AN: Hi to anyone out there! i just wanted to say sorry for the late update, i've been very busy and i have had a serious lack of inspiration.
But i hope you enjoy reading and let me know what you think!
Chapter 7- The Threat
Jun stood in the changing room, she walked nervously around. It was her first fight, and it was against Anna.
She looked up in the mirror and asked herself why she was here and if it was worth it. A tournament where people beat the hell out of each other, and she sacrificed her body to get to Kazuya Mishima. But was it going to one way or the other?
She looked into her own eyes searching for something she couldn't get the answer to.
Jun looked up in the arena and saw the lights shined down on her; the crowd was roaring and was like dancing shadows in the bright light.
"Let's start doll face" Anna stated when she brushed past her and positioned herself opposite for her. Jun looked up and over her shoulder, and there in a seat raised above the rest she found her employer: Kazuya Mishima.
She hadn't known that she was employed by him, but what didn't the media tell everyone and anyone who wanted to know…
The match was finally over and no one could believe the result. Jun Kazama had won.
Kazuya Mishima coldly got up from his chair, looking at the unconscious Anna lying on the floor of the arena. Somehow Jun Kazama had overpowered his very own employee, his own bodyguard…
He was forced to think otherwise now…
He turned around and left the arena, Jun stood panting in the middle of the arena.
It was only going to be the first victory for today, she hoped.
Jun got many congratulations on her way out; she wasn't the only one who surprised after all. Many had expected that Anna would have won; she was after all one of his guards. The most cruel and wicked man seen on the face of earth was her employer.
And yet she was the one lying with her face down on the arena.
Jun was followed by her friends up to her room; everyone said it called for celebration but she had other things to think about.
"You really don't want to celebrate your victory? You do know she was one of Kazuya Mishima's bodyguards?" Michelle questioned her.
"Michelle, there is another more important matter I have to tend to. And if I succeed, then I will celebrate. And yes I knew, but it doesn't make her more powerful or invincible" Jun said holding her friends hand, pleading for her to understand.
"All right, have it your way" Michelle responded as she shrugged with her shoulders.
Jun found herself in the elevator once again; she was cramped into a small space in the corner of the elevator. She felt like she was in a can. The elevator didn't seem to move but only get smaller. Some left the elevator and many more entered.
Each person in the elevator wore black, every time she saw someone move it became a big ocean of black. They were simple black waves, small portions of the waves left and even bigger portions hit the elevator. She drowned in the black ocean; she was a little island in the mist of the big black sea. And yet she felt she was drowned in the big ocean.
By the time she reached the designated floor the elevator was empty. She could finally breathe again, she was once again fully alert and in control.
The elevator said "ding", and the doors opened. She got out and saw Lee sitting by his desk. As she began to approach the desk he looked up and typed something into the computer.
"Miss Kazama if you take a seat Mr. Mishima will be with you in a moment" he said gesturing towards the chairs. Jun smiled and sat down. She looked on the table there were no magazines laying on the table no paintings on the wall and no plants of any kind. She had never noticed it before, but then again she had only been here once before. He didn't have any intension of letting his visitors rest in any dimension while visiting him.
Suddenly Lee jumped up from his seat and walked over to her.
"Mr. Mishima will see you now" he said gesturing toward the door. She got up to walk to the door; surprisingly he walked in front as if to follow her to the only room in which Kazuya resided.
He opened the door and saw her walk in, as he closed it gently behind her. He was reading some papers when he entered, and when he saw her come in he signed them and laid them away.
"How may I help you Miss Kazama?" he asked her watching her sit down right in front of him.
"We, the WWWC and I, have found proof of animal abuse in your business. I am here to reason with you before we take any further steps" Jun said honestly as she placed a closed brown file in front of him on his desk, she leaned back and waited for him to pick it up. Kazuya leaned forward as he slowly picked it up and opened it; he looked through the papers and the photos in the file. He spread them slowly out on his desk and leaned back in his chair as he had a second look at the papers.
"And in which department is this abuse happening?" he asked her as his eyes remained fixed on the papers
"In your research department for…" Jun paused as she reflected on the answer "it's in one of your research facilities on an island you own"
"An island?" he said calmly "then what you have done to obtain this 'information' wouldn't you call it trespassing?" he asked her provokingly. Jun sat silently starring at him as he slowly fixed his on her instead of the papers.
"It was a common control of the labs you have, and can you deny having any knowledge about these activities happening in your labs?"
"To my knowledge miss Kazama these labs do not even exist…" he stated calmly. He was surprised that even after a fight she ought to be tired and yet she was very clear minded and sharp, maybe even she contained an animal. "And you will be welcome to check these so called labs if you want to" he said leaning back.
"Are you sure Mr. Mishima that these activities haven't been taking place? Because I have proof which speaks other wise" she said leaning a little forward.
"If you do, I suggest you present them for me"
"What you are seeing on the table, is the proof I have the liberty to show you, Mr. Mishima. I would suggest you to consider my offer to you, and contact me when you are ready to negotiate. Have a nice day Mr. Mishima" Jun said the last words getting up from the chair.
"Isn't the trespassing against your ethics?" he asked her.
When Jun turned he was standing right behind her. She hadn't heard him move, and yet he was standing right behind her. He wasn't looking at her; he was actually starring right into the door right past her.
"Isn't it wrong of you to give a flower to someone competing in your tournament? Someone who could pose a potential threat." She asked him in return answering his question with a question. She looked him straight in his eyes.
"Well Miss Kazama then the only question that remains is, are you a potential threat then?" Jun froze when his eyes met hers. He displayed nothing but confidence.
"I could be" she answered.
"Have a nice day Miss Kazama" he said and moved his arm around her body and grabbed the doorknob and turned it slowly. She felt how his arm slowly manoeuvred around her body without touching her, yet she felt his hand on her skin.
He turned the doorknob and opened the door. The door forced her closer towards him, before it could open. She didn't dare to look at him, she turned and left his office.
