Male Bonding
Jin Kazama took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air of the woods and forest. He had never felt so relaxed. This camping trip had been a great idea. And good thing too. It was mid-fall, not too chilly outside. Although in this heat, you'd wonder what the season was. Grabbing the water canteen that was strapped to his hip, he took a small sip. Pouring a little bit into his palm, he flicked a little of the moisture on his face to cool down. He glanced back at the trail behind him to see his father, his grandfather, and his uncle clambering up behind him.
He grinned as part of his father's sleeping bag came undone, the strings nearly poking his grandfather in the eye, throwing him off balance, eventually startling his uncle as well.
"Dammit!" Kazuya Mishima exclaimed, yanking his backpack off. He bunched his sleeping bag together. "How the hell is someone supposed to roll this thing..."
Heihachi Mishima calmly adjusted the straps of his backpack. Lee Chaolan, his adopted son, merely fanned himself to chase away the heat. Jin crossed his arms, watching the three.
Kazuya in his black jeans, black steel toe boots, and dark blue cotton collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A pair of dark sunglasses were perched on the bridge of his nose. Heihachi had worn black pants, black boots, a white T-shirt and a cheetah print flannel shirt over it. Lee, clearly as flamboyant as the eldest Mishima, happened to have chosen dark purple jeans, a violet collared shirt with a white tank underneath and black boots. And a white fisherman's hat, the string dangling beneath his chin, his silver bangs hidden within the hat. Jin had opted for comfort that day: blue jeans, pale blue T-shirt, black hiking boots, and a hooded sweatshirt tied around his waist.
Lee fanned himself again. Heihachi hitched his bag higher. Kazuya was still rolling the sleeping bag.
"Do you plan on finishing anytime soon?" Lee interjected. "I'd like to get to the site so I can sit down..."
"Shut up," Kazuya replied.
"This heat's the worst," Heihachi spoke up.
"Good," Kazuya responded, finishing up his packing, lifting his backpack up. "I'm hoping you melt..."
"I thought you're supposed to disintergrate in sunlight," Heihachi said without blinking. "Isn't that what happens to vampires?"
Kazuya threw a pine cone at his father. And missed. By a mile. Jin's shoulders began to shake with hysteria. Kazuya turned to glare at him.
"If you laugh, you're grounded."
Jin's jaw dropped. "I'm twenty-one years old!"
"So long as you live under my house-" Kazuya started.
They all heard a slight whirring sound. Heihachi, Kazuya, and Jin turned to see Lee holding a battery operated mist fan.
"What...are you doing?" Heihachi demanded.
"It's hot," Lee complained. He spritzed himself with a little water.
"Why me?" Heihachi muttered.
"By the way, Jin," Lee spoke up. "Thank your mother for the fan. It's a wonderful contraption..."
Kazuya threw a pine cone at Lee. He didn't miss this time. Jin coughed to hide his laughter. Heihachi didn't bother to hide his laughter, and it echoed in the forest.
"How far do we have left to walk until we reach the site?" Heihachi asked.
Kazuya pulled the map out of his pocket. Unfolding it, he examined the piece of paper. "I estimate..." He dropped the map and cursed as if in shock.
"What's wrong?" Jin asked Kazuya, who picked up the map.
"We're fifty miles from the site!" Kazuya exclaimed. "Fifty miles?! Who the hell wants to walk fifty miles? Who picked that place anyway?!"
"Mom," Jin answered. "She said it'd be a great place to get in tune with nature and admire its beauty."
Heihachi rolled his eyes. "Mama's boy," he mouthed to Lee.
Lee blinked. "I'm not complaining. Jun gave me a mist fan."
Heihachi knocked his head.
Kazuya pointed to a spot in the forest. "See...we're here...and that's the site...there..."
Jin frowned, studying the map as Kazuya went on about walking miles and miles in heat and brush. Kazuya, like the other two older men, had apparently forgotten all about survival. After all, it had been a good twenty or some odd years since the elder Mishima family men were out on the streets...or cliffs. Jin shot his grandfather and his uncle a weird look. Heihachi and Lee frowned in confusion.
"Right..." Jin cleared his throat. "Listen...you might be able to see better without the sunglasses..." He then turned the map over. "See...we're only five miles from the site."
Kazuya coughed. "Of course. I knew that. I knew your mother wouldn't make us walk so far..."
Heihachi and Lee started snickering. Kazuya glared at them and bent to pick up a pine cone. As his hand reared back for a deadly throw, Jin quickly switched the cone with a bundle of pine needles. Kazuya released the object, causing greens to float onto the trail. Heihachi and Lee began to laugh hysterically.
Kazuya turned to glare at Jin, who looked back innocently.
"Let's get going," Kazuya huffed. "Before your grandfather and uncle make even bigger fools out of themselves." Then he paused. "Or at least your uncle. After all, your grandfather has some protection thanks to that diaper he's always wearing..."
"It's not a diaper!" Heihachi argued. "It's a traditional male undergar-"
"Diaper," Kazuya, Jin and Lee said simultaneously.
"Kids these days!" Heihachi exclaimed. "They never learn to respect their elders..."
"In this family...it's a tradition," Jin piped up. "Right, Kazuya?"
His father merely glowered at him.
Jin Kazama took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air of the woods and forest. He had never felt so relaxed. This camping trip had been a great idea. And good thing too. It was mid-fall, not too chilly outside. Although in this heat, you'd wonder what the season was. Grabbing the water canteen that was strapped to his hip, he took a small sip. Pouring a little bit into his palm, he flicked a little of the moisture on his face to cool down. He glanced back at the trail behind him to see his father, his grandfather, and his uncle clambering up behind him.
He grinned as part of his father's sleeping bag came undone, the strings nearly poking his grandfather in the eye, throwing him off balance, eventually startling his uncle as well.
"Dammit!" Kazuya Mishima exclaimed, yanking his backpack off. He bunched his sleeping bag together. "How the hell is someone supposed to roll this thing..."
Heihachi Mishima calmly adjusted the straps of his backpack. Lee Chaolan, his adopted son, merely fanned himself to chase away the heat. Jin crossed his arms, watching the three.
Kazuya in his black jeans, black steel toe boots, and dark blue cotton collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A pair of dark sunglasses were perched on the bridge of his nose. Heihachi had worn black pants, black boots, a white T-shirt and a cheetah print flannel shirt over it. Lee, clearly as flamboyant as the eldest Mishima, happened to have chosen dark purple jeans, a violet collared shirt with a white tank underneath and black boots. And a white fisherman's hat, the string dangling beneath his chin, his silver bangs hidden within the hat. Jin had opted for comfort that day: blue jeans, pale blue T-shirt, black hiking boots, and a hooded sweatshirt tied around his waist.
Lee fanned himself again. Heihachi hitched his bag higher. Kazuya was still rolling the sleeping bag.
"Do you plan on finishing anytime soon?" Lee interjected. "I'd like to get to the site so I can sit down..."
"Shut up," Kazuya replied.
"This heat's the worst," Heihachi spoke up.
"Good," Kazuya responded, finishing up his packing, lifting his backpack up. "I'm hoping you melt..."
"I thought you're supposed to disintergrate in sunlight," Heihachi said without blinking. "Isn't that what happens to vampires?"
Kazuya threw a pine cone at his father. And missed. By a mile. Jin's shoulders began to shake with hysteria. Kazuya turned to glare at him.
"If you laugh, you're grounded."
Jin's jaw dropped. "I'm twenty-one years old!"
"So long as you live under my house-" Kazuya started.
They all heard a slight whirring sound. Heihachi, Kazuya, and Jin turned to see Lee holding a battery operated mist fan.
"What...are you doing?" Heihachi demanded.
"It's hot," Lee complained. He spritzed himself with a little water.
"Why me?" Heihachi muttered.
"By the way, Jin," Lee spoke up. "Thank your mother for the fan. It's a wonderful contraption..."
Kazuya threw a pine cone at Lee. He didn't miss this time. Jin coughed to hide his laughter. Heihachi didn't bother to hide his laughter, and it echoed in the forest.
"How far do we have left to walk until we reach the site?" Heihachi asked.
Kazuya pulled the map out of his pocket. Unfolding it, he examined the piece of paper. "I estimate..." He dropped the map and cursed as if in shock.
"What's wrong?" Jin asked Kazuya, who picked up the map.
"We're fifty miles from the site!" Kazuya exclaimed. "Fifty miles?! Who the hell wants to walk fifty miles? Who picked that place anyway?!"
"Mom," Jin answered. "She said it'd be a great place to get in tune with nature and admire its beauty."
Heihachi rolled his eyes. "Mama's boy," he mouthed to Lee.
Lee blinked. "I'm not complaining. Jun gave me a mist fan."
Heihachi knocked his head.
Kazuya pointed to a spot in the forest. "See...we're here...and that's the site...there..."
Jin frowned, studying the map as Kazuya went on about walking miles and miles in heat and brush. Kazuya, like the other two older men, had apparently forgotten all about survival. After all, it had been a good twenty or some odd years since the elder Mishima family men were out on the streets...or cliffs. Jin shot his grandfather and his uncle a weird look. Heihachi and Lee frowned in confusion.
"Right..." Jin cleared his throat. "Listen...you might be able to see better without the sunglasses..." He then turned the map over. "See...we're only five miles from the site."
Kazuya coughed. "Of course. I knew that. I knew your mother wouldn't make us walk so far..."
Heihachi and Lee started snickering. Kazuya glared at them and bent to pick up a pine cone. As his hand reared back for a deadly throw, Jin quickly switched the cone with a bundle of pine needles. Kazuya released the object, causing greens to float onto the trail. Heihachi and Lee began to laugh hysterically.
Kazuya turned to glare at Jin, who looked back innocently.
"Let's get going," Kazuya huffed. "Before your grandfather and uncle make even bigger fools out of themselves." Then he paused. "Or at least your uncle. After all, your grandfather has some protection thanks to that diaper he's always wearing..."
"It's not a diaper!" Heihachi argued. "It's a traditional male undergar-"
"Diaper," Kazuya, Jin and Lee said simultaneously.
"Kids these days!" Heihachi exclaimed. "They never learn to respect their elders..."
"In this family...it's a tradition," Jin piped up. "Right, Kazuya?"
His father merely glowered at him.
