A New Beginning
Chapter 5: Making a Quick Escape
Lee kept sighing repeatedly to himself as he graced various parts of the room,
suitcase in hand, gathering his things. The rooms were still darkened with only
a hint of light gleaming in through the rain drenched windows at this time. It
would be dawn soon, in less than two hours, and the rain had started up yet
again.
Kazuya sat silently on the leather couch as Lee gathered his things, not once
taking his eyes off of him whenever he was in the main room and in his view.
Chaolan was silent the whole while, and he had noticed that Kazuya's gaze never
once left him, for every time he glanced up at him, Kazuya's eyes met his… He
chose to ignore this though. Lee was still nothing short of overwhelmed by all
of this. It was like a dream, or as if it just wasn't quite reality. All of
those years ago, he had gotten over the tournament, over his broken life and
past, over Kazuya's death… It took time, but he had simply forgotten it all.
He'd forgotten his past, the art of fighting, his so-called 'father', and of
course, Kazuya all together… But now, it was all swinging back at him,
like a tidal wave he couldn't
escape…
Lee was kneeling down on the floor as he quickly folded his clothes and placed
them neatly in the suitcase, glancing up at Kazuya as their eyes met once
again.
"You know, you don't necessarily have to pack everything in here," Kazuya
smirked.
Lee just sighed yet again in response. "Oh, so are you really in that big
a hurry? I myself would have figured you to be the kind to 'wait' a little bit
longer." Lee spoke in a shallow tone as he looked away and continued
packing.
"I already explained to you once." Kazuya simply replied, in a tone
devoid of any expression, as usual…
Lee's glance shot up as he harshly slammed down the lid to his suitcase
and stood up. "No, Kazuya, you didn't explain to me." Lee hissed through his
dark purple tendrils.
A brief silence took account of them as the room was filled with a brief
flash of lightning from outside, until Kazuya decided to speak up once more. "No
Lee, what you mean is, why didn't I inform
you."
Lee was silent. Of course that's what he meant. But would he admit this,
or would his arrogance get in the way just as it always had his whole life? Lee
brought his unrelenting gaze up from the floor and back to Kazuya as he was
about to speak, until Kazuya suddenly held his hand up, instructing
silence…
"What is it?" Lee asked, a bewildered expression
on his face.
Kazuya remained silent for a few more seconds, until- "Someone's
coming."
*~*~*
The elevator doors parted, as a few soldiers stepped
out, guns in hand. The Tekken Force was on their way to none other than the
exquisite penthouse at the end of the deserted hall.
"This is it," one of the men silently whispered,
"121B."
Another one of the men stepped toward the door. "Ready, one,
two, three!" He kicked the door straight in, as they rushed in to fill
the room, only, it seemed deserted… It was completely silent, and nearly pitch dark within the confines of the room.
"Maybe he's not here?" One of the soldiers suggested.
"You heard Heihachi's orders, we have to search
the entire premises before we can be sure."
The six of them began to spread out within the dimly lit penthouse. Two
of them then entered to search the confines of the rather large
bedroom.
"Hey Chun?" One of them asked as he fumbled with
the light switch. The other man turned.
"What is it?"
"Why the hell are none of the light switches
working, and look at this," He turned toward the lamp that neighboured along
side the bed and lifted the shade, "There's not even a bulb in
here."
"Weird…" The other Tekkenshu replied, "We can't be too careful though,
you remember what happened to the others over at G-Corporation a few months
back…"
"Oh yeah," The other nodded in remembrance, "That was supposedly when one
man brought down over twenty people."
"Yea, but 'old' man Heihachi still got em' in
the end, huh?" The man mockingly laughed as he paced over, flashlight shining
brightly in hand as he reached out to open the closet door. "Hey, didn't ya-." The soldier had turned around to see none other than
Kazuya Mishima, who had apparently just trampled the other member of the Tekken
Force to the ground in that split second…The man's eyes widened in fear. He knew
who this was…
"You're—." But before he could say anything more, the closet door behind
him swiftly flung open as Lee Chaolan launched a fierce kick from the inside of
the pitch black closet. He sent the man flying clear across the room, as Kazuya
slammed him down to the floor with his raised fist before the soldier ever had a
chance to hit the opposing wall… Lee then stepped out.
"You were supposed to let him open the door!"
Just then, the rest of the present Tekken Force, who had no doubt heard
the loud crashes and raised voices from the neighbouring room, began to
enter.
"Great," Lee rolled his eyes as the four men entered.
The man in front glared straight at Lee. "You're coming with us 'Violet',
or should I say… Mr. Lee Chaolan!" He spoke mockingly, but then noted the other
man standing further back in the darkened room.
"Holy shit, its Heihachi's other son! They're both here!" He then raised
his gun in the air as an evil smile crept to his face. Heihachi would have to
give them all a large sum of cash after this. "Hands up,
now!"
Lee stepped forward, his fist raised, as Kazuya began to stomp forward himself. As the men's eyes briefly turned toward Kazuya, this
was the distraction Chaolan needed to get the soldier in front of him with a
lightning-fast low sweep, sending him to the floor beneath them. Kazuya had
reached the others by this time, and as two of them raised their guns in the
air, ready to fire, Kazuya took his hands and grabbed both of the guns by their
ends, swiftly jerking them up toward the ceiling as they went
off.
In no time, Kazuya had sent both of them into silent figures laying unconscious
on the floor, as Lee who was a few feet away, did a couple of his well-known
silver whips and soon had the other two soldiers down in no time flat as
well.
Lee turned around toward Kazuya as he motioned dusting off his hands.
"Piece of cake."
Kazuya grinned ever so slightly as he shook his head. "We need to hurry
and get out of here before more of them arrive."
Lee arched a brow beneath his thick dark tendrils of hair. "And what
makes you so sure that there are more of them on the way at this
moment?"
Kazuya then kneeled down and forcefully jerked one of the fallen
soldier's helmets off and held it in the air, as he simply pointed toward the
small camera engraved in the material.
"Damn…" Lee spoke as he heard this, "It looks like- Ahh!!"
It now appeared that one of the soldiers lying on the floor that Lee had just
fought, wasn't quite out as he had believed him to be… The soldier in turn, got
a nice shot at the back of Lee's calf with a small dagger he held in his
grasp.
It wasn't terribly bad, so Lee hastily turned around in less than one second
later, and stomped down right on his face. He then looked up at Kazuya. It
wasn't… concern he saw in his dark brown eyes…? But before anything could
be said, Lee quickly spoke up.
"Come on, this is our chance to get
out!"
Kazuya nodded in response. Lee in turn grabbed no more than his lab top, a small
bag, and his keys off of the rosewood desk before sprinting straight out (Or
should he say over), the door as Kazuya followed close behind. Lee sure was glad
that the halls were clear of people at this time as he headed down the end of
the hall toward the elevators. Before he could press the down button, however,
he suddenly felt Kazuya firmly grasp his wrist to stop him.
"What are you doing?" Lee asked as he tried to free his
hand.
"We're taking the stairs." Kazuya spoke before leading Chaolan toward the
door which led to the stairs. Kazuya did have a good point though; the elevators
wouldn't be the best idea due to the amount of people, and possibly more of the
Tekken Force, that would be in the lobby. So yes, the stairs was definitely the
better alternative. Kazuya was leading the way now, as he and Chaolan both made
their way down the long flights of stairs, and eventually down to the first
floor.
*~*~*
Heihachi Mishima sat timidly in front of the monitors. He had seen the whole
thing… He would have sent more men into the hotel in the first place, had he of
known Kazuya would have been there as well… Though, now Heihachi felt rather
absent minded in not considering how likely it really was in the first place.
Just then, one of his Tekken Force Generals walked in with some more
reports.
"I have more of the reports on the fighters here sir." The man spoke as
he handed Heihachi the folder. Heihachi accepted it before instructing the
general to look up at the monitors.
"Look at this. Absolutely despicable!" Heihachi
spat in his face, "I can see that I made need a better, tougher force to take
care of my 'two''sons."
The general almost gulped at the sound of harsh sternness in Heihachi's voice as
his brows furrowed at the same time. He had only heard of one son, which was
Kazuya. Everyone in the force knew who he was by now, and Jin. But he had never
seen nor heard of the other man before…
"Two?" The general
asked.
"That's right. Lee is actually my 'adopted' son. Beautiful, isn't he?
That's why I picked him. To create even more of a burning
hatred within Kazuya than was already present, along with jealously. I
spoiled Lee in giving him everything he ever wanted, while Kazuya was cast into
the shadows and endured nothing but pain and suffering. Little Chaolan also had
the most beautiful girls swarming all around, while I don't think Kazuya was
even spoken to by one. But, even though Lee did well in fitting his purpose of
igniting even more hatred within my son, I think he may have… ignited something
else along with it at the same time…" Heihachi grinned as he said
this.
The general was well, still rather puzzled at all of this, but he chose not to
say anything. One wrong word to Heihachi could be your
last…
Heihachi took the folder in hand as he went over to sit down once more at one of
his many desks. "You may go now, and await my orders until further
notice."
As he opened the folder, he saw the results of some of the fighter interviews
which had all turned out negative, but then he began to think that maybe it
would be his day after all. There were photographs of the subway where an ambush
of some sort had taken place earlier around two. There were pictures of dead
military officers, as well as a massive dent up in the ceiling. Heihachi figured
it was Jin, due to the fact that he had already determined that Kazuya was
already with Lee at this time, so it couldn't have been him. He just didn't
expect this of Jin Kazama. What could possibly have driven him to do this…? He
knew that what had before was in the soul purpose to avenge his mother's death
whom had been the only one he had ever loved. Was he, perhaps, now avenging
someone else? Heihachi looked at even more of the photographs to see the fallen
bodies. However, he came across one photograph which had a small pool of blood
that stained the floor, however no body laid anywhere near it…
"Hmm," He thought to himself before picking up the telephone placed
neatly on his desk, "Hello, you're still there right? Good. I'm looking at one
of the photographs I was sent. The ID number is 352. Yes, that's the one. I want
a blood type analysis and the results of it as soon as possible." Heihachi then
slammed down the phone as he smiled, evilly… before looking once more up at the
monitors.
He saw the way Kazuya was looking at Lee, and the way Lee was at Kazuya for that
matter. He had actually noticed this many years back. If his suspicions were
proven to be right, maybe this could be of use to him… Even though Lee was an
outstanding fighter, he would be much easier to capture than Kazuya himself.
Maybe Lee could be use as an efficient tool later on in capturing the one whose
devil gene he desired so. Yes, he would order the Tekken Force to temporarily
let them escape for the time being, and see what unfolds later on. Heihachi
snickered to himself.
"Lee may now know the truth of how Kazuya switched the matches all of
those years ago so it wouldn't be he who fought me… But, I doubt Kazuya let him
know that the one Lee was in fact switched with, was none other than Jun
Kazama…"
*~*~*
"This way," Kazuya said as he opened the nearest exit to reveal the fancy
underground parking lot to their eyes. Kazuya then began to run again, obviously
knowing what he was heading for to be running that fast. He was heading toward
Lee's red interior, white Honda parked over at the wall toward their left in the
massive lot. He kept running, but noticed that Lee had begun to gradually slow
down since he had started. No less, they both made it to the car in one
piece.
Lee looked up, a little short of breath. "How did you know…that this was
my car? And where it was parked…for that
matter?"
Kazuya merely smirked. "I knew where to find you, didn't
I?"
Lee didn't feel like arguing over this for the time being, so he simply sighed
as he got out his keys and headed over to the drivers side, which when it came
to his car, was on the left. But before he could even reach to unlock the door,
Kazuya stepped in front of him.
"There's no way you're driving like that," Kazuya spoke both firmly, and
seriously.
Lee saw that Kazuya was gesturing his glance down toward the cemented floor, so
he did the same. There was blood seeping from the interior of his dark leather
pants and onto the ground. That cut had gotten him a little better than he had
originally thought…
"It's nothing. Now move out of the
way."
Lee waited a few more seconds for Kazuya to move, but he didn't and just folded
his arms, this time gesturing his glance back over Chaolan's shoulder to where
they had just come from a moment ago. Lee went a head and turned around, only to
see that he had left a small, speckled trail of blood behind him. Before he
could turn back around, Kazuya snatched the keys straight from Lee's left hand,
and unlocked the door to sit down in the driver's seat for himself. Lee
immediately turned back with a disapproving eye…
"Fine! But I sure hope you know what you're doing," Lee spoke sternly as
he went around to the passengers' side and got in. "Damn, now this is going to
stain."
Kazuya half-smiled as he turned his glance toward
Chaolan, "Lee, the interior's 'red'."
Smart-ass… Lee
thought to himself as they pulled out of the driveway. Lee also figured that
Kazuya didn't have too much experience behind the wheel. He knew he himself
hadn't for a while. They had both been brought up and gotten use to
limos.
Lee sighed, slightly in pain as he turned his gaze toward Kazuya once
more. "So, where are we going now?"
Kazuya looked back, and then down. "You know, you really need to do
something about that."
Lee sneered in response. "Why, it's not like you give a damn anyway. Now
answer me, where are we going?"
"To another hotel that's not here, I would think," Kazuya replied
seriously as they exited the parking lot and made it out to the main streets. A
woman at the exit had instructed them to stop, most likely for payment, but
Kazuya did no such thing and just exited the underground lot.
"What are you trying to do, get us killed?" Lee asked as they headed down
one of the main streets of Tokyo.
Kazuya just stared straight ahead and didn't respond, as Lee sighed yet again.
At this time, Lee opened the compartment in front of him to remove some tissue.
He then attempted rolling up the leather down at his left leg, but found it
harder than he had originally thought, due to the fact that the pants were a
tight fit. As he pressed the tissue, which wasn't too much help, to the cut on
the back of his leg, he turned his glance back toward Kazuya's face, as his eyes
widened slightly. The sun was beginning to rise, and until now, Lee hadn't
realized how scarred up Kazuya really was. His arms… his chest… his face… were
covered in them. What had Heihachi done…?
Lee suddenly found Kazuya glancing back at him. The usual serious
expression, from what Lee could remember, on his face.
"I don't like your hair like that," He seriously spoke before
turning his gaze back to the street ahead.
Lee bit back a chuckle at this. Most likely due to the
fact that he had begun to miss his silver hair himself.
"I'm going to change it back as soon as I have the chance," Lee said as
he stared at him. No matter how scarred, Kazuya was still truly a vision to
behold…
"Good," Kazuya simply replied, "Maybe then we can get started on finding
my son…"
Lee smiled slightly, "And my nephew…"
A/N: I'll finish the next chapter that goes back to Jin and Hwoarang as soon as I can, (Sigh) More school of course. Later on, these two stories will eventually merge more into one.
