Jin

Ling had left the hotel about half an hour after our discussion. Besides, I needed some time to myself for the next couple of days. She said a lot. I think now more than ever I see what I'm doing. Kazuya isn't just someone I've heard of all my life and hated for the past two years. He's real. He's alive. And as much as I hate to admit it, he is my father.

Something kept nagging me. Questioning me. As if my plan to destroy the Mishima family line was wrong. My conscience picked a really bad time right now. I had taken my picture at the zaibatsu early this morning, so my paperwork should be finished soon. The tournament was supposed to start in a few days. Now would be a really bad time to back out.

Once again I thought about Mom. Her face when she talked about Kazuya. She looked happy, yet she was sad because they couldn't be together. I know she isn't very happy with me right now. Mom never yelled at me...she never spanked me...but whenever I did something wrong, she made me feel so guilty. And she didn't have to say anything, because she already knew what I had done. Mom could sense what was going on around her. Because of that, she and I were a lot closer than most sons and mothers.

I ended up taking a long walk through the city. I wasn't in a mood to get home anytime soon. I found myself wandering the streets of the nice restaurants.

A black limo was parked at the curb. Probably some rich businessman having lunch. Then I saw the license plate. 'Kazuya1'. You gotta be kidding me...

The chauffeur stepped out of the car, opening the door as someone walked out of the restaurant, two guys in dark suits following him.

Geez. It was him. He was wearing casual clothes, yet he looked like a CEO. This was Kazuya Mishima. In the flesh. I didn't think he'd be so intimidating.

He noticed that I just stood there, like an idiot, so he stared at me. He was wearing dark sunglasses, so I couldn't see his eyes, but I knew it was him. His hair and his face gave him away. That, and the fact that he walked as if he owned everything around him.

I watched him carefully beneath the hood of my jacket, watching him as he moved. He didn't stop looking at me either.

He spoke to his chauffeur in a quiet voice. "Take me back to the hotel."

I continued to look at him. He kept his expression neutral. Guess he was used to people giving him dirty looks. But this case was different. He didn't take his eyes off of me as he climbed into the backseat of the limo. His door closed, and the driver climbed into the front seat, starting the engine. The limo drove away from the curb, slowly passing by me. The window of Kazuya's seat rolled down a couple inches, and I saw his that he was still looking at me, only this time through his sunglasses. He tilted his head slightly, looking at me over the top of his sunglasses. One of his eyes glowed red. What the heck?

I still stared at him, hating him, as the limo pulled away. And I just knew that he kept looking right back.



To be continued...?


BTW, thanks to all the readers out there for reviewing. I know some of you are big Ling/Jin fans...but in actuality, that's not the type of story I intended. This was originally supposed to be just a story from Jin's POV...that first chapter...but I ended up branching off cuz I thought it'd be interesting. ^_^