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Disclaimer: "yup once again I do not own tekken. I wish I could, cos' it is a primo game but sadly I don't so umm yeah."
Da Author: Yeah hey, look I think that I did this because I was bored so I went with the "Just another day" theme. I was bored my self one day and wanted to write but I lost track of muh gloomy side so I decided to lighten up and phase out abit. So if it bores you IM SOOO SORRY!
Summary: Okay this tale takes after when Heihachi was murdered. I.e. the cliff and all. Kazuya seems real restless and decides to go do shit instead of staying at home all day and get bored. Lets see what the hell he gets up to.
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Chapter Five
"Boredoms a killer!"
By Lahtinah Kerrigan.
26 years old. He was granted what he was entitled to years ago and deservingly too. The Mishima Zaibatsu. The Conglomerate. All his…
Too his lonely self…
To his own lonesome self…
ALONE!
"Dammit" He sprung up in his mind. He hated himself now that he disobeyed his mother. She for one was not the one he was angry at. Why did he do it? He pondered that thought. Stupid. He thought to himself. He hated having too much time to himself. Makes him think too much. And the last thing he wanted was to be reminded about what happened in the past. Looking in the mirror, he opened up the cabinet in his gray mercky bathroom. It was way different to the cheap hotel rooms he threatened the hotel managers for. But, it just keeps popping up. Strange. He muttered. Its like something was trying to tell him something. As if he forgot an important issue. He poured water in to the hand basin.
He thought having it all, the dark shaded crushed velvet lilac purple suit with money and the title of being rich would be all and all, everything and anything. Through and through. As a matter of fact the loneliness plays an ace card in my grand father's life too. His Investments schemes were bigger, with numerous shares multiplying every second … Kazuya lived a high moral led care free life, it was nice to have money always in the bank, it was a major difference from the chunk change he used to get around from one place to another with. Certainly going to take time to get used to, too. No matter what, Kazuya valued those times, he liked challenges and that was to him indeed a challenge, well rode its tracks. He remembered who he was, he used to have so very very very little what makes a huge difference is the big difference that now he has so much he doesn't know what to do with it. More money, more problems. Bringing with them new alliances and new foes. But with his father gone … all obstacle came no more.
He had risen one morning thinking on trying to emerge from his humble solitude … his room. As dull and as boring as it was, he thought he would make an effort and take the time out, which is usually occupied with training, and just mellow. Take time out to chill and see what he really missed out all these years in his homeland, what he truly owns and what he could do to change. Stretching out his arms, he hauled his unfortunate behind out of his bed and clumsily made it in to what should look like a bed but lost control of the desire to make it and took the covers off and chucked them on the ground next to the king sized bed and hastily walked to his ensuite. Turning on the shower. He never thought that he wasn't able to do the small things like a bed. He had always slept on futon, and his mother after he had slept, would come and pack it up. It never occurred to him to actually make the beds in the hotels. He left them and just laid down on them and grabbed any blanket he had near him and fall asleep. Now that he had all the time in the world. It seemed he took all the small things for granted. Like making a bed. He sighed in disgust and shook his head. ~Pathetic, can't even make a bed~.
He left in his purple attire, leaving the Mishima hotel, with the door mistresses and door boys opening the doors and operating the elegant and glassy elevators. He was meet outside; a white stretched sheek limo was humming as it laid waiting for its passenger Kazuya. He stood there and raised and eye brow. "Is there something wrong sir?" Kazuya looked at the woman's nametag. "No. Miss…err, Miyamoto." She smiled and bowed. She swayed her hand. "This is your limo sir." He looked at her. And took a deep breath. Straightened himself up and nodded. He pulled his coat and pulled on his sleeves and messed with the cuffs at the ends of them. "Very well then … good day to you. Yuki." She smiled. "I shall try sir." Making his way down the steps of marble and the sterling silver walkway rails, the door slowly opened by a tailor –chauffeur elegantly presented well-mannered stern and poised. He stood next to the door as he patiently waited for Kazuya to get in. Both hands behind his back, "Morning sir", that was directed at Kazuya with a posh tone; Kazuya returned the notion with a quick nod. He helped himself to the back seat inside the car on the luckie warm suede black leather upholstery. Door shut behind him. He gave himself time to adjust to the new luxury of not walking or cab catching and being able to put up with the Indian accents and crappy drivers with licenses…thought interrupted. "Where are we headed? Mishima-sama?" Kazuya was reluctantly bored. "Anywhere" he motioned in front of him with out looking, like the way a kid is forced to somewhere. Staring out his window at the pedestrian taxpayers. "Just drive …" the driver looked up in the rear view mirror, "very good sir" as he adjusted it and tapped his hat, "surprise me" Kazuya sighed. "Indeed I shall sir." The chauffeur meant well but Kazuya was in no mood for meeting an acquaintance, he sighed again. It seems he has never been this typically bored like this before in all his life. Nearly a month since the horrid cliff and his dad's vanquished body. The thought of getting revenge was all that drove him, now he seemed bored, unenlightened and well distressed. The loneliness was eating at him.
~First hate now this? …~ Kazuya stared at a stop sign, it's redness and white frame, once again too much time to think. He lent into the chair, with ample room space, he stretched out. One elbow resting on the door handle, the other on the back dashboard, both legs staunchly crossed with the top foot shaking wildly. Minuets seemed to swift slowly by as he was thinking. Directing his attention at faceless tourist and such like a person swinging an axe aimlessly in a forest, he noticed as familiar face. ~ Hey! Who is that? I know you! ~, A woman, pure as anything like a white shinju (pearl). He sat up and stared at the woman. Narrowing his eyes to figure out the finer detail to confirm who she was. He turned to the driver as the car stopped right in front of where she was standing talking to the woman. The light was red. "Driver? …Who is that, do you know of her?" Kazuya pointed to a lady in the bus stands. ~Bus stands … I remember those days~ The driver looked up on the mirror to see what woman he was talking about and saw him pointing at a lady dressed in a white dress, plain and simple. "Ahh … that lady sir, is the woman who saved the wild life a little while ago … She is the kisha Ms Kazama of coarse … I presume you were talking of her … were you not?" Kazuya motioned for the driver to keep driving in way to tell him to mind his own business. The driver nodded. Green light. ~Jun …~ He was sooo curious of the story of life she would tell, he wanted so much to brag of his accomplishments and such. But he was too afraid of … her thoughts towards him. The mother rabbit and the bobcat. He remembered her. How she was like his mother. Loved him for no matter what he did. Love. He sighed again. But he thought he might try anyhow. It was a long shot but since he has nothing that he had gained in worth to her, he had nothing to loose either. ~ Lets see…~, he looked up, "do you know any possible places she could be going right now?" Kazuya's tone caught on to the chauffeur's interest. He smiled. "Why yes sir, I could possible sir, … she would be headed to the Kisaten. She frequently presses by there on her travels, or to her dwelling up in the central mountains, what ever suits her" He stated. Kazuya slumped in to his chair unrelaxed and hot. "Is the air con on?" Kazuya was getting irritated. ~ Who's idea was this? ~ "Yes … err sorry no sir, would you like me to…" Kazuya nodded. "Okay sir, sorry for the inconvenience sir." He looked at a sign 'All you can eat for a $1.95' his belly started to grumble, he realized he had not eaten anything since he awoke. "I'm hungry" the driver smiled "Yes sir, I know just the right place" Kazuya nodded. His stomach did not agree with him … he turned and bobbed. Then a sudden jolt, which did not help the sensation, he was feeling, and with a silent screech the stretch limo sleek white gleam stopped in front of a Kisaten (coffee house). "There you go sir …" Kazuya took a deep breath and tidied himself up abit and watched as the driver opened the door for him. He smiled in gratitude. As he turned solemnly he witnessed the Kisha (journalist) not so long ago saw walk into the doors of the Kisaten. His heart jumped up he raised an eyebrow at the driver. Turning his head, the driver innocently whistled looking around at the scenes and surroundings "was this a joke?" Kazuya crossed his arms "ahh …" the driver trembled "no I'm afraid not" Kazuya looked in front of him and looked at the sign. "Japanese delicatessen" He smirked "very well then" he turned around and looked left and then looked right, leant in next to the driver and whispered "thanks … here," he handed him 5000 yen "keep the change …" the driver tipped his hat he was most greatful … hesitant to answer "But you already pay me err Mister mishima sir." Kazuya walked away and waved back behind him "That's the case then … think of it as a tip … and as I said … keep the change!" Kazuya was annoyed. He turned around. "Don't be late picking me up, say around about an hour or so?" He turned and walked in to the Kisaten. The driver smiled and got in the limo and drove to the hotel.
Kazuya entered. Casuals all over the place. He kept thinking that he over dressed. He stood there. To mingle with the commoners what you have to do is to act like and be with one of them. So he searched for her. He was greeted with paid waitresses that were sorry to be late. Apologetic looks on their faces. Disapproving looks on the honored guests. They bowed lower than usual all in synchronized form as he continued to walk in "IRASHAIMASE!!" they hollered out. He bowed with an expressionless face. "Nan nin desu ka?" Kazuya did not answer he thought the answer was pretty obvious. "Just the one sir?" the lady asked holding neat menus all in order, he raised and lowered his eyebrows in reply to yes. Then he smiled "yes", she smiled back "hai dozo" she lead him to a corner table, nicer than all the rest in the restaurant. It was right next to the window. He did not look right from where the by-standers were looking. A suit in a commoner place. Purple was an eye candy attraction. It was right behind his –'shinju'-. She held out her hand and politely told him to sit. "Sumimasen ano hito wa Suwatte kudasai?" ~ Comfortable ~ He thought. Handing his menu to him "menu o mitte kudasai … hai dozo" he placed his order.
N : B –'I know that muh story is slipping so I'm going to end it (chapter) quickly … sorry for the long dosage of boredom!!'-
The silently stared at her and the way she eats soo polite … he was casually interrupted every once and a while with offers from waiters and waitresses. Until one of his messengers caught him, with a telegraph. It bared bad news by the looks of it. The person was in a rush to give him the news. Tipping the man he held it not sure on if he really wanted to read it or not. It bore a warning 'Heihachi might still be alive.' He clenched his fist with the paper note in side it, gritting his teeth he was fighting his mind to let ease, whether it was true or not, he had to do something quick or drastic things would take form. He calmly drank the taste of the miso soup and waved for the attention of the female waiter. "Sir?" he wiped his mouth with the heated steam towel and finished his mouth full in order to speck. "May I see the bill please?" she closed her eyes and bowed "kashikomarimashita" she picked up the towel with tongs and regrouped it with others that has been used. She bowed again and handed him his bill "biru wa dozo … zenbu de ni sen go hyaku en desu, I hope you have enjoyed your meal!" he smiled "domoo arigato gozamasu!" she bowed. "Waiter? What is her bill?" She looked at the table in front of her "she is ii sen yon hyaku (1400 yen) en" He nodded, as he looked at his watch. The limo was out side and the driver was standing on the path for him. He reached in to his coat jacket for his wallet. And unfolded a couple of notes. "Here" he handed money to her "see that her's is paid too, oh and …" he wrote on the back of a meishi he pulled out of his wallet pocket. He wrote down a note on the back of his meishi (business greeting card).
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"You are the most beautiful and purest thing I have ever seen …please take care of your self shiroi bijin shinju"
- Mishima™.
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He handed her his meishi "give this to her … thank you. Oh and sorry for the mess I have caused" She glanced at it. "Kazuya … Mi, MISHIMA? Oh no not to worry sir we will have your table ready next time!! Thank you for dinning at our little humble coffee house Mishima Sama sir!" ~Something tells me that there wont be a next time~ She noticed he slipped some money underneath the card "????" he smiled "Its for your good services" she smiled as he left. "MAIDO ARIGATO GOZAIMASHITA!!!" they all bowed as he left for the doors.
Jun tidily put her used dishes to one side stacked neatly in consideration for those whom have to pick it up. "Madam? Would you like anything else? Would you like some more?" Jun shook her head and smiled pretty "Oh no thank you I'm quite fine thank you for asking!" the waitress bowed "very well heres your bill" she handed it over and recited, "Biru o dozo … zenbu de ni sen ni hyaku go ju en desu (2250 yen)" She looked at it and was ready to pay then Kazuya's waitress that was with him ran up and abruptly tore the bill in half. The waiter that was with her looked at Kazuya's waiter in shame. The waiter was about to apologize on the behalf of her, but the waitress spoke. "My lady sorry for being rude" Jun was clueless. She was about to forgive then she continued. "Your bill has been taken cared of" the waitress declared "Oh?" "Yes the man before you, saw to your cost and paid for it, he also told me …" she reached in her big sleeve of her kimono gown and retraced the meishi and handed it to her. "…To give you this meishi." She finished as she handed to her with both hands and bowed. They tidily took her used dishes and wished the best for the rest of the day. She smiled and returned the notion.
Jun was quite astonished, it smelled of musk and a hint of French vanilla fields, talk about high expectations. The paper was high priced cartridge, fancy and well presented. The card was black and the details were printed in white silver and gold and sealed with a familiar logo. The Mishima's logo. Out of curiosity she flipped it over and read the caption. It was strange how excited she was at this kind of thing. She red it … "you are … beautiful … Mis …Mi …MISHIMA!!?" She was shocked "Kazuya …your still alive" Her proclamation was right! He did exist. She held his meishi to her heart as she stood up and frantically and desperately trying to look for him … but nowhere, long gone … not a trace. How could she not notice him? How could she? No! She shook her head. He has returned and that is all that matters, she thought. I must find him! And she knew of all places to look. She found her destiny she found him at last. That feeling of hollow and nothingness is once again for filled knowing that he is alive. She cherished the meishi knowing she might need is and in deed it will come in handy.
And…IT WILL!
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Lil' Miss: I don't know about you guys but ima getting sick of typing about Kazuya and how his life is soo screwed and Jun who is the pretty and the flawless one…. Man I still have to write about the second and third tourney! Dayum then there is the fourth… argh -_-' who's idea was this again? LOL, Oh and I noticed that I use the same vocab in every single chapter and I like to draw out every UN necessary detail before hitting the actual topic. So I decided to use japaness for your enjoyment! Enjoy! {Author's Note: yes one of these again, I just wanted to make a chapter that had the beginning of the relationship with Kaz and Jun, because I was always curious of what they get up to. More romance soon, oh and let me know who you want to pair up, I'm curious on what you guys think!}