A/n: I'm glad you who reviewed the story so far, liked it. It really makes
me happy to see people appreciate my work. Here is Chapter 3.
Chapter 3: A New Conflict Arises
The ship drifted gracefully along the sea currents. The fighters chatted lightly in the cabin. King had taken time to lay down for a nap on the bench. Marduk leaned against the wall, while sitting, also dozing off.
The sea breeze blew through his black hair gracefully. His eyes closing as he stared off at the front, ahead of them. They had been sailing for two days and he was getting anxious. Kazuya stood only in a pair of sweat pants and sandles. He ignored the cold wind beating against his body. His eyes sat closed, as he enjoyed the silence. But a sudden light thud alerted him and he snapped his eyes open, turning around. It was the youthful asian girl, that he had heard others call Ling and Xiao. She was bundled up nicely in sweat pants and a sweat shirt with a Nike symbol on the front. She looked at him with her hands crossed in front of her, and smiling.
"Hai?" He narrowed his eyes at her, a little annoyed, and crossed his arms, sneering some at her. The wind blew his hair in his face, giving him a more tough guyish look. He noticed that Xiaoyu had adverted her eyes to his chest, and he looked down himself, assuming she was looking at his scar. He grunted and looked back up at her. "What? Never seen a battle scar before?" And with that, he turned back to watch the ocean, just as the young woman spoke.
"You're name is Mishima isn't it. You're Heihachi Mishima's son..Kazuya." Her voice was soft and gentle as she spoke. Kazuya looked down some at the front of the boat, tearing through the water, not answering, but closed his eyes. Why did the girl have to remind him so early of the hatred he had for Heihachi when he wanted one last moment of peace? "And you have a son.." She continued, and Kazuya suddenly looked up as she spoke, "Kazama, Jin."
Kazuya looked over his right shoulder at her, eyes narrowed. "So, what of it?" To his despair, he saw the girl smile at him as she slowly ascended towards him and continued speaking.
"Is that why you're here? To find your long lost son? And reunite?" She stopped just as she reached in striking distance. Kazuya considered taking her out and throwing her body over the boat, but no, that would draw too much commotion. He swallowed his building rage and snorted.
"Yes..I do aim to find my son...and dispose of him along with Heihachi when I do." He narrowed his eyes and turned back to try and enjoy the view, but to his disappointment(and annoyment) Xiaoyu stayed.
"Dispose of? You mean kill him?!" Her voice was suddenly shocked and upset, one positive for Kazuya. He smirked to himself as she babbled on now. "How can you even think of killing your own son?! Your father, for committing his evil deeds yes, but why kill your own son who is innocent?!"
Kazuya chuckled. "I assure you, I have good cause."
"You are an ANIMAL!" Xiaoyu shouted the last word at the top of her lungs. Kazuya's eyes went wide as he suddenly spun around, seizing the little brat by her throat in his right hand and pulled her closer to him, and lifted her up to face level.
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Xiaoyu gasped as the large man grabbed her throat, and she kicked her feet when she was lifted. her thin hands gripped his large wrist as much as they could, she gagged and coughed from under his grip, but gasped at what she saw next. His normal brown eyes, were now solid red, and glowed, casting a gleam around his eyelids, in the darkness. She tried to scream but his grip was so tight it muffled it into another choke. She dangled there as he spoke, but this time in a tounge she didn't understand. Japanese, she thought, which she didn't know. Xiaoyu was Chinese. His voice had changed too. It was darker, and deeper, and more gutteral. Like an echoe that stayed in one place and didn't travel. He spoke for about a minute before he dropped her. She landed on her butt, clutching her throat and coughed loudly, trying to get her breath back and scrambled across the deck away from him, looking up as the red in his eyes faded, and they were brown again. She feared he would kill her next, but a jump of hope came to her when he heard a voice behind her.
"Xiao!"
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"Xiao!"
Kazuya looked up as the demon spirit receeded in him. Coming from the cabin was the young asian male. Dressed in camoflauge he was, with short red hair. He looked about 21. He ran over to the coughing girl and kneeled by her side, looking up at him.
"What the hell is wrong with you, man?!" He shouted at him, holding Xiaoyu close and stroked her hair as she wheezed and gasped into his chest. Kazuya narrowed his eyes and squeezed his fists shut.
"Listen here, 'boy'! Take your little whench and get out of my sight!" He took a step forward, which seemed to make the man shrink back, though the look of hatred stayed. He watched him help Xiaoyu up and guided her back to the cabin. He narrowed his eyes and grunted again, crossing his arms and turned back to the front, watching as now he saw a tiny glint of light in the distance. His glare turned into a dark, evil smile as he knew it was the island where the Zaibatsu rested. He envisioned the island as he last remembered it. It was like a private little town his father owned. There was the Zaibatsu headqaurters, a beach resort, a city that had a mall, airport and entertainment. Remembering, made him ponder why boat tickets were given instead of plane tickets. Maybe Heihachi needed some last minute preperations? Oh well, Kazuya didn't care about that. He cared about killing his father and his son. Another smirk came over his face as he remembered the most famous part of the island. The dojo in which his father used to train him in when he was only a child. Perhaps he would have the chance to end his quarrel with Heihachi there. The very thought made him smile even bigger. He could see it now. He had his father at his mercy in the middle of the dojo, where he dealt the final blow, killing him, dropping him next to the body of his son. Jin. Jin...Kazuya looked up as another thought came to him. What did his son look like? He had never actually seen him before. The spirit of the demon in him, told him he would know him when he saw him. Kazuya looked down as he smirked lightly, but that thought of glory was quickly interupted.
"Hey." The voice of the red headed army boy was behind him. Kazuya lowered his arms to his side and turned to see the fighter with a look of anger, standing a few feet away from him.
"What?" Kazuya said in mock surprise, mocking the man. This seemed to anger the man even more and he stuck a finger out as if to gesture to Kazuya.
"You listen to ME now you heartless son of a bitch. First of all, Ling isn't my 'whench' let alone even my girlfriend. But she's a close friend and I see her almost as a sister." He gritted his teeth, huffing a bit. "If you EVER, lay a hand on her again before this tournament, then I swear to God I'll--"
"You'll what?" Kazuya cut him off, suddenly walking at normal pace up to him until he was close enough to stare him down. "What is a little fool like you going to to?" He could see the fear of the man in his eyes and noticed his name tag on his army vest. "Hwoarang? An interesting name. I'm glad I got to learn it, before I kill you at the contest."
"I'll be the one, doing the killing big guy. I'll show you how to pick on people smaller than you, you pussy." Hwoarang stuck a finger in his chest and sneered up at Kazuya.
Kazuya chuckled and roughly jerked his finger up against Hwoarang's chin to shove him back as he gave a final word. "Tch..Kieru." And stepped back, to look back at the little light that indicated where the island was. He heard Hwoarang give a huff and storm back to the cabin, slamming the door. Kazuya re-crossed his arms and closed his eyes, smirking but remained alert of the outside world around him. They would be there soon, to the island. And he would be one step closer to his goal.
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Everything you say to me, takes me one step closer to the edge and I'm about to BREAK! I need a little room to breath, 'cause I'm one step closer to the edge and I'm about to BREAK!
Lol, sorry, that last line reminded me about the Linkin Park song. Anyway, there you are for Chapter 3. I'll try my best to get the 4th chapter up(if you want a 4th one) as soon as possible.
Chapter 3: A New Conflict Arises
The ship drifted gracefully along the sea currents. The fighters chatted lightly in the cabin. King had taken time to lay down for a nap on the bench. Marduk leaned against the wall, while sitting, also dozing off.
The sea breeze blew through his black hair gracefully. His eyes closing as he stared off at the front, ahead of them. They had been sailing for two days and he was getting anxious. Kazuya stood only in a pair of sweat pants and sandles. He ignored the cold wind beating against his body. His eyes sat closed, as he enjoyed the silence. But a sudden light thud alerted him and he snapped his eyes open, turning around. It was the youthful asian girl, that he had heard others call Ling and Xiao. She was bundled up nicely in sweat pants and a sweat shirt with a Nike symbol on the front. She looked at him with her hands crossed in front of her, and smiling.
"Hai?" He narrowed his eyes at her, a little annoyed, and crossed his arms, sneering some at her. The wind blew his hair in his face, giving him a more tough guyish look. He noticed that Xiaoyu had adverted her eyes to his chest, and he looked down himself, assuming she was looking at his scar. He grunted and looked back up at her. "What? Never seen a battle scar before?" And with that, he turned back to watch the ocean, just as the young woman spoke.
"You're name is Mishima isn't it. You're Heihachi Mishima's son..Kazuya." Her voice was soft and gentle as she spoke. Kazuya looked down some at the front of the boat, tearing through the water, not answering, but closed his eyes. Why did the girl have to remind him so early of the hatred he had for Heihachi when he wanted one last moment of peace? "And you have a son.." She continued, and Kazuya suddenly looked up as she spoke, "Kazama, Jin."
Kazuya looked over his right shoulder at her, eyes narrowed. "So, what of it?" To his despair, he saw the girl smile at him as she slowly ascended towards him and continued speaking.
"Is that why you're here? To find your long lost son? And reunite?" She stopped just as she reached in striking distance. Kazuya considered taking her out and throwing her body over the boat, but no, that would draw too much commotion. He swallowed his building rage and snorted.
"Yes..I do aim to find my son...and dispose of him along with Heihachi when I do." He narrowed his eyes and turned back to try and enjoy the view, but to his disappointment(and annoyment) Xiaoyu stayed.
"Dispose of? You mean kill him?!" Her voice was suddenly shocked and upset, one positive for Kazuya. He smirked to himself as she babbled on now. "How can you even think of killing your own son?! Your father, for committing his evil deeds yes, but why kill your own son who is innocent?!"
Kazuya chuckled. "I assure you, I have good cause."
"You are an ANIMAL!" Xiaoyu shouted the last word at the top of her lungs. Kazuya's eyes went wide as he suddenly spun around, seizing the little brat by her throat in his right hand and pulled her closer to him, and lifted her up to face level.
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Xiaoyu gasped as the large man grabbed her throat, and she kicked her feet when she was lifted. her thin hands gripped his large wrist as much as they could, she gagged and coughed from under his grip, but gasped at what she saw next. His normal brown eyes, were now solid red, and glowed, casting a gleam around his eyelids, in the darkness. She tried to scream but his grip was so tight it muffled it into another choke. She dangled there as he spoke, but this time in a tounge she didn't understand. Japanese, she thought, which she didn't know. Xiaoyu was Chinese. His voice had changed too. It was darker, and deeper, and more gutteral. Like an echoe that stayed in one place and didn't travel. He spoke for about a minute before he dropped her. She landed on her butt, clutching her throat and coughed loudly, trying to get her breath back and scrambled across the deck away from him, looking up as the red in his eyes faded, and they were brown again. She feared he would kill her next, but a jump of hope came to her when he heard a voice behind her.
"Xiao!"
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"Xiao!"
Kazuya looked up as the demon spirit receeded in him. Coming from the cabin was the young asian male. Dressed in camoflauge he was, with short red hair. He looked about 21. He ran over to the coughing girl and kneeled by her side, looking up at him.
"What the hell is wrong with you, man?!" He shouted at him, holding Xiaoyu close and stroked her hair as she wheezed and gasped into his chest. Kazuya narrowed his eyes and squeezed his fists shut.
"Listen here, 'boy'! Take your little whench and get out of my sight!" He took a step forward, which seemed to make the man shrink back, though the look of hatred stayed. He watched him help Xiaoyu up and guided her back to the cabin. He narrowed his eyes and grunted again, crossing his arms and turned back to the front, watching as now he saw a tiny glint of light in the distance. His glare turned into a dark, evil smile as he knew it was the island where the Zaibatsu rested. He envisioned the island as he last remembered it. It was like a private little town his father owned. There was the Zaibatsu headqaurters, a beach resort, a city that had a mall, airport and entertainment. Remembering, made him ponder why boat tickets were given instead of plane tickets. Maybe Heihachi needed some last minute preperations? Oh well, Kazuya didn't care about that. He cared about killing his father and his son. Another smirk came over his face as he remembered the most famous part of the island. The dojo in which his father used to train him in when he was only a child. Perhaps he would have the chance to end his quarrel with Heihachi there. The very thought made him smile even bigger. He could see it now. He had his father at his mercy in the middle of the dojo, where he dealt the final blow, killing him, dropping him next to the body of his son. Jin. Jin...Kazuya looked up as another thought came to him. What did his son look like? He had never actually seen him before. The spirit of the demon in him, told him he would know him when he saw him. Kazuya looked down as he smirked lightly, but that thought of glory was quickly interupted.
"Hey." The voice of the red headed army boy was behind him. Kazuya lowered his arms to his side and turned to see the fighter with a look of anger, standing a few feet away from him.
"What?" Kazuya said in mock surprise, mocking the man. This seemed to anger the man even more and he stuck a finger out as if to gesture to Kazuya.
"You listen to ME now you heartless son of a bitch. First of all, Ling isn't my 'whench' let alone even my girlfriend. But she's a close friend and I see her almost as a sister." He gritted his teeth, huffing a bit. "If you EVER, lay a hand on her again before this tournament, then I swear to God I'll--"
"You'll what?" Kazuya cut him off, suddenly walking at normal pace up to him until he was close enough to stare him down. "What is a little fool like you going to to?" He could see the fear of the man in his eyes and noticed his name tag on his army vest. "Hwoarang? An interesting name. I'm glad I got to learn it, before I kill you at the contest."
"I'll be the one, doing the killing big guy. I'll show you how to pick on people smaller than you, you pussy." Hwoarang stuck a finger in his chest and sneered up at Kazuya.
Kazuya chuckled and roughly jerked his finger up against Hwoarang's chin to shove him back as he gave a final word. "Tch..Kieru." And stepped back, to look back at the little light that indicated where the island was. He heard Hwoarang give a huff and storm back to the cabin, slamming the door. Kazuya re-crossed his arms and closed his eyes, smirking but remained alert of the outside world around him. They would be there soon, to the island. And he would be one step closer to his goal.
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Everything you say to me, takes me one step closer to the edge and I'm about to BREAK! I need a little room to breath, 'cause I'm one step closer to the edge and I'm about to BREAK!
Lol, sorry, that last line reminded me about the Linkin Park song. Anyway, there you are for Chapter 3. I'll try my best to get the 4th chapter up(if you want a 4th one) as soon as possible.
