Life in Press

by ascho

Jun Kazama & Kazuya Mishima, two very different individuals. Fighting for different causes, motivated by opposing forces. What happens when they collide? Something none of them could have imagined, a different need. It leaves them broken to pieces, changing the very core of their being. They emerge from the chaos, changed and different from what they could have imagined.

21. Chapter 20 Breakthrough part 2

Author's note

The 20th chapter has developed from three parts to four parts.

I would like to thank AniDanDav, Annabeth29 & ObviouslyTima for the kind reviews, I can't express enough how wonderful it feels that you guys notice details, or that you express that you liked the chapter and want more.

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Chapter 20 - Breakthrough part 2

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Kazuya watched them both enter the stage, his father looked like himself. He didn't look like he had aged a day. Heihachi searched the crowd for his only son. Kazuya felt his eyes upon him. He had never known colder eyes than his fathers.

Lee never had a chance against their father. He had some skill, but what he lacked was the malice and hate that only the Mishima's possessed. He wasn't of their blood, so he would never understand such things, or be able to do such evil as they were. Kazuya didn't feel pity for Lee. If he were Lee, he would have turned his back to the Mishima's and made his fortune elsewhere. Kazuya reconsidered his thoughts, he wouldn't want to trade shoes with Lee, for there were many things he was capable of doing from the position that he possessed. Kazuya didn't know what sort of life he would have had without. Having the infinite possibilities to choose from, he often heard what people would do if they had more money. He found himself lacking the ability to imagine scenarios containing freedom, as Kazuya heard the bell ring he was torn from a fantasy barely begun to the blood in the arena.

Jun paced back and forth in her apartment. She had visited the doctor, and gotten the standard vitamins and at least a million of brochures about pregnancy. She had even bought a book about pregnancy, describing the whole nine months and what to expect after birth, she had also bought the following book about children and the different stages they went through and how their bodies and mind evolved. It of course had a section dedicated to good advice. For some reason she had started at the end of the second book and read it backwards. Chapter by chapter.

He hand't come back that night.

It was the day of the match and she could do nothing but wait. She didn't want to see it or have any part of it. It was a cruel way to start a new week.

Kazuya walked into the closed ward, he had acquired a bed for him in a private hospital. No one was to see him or get to him. It was closed off for him. They thought it was from love, that Lee was his foster brother and they had been together since childhood. That he treated him like he would a real brother, for there was brotherly love between them. They knew nothing of the hatred and the pain of their childhood, inflicted by no other than their own father. The same hatred that made Kazuya keep his brother from his foster father.

The one man, who was supposed to protect them against harm. Gave them nothing but pain.

Kazuya sat down on a chair in his room, waiting for him to wake up. He stared out of the windows and drank three cups of coffee, while waiting. Somehow the coffee seemed different from usual, it tasted odd. He remembered the many last times she had made him his coffee. He looked at Lee as he heard him move.

"He said he spared me, that he would forgive me for what I've done." Lee spoke taking a pause to breathe unwillingly a smile spread across his lips. He knew why Kazuya was there, there was no reason for delaying it. He had spared him, the thought alone made him angry, the few words he spoke hurt him to speak "He said he didn't expect anything else from brothers, that he was glad to see us act as such for once, even if we united against him. He made a point of the fact that it wouldn't keep me safe. I had played my cards wrong." Lee spoke pausing again "My cards are wrong, no matter what I do..." Lee began to talk to himself, forgetting his brothers presence in the room.

"Did he try to approach you before the scheduled match?" Kazuya asked him knowing better now, Heihachi had talked to Jun what should stop him from approaching his adoptive son. Of course he would keep it hidden from him, that would be if it was a lucrative deal for him.

"No," Lee spoke, as his mind started to search for a reason, why had he approached her but not him. He was probably done with him now "I'm of no value to your father now, even she seems to have greater value than I do" he spoke and coughed "But do tell me, how is she doing after meeting her future father in law?" Lee spoke, even when hurting he could not stop himself from prying, to know what threat she was to their father "Did she survive?" Lee watched Kazuya closely as he leaned back in the chair not answering him "Fine, she won't stick around for long" he said in spite, as his brother denied to play along.

Lee didn't understand, how a girl like Jun Kazama would want anything to do with a person like his brother. He went to her apartment on regular basis, and he had traveled outside of Tokyo just because of her. It didn't take a genius to track his activity or to determine his next action, it certainly wouldn't take long for his adoptive father to see this change in his blood son. He had become inconsiderate to his actions, which was a change for his brother as he never did anything without thinking twice about it, and he was predictable around her. Jun had changed him, maybe to Kazuya's disadvantage, Lee was amused by the simple solution on hand all these years. All he should have done all those years ago was to send a girl his way, to sway him to better thoughts.

"I didn't come to talk about business" Kazuya told him coldly, not admitting his past shared intimacy with her.

"You sure as hell didn't come to talk about my health" Lee spoke, irritated by the little amusement Kazuya provided.

"Did he leave a message for me?" Kazuya asked him, interested in obtaining any information possible.

"Does he ever tell what he wants, besides you should know what he wants from you brother" Lee said with despise "I would be careful of him, he seems different now but on the other side so do you" Lee spoke again remarking on his affair "You've started to go on business trips very often now, followed by a day off or late arrival" Lee spoke and saw the change of expression in Kazuya, he had straightened his back and was looking at him "If I didn't know you better I would say you were slacking" Lee was suffering because of their twisted mind games, and he was dumb enough to play a pawn in their game. He just might as well have some fun, Lee thought to himself.

"If I were you, I would tend to my own survival, before bestowing such care and worry on others" Kazuya spoke placing a hand on his leg cast. Kazuya stood up having decided to leave, for Lee couldn't give him any more answers.

"Why are you so sensitive about her?" Lee spoke stopping himself, he had never before commented or cared about any of his activities. Today he couldn't stop himself "What is so special about her?" he asked and saw Kazuya stop in his steps.

Jun affected him more than Kazuya himself had realised, Lee thought. He had always thought that the Kazuya Mishima he knew, was incapable of being affected by a woman. Especially such a woman as Jun, or the answer could very simply be that the sex was great.

"Don't strive too high" Kazuya spoke lightly, while applying pressure on his broken leg he saw his expression change to one of pain. Satisfied with the reaction Kazuya left his brothers side. Lee knew what Kazuya had implied, father and son weren't blind to his aspirations. Lee realised in that moment, that no matter who would win the match he was done with the Mishima's.

Kazuya drove back to the Mishima compound, he had observed his father in battle like he had many times before. Lee was right, there was something different in his combat and tactics. He had to prepare himself for the match.

The time had come, this would be the last time he would face him and he would be done with him. He could live his life free of the fear and hate that his presence meant to him. He had often wondered who he would be if he wasn't alive?

Kazuya entered the great hall, upon entering he heard the empty echoes travel through the house. He walked down the darkest corridor to the room at the end of the hall, he remembered hating the halls as a child. They were dark and never ending, there was no hope. Somehow the light never penetrated through the curtains, it had now become his only solace. He carried the same file in his hand. He placed it on a dusty table and inserted the disc into the computer, it projected the video to the big screen. He had chosen himself, to set the state of art equipment that was worth a quarter of the compound in the dusty old room.

He had never had it cleaned, the old white sheets still protecting the old furniture. He never felt that the house belonged to him, not as a child and not now. He aired the room at times. It took the worst of the dust he thought. He sat down with a drink in his hand, and watched the projection of his father and all his matches. The computer was running speed and strength estimations as he stared at the screen.

Would he be the same man? Would he be driven towards the same goals as now? He had always strived towards controlling the family enterprise, because it was his right, but mostly because it would hurt his father if it got taken away. It was the ultimate revenge next to killing him, for what he had done to him so long ago. Many of the decisions he took were because of the hatred he had for his father.

Kazuya twirled the liquid around in the glass as he continued to stare at his fathers image, how he had broken every move Lee made, countered every move with ease. They were opposing styles, Lee was quick and needed more strikes to have the same affect as the Mishima style. The Mishima style was different, they were grounded and hit hard. How would his father fight against one of same style? Kazuya had developed his style, he knew it was necessary. He needed his own ground, from which he could beat his own father. He discovered it at a young age, from that day he started to change.

Kazuya took everything from him, he made it his own. All the while he never knew if it was what he wanted. All he knew was that the company was his fathers Achilles heel. Was he even a person without his father being the defining object of his life?

What would he be without him?

Kazuya swallowed the drink and looked at the empty glass, as it reflected the scarce light that penetrated through the curtain.

'Aren't the preparations late?' its voice asked him 'Do you even stand a chance? It looks like he is in the best shape of his life, and he has vengeance blazing in his eyes' it had always questioned him 'I remember how that same lust for vengeance made your eyes flicker, like flames licking a house' the only way for it to control him.

"What do you want from me?" Kazuya asked, as he stared at the projection of his father.

'Simply the best... How could you ever doubt me?' it whispered 'It's good to see that you are still able to think about other things than just that woman and the smell of her hair, the feel of her skin and her warmth...' it taunted him like it always had, with everything he never could have. It promised him much more and better than just a beating human heart. It knew already that vengeance wasn't the only thing he desired the most, she had quickly surpassed that single ambition.

That promise wasn't enough to keep control, he had to give him more, again. Kazuya was a man of his liking. A cold hearted man of ambition always rising to new heights, and easy to control by his desires.

If it couldn't have him it could always take the child. Its own survival had become a thing of reality. The time when it chose Kazuya, it had been because he was of the right making; young, foolish, eager and so vengeful in such a tender age. It only became better with the years and its grasp became tighter, but now it would seem that it was being replaced. All done by the girl.

'You were made for greater things, you alone will change the face of the earth' it spoke of its promises now 'You alone shaping the course of the world, then you'll have everything. You could even have her...' its voice faded. Kazuya was left only more entranced than before, he could have everything.

Even her.

Jun had heard about the match in the evening news, his own adoptive father had beaten him senseless. The only other information available to the public, was that he had been hospitalised in a private hospital paid by his own brother. The next match would be two weeks later, she guessed it was for a dramatic affect.

She looked at all the brown boxes in the living room. Some filled with things, others gaping open begging for something to be put in them. One third of the apartment she had packed already, she didn't know how it was possible. She always heard others say how difficult it was to pack their apartments and their lives, she imagined that she lived a Spartan life compared to them.

There was no reason to wait, she should continue packing. Somewhere down the line, she imagined she had to get an office appointment to tell him in some odd professional manner that she was pregnant. She rolled her eyes at a scenario that stupid. She had to call him soon to talk to him one last time. She would tell him, and she would see where it went from there. Her thoughts wandered, it was the most dangerous timing. She didn't know what he would say, or feel.

They had never discussed their future, they both knew it wasn't an option. For none of them. Jun threw some pillows and other things lying in the living room into one box, distracting her mind.

A week later

Kazuya was walking in the same desolate place that he had grown up in, it was just as bleak and cold as it ever had been. He walked up to the steps of the great house. He was told that it was the house of the Mishima's as a young child, every Mishima had lived in it.

It was damned, cursed.

It was power and respect. It was honour. Their family legacy. Who was he to deny it?

He had always had a hard time believing that his father ever was a content man, even with his mother by his side. How could a cold bastard like him ever be content?

Kazuya stepped into his childhood home, his present prison. He walked into his fathers office. He picked up a random book of his, of course it was about tactics and accounts of different actions his father had taken in hopes of dominating the markets. He saw a whiskey bottle, in the same spot as it always had been. The same expensive bottle that he would toast on with partners, if there was something to celebrate. He looked at his chair as he saw it move, he froze on the spot he stood. He felt his own fist clench as he expected to see his father sitting in his chair. The chair turned but was empty. When had it become his own dream to rule the world?

He so badly wanted to hurt him, he would take from him what he desired the most strip him of everything. Take his life. It was in his power to do so. He threw the whisky bottle into the fireplace and saw the flames lick their way up the bricks.

Kazuya continued to walk, and walked into the private gym. He remembered the many hours his father had tortured him in these very rooms. Making him stronger, moulding an obedient boy. Disappointed he brought home a new son, a new protege. Someone who would obey. Someone who wasn't of the same blood, one who wouldn't fall to the same greed, someone who would not fall to the same curse. Someone who didn't have the ambition, someone who would obey. The same curse his father had suffered and his grandfather had paid the price, with his life.

He saw the family portraits of several generations hanging on the walls. The first smaller than the others. They only got bigger, they all had something to prove and even with portraits they competed. Surpassing each other with each generation. He saw his mothers smile emerge from the wall. Her soft features seemed strange and distant to him. How could she have gotten caught in the dirty business of the Mishima's? Her lips smiled but there was no happiness in her eyes.

He had shattered her life, just as his father had shattered his mothers. None of the women on the portraits were happy. They all had the same smile painted on their faces, as if they had studied the same smile and applied it to themselves.

Had any woman ever been happy with a Mishima? Why had they stayed if they weren't happy?

He walked upstairs to his parents bedroom, and as he opened the door he found his mothers perfume overwhelming. He was told that it was her perfume, but for all he knew it could be one of his mistresses preferred perfume. It was just a big joke, he saw women beneath him, a man was weak if he chose to confide in a woman or even love one. Yet he didn't mind having them entertain him.

He took a picture frame up, from what he suspected to be his mothers table. It had small perfume bottles all with different handles and forms even the liquids retained their pale colours, he wondered if his father ever had given one of them as a present to her. Make up in dated, intricate and beautiful containers. They looked appropriate for his mother, he imagined what little he could from what he was told about her by the maids, the steward and the housekeeper. They all praised her with kind words, and pained looks from being reminded of her. He took another picture frame up from the table, it looked as if they once had been happy.

He found it hard to believe.

People didn't change overnight, they didn't become hateful and vengeful. His father must have been who he was from the start. Always wanting what wasn't his, wanting the power that wasn't his but his fathers. Wanting the money that wasn't his.

His father wanted what he desired, he could never know if his father had stolen his mother from her own happiness.

He walked down the corridor hoping to find her lying in his bed. He heard a moan coming from his room, as he opened the doors and froze when the sight met him. He saw the demon he had sold his soul to, feeding off a human. It held someone in its arms, biting, sucking and chewing from it. Drinking the blood. Blood was life and soul. It dropped the person, and Kazuya saw the light shed all shadows away from her face. It hand't only been drinking blood, there was a hole where her heart should have been. The demon cleaned his chin from the blood, it had on his face. Kazuya saw his own face turn up and look straight at him.

"Kazuya..." it spoke in its hoarse voice, as if they were old business associates and it was subletting in his body. He had never seen it feed off of others. He was looking at himself licking the blood of her cheek.

"What are you doing!" Kazuya spoke out loud as he saw her bleed, her eyes blank and lifeless yet they were watching him closely. He could see Jun's lips move trying to form words."What have you done?" Kazuya asked the demon, harbouring within the empty shell that was his body.

"What you are hesitating to do" it spoke calmly as it caressed her cheek "You are too busy fucking her, that you forget your aims" it spoke and licked her neck for her sweet blood. Kazuya felt his fist clench when she was spoken about in such a way.

"Have you forgotten your dreams? What you have achieved so far?" it spoke again with its damned tongue. Kazuya walked to Jun's side when he saw the demon move away. He cradled her in his arms. Trying to stop her bleeding from her neck, and the big black hole where her heart should have been with his hand.

"Are you going to be a fool like your father waiting for your son to overthrow you?" it asked him and bent down beside her limb body opposite to Kazuya, it looked up at him.

"What son?" Kazuya spoke outraged, he was no father.

"She didn't tell you?" it spoke as it brushed hair away from her eyes, Kazuya saw a smile form on its lips, it was a devious smile "Do it, do it now. Before the child is born" it spoke to him again.

Kazuya looked at her, she tried to form words with her lips but had no strength, she grew colder and paler than ever before.

"Do it Kazuya!" it commanded him "You know you want to!" it whispered in the cold air "You've been obsessing about it since you met her. How it would feel. Not to hold back. To surrender to your darkest desires. Now is the time" it uttered the darkest thoughts he had, his fears. His thoughts of crushing her spirit, completely.

Ruining her in every thinkable manner. Transforming her to someone she wasn't. Taking her life, slowly. Kazuya looked at her blood flowing through his fingers, he couldn't stop the bleeding. The blood was so warm, oddly it felt like being near her again. He licked her blood from his hand, he savoured her taste. The demon smiled triumphantly as he saw Kazuya lick her blood.

"You will be the death of her..." it spoke "You are destined for far greater things" it said and rested his hands on his shoulders. He took Kazuya's hand and handed him her bloodied heart. There was rage in his eyes for a split second, he had been deceived from the very beginning.

"Don't forget who got you here, you would have bled to death that day" it spoke holding a theatrical pause "You will bleed to death again" it spoke its last words warning him, Kazuya felt the streaks of the sun warm his back as he held it and savoured the taste of the first bite, her blood on his tongue.

Kazuya woke up he had seen much worse in his dreams, he couldn't even be free of her in his dreams. Was it true? Was that why she had driven him away? She didn't seem to be nearly as persistent to save him as before, was she pregnant? Afraid of him?

Kazuya wasn't in its folly anymore, Kazuya knew that the demon felt its grip weaken on his soul. Why did it want her life so desperately? It never appeared in his dreams, he could only ever hear its whispers as he wandered in the darkness. Kazuya sat up in his bed, nothing made sense anymore, his world had been so simple before. He had to walk.

Nonetheless as Kazuya felt its voice fading, he felt lonely again.

She had only walked very little in the park, she felt drawn back to the tree. To see it just again, she ran her hand over its bark. She felt the old cracks and she heard the tree talk, as it swayed in the gentle wind. She sat down and leaned against it. The night seemed to soothe her pregnant nerves. She had decided to walk as she found herself staring at the door while at home. She had reconciled with the thought of leaving Tokyo indefinitely. She would raise the child far away from this place.

She would tell him first.

She could feel it already; he was much more obsessed with the thought of conquering the world, raising a child and be what ever they were could never measure up to it. As much as she loved him she could see it wouldn't work and it had proven to be like this many times. How many times had they parted? How many times had they argued? They had run their course. Jun heard footsteps and her instant reaction was to leave the place, as she came around the tree she was staring into his eyes.

"Excuse me," she spoke in a low voice and walked by him.

"Thats not a way to greet a lover" Kazuya spoke knowing she would be provoked, he hand't seen her for a while and she only seemed more radiant and enigmatic than before. He found himself observing her much more closely. He watched her eyes move towards him but she continued to walk by him.

"I don't believe we've ever been more than just a tryst" Jun spoke as she continued to walk, as Kazuya followed right after her. She didn't know what mind games he had in mind this time, but she wasn't going to play into them "What do you want, Kazuya?" she asked him frankly, she had nothing more to give him.

"I saw you, and I just wanted to talk" Kazuya spoke nonchalantly, he couldn't admit that he had missed her presence. That he felt that creature claw at him for every moment, he allowed it only so he could have everything he desired. It promised him that it all could be his.

"Talk?" Jun spoke in disbelief as she stopped walking, she saw him stop and look at her "How's your brother?" she asked him about the most uncomfortable subject straight away.

"Fine, a week of physical therapy has done wonders for him" he spoke "And the Yakushima move?" Kazuya asked her, he hand't found out much only that the she had given a notice to quit her apartment.

"Well under way," she spoke, suddenly feeling uncomfortable it was like talking to some old love after the painful breakup, that would be so skin ripping painful. She placed her hands in her pockets, trying to convince herself that they were no such thing. "Your preparations?" she asked. Jun had decided to take no interest, but found it difficult when faced with the father of her child.

The conversation had gone from sharp remarks to actual concerns.

"They are coming along" he spoke as he took a step towards her "If only I could find a proper opponent to train with" Kazuya lied, he was in great shape. He couldn't help but want her around him and it seemed to him that neither could she.

"Kazuya, I can't" she spoke suddenly, and he was faced with her pleading eyes "I can't give you what you need, you won't let me. How do you expect me to help you?" she questioned him, she never understood what he wanted from her. They were opposites and she had nothing to offer him anymore, only more pain and quarrel "Tell me then..." she asked him for any answer he could give her.

"No, you can't help me" he spoke to her "and I don't need help. I just need you..." Kazuya had done before what he needed to do to rid himself of her. He could easily do it again if she stood in his way, the only question that remained was, would he have the heart to do it?

He stood still and observed her, she didn't move. It was the second time he told her that he needed her, it was an odd declaration. An empty declaration now.

He told her again and again that he needed her, but she knew the truth he didn't need her. Even he had told her blankly that he didn't need her. He lusted for her.

She went back to him for she too lusted for him, he had told her easily that he loved her. Jun was starting to think that such emotions weren't possible for them, such a thing couldn't exist between them.

"I can't Kazuya" Jun spoke "You need me, that's what you tell me because you think that is what I want to hear" Jun spoke as she stepped farther away from him "Can you even tell me the truth?" she asked him as she had locked her eyes with his. He was thinking, for once he wasn't completely guarded. Kazuya didn't answer her.

"I thought so" Jun spoke, her voice heavy with disappointment "I'll be on my way..." she said looking away. His eyes told her too much, and now she didn't want to know more than what he told her. She turned her head to look at him one last time, Jun saw him walk towards her. She stood frozen to her spot, not knowing what he would do.

"I'll see you sometime soon…" Kazuya stated it as a fact rather than a possible scenario, as he kissed her forehead. He left her standing underneath the tree, Jun waited until he had been engulfed entirely by the night before she took a breath. A breath she hand't known she was holding. She felt disgusted by his determination, then she realised that it wasn't disgust as much as it was turned into wonder. She wiped the spot with her sleeve, removing any essence of him that might be left on her. How could he be so sure?

Jun opened the door to her apartment and saw her former living room now filled with brown boxes. Somehow her entire life in Tokyo was packed in brown boxes, it seemed easy to her to pack an entire life into large boxes. She would leave everything behind, only what she had brought she would take with her. It had made it easier to give everything up, and the landlord only seemed happy to have a furnished apartment to rent.

Jun changed her clothes and swept her hair back into a bun, putting on a trench coat she decided that she looked official enough. She looked at the clock, it was 11 already. She picked the paper up from an earlier phone call, she had used one final favour to find him.

Jun walked into the hospital, she knew what room he would be in but she had yet to find an excuse. She took a deep breath as she stepped out on the floor, and saw the receptionist at work. It seemed to be empty. It wasn't filled with all the muscle she imagined that it would be.

"How can I help you miss" she asked Jun, before she had even reached the desk.

"Yes, I am here to see Lee" Jun spoke, his name seemed to taste odd in her mouth "I assume I don't have to tell you which Lee" she spoke with a little smile and her voice dripping irritation.

"He isn't allowed visitors," she told her rejecting her request. Jun had left hoping she might find a hole to slip through.

"I don't know, why he can't make a simple call" she spoke as she looked through her bag "It is very urgent, you see we need his clearance on a project" she spoke and saw her expression change to a suspicious one.

"I can't let you see him," she repeated herself, she feared what would happen to her if she failed at this simple task. Jun picked up on it and knew she feared her employers.

"Would you like to take it up with Kazuya Mishima then?" Jun spoke giving the nurse her cellphone, knowing very well that if she used his whole name and her phone it would seem that she worked closely with him everyday, "I'm sure he'll understand exactly why you're calling to interrupt his training session" Jun spoke while looking at her watch, seeming like she was important enough to know his everyday schedule.

"Miss, if you can show me some official id-card from the Mishima Zaibatsu," She spoke negotiating with Jun "Then I could consult Mr. Chaolong on your behalf" the nurse looked Jun straight in her eyes, Jun had a growing frustration. She wanted to punch her and get it over with, but she knew that her description would easily connect her to the visit. Jun's hair was up in a bundle and the fringe was swept into the hair, her dressing too official. She hoped it at least would take some time to know it was her.

"We don't have ID-cards in the traditional sense," Jun spoke, knowing it wasn't a complete lie "So if you would just tell him why I am here" her voice was low and calming now, persuading her mind to do her bidding. The nurse had an empty look in her eyes, before she nodded detached. Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked down the hall. She knocked gently on the door, before entering. Jun heard her speak her name softly, saying that it was urgent business. His voice was muffled and she didn't understand it, the nurse seemed relieved when she came back towards her.

The nurse nodded and let her walk down the hall to his room. Jun carefully laid her fingers on the handle and turned it gently.

His head was turned towards the windows as smoke escaped from between his lips, the TV was turned on to some random channel. His head turned when he heard her steps.

"Well, aren't I a lucky boy" he said observing her delicate figure standing in front of him "Getting a visit from such a special lady" he chose to let her know that he knew exactly who she was, and what she meant to a certain someone. Jun became aware of that many people, beyond her liking, knew of their private life. "So what do I owe, to this doubtful honour" he asked as he observed her sitting down on the only chair in the room. She somehow seemed unprepared for what ever task she had set for herself to complete.

"I just wanted to ask you a few things" Jun spoke hesitating.

"What answers do you think I could provide you with?" Lee spoke "If you are having a lover's spat then I'm not the person you should be going to for advise" he spoke with sarcasm, Jun couldn't help but smile at his words "Unless it is some consoling you need, it might be difficult unless you get creative" Jun's smile faded just as quickly as it had come to her lips, as she heard his words. They seemed to be equal in their temper, yet Kazuya was much more secretive of what his mind really held and much more of what he desired.

"I would tell him, what you are bursting to tell him for he won't survive…" he observed her expression change, somehow she had come to believe that she was the only one who could read expressions, and had skills for deductive thinking, "You didn't think that he had a chance did you? He's a changed man" he told her only ever suggesting that she was his doom "Then when you've told him that you love him and fucked him passionately for the last time, you better run as far as you can for he will come looking for you and he will find you" he spoke of his father with the same disgust, the way Kazuya had spoken about him.

"Thank you for the fortune telling" Jun spoke dryly, she wondered why all the men of their family were this difficult to converse with. She had spoken to all three of them, and they just seemed to top each other. "I came to ask about your foster father" Jun asked frankly.

"That bundle of joy?" he said in reply, speaking with the cigarette in his mouth "Why does everyone think I have all the answers about that man?" he was surprised to know, that they all thought that he was some sort of advisor or confidant for his adoptive father. Jun stood up and took the cigarette away from his lips as it was nearly finished, Lee felt alarmed by her sudden gesture, the odd familiarity that exuded from her even when he didn't know her. The nurse entered with pills he needed to take, she observed Jun as she crushed the cigarette in the bowl. The nurse took the glass of water to help him.

"Leave it" he spoke to her, and so she did. He hadn't protested to her visits before, and now he didn't protest to this woman's visit. It seemed that she had made the right decision, by letting her in.

"What do you presume that I know?" he asked her when the nurse had left the room, Jun helped him with taking his pills. He watched her how she stood silently by the tray, taking the pills and water glass into her hand. He enjoyed the irony, being taken care of by his brothers mistress even if it only was for a few minutes. She led the pills to his mouth and then the water glass. For mere seconds his lips were in contact with her skin, he cursed himself of not being able to do something witted. He kept his eyes on hers all the while, enjoying the little shred of discomfort in her eyes.

"Anything, why did he come to me?" she asked him as she stood by his bed and watched him swallow the pills.

"Who knows why he did, or what he wanted..." he spoke and straightened his back "You should know, that since you became connected to my loving brother you become another unwilling part of this great Mishima tragedy" he seemed to speak some truth, it showed through his eyes "You are one way to get rid of him, if any other way should fail. That is if you are important to him, are you? Who knows you could be his Achilles heel" he spoke in an afterthought, returning from his thoughts he spoke again "But on the other side you just might be nothing. He's dangerous" Jun noted the change in tone, he had placed a hand on her arm, securing her attention "You don't want to get caught up in their web" he spoke quickly, he regretted his words immediately.

"What do you mean?" she asked concerned, as he suddenly seemed to offer good advise.

"Their power play, even you should be able to see it" he didn't understand why he bothered to tell her, for if she hand't noticed it on her own there truly was no hope for her "They strive for the same power, they will destroy anything between them and that goal" it was too late for him to escape now, at least she had a chance. Even when he didn't feel obligated to do anything, he wanted to do what he only wished in his darkest dreams that someone had done for him.

"Thank you" Jun spoke and squeezed his hand lightly, as she walked towards the door to leave.

"Remember, you always have a shoulder to cry on..." he spoke as she left, a wicked smile on his lips.

Jun knocked on the door heavily, after the long trip she couldn't wait anymore. Kazuya woke up lightly thinking he had heard a knocking, he listened carefully but heard nothing so he turned in the bed assuming he was hallucinating. She knocked heavily again, she had learned what little she could. There was no reason to wait for fate. She had returned home last night only more confused from visiting Lee. No one knew Heihachi, just as no one knew Kazuya. She would have to trust her instincts.

Kazuya sat up in his bed, now confident of the fact that he had heard something. He slipped his shirt over his body, before the thought occurred to him, no one knew he was here. No one knew he had such a place. Apparently his secret hideout wasn't his secret anymore. Jun heard footsteps from the inside.

She could hear his slow steps approaching the door. She saw the handle stir as he had taken a hold of it, didn't he even bother to look through the spy hole?

There was something that bothered him as he took a hold of the handle, something seemed very familiar to him. Kazuya quickly discarded his thought, thinking that it was the late hours of the night that were to blame for his condition. He had clearly gone insane. He opened the door and stared at the woman standing in front of him, she was the last person he had expected to see.

He only had one companion at such late hours. He didn't know what to do or say as he stood with his hand on the handle. He had opened the door. He felt an urge to close the door and lay down and sleep again, it had become a blessed state for him. Yet he felt a much stronger need, a yearn to let her in. She had let him in once, even after what he had done to her, it was the least politeness he could show her.

He told himself another lie, he was intrigued by how she had found him in this place. Somehow she managed to find him, like he found her but he had the resources she didn't.

He watched her as she nervously stepped inside, he hadn't expressed anything. She thought she would die, when he had opened the door and looked at her with those eyes. She thought he was going to eat her whole, who would miss her if she suddenly went missing? She had no one, it was just as much the truth as it was the fact of her life. He closed the door behind her, finding it amusing how she tensed up before him.

Just like she had used to.

She saw Kazuya walk to the wooden wall and open a door in it, he poured himself something and drank it before he turned to face her again. He needed the drink badly, his first thought was that it had to be a lucid dream, but why would he want her to be in it? Furthermore, why didn't he control it? In that case he decided that it was a very realistic dream.

He needed the drink for comfort, for who knew what unpleasant words she would say to him now. Letting her mind be heard, hurting others in the process without thinking or knowing. All for the purpose of, what she thought was right. He took a seat sitting down opposite to where she stood, thinking it would be enough gesture to invite her to sit down.

"I can't bear it anymore, Kazuya" she blurted out "You push me away, and still you come to me. You cross my path where ever I turn. I can't forget you..." she told him in one breath she paused as she observed him, his facial expression hadn't changed since he had opened the door and let her in. He sat as silent and grave as he had since the door had opened, the only thing that demonstrated life was the content in the glass which he twirled around on occasions.

"Do you love me?" Jun bluntly asked Kazuya, he sat quietly before her but for the first time he made eye contact with her "Do you want me?" she asked him again "Kazuya! Answer me!" she shouted at him. She sat down in the chair in front of him. "For I swear you can have me, I have no desire for changing your character or..." she whispered while tears streamed down her cheeks and her hands hiding her face, she rubbed her eyes red she looked towards the door and mentally she traced her steps to the door. Kazuya sat silently thinking she was only vexing him, she would lure him in again. Then it would start again, she would change him if not at once she would change him over time. Slowly and painfully.

It would be the death of him.

Jun sat quietly waiting for his answer, he didn't even bother to look up at her. His eyes were constantly set on the glass he held in his hand. Jun looked at him one last time before she rose from the chair and walked the great distance to the door. What should he tell her? He had told her everything so many days ago, in a forest that seemed to be a fading memory. A memory his mind would and wanted to forget quickly. Jun turned on the spot where she was now standing.

"I'll forget you, and then you will never have existed for me..." she told him with her back turned to him, she took a hold of the cold doorknob and turned it she stepped back allowing it to open. She suddenly felt a force shut it close, she looked straight up and saw his hand on the door. She turned her head to see Kazuya from the corner of her eyes standing only inches away from her.

"You foolish girl..." he spoke gently to her ear, he turned her around gently and tilted her face up with his thumb. He looked into her eyes as he led her away from the door, and seated her on the chair. He touched her face lightly with his hands, drying her face for any tears that might have been left.

"Who says I want to forget you..." he told her comforting, without answering any of her questions. He started to pick at her sneakers he noted the subtle colour blend in her shoes, he hadn't thought of her as a girl that would wear sneakers under any condition, they were covered in dirt which revealed that she had run around the city to find him.

He peeled off her jacket and placed it on the chair. He kissed her cheek lovingly and held her face in his hands, his mind was empty of thoughts for the first time in the past week. Jun neared him slowly she rested her forehead against his, and her breathing stopped in anticipation, their lips only inches apart. Kazuya closed the gap, and kissed the creature he had come to care about. A single kiss wasn't enough to satisfy his need for her. Even the few days without her had been too many. She kissed him again, needing him more than ever before, she sat on the edge of her seat inviting him closer.

He held her close, breathing in her sweet scent even though it had been polluted, her scent had seemed much sweeter in Yakushima. Jun distanced herself from his hold and claimed his lips again. He looked at her surprised, surprised that she had longed just as much for him as he had for her. Jun rose from her seat Kazuya following her, their kisses grew more passionate as Kazuya showed her to his bedroom. Kazuya was seated on his bed by her, the sheets curled, it had only been occupied for a couple of minutes ago.

Jun sat down on his lap her legs placed on each side, not letting escape be an option. She lifted her arms to take her blouse off, an eager Kazuya happily pulled it off for her. She only seemed more pale than he remembered, and her skin was just as illuminating. He kissed her bare skin and looked up at her, a smile spread across Jun's lips. She lowered her head to face him and met his lips in a kiss, Kazuya rose his hand and freed her hair from its restrain he let the black hairband fall to the ground. Jun began to peel Kazuya's shirt off and he happily obeyed her. Their lips met frequently none of them could deny the taste of each other, too tempted. Kazuya placed her down on the bed, and placed himself between her legs. He traced kisses down her body, when he reached her jeans he looked up to seek her permission. She smiled foolishly and Kazuya returned to her sweet lips again, she loved the feeling of his lips the way he tasted like no other being. When they parted Kazuya again looked at her more pleadingly this time, he wanted her too greatly now.

"What are you waiting for Mishima?" she asked him with a smile on her lips, teasing him. Kazuya couldn't contain his lust for her, he captured and ravaged her lips.
He would be lost in her embrace, in another fevered dream. Kazuya's mind filled up with the sensation of her being, how her skin felt against his, how she touched him gently and the sound of her voice.
The sound of her voice, it was heavenly. Her gentle, calm and sweet voice. It filled him up, like nothing else.
Kazuya kissed her neck, earning a moan from her. Soon the entire room was filled with her moans.

Kazuya became nothing more than a simple man.

He caressed her legs gently as he lay next to her, he placed his hand on her neck and caressed her neck with his thumb in a circular motion. The slight red colour on her skin, made her glow differently. She smiled to him, her sweet forgiving smile, he forced her forward and pressed his lips on hers. He kissed her cruelly crude. She felt no other need but to kiss him in return, this was him. He finally let go of her but held onto the back of her neck. He rested his forehead against hers, a smile spread across his lips as he looked into her eyes. He had managed to corrupt her, there was the slightest of hint of it in her eyes. She returned to him, no matter what crime he committed and what evil he was. The greatest achievement of his life to date. He had corrupted her and she didn't even know.

This was all there was.

The room was enshrouded in darkness the only scarce light provided by the city's many neon signs. The buildings seemed to spread for miles and miles in each direction from his penthouse. The city would still stand after they would be gone, the only memorable impact they would leave behind was the one they would have on each other. Kazuya had claimed her his and she had claimed him in return, they had both craved for what they were denied. They discovered the satisfaction of what ultimately was thought to be love.

She loved him on no terms, she would take him as he was with all his flaws. People said that he didn't have a soul and was heartless, everything she had experienced proved them right, but why should she care about what they thought. She had seen something in him, that rarely showed. For who did he have in this world to share such a troubled mind with? He had become cold and alone. She knew he had been wronged by his father, he had learned not to trust or love. She feared that she would never hear it from him.

He had never before experienced the joy another person could bring, he never knew that a person could bring this amount of satisfaction into his life. He had known that it was a joy he would be excluded from, and he proudly had thought that he wouldn't need it and it would only make him blind and he had been right, but he enjoyed every moment of it. They would only be safe in an enshrouded world of their own.

He pulled Jun closer to himself and intwined her fingers with his own, he saw a smile spread across her lips. The covers provided great warmth and he could feel that she was just as relaxed as she had been in Yakushima.

He had never seen her happy, she smiled to him and seemed happy. He wanted to see, how her eyes would shine with true happiness and satisfaction. He watched her close her eyes, as she rested her head against his chest and fell asleep. He realised, as she rested so closely to him that he never could see her smile in such a way, she would never see such happiness with him. He took a last breath filled of her scent one more time, before he gave in and closed his eyes.

Jun walked on the path leading to her home everything seemed much bigger than what it used to be, the woods towered over her and the sky seemed infinite like it was the universe itself. Jun recognised the feeling, her mother was holding her hand. She looked up and she saw her smiling face greet hers, as she held a pause in the song she always would sing for her.

People talked about her mothers beauty and her sharp mind. They thought her too be a jewel among women, offering her husband advice, solace, support and being dutiful to their marriage. Any man would want a woman like her for their spouse. Jun listened to her song, as she jumped over every other step on the path.

Jun remembered she was only five years old, when they reached the house and she saw the newly planted tree it was a gift and her responsibility. Her father's earliest try at maturing his child, and making her more responsible as she remembered it. She heard the door creak, and she knew by instinct that it was her father, her father stepped out on the porch and lifted his arms at seeing his child. Her mother walked past him kissing him on his cheek and went into the house. Jun ran to her father and he lifted her up and spun her around in the air. She felt the air whisk around her ears as her braided hair danced along. He set her back down on the ground, as they checked the tree and how much it had grown since the last time. He taught her how to take care of the tree. Jun touched the bark of the tree, and felt the small cracks under her soft hands. Was this the moment that her love for nature had originated, she thought to herself.

A burning smell reached Jun's nose it was the smell of burning wood. Jun quickly spun around to see what it was, her father carelessly continued to talk about the tree and how he had learned from his father to appreciate nature and all its gifts. Jun tugged at her father's sleeve begging him to turn around begging him to save her mother. Jun's father quickly looked over his shoulders, and nodded in agreement that he too saw the burning house, but made no movement towards the house, and so he continued to talk about his childhood.

Jun ran into the burning house and screamed for her mother, she ran around the house as the fire engulfed it. She ran into her parents bedroom and saw her mother lie on the floor, she ran to her mothers side and shook her begging her to get up. Tears streaming down her face, as she desperately fought to turn her mother over so she faced her. When she had turned the body she saw that the woman wasn't her mother. It was herself looking like the woman she had grown up to become.

The five year old Jun fell back on the floor not believing what she saw.

Jun woke up screaming her heart out, she was sitting straight up in the bed when she finally realised that she had woken up. She looked around and found herself in the dark surroundings of his penthouse. Jun rested her head in her palms, her nightmares had followed her.

"Are you all right?" Jun heard his voice in the dark, and the soothing touch of his hand running up and down her naked back. He rose from the bed, and sat up next to her when she didn't respond to his question. He ran his left hand through her hair, and rested it on her left arm holding her. Jun rested her head on his shoulder, as he soothingly ran his right hand through her hair.

She hand't had nightmares in a long while, suddenly they had returned to her. Why? Jun questioned herself, what was she doing that she was being tormented with such nightmares. She hand't changed. Things had changed around her.

Kazuya held her tightly and kissed her forehead as he parted from her. Jun looked away from him, she realised it was because of his presence. That night in Yakushima, everything had been fine until that night where he came. She couldn't sleep and the nightmares started.

Why?

"Look at me," he asked of her, even if the room was shrouded in darkness she could see his eyes clearly through the darkness illuminated by the scarce light "It's only a dream, they don't mean anything" he told her, he could still hear her silent sobs and see the few tears trickle down her cheeks "look at me," he told her again with more authority, he could see the effect of his words, she was no longer shaking and her sobbing had died. He held her tightly again, tilting her head up he kissed her saddened lips and dried the tears away from her cheek. Jun kissed his lips seeking the warm comfort he offered her. Jun laid down in the bed again and crawled under the warm sheets, she felt Kazuya's protective arm embrace and pull her in. Jun turned in the bed and sought his warmth, Kazuya kissed her forehead and stroked her gently until she had fallen asleep again.

...

Jun woke early in the morning to find the bed empty she closed her eyes to sleep more, when she heard some racket interrupting her sleep. She tore herself up from the bed and dressed herself in her underwear and a t-shirt of his she found. She walked into the adjoined bathroom, it was completely black the tiles, cupboards to the counter. He did live in style, minimal but stylish Jun thought to herself. Jun opened every cupboard to find any extra supplies he might have. Opening a drawer she found an abundance of toothbrushes, confusion painted her expression there was enough to last a half year. Jun showered after brushing, looking around she only found few products, in the shower cabinet.

She walked to the windows and pulled the curtains apart, only to see a pale blue sky. She looked around for a clock but found none. She continued to the living room and kitchen, she saw the clock hanging on the wall. It was early in the morning still, only 5.

Jun noticed a pair of doors in the entry, she hand't even noticed them last night. Looking at them for a while she slid them to the side. Inside she found a vast collection of sneakers, she could't remember having seen him in sneakers not even once. Yet he had a pair in every colour.

Jun observed the walls, they were naked, no paintings of portraits or landscapes as she had seen in the mansion. Jun walked into the kitchen and as she had poured herself a glass of water she opened every cupboard, and she found a minimal array of food supplies. He seemed to be a spartan at heart, even when he desired to rule the world.

The irony was too great to not be laughed at.

Jun followed the sound of the racket that again had interrupted the peace, and discovered that Kazuya had a training room at his disposal, she stepped in observing him. She hand't noticed last night, that the corridor that lead her to his training room existed.

"You know a punching bag doesn't hit back and it never grows wise" she teased him, after having observed him for a while.

"Really?" Kazuya responded drinking some water "I hadn't noticed, would you like to challenge me then?" he asked her, he hadn't had such an exhilarating fight as he had had with her in a long while. Jun walked around in the room, it was completely nude of any decoration.

"No..." Jun spoke walking to him, she kissed his lips laying her hand on his cheek she felt the sweat under her fingers and the warmth from his skin.

She walked out on the terrace, looking at the skyline of the city. Her worries disappeared to the sound of Kazuya's fists beating against the punching bag.

Kazuya's eyes found themselves tracing their way to her figure, she hand't been shy from accepting a challenge from him before. What had changed? Had he again stepped on that precarious situation that was their relationship.

Kazuya remembered the dream he had had not so long ago. He dried himself with a towel, as he saw Jun make her way in and closing the terrace door behind her.

"Are you afraid..." he spoke suddenly, Kazuya saw Jun's jerky motion she had stopped suddenly before turning. She turned and looked at him, wondering how he had suddenly thought of such a thing to say.

"Of what?" Jun said with a strained smile that desperately tried to relax, her tension was growing. The thought of their child in the back of her head all the while.

"Of me beating you again?" Kazuya spoke with a grin, he saw relief wash over her followed by a smile.

"Oh, well I wouldn't want to bruise that pretty face of yours, and send you to the office all black and blue" Jun said as she walked to him, "What would people say?" her arms crossed and a smile on her lips.

"You could't do it, even if you wanted to" he spoke leaning over her figure, feeling the tension rising between them. They never knew what it might lead to, it might start as a friendly match.

Jun was looking straight into his eyes, and it would seem it had become a staring contest if it wasn't for Jun's big smile and the hearty laughter that followed. She laughed straight up in his face, the thought of her beating him black and blue was amusing to her.

Kazuya leaned back again, not understanding her sudden laughter. She seemed to mock him at all given times consciously and unconsciously.

She placed her hand on his cheek and kissed him passionately, he pulled her close in to his warm body. When they broke from their kiss, he looked at the t-shirt she was wearing somehow it looked familiar to him and too big for her. A smile spread on his lips from the sight of her in his clothes.

"I could take you on any day..." Jun spoke in a low whisper into his ear, before he could respond she kissed his lips.

"I think we should have breakfast," Kazuya suggested, walking out the training room. Jun stood still for a while as she looked around. It was just as bare as the rest of the house.

By the time Kazuya had stepped out of the shower and entered the kitchen, Jun was dressed wearing her jeans with his t-shirt. The side of the t-shirt tugged into the jeans. Jun turned around to see Kazuya move his right arm in circles, as he held on to his shoulder.

"Are you all right?" Jun asked as she laid a plate on the counter.

"It's just my shoulder," Kazuya spoke reaching for water on the table, he pulled his arm back as he felt pain "It bothers me from time to time after training" he said trying to explain and became silent, he pulled a chair out from under the counter and sat down. He felt embarrassed by showing such trivial physical weakness, he was a feared man and a respected martial artist. Yet he could't pour himself a glass of water without hurting his shoulder.

"Or you're just getting old" Jun said it as a suggestion, with a light heart as she leaned over the counter opposite him and poured Kazuya water with an elegantly stretched arm. Kazuya feeling embarrassed didn't speak a word, but drank his water. "I'm kidding, your still a bull" Jun spoke with a mischievous smile as he finally looked up at her "Let me take a look" she spoke as she approached him around the counter.

"No, it's fine I'll get someone to..." Kazuya started, but he was silenced by the feeling of her hand on his shoulder. Jun moved it around applying pressure to different parts of his shoulder, she noticed how Kazuya had become silent and his head hang low. The most obvious indicators of she had found the right spots.

"How does it feel?" Jun asked after ten minutes, he moved his arm around slowly and instantly he knew that the pressure had changed.

"Much better" Kazuya spoke, stretching his shoulders and arms properly with her hands on his shoulders "Thanks" he spoke looking over his shoulder he looked up at her. Jun saw how his eyes changed, so she leaned in to him as he turned his body towards her. She kissed his lips lightly, withdrawing Kazuya kissed her again now with his hands placed on her hips. He pulled her closer and she followed supporting herself on him.

"You should eat your breakfast" Jun spoke, as she had leaned in to him to pull his plate to him.

"I'll be at home" Jun spoke, as Kazuya closed the door behind her.

"You could just stay here, until you're done packing" Kazuya spoke locking the door.

"I'm not near done," she spoke with little frustration, Kazuya stretched his hand out to her, and Jun trustingly placed hers in his.

For a moment they walked down the corridor, like lovers.

"Mr Mishima, I'm calling about the blood samples and the subjects" Dr. Boskonovitch spoke holding his breath waiting for Kazuya's confirmation.

"Yes, how are the subjects developing?" Kazuya asked.

"The progress is fine with subject B, the transition went smoothly and it is progressing with our every expectations, no difficulties like the first subject. The problems experienced with the first subject can now certainly be associated with the unexpected move..." he spoke wanting to continue on the cryonics project but was brutally interrupted.

"Yes, doctor I'll read further about it in the report," Kazuya spoke "What about the blood samples?" he asked, eager for the result but he restrained his voice from revealing it.

"Well, the blood seems to be different, but in the structure it seems to have gone through some sort of mutation, or it simply could be a sequence not seen before. Your DNA and the samples do seem to share some vague similarity, but it does not seem to be beyond that. The significant difference, though seems to be that it is amplified for some reason unlike yours" the doctor held a pause to gather courage "Mr. Mishima, it would help our research if you were to bring her in for further testing. It would certainly answer many of our questions" he spoke and held his breath, anxious for the answer he would give.

"There will be no such opportunity doctor, I am sorry to disappoint you but the subject escaped me" Kazuya referenced to himself, as the cause for the trouble. He knew the doctor wouldn't speak as freely as he otherwise would have.

"If you allowed to cross reference the DNA, with the national health departments one could track the subject and find her quite easily" he spoke, knowing that Kazuya wouldn't respond positively to getting such suggestions from employees. These were methods he had used himself, after all.

"There will be no need. You have two subjects to take care of, and as your track record isn't perfect I would advice you to focus on the subjects for now. When it will become a possibility we will track the subject, and take the testings to higher levels" Kazuya spoke, referring to the times the doctor had become too eager and carried on without permission "Until then the subject will be monitored for observations, I believe it is the most harmless way of learning of our subject before interfering. We might even find a point, from which we could persuade the subject to submit to the testings" Kazuya spoke trying to convince the doctor of a harmless approach to the new subject of interest. He had done the observations before, many thought it was some perverse obsession with the subjects. Yet observation was the best of methods for learning about the subject and gaining its trust.

"But Mr. Mishima I can guarantee, more substantial test results if you were to bring the subject in. If I was just allowed to conduct tests on her..." the doctors plea was cut short by Kazuya, he was clearly agitated by the doctors newfound passion.

"Dr. I cannot go hunting down every person that you suspect might be of interest for you. I will not waste money on such fishing expeditions for your amusement. Don't make me repeat myself doctor" Kazuya never needed to tell the doctor twice to keep within line. It seemed yet that the doctor had gotten more ambitious since the success of the two projects.

"Also Mr. Mishima if you were to decide to approach the subject, it would be good to know that the subject might demonstrate more resilience as it is pregnant" the doctor spoke with detachment, but certain that such piece of information would mend wounds.

"Sorry?" Kazuya spoke surprised, he would like the creature to be wrong just once.

"Yes, the subject has the production of the hCG hormone, the hormone is produced by the placenta during pregnancy..." the doctor tried to explain further but was cut off by Kazuya.

"You are certain of it?" Kazuya asked as his instincts took over, leaving his feelings behind.

"Yes, even though the blood you supplied us with from the subject was limited we were able to make two tests, to conclude more securely. The subject must have been pregnant for at least seven to twelve days as it is the only way we could find out about the pregnancy" the doctor paused.

"Thank you for your call doctor Boskonovitch, I look forward to reading your report and suggestions for more advantageous actions as well as results. Have a good day" Kazuya spoke, only wanting to end the conversation quickly.

"Yes, of course. Thank you" the doctor spoke, somewhat overwhelmed by the enthusiasm that he so rarely heard from his employer, the only sound that resonated in Kazuya's head was the dead tone of the phone.

His fear had come true.

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