Chapter Two ~
Diandra managed to get through lunch without yielding to the desire to do physical harm to Kazuya. Even though she acted civilly toward him, it did stop her from thinking about the many ways she could get to him. Kazuya merely smiled smugly at her whenever she looked his way, for he knew that he had Diandra backed against a wall. As long as they heeded the pact their fathers made, there was nothing she could do to stop him from using her docks without setting off a major mafia war. For the time being, she had to be on her best behavior in front of her uncle.
When lunch was finally over, Diandra kissed her uncle and left the office. Kazuya soon followed. Just as she stepped into an empty elevator, Kazuya put his hand between the closing doors to make them open again. "Ground floor, miss?" he asked as he pushed the lobby button.
"Go to hell, Mishima," she sneered at him. "That little trick you pulled last night was cute, real cute. I'm sure it took you a while to think that one up?"
"No, not really, San Gi," he smoothly replied. "It didn't take me very long to think that one up after you decided to bomb one of my limos. Fortunate for me it was empty."
"You lucky bastard," she mumbled under her breath. "Something told me that I have put the explosives under the second limo."
"Do you realize that you are a royal bitch?"
"Do you realize that you are the most sadistic, arrogant, son of a bitch that I have every met, Kazuya Mishima? In case you haven't noticed, I own this town, including this building. You came onto MY turf, my playground causing trouble. And it's gonna get worse the more you insist on violating my rules of order."
Kazuya smiled sardonically at Diandra as he pushed the 'stop' button. He then cornered her on against the back of the elevator and whispered in a low, almost seductive voice, "Perhaps you are right about owning everything, my dear Diandra. But I must warn you, I don't response well to threats, especially petty ones."
"Oh, how quickly we forget the past, Mishima," she retorted. "Don't forget that it was I who convinced the SOA that it was for their own good to spare your life." ('Society of Assassins'). "You don't know badly the members of the SOA board wanted you dead, including me. I would have profited greatly from your death, Mishima."
Kazuya's blood began to boil at a dangerous rate as he stared down his rival. "It would give you great pleasure to see me dead, would it, Diandra?" he asked in an almost demonic tone.
"It would be pure bliss."
He gritted his teeth for several tense moments for the temptation to knock her lights out was almost too much for Kazuya to bear. In fact, he just wanted to strangle her for all the trouble she had caused him in the past; this included calling the Japanese authorities on him. She smile sarcastically at him and said, "What's the matter, Mishmash, cat's got your tongue?" Before Diandra realized what was happening, she turned her head to the side just as Kazuya drove a punch right into the metal wall of the elevator. The sound of the impact sounded like the roll of loud thunder during a bad storm.
Kazuya had a possessed look in his eyes when his gaze returned to the mob princess. "Consider that a warning, San Gi," he said to her. "Next time, I won't miss." Just then the elevator doors opened on the lobby level and he walked out like nothing happened. Diandra was slumped against the wall in shock. The sound his hand made when it connected to the metal haunted her mind as she caught her breath. Even though she didn't want to admit it, Kazuya had scared the living daylights out of her. After gathering her wits, she stepped off the elevator just as Tony came up to her.
"Are you alright, boss?" he asked, "Cause you're white as a ghost."
"Look at the wall of the elevator." Before the doors were fully closed, the two managed to get a look at the large, shallow dent left by Kazuya's fist. Diandra shuttered with the thought that it could have been her face.
"Sweet mother of Jesus, what the hell did you say to him?"
"My usual shtick, and let's just it didn't go over too well with him. Thank goodness it wasn't my face his fist connected with; better the wall than my face. Oh and Tony, if you breath a word of this to anyone, I will have you're ass on a silver platter." Without another word, Tony followed Diandra out of SG Pharmaceuticals and into the waiting limo outside.
~~~?~~~
Kazuya wasn't in the talking mood when he got back to the Tekken Zaibatsu's New York office. Sensing that their boss was seething about something, most of the employees stayed out of his way as he went up to his high-rise office. Before he went inside, he instructed his secretary that he was not to be disturbed for any reason. After closing the heavy black lacquer door behind him, Kazuya sat down in his exec chair turning it so that he could look out the window. His hand was throbbing like mad with pain. Looking down at it, he noticed that it was beginning to turn an ugly shade of purple. The bruising and pain didn't bother him too much for he had taken worst from his father. After years of being beaten by the elder Mishima, he was used to the pain and bruising any fight or punch may have left on his body.
San Giacomo had some nerve pissing him off on that elevator. If only he had her alone in a room, then she would have really caught hell from him. 'She had that coming to her,' he thought as he gently prodded his bruised hand. 'Next time the bitch decides to piss me off, she will surely get everything she deserves. And I don't give a damn if it messes up that lovely face of hers. All I know is that I will be the one to ruin it. She asked for it and I will give it to her.'
~~~?~~~
Later that afternoon, Diandra smoked a Cuban cigar after she got off a conference call with some of her associates. The Mishima Syndicate was already becoming more trouble than she had originally thought for some of her contacts in Milan, Italy said that Mishima's friends were setting up shop in that city. She practically owned all the warehouses in Milan. The one thing that puzzled her the most was why he moving some of his operations to Italy? He knew the Italians would not tolerate a Japanese businessman moving into their districts, unless he paid them all off handsomely. 'The bastard always seems to get his way,' she said to herself as she flicked some of the cigar ashes into a black granite ashtray. 'Of all the bastards and b***hes in the world, HE has to be the one crocking up my ass.' She took a deep drag off her cigar then blew out a large smoke ring. After putting it out in the tray, she grabbed another one from the cedar box from her desk, clipped the end, and then lit it as Tony walked into the room. He was a bit taken aback to see his boss smoking a cigar. He knew she disliked cigarettes, but cigars? The sight puzzled him.
"Relax, Tony," she muttered as she flicked a few ashes into the ashtray. "I don't smoke cigars on a regular basis. I only do it when I am serious pissed about something. Want one?"
"Cuban cigars?"
"Only the finest for the belladonna of the Mafia, help yourself," she said, motioning to the cigar box on her desk. "A gift from a contact of mine in Cuba." She then leaned back in her chair and put her bare feet on top of the desk. Tony clipped his and lit it before he sat down in one of the chairs across from Diandra.
"You sent for me, boss?"
"Yeah, I came up with a way to tell Mishmash thank for the 'lovely' present he left for me in the warehouse the last night. Have you ever heard of 'Golden Dragon Enterprises'?"
"Uh-uh, they're a bunch of warehouses located in Chinatown. Rumor around there have that Mishima made the previous owner 'disappear' in order to claim them. Why?"
"Because I have a job for you and the boys to do for me; I want you all to blow up the one located on Shanghai Avenue. I heard he had a stash stored there and I want whatever is stored there burned to a crisp. I'll sleep easier tonight knowing that I wreaked some havoc on his life, you know what I mean?"
"Sure, when do you want it done?"
"Tonight while I'm at Uncle Benicio's party at the Four Seasons. I promised him that I would be there; and that was before I before I found out Mishmash would be there."
"It's as good as done."
"Excellent, now get out of my sight. I have things to do before I get ready for the party tonight. Go on now; get out of here before I wreaked havoc in your life."
"Yes, ma'am," he said as he quickly got up from his seat and went out the office. Diandra then turned the chair around to face the cathedral window. The New York skyline was visible from her office and the awesome sight of the skyscrapers and the George Washington Bridge never failed to impress her. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she blew out another large smoke ring. Being the head of a major crime family was not the easiest job in the world, better yet, being a Mafia princess wasn't an easy job. But in the often times brutal worlds of the mafia and yakuza, you had to make choices and decisions that can affect the way one is viewed by their peers. And Diandra had already established herself as one of the most brutal, ruthless crime lords ever to head the San Giacomo crime family. She had showed them all that she wasn't taking any stuff from anybody, including relatives. After all, she personally had silenced one of her cousins after he threaten to turn her over to the FBI after she refused to give him money. He was now sleeping with the fishes at the bottom of the Atlantic. Needless to say, no else had dared to challenge her authority as mob boss.
She put out the half-smoked cigar and sighed deeply as she turned to look at the clock on her desk. She had three hours before she had to get ready to go to her uncle's party. A sinister smile came to her lips when she thought of her plans for that night. This party was going to be a blast, literally.
Diandra managed to get through lunch without yielding to the desire to do physical harm to Kazuya. Even though she acted civilly toward him, it did stop her from thinking about the many ways she could get to him. Kazuya merely smiled smugly at her whenever she looked his way, for he knew that he had Diandra backed against a wall. As long as they heeded the pact their fathers made, there was nothing she could do to stop him from using her docks without setting off a major mafia war. For the time being, she had to be on her best behavior in front of her uncle.
When lunch was finally over, Diandra kissed her uncle and left the office. Kazuya soon followed. Just as she stepped into an empty elevator, Kazuya put his hand between the closing doors to make them open again. "Ground floor, miss?" he asked as he pushed the lobby button.
"Go to hell, Mishima," she sneered at him. "That little trick you pulled last night was cute, real cute. I'm sure it took you a while to think that one up?"
"No, not really, San Gi," he smoothly replied. "It didn't take me very long to think that one up after you decided to bomb one of my limos. Fortunate for me it was empty."
"You lucky bastard," she mumbled under her breath. "Something told me that I have put the explosives under the second limo."
"Do you realize that you are a royal bitch?"
"Do you realize that you are the most sadistic, arrogant, son of a bitch that I have every met, Kazuya Mishima? In case you haven't noticed, I own this town, including this building. You came onto MY turf, my playground causing trouble. And it's gonna get worse the more you insist on violating my rules of order."
Kazuya smiled sardonically at Diandra as he pushed the 'stop' button. He then cornered her on against the back of the elevator and whispered in a low, almost seductive voice, "Perhaps you are right about owning everything, my dear Diandra. But I must warn you, I don't response well to threats, especially petty ones."
"Oh, how quickly we forget the past, Mishima," she retorted. "Don't forget that it was I who convinced the SOA that it was for their own good to spare your life." ('Society of Assassins'). "You don't know badly the members of the SOA board wanted you dead, including me. I would have profited greatly from your death, Mishima."
Kazuya's blood began to boil at a dangerous rate as he stared down his rival. "It would give you great pleasure to see me dead, would it, Diandra?" he asked in an almost demonic tone.
"It would be pure bliss."
He gritted his teeth for several tense moments for the temptation to knock her lights out was almost too much for Kazuya to bear. In fact, he just wanted to strangle her for all the trouble she had caused him in the past; this included calling the Japanese authorities on him. She smile sarcastically at him and said, "What's the matter, Mishmash, cat's got your tongue?" Before Diandra realized what was happening, she turned her head to the side just as Kazuya drove a punch right into the metal wall of the elevator. The sound of the impact sounded like the roll of loud thunder during a bad storm.
Kazuya had a possessed look in his eyes when his gaze returned to the mob princess. "Consider that a warning, San Gi," he said to her. "Next time, I won't miss." Just then the elevator doors opened on the lobby level and he walked out like nothing happened. Diandra was slumped against the wall in shock. The sound his hand made when it connected to the metal haunted her mind as she caught her breath. Even though she didn't want to admit it, Kazuya had scared the living daylights out of her. After gathering her wits, she stepped off the elevator just as Tony came up to her.
"Are you alright, boss?" he asked, "Cause you're white as a ghost."
"Look at the wall of the elevator." Before the doors were fully closed, the two managed to get a look at the large, shallow dent left by Kazuya's fist. Diandra shuttered with the thought that it could have been her face.
"Sweet mother of Jesus, what the hell did you say to him?"
"My usual shtick, and let's just it didn't go over too well with him. Thank goodness it wasn't my face his fist connected with; better the wall than my face. Oh and Tony, if you breath a word of this to anyone, I will have you're ass on a silver platter." Without another word, Tony followed Diandra out of SG Pharmaceuticals and into the waiting limo outside.
~~~?~~~
Kazuya wasn't in the talking mood when he got back to the Tekken Zaibatsu's New York office. Sensing that their boss was seething about something, most of the employees stayed out of his way as he went up to his high-rise office. Before he went inside, he instructed his secretary that he was not to be disturbed for any reason. After closing the heavy black lacquer door behind him, Kazuya sat down in his exec chair turning it so that he could look out the window. His hand was throbbing like mad with pain. Looking down at it, he noticed that it was beginning to turn an ugly shade of purple. The bruising and pain didn't bother him too much for he had taken worst from his father. After years of being beaten by the elder Mishima, he was used to the pain and bruising any fight or punch may have left on his body.
San Giacomo had some nerve pissing him off on that elevator. If only he had her alone in a room, then she would have really caught hell from him. 'She had that coming to her,' he thought as he gently prodded his bruised hand. 'Next time the bitch decides to piss me off, she will surely get everything she deserves. And I don't give a damn if it messes up that lovely face of hers. All I know is that I will be the one to ruin it. She asked for it and I will give it to her.'
~~~?~~~
Later that afternoon, Diandra smoked a Cuban cigar after she got off a conference call with some of her associates. The Mishima Syndicate was already becoming more trouble than she had originally thought for some of her contacts in Milan, Italy said that Mishima's friends were setting up shop in that city. She practically owned all the warehouses in Milan. The one thing that puzzled her the most was why he moving some of his operations to Italy? He knew the Italians would not tolerate a Japanese businessman moving into their districts, unless he paid them all off handsomely. 'The bastard always seems to get his way,' she said to herself as she flicked some of the cigar ashes into a black granite ashtray. 'Of all the bastards and b***hes in the world, HE has to be the one crocking up my ass.' She took a deep drag off her cigar then blew out a large smoke ring. After putting it out in the tray, she grabbed another one from the cedar box from her desk, clipped the end, and then lit it as Tony walked into the room. He was a bit taken aback to see his boss smoking a cigar. He knew she disliked cigarettes, but cigars? The sight puzzled him.
"Relax, Tony," she muttered as she flicked a few ashes into the ashtray. "I don't smoke cigars on a regular basis. I only do it when I am serious pissed about something. Want one?"
"Cuban cigars?"
"Only the finest for the belladonna of the Mafia, help yourself," she said, motioning to the cigar box on her desk. "A gift from a contact of mine in Cuba." She then leaned back in her chair and put her bare feet on top of the desk. Tony clipped his and lit it before he sat down in one of the chairs across from Diandra.
"You sent for me, boss?"
"Yeah, I came up with a way to tell Mishmash thank for the 'lovely' present he left for me in the warehouse the last night. Have you ever heard of 'Golden Dragon Enterprises'?"
"Uh-uh, they're a bunch of warehouses located in Chinatown. Rumor around there have that Mishima made the previous owner 'disappear' in order to claim them. Why?"
"Because I have a job for you and the boys to do for me; I want you all to blow up the one located on Shanghai Avenue. I heard he had a stash stored there and I want whatever is stored there burned to a crisp. I'll sleep easier tonight knowing that I wreaked some havoc on his life, you know what I mean?"
"Sure, when do you want it done?"
"Tonight while I'm at Uncle Benicio's party at the Four Seasons. I promised him that I would be there; and that was before I before I found out Mishmash would be there."
"It's as good as done."
"Excellent, now get out of my sight. I have things to do before I get ready for the party tonight. Go on now; get out of here before I wreaked havoc in your life."
"Yes, ma'am," he said as he quickly got up from his seat and went out the office. Diandra then turned the chair around to face the cathedral window. The New York skyline was visible from her office and the awesome sight of the skyscrapers and the George Washington Bridge never failed to impress her. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she blew out another large smoke ring. Being the head of a major crime family was not the easiest job in the world, better yet, being a Mafia princess wasn't an easy job. But in the often times brutal worlds of the mafia and yakuza, you had to make choices and decisions that can affect the way one is viewed by their peers. And Diandra had already established herself as one of the most brutal, ruthless crime lords ever to head the San Giacomo crime family. She had showed them all that she wasn't taking any stuff from anybody, including relatives. After all, she personally had silenced one of her cousins after he threaten to turn her over to the FBI after she refused to give him money. He was now sleeping with the fishes at the bottom of the Atlantic. Needless to say, no else had dared to challenge her authority as mob boss.
She put out the half-smoked cigar and sighed deeply as she turned to look at the clock on her desk. She had three hours before she had to get ready to go to her uncle's party. A sinister smile came to her lips when she thought of her plans for that night. This party was going to be a blast, literally.