unless her life is at stake. It won't be long before those two are married off and she'll be under the care of myself and Jin"

Anna seemed to bristle slightly when he told her that she would be watching more of Emilie's treacherous ordeals against her father. If anything she would much rather be in the headquarters of Mishima Co. and putting off paperwork that she should be doing at this second, but instead...

Her eyes snapped to his as Kazuya lost himself in his thoughts once again. She noticed he was doing so more than often and wondered what he was thinking about. His mannerisms were all normal until this spectacular event came up and now it was like he was a completely different person. A lot more pensive and a lot less...vicious. The young heir of Rochefort Oil Inc. wouldn't be the only person she would be keeping an eye on.

Jin was startled awake as a stack of papers were slammed hard on his desk. He glared his deadliest at his intruder and groaned inwardly as a familiar blonde penetrated his hazy vision.

"Nina.." he said bitterly.

Her icy eyes stayed the same as she continued to look at him and take note of his completely exhausted state. "You didn't get enough sleep" she stated simply.

He managed to resist the urge to roll his eyes. "No one working in this place does," Nina gave him a blank and calming stare and this time he really did roll his eyes. "well except you Nina" he muttered under his breath.

She disregarded his words as part of his mood due to his sleepiness and instead referred to the fake papers on his desk that was really a guise for the pictures underneath. He shuffled the papers around a little and noticed the photos of the two people on them, recognizing those people almost instantly. Nina watched as her boss's eyebrows furrowed and his mouth set into a thin straight line. The range of emotion that showed on his face almost unsettled the blonde woman, who wasn't use to such a reaction out of the usually stoic and calculative man but she kept her comments to herself and continued to observe.

"How did you finally find him?" he asked her while disdainfully tossing the photos to the side.

She looked at the suggestive photos and returned her gaze back to Jin who seemed to be steaming angrily. "He's a lot easier to find whenever the girl is present around these areas" she pointed to the mini-map on his desk and circled specific areas with her thin fingers. "he works here and leaves around eight, sometimes later if his job requires it. If this is the case, the girl will wait outside on another street in a black mercedes" she reported.

It didn't go past Nina's attention as she saw the twitch in Jin's dark eyebrow. He was irritated. She had her inferences on why, but one could never be sure and she could be completely wrong, but what she was thinking of was completely ridiculous and far-fetched. So she limited her wild mind and figured he was irritated because the man he was searching for was in association with his soon to be fiance and he couldn't really kill him off now that he knew she would be affected. He had no idea what their relationship was, and it wasn't like he wanted the man dead because he was a threat. He wanted him dead because he was annoying and kept getting in his way for the sole purpose of defeating him in a fight (which wouldn't happen for a long time unless the baboon grew a brain). The korean didn't need to die, at least not in Nina's opinion. He would never be able to pose a threat to Mishima Co. and that enough didn't validate the loss of his life. Jin really just didn't want him around, but wouldn't admit it. Now that he knew the two were more than associate with each other instead of it being a passing friendship, he would rather want the auburn haired male dead.

Now, the young girl was inadvertently in the way of that too.

A/N: I'm literally writing the next story as soon as I upload this chapter. I've got a few good ideas for this storyline coming in later chapters and I really don't want to lose them. By the way, when Kazuya mentions that he's sad that it took him twenty-nine years to realize he wanted Jin's forgiveness I don't mean that he is twenty-nine. He is still very much forty-nine in this storyline, I just took away how old Jin is (21) from how old Kazuya had to have been to conceive him or see his birth (28), at least I think so if I did the math right haha ^^". Which also indicates that all Jin's life, Kazuya has been regretful of his actions.

...Come on people he's a grown man, at some point he has to feel bad about what he's done to Jin. I did this to at least make him seem human and I want my story to seem at the very most realistic and that is realistic to me. To hell with OOC-ness, I don't believe in that unless its a complete 180-flip from the original character herself/himself. Anyway, Happy Reading guys :)

~Sasusakui