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Chapter 11 – The Smalltalk & The Revelations


She walked into the dark room, followed closely by him. He saw her figure move around in the darkness as the moonlight illuminated her. That was until the lights were turned on. She continued to move around leaving tracks of water behind her. He stepped in one of them. He opened the glass doors letting the cold wind in, he could she her figure shake when the wind came in, from the corner of his eyes. He lighted a cigarette, and looked out into the night. The world continued as if nothing had happened. It didn't don't miss those who had lost their lives. It didn't care much for the dead. It was only those who had cared for the person that lived in the past, only they remembered.

No one would remember him and no one would miss him.

He would himself go into the very same faith as the old man. He wasn't created for something more, he had been created for failure and so he had been capable of doing much more than so. He looked out from the corner of his eyes; she had turned his back to him. She was changing clothes now; he noticed her pale skin under the cover which the black clothes provided. He continued to observe her from the corner of his eyes. Her long black hair covered the most of her back; it was a sharp contrast to her pale skin. He suddenly felt a burning sensation, he looked at his hand and saw it was the cigarette and it had burned down. He let go of the cigarette end when he felt a hand on his back. He turned around and saw her standing there; her eyes were asking him questions. Her skin was still moist, from the water. When he didn't give her any answers, she leaned up against the railing and starred out into the night. He didn't know what she was asking him all he knew was he didn't have the answers to whatever it might be asking him.

He saw the golden necklace shine around her neck. He moved closer to her, she straightened her back and moved back, but there wasn't any place to escape to. He picked the necklace up with two fingers forcing the locket out from its hiding. He took the locket into his hand and turned it. Observing it closely. It wasn't significant; he knew who had given it to her. He knew or presumed that he knew whose picture she was carrying inside it. There weren't any engravings or signs to let know who it belonged to. Just like him, where did he belong to, to whom did he belong to?

At least he knew where he came from, whose he once was and whom he had belonged to and still did. Even though admitting it would be a great defeat. He, unlike himself, had thought he could belong somewhere else to someone else. Ha! He had never been a deluded fool himself; he knew where he came from. He, himself never suffered under illusions!

And yet he wondered what it would be like to suffer under such an illusion. What had made him think, even for a split second that he could belong somewhere else. He knew he rather should be asking, who had made him think of considering a different life. A second chance.

"What is it worth to you?" he asked her holding the golden heart in his hand.

"Why do you still keep it?" he asked her differently, he had always wondered how long she would keep it. Apparently she had kept far too long, than he had counted on. Apparently it just wasn't men that were fools. She looked at him, her pupils made an uncertain and sudden movement. She would never had thought that he would think about something so trivial and yet of such personal value.

"What does it matter," she exclaimed taking her heart back. Her past was her past, and she willing to admit that she couldn't escape it. One thing she didn't like to do was reminisce about the past.

"Why do you think about a piece of worthless jewellery for?" she asked him instead not answering any of his questions. Questions that came too close to her, questions she would never answer. She would never reveal it anyone else but him, but he already knew why she still carried it and he loved the fact that she still had it. It meant something for him; she knew that, it meant things weren't over for her. It meant she still belonged to him, and he to her for him. That was one thing Lee would never discover, he didn't know the difference and she lied to herself.

"You carry it around your neck all the time! Treating it like something much more valuable than you claim it to be yourself. After all I also know who gave it to you…" he spoke to carelessly.

"It reminds me of what I did wrong, and the price I paid for it" she answered him, satisfying his curiosity.

She turned her back to him and leaned on the railing and looked over the city lighting up in the night. The city had always been the most beautiful at night; the daytimes were pale and grey. The flaws were all there they were exposed no where to hide from all the eyes, looking and penetrating through it until it bled. Bled for the wrongs that weren't its wrongs, it was their mistake. They had inflicted them, made her bleed. The city bled and cried in the day time, its cries where heard and known through the city traffic. The same traffic that tried to drown its cries and howls, but they could hear her cry. The only time they could forget her cries was in the cover of the nightfall. The blanket the nightfall provided. The soars and wounds were covered and forgotten. The people moved out into the city. Careless for her cries of desperation. They covered her with new lights with colours that made them forget and siren calls that drowned her cries for help. What they did not know was she plotted in the darkness. They would feel her wrath, they could not escape it.

No one could escape her, for she had a new and strong ally.

"It reminds me of what is never to happen again" she spoke softly even when her eyes were penetrating even when she didn't look at him. She didn't need to look at him for him to feel guilty for even asking her. It was odd how some words she had spoken could comfort him in such a way. Why did he need this comfort? He did not even know.

But he enjoyed every moment of her affection; he knew many people wouldn't call it the true heartfelt affection. But if it was all he could have that was the closest to 'real' emotion, he would gladly open his hands and receive it. If it was all he could ever have.

Why? She belonged to him now.

At least for a while, he thought. A while was long enough for him. He would gladly pay the price for such a treatment. And she knew.

He walked away from the balcony and her he picked his jacket up and walked through the door. He walked through the corridors, not knowing what to think. It seemed like a good plan, they would be attended to one by one. Securing them their goal.

He walked through the streets lighting a cigarette, he started to smoke heavily from it. Women passed one after the other. None of them aroused his interest, he couldn't care less actually. They weren't good enough. They were willing to stumble into any ones bed and warm it for them. They were on a quest, they wanted to find satisfaction and gain a feeling of belonging over a night. And yet they weren't most likely to stay in that bed. They searched for that one person every night. He knew that even if the person stood in front of them they wouldn't be aware of it was that one person. He had given up his search a long time ago. He had been in many beds and many had warmed his sheets and his bed. They were all the same, never satisfied. He would never be satisfied. But now he had his chance, he thought as the young women who had just started their quest eyed him. They blinked and made discreet suggestions, which weren't discreet at all. He once wanted sophisticated women, but as time passed he cared less of who it was that occupied his bed in the mornings and through the night. He would settle for anything that could make it stop, that could take his mind off of it. They wanted him to be the one to warm their bed they wanted him to beg for more of the love they would let flow freely, and yet stop it. They wanted him to wander sleepless through the night with only a cigarette as his companion through the dark and cold night. They did not know that he already was in that state. And it wasn't one of them that forced him into such a state, in fact he didn't even know if she knew.

Lee suddenly felt a couple of hands grab him and pressed him against a wall in an alley. He looked up and noticed it was his so called brother.

"What do you want?" he him and blew smoke into his face. He looked up at him and lifted a brow.

"You don't know what I want?" he asked him in a voice dripping with irony. He let go of his so called little brother. He walked in a circle before he looked at him again.

"What does she want?" he asked him. He didn't expect of him to hold the right answer but he knew he himself could form an idea of his own.

"How the hell should I know, I thought you would know?" Lee spat at him "We are just holding a bed warm, nothing more or less. All I know is she was in need and I gave her what she needed. Are you still looking for the ghost from your past" he asked him instead.

"What do you know of ghosts?" Kazuya asked his brother "Do you really trust her that much, do you really wander around the streets at these late hours for her? You should rethink your great plan" Kazuya spoke softly as he questioned him "For do you not plan on riding on her success, isn't she your companion. And yet her actions do not make any sense, do they Lee?" Kazuya stated he looked at him with a crooked smile. He left him in the dark alley knowing he wouldn't get any answers and that he didn't hold any of them. He had done what he came for. Lee stood in the dark alley smoking a new cigarette. He was right.

Lee walked in through the door with a bottle of wine in his hand. Sakura glanced at him once and continued to look out at the city. He placed the two glasses of wine on the table and threw his jacket over the chair. He folded his sleeves up, he walked out to her and as he handed her a glass he pressed his lips against hers. He ran his hands through her hair he then placed his hands on her cheeks holding her in the kiss. When he finally let go of her she breathed heavily for air. She looked up at him he looked into her eyes, they had changed there was something different in them. He kissed her again, and traced his fingers down her arms and caressed her bare arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her in as his kisses became deeper, demanding more. His hand found hers; he stopped kissing her and pulled back he looked up into the darkness and could see a light in the distance somewhere. His other hand was placed loosely on her waist. He waited for her answer. She looked out into the night and the city. She had found an ally. She kissed him and her hand held his firmly. He looked at her a smile was pulling his lips up. He pulled her inside and continued to kiss her; he placed her glass on the table and led her to the bed. He looked at her, she was sitting on the bed looking at him and yet it seemed like she saw through him, and his words plagued him. He looked at her once again; his words rang clearer in his ears. She couldn't be his and he stepped back. He had suffered under the same illusion, no matter how much he wanted it he had to give it up.

"Why?" he asked her "Why did we have to kill him?" he asked her again as he moved around in the room.

"Do you regret killing him, for you didn't do it I did. You can go to bed with a clean conscious. Unlike me!" she spat back at him, she couldn't believe it had come to this. The one that should have been her ally had turned into a bigger mouthful than she had counted on.

"You secured him a place," Lee said frustrated as he held his head as he felt a headache rising "Was that your grand plan! Secure him a spot, he goes through without even fighting" Lee's frustration was growing for every moment that went by.

"Have you spoken to him?" Sakura questioned him, "Is he the one who convinced you that I secured him a place in the finals? Did he tell you that I'm actually working for him and have been toying with you all the time?" Sakura spoke as she got up from the bed and picked her glass of wine up and emptied it. "I'll tell you right here and right now, I want his blood. Heihachi would have just come in the way, and this doesn't compromise your situation at all for that is all you care about isn't it?" she spoke and walked around in the room. She blinked several times as she suddenly felt nauseous.

"You want his blood, then what the hell are you going to do for our match? Will you beat the hell out of me? And if you want his blood why don't you kill him instead?" he asked her in disbelief.

"I'll do what I have to do!" she stated coldly, she only answered the question she cared enough to answer. No emotions were displayed; it seemed like a routine for her now. She knew how it worked what she had to do to reach her goals "Wasn't that why you agreed to help me, I fight you take it all" Sakura ran her hand through her hair and felt her heart throbbing harder she looked up at him. He suddenly became unclear.

"Lee…" she spoke softly before she hit the floor, she saw the glass roll along the floor as it spilled its red content all over the white carpet. Lee turned around slowly; he saw her lying on the floor and couldn't stop himself from feeling differently now that he had done it. Her figure looked misplaced as it lay on the floor, it was done. He picked her up and placed her on the bed gently. He went to his jacket and pulled some things out, things which made his task much easier.

"I'm sorry…" he whispered into her ear. Before he took a sample of her blood, he looked at the blood inside the glass. It seemed no different than his own blood when he looked at it with his bare eyes.

Sakura woke up in the morning as the sunrays stroked her. She sat up and robbed her forehead she had no recollection of what had happened the night before. She only remembered his kisses. She saw the glass lying on the floor with its red content spilled all over the floor. The events of the night began to come back to her, she had passed out. She didn't know why all she knew was her head was aching. That was when she saw Lee in the corner of the room he was sleeping in the chair. He suddenly shot his eyes open and looked directly at her. He looked at her as if she was something filthy. She got up from the bed and she discovered that he was holding a piece of paper in his hands.

"What did it tell you, that I couldn't" she asked him breaking the silence that was weighing heavily in the air.

"It told me exactly what you wouldn't have told me," he answered her. He didn't even care enough to look at her now, she was nothing to him. All that she had ever been to him was nothing. He showed her the paper and she looked at it and she wasn't surprised over seeing the result she saw written on it.

"Was that all you wanted to know?" she asked him "I would have told you if you asked me. It doesn't matter it is a necessary mean, if you want what you long for," she spoke silently her voice was heavy and thick. "If I want what I long for, you of all people should know what it is like being overlooked. Your needs and feelings trampled down" she sat down on the bed again not knowing what to tell him. She had only done what she had to do, she had no choice, and she felt the necklace around her neck suddenly get much heavier than it had ever been before. She closed her hand around it, Lee continued to observe her from his corner. She was starring at the fist she had formed around the golden locket. Lee got up from his chair when he saw something he hadn't expected. Drops of water was falling on her fist, teardrops were falling on her fist. He walked over to her and squatted in front of her. He was at an eye level with her now. He lifted her head and saw the tears roll down her cheeks her eyes were red from crying. But her iris was different than it had been only seconds before. They were few but heavy. He wiped them away and kissed her reassuringly. He held her tightly. She didn't mean; nothing, it had changed a long time ago. Sakura let her tears flow in his embrace, her spirit had been lifted somehow, it didn't weigh her down as it had done before. She pulled out from his embrace and looked at him. He kissed her once quickly, he pulled back to watch her expression, she replied his eager kisses. He rose from his squat; Sakura looked at him as he had broken their kiss. He held her face once again and saw the light illuminate her face. She was different, he had always known that but it hadn't been his time. He kissed her as he pushed her back onto the bed. She was lying underneath him and continued to kiss him eagerly. His hands roamed all over her body, he was too eager and not able to restrain himself. He could have her now, she was his.

Lee woke up next to her and had his arms wrapped around her. He could feel her warm and smooth skin against his. He ran his hand through her hair and Sakura turned around in his embrace. She looked up at him and smiled, she lifted herself from the bed and kissed him, Lee ran his hand lovingly up and down her back. He had longed for a woman, and had found her. He loved to see her in the sunlight; she seemed like a creature from another world. The way the sun touched her skin and the wind played with her hair. Her pale beautiful skin was a complete contrast to her long black hair and her hair a contrast to her red lips. Her features suffered in the darkness, the light was the right place to admire a creature of her quality. He pulled her closer and shared a deep kiss with her.

"I've got to go," he told her as she continued to kiss him. She pulled herself longer up forcing him to rise from the bed to kiss her. He supported himself to the bed end and continued to kiss her.

"You want to go or have to?" she asked him with a teasing smile on her lips, she drew back from his kisses. She pulled the covers with her as she sat up against the bed pole. Her legs were extended towards him, he started to caress her leg but she pulled her leg back to herself.

"You better leave now then, where are you going?" she spoke teasingly, with a smile on her lips. He looked at her in disbelief; she licked her lips as he watched her.

"Business," he answered her question with a tight expression painted on his face and a heavy voice. He knew he had to do it he had no choice, he had to go "Alright then" he spoke silently with confusion painted on his face, he leaned towards her and she kissed him. He placed a hand on the back of her head and kept her in the kiss, he kissed her more and more passionately. His silver necklace touched the bed and her hair brushed his bare chest. He suddenly he pulled back and left Sakura lying breathless in the middle of the bed she had hit as he no longer supported her.

"I'll see you later," he told her as he got out of the bed and dressed.

Sakura walked into the bathroom and showered; when she was getting dressed she looked herself in the mirror. She was a dark silhouette in the white steam that filled the room. She moved close into the mirror and ran her hand across it so she could see herself. She looked with determination into the mirror and nodded. She could hear whispers echo in the bathroom, it whispered to her. Promising her everything she could every wish. But she did want what it had to offer, she only demanded one thing. She bowed her head as it was filled with his whispers; he whispered many things to her. Told her of its great secrets and great lusts and she was among one of them.

"You'll have him!" she screamed when she had shot her head up. She felt his hand leave her shoulder, at that moment she felt a great heavy burden lift from her shoulder. She breathed heavily, she was getting tired. She turned around and looked at her back in the mirror. It had formed its mark on her loin.

Sakura walked into the living room. She stood in the middle of the room. Its voice whispering would never leave her, it would always be there whispering. Sakura suddenly noticed some fast footsteps but they stopped and while she listened she heard whispers. She looked at the door in confusion, she saw it get kicked open. The door fell heavily on the floor with a deep thud. She saw two men kneel down and aim at her. They opened fire she turned and jumped to the side. The glass from the balcony door broke into thousands of pieces and the wine bottle spilled its content all over the table and the floor. The cold wind entered the room. She stood up against the wall she could clearly hear them speaking.

"Subject spotted" she heard a man speak, she felt the air move. Someone was signalling them giving them orders. She heard their footsteps as they entered the room. A man stepped forward and looked directly at her. She wrapped her arms around his and smashed her head into his; she turned around and slammed him heavily into the wall she had leaned on. She tightened her grip on his arms and heard his bones crack. The sound of his bones cracking hung heavily in the air. She searched his uniform any useful tools and smiled happily when she found one. The sound didn't bring the terror along to the other men that stood ready and was on guard. They moved quickly and soon she faced 5 men, covered in armour and guns pointing at her. They looked at her as if she was a monster.

"Get on your knees!" one of them yelled, Sakura obeyed and got down on her knees. But as she did she threw the knife, it hit is throat and blood began to spill. The rest of the four men opened fire as their comrade fell to the floor. Sakura was penetrated and fell on her knees as she looked at them. She didn't fear death, it was simple very easy to do. She feared something else much more, she looked down on her body and saw a fluid enter her body. They hadn't shot to kill, they wanted her alive. That was when fear was displayed in her eyes. She fell to floor numb.

"Is she really the one?" one of them questioned as he lowered his rifle, her eyelids closed and she could hear their voices in the distant as they faded.