A/N: I wrote from Lee's POV in the first chapter, now it's Kazuya's turn . . .
Disclaimer: I do not own any Tekken characters I use in this story
Kazuya Mishima had never been accepted for what he was. He had always been quiet and subdued mainly due to the brutal insults and assaults from his Father (after all, being pitched heartlessly off a cliff by your own father when you were only a couple of years old would take a bit out of your personality!)
Throughout his life, a potent anger had built up within Kazuya - of course, the devil within had helped contribute.
If Kazuya had ever held any respect at all for Heihachi it was now well and truly dead and burnt, just like his soul.
Kazuya's endurance had been stretched to the limit when Heihachi had taken in Lee Chaolan off the streets, a silver-haired boy a little younger than Kazuya.
He was absolutely livid to the core by the blunt and tactless statement his father was trying to make. He was informing Kazuya that he didn't match up to his standards of everything a perfect son should be. And this is what Lee was; handsome, sociable . . . Kazuya clenched his fists, `Chaolan was always a suck up, nothing more . . .'
And so grew a vicious hate for Lee. Kazuya had refused to converse or even look at Lee when he passed him in the corridors of the Mishima mansion.
Sure, Lee had tried to talk to Kazuya on more than one occasion but all to no avail. His attempts were futile and once he realised the painful fact that his brother would forever ignore him, he gave up trying.
Kazuya always kept one particular night at the Mishima Mansion in his mind...
Every night was a torturous event for fourteen-year-old Kazuya. And tonight was no exception when Heihachi dragged him out once again to that cursed dojo in a hidden corner of the Mishima grounds.
"You are going to train for as long as it takes until you become a worthy fighter," Heihachi said in a sadistic tone, which made Kazuya wince and look down. `For as long as it takes' meant training until Kazuya could no longer hold himself up without support, whilst his body bore fresh wounds from beatings.
Heihachi slipped into a fighting stance once they in the dojo. Kazuya, wearily, stood opposite his father adopting a similar stance.
They began sparing until Heihachi knocked Kazuya to the floor within the first few minutes. Kazuya stood back up shakily and continued to be beaten down by Heihachi. After only ten minutes of intense sparing, Kazuya could hardly feel his face, which was numb from pain; blood poured down his temples and bruises remained from the impact of Heihachi's fist.
He was suddenly overcome with dizziness, as he fell; he landed awkwardly on his arm. Kazuya winced; he had injured this arm from the previous nights "training session".
Heihachi frowned, growing angry when he saw Kazuya wince. "You'll never get anywhere when you succumb to pain in this way. You can't let it control you. You have to carry on regardless of how your body is feeling," he picked Kazuya up by just the collar of his shirt, "Do you want to remain weak for the rest of your life, boy?"
"N-no Sir," Kazuya stammered, trembling.
"Then I will teach you to overcome pain!" Heihachi shouted, whilst hurling Kazuya back against the dojo wall.
Unbearable pain coursed through Kazuya as his body made impact with the cold hard stone; a scream of anguish escaping his broken lips.
After another moment of withstanding cruel insults from Heihachi, Kazuya was finally dismissed back to his room.
He could hardly walk, his head was spinning and there were no words to describe the amount of pain he was feeling. Instead, he collapsed on the soft but springy manicured Mishima lawns, allowing himself a few minutes to regain his composure.
Suddenly, the sound of Heihachi's voice drifted over to Kazuya's ears. Curious, he used all his strength to crawl back to the dojo entrance. He saw his brother standing with Heihachi. Straining to listen to what Lee was saying, Kazuya thought he could hear, "I saw what you did to Kazuya . . . Why don't you just lay off beating him?" He was shocked. Chaolan was still sticking up for him even though Kazuya had refused to acknowledge him.
He watched as Heihachi unleashed his wrath upon Lee, his eyes grew wide when he heard Heihachi tell Lee not to regard him as his Father anymore.
Kazuya could understand Heihachi wanting to mentally abuse him, but to Chaolan? The perfect son? He shook his head in anger; Heihachi could never stand to have anyone dictate to him how he should behave.
He watched his brother sobbing while he whispered, "All I ever wanted was a real family."
"Thank you, Chaloan. You are the closest thing I have to family," Kazuya allowed himself a small smile, "Although I'll never let you know that." Then he proceeded to limp back to the safety of his room.
"Lee never did find out that I knew what he said," Kazuya thought. But as far as Kazuya was concerned, Lee was always going to be Heihachi's side. Kazuya felt he could trust no one when he was left in charge of the Zaibatsu and made Lee his personal secretary.
With all these thoughts of Lee and Heihachi invading his mind, Kazuya walked aimlessly through the dead of a silent night, stopping only when he reached the cliff . . . Kazuya shut his eyes; painful memories cutting through his mind just like the stabbing of a thousand knives.
He couldn't bear to look over the edge, knowing he'd come close to risking his own sanity if he did. Instead, he collapsed on the ground, tears of frustration stinging the corners of his eyes. He could hear the devil within mocking him.
`Why was that bastard allowed to do this to me?' Kazuya glanced upwards in desperation, `I died the day I was first thrown off this cliff. The real Kazuya Mishima died and I was bought back with this sick joke inside of me.' The sudden rush of anger silenced the devil for once, whilst a question tormented Kazuya's mind, `Why couldn't I have had a father that accepted me?'
Disclaimer: I do not own any Tekken characters I use in this story
Kazuya Mishima had never been accepted for what he was. He had always been quiet and subdued mainly due to the brutal insults and assaults from his Father (after all, being pitched heartlessly off a cliff by your own father when you were only a couple of years old would take a bit out of your personality!)
Throughout his life, a potent anger had built up within Kazuya - of course, the devil within had helped contribute.
If Kazuya had ever held any respect at all for Heihachi it was now well and truly dead and burnt, just like his soul.
Kazuya's endurance had been stretched to the limit when Heihachi had taken in Lee Chaolan off the streets, a silver-haired boy a little younger than Kazuya.
He was absolutely livid to the core by the blunt and tactless statement his father was trying to make. He was informing Kazuya that he didn't match up to his standards of everything a perfect son should be. And this is what Lee was; handsome, sociable . . . Kazuya clenched his fists, `Chaolan was always a suck up, nothing more . . .'
And so grew a vicious hate for Lee. Kazuya had refused to converse or even look at Lee when he passed him in the corridors of the Mishima mansion.
Sure, Lee had tried to talk to Kazuya on more than one occasion but all to no avail. His attempts were futile and once he realised the painful fact that his brother would forever ignore him, he gave up trying.
Kazuya always kept one particular night at the Mishima Mansion in his mind...
Every night was a torturous event for fourteen-year-old Kazuya. And tonight was no exception when Heihachi dragged him out once again to that cursed dojo in a hidden corner of the Mishima grounds.
"You are going to train for as long as it takes until you become a worthy fighter," Heihachi said in a sadistic tone, which made Kazuya wince and look down. `For as long as it takes' meant training until Kazuya could no longer hold himself up without support, whilst his body bore fresh wounds from beatings.
Heihachi slipped into a fighting stance once they in the dojo. Kazuya, wearily, stood opposite his father adopting a similar stance.
They began sparing until Heihachi knocked Kazuya to the floor within the first few minutes. Kazuya stood back up shakily and continued to be beaten down by Heihachi. After only ten minutes of intense sparing, Kazuya could hardly feel his face, which was numb from pain; blood poured down his temples and bruises remained from the impact of Heihachi's fist.
He was suddenly overcome with dizziness, as he fell; he landed awkwardly on his arm. Kazuya winced; he had injured this arm from the previous nights "training session".
Heihachi frowned, growing angry when he saw Kazuya wince. "You'll never get anywhere when you succumb to pain in this way. You can't let it control you. You have to carry on regardless of how your body is feeling," he picked Kazuya up by just the collar of his shirt, "Do you want to remain weak for the rest of your life, boy?"
"N-no Sir," Kazuya stammered, trembling.
"Then I will teach you to overcome pain!" Heihachi shouted, whilst hurling Kazuya back against the dojo wall.
Unbearable pain coursed through Kazuya as his body made impact with the cold hard stone; a scream of anguish escaping his broken lips.
After another moment of withstanding cruel insults from Heihachi, Kazuya was finally dismissed back to his room.
He could hardly walk, his head was spinning and there were no words to describe the amount of pain he was feeling. Instead, he collapsed on the soft but springy manicured Mishima lawns, allowing himself a few minutes to regain his composure.
Suddenly, the sound of Heihachi's voice drifted over to Kazuya's ears. Curious, he used all his strength to crawl back to the dojo entrance. He saw his brother standing with Heihachi. Straining to listen to what Lee was saying, Kazuya thought he could hear, "I saw what you did to Kazuya . . . Why don't you just lay off beating him?" He was shocked. Chaolan was still sticking up for him even though Kazuya had refused to acknowledge him.
He watched as Heihachi unleashed his wrath upon Lee, his eyes grew wide when he heard Heihachi tell Lee not to regard him as his Father anymore.
Kazuya could understand Heihachi wanting to mentally abuse him, but to Chaolan? The perfect son? He shook his head in anger; Heihachi could never stand to have anyone dictate to him how he should behave.
He watched his brother sobbing while he whispered, "All I ever wanted was a real family."
"Thank you, Chaloan. You are the closest thing I have to family," Kazuya allowed himself a small smile, "Although I'll never let you know that." Then he proceeded to limp back to the safety of his room.
"Lee never did find out that I knew what he said," Kazuya thought. But as far as Kazuya was concerned, Lee was always going to be Heihachi's side. Kazuya felt he could trust no one when he was left in charge of the Zaibatsu and made Lee his personal secretary.
With all these thoughts of Lee and Heihachi invading his mind, Kazuya walked aimlessly through the dead of a silent night, stopping only when he reached the cliff . . . Kazuya shut his eyes; painful memories cutting through his mind just like the stabbing of a thousand knives.
He couldn't bear to look over the edge, knowing he'd come close to risking his own sanity if he did. Instead, he collapsed on the ground, tears of frustration stinging the corners of his eyes. He could hear the devil within mocking him.
`Why was that bastard allowed to do this to me?' Kazuya glanced upwards in desperation, `I died the day I was first thrown off this cliff. The real Kazuya Mishima died and I was bought back with this sick joke inside of me.' The sudden rush of anger silenced the devil for once, whilst a question tormented Kazuya's mind, `Why couldn't I have had a father that accepted me?'