Chapter 1:  Kidnapped

Heihachi and Saeko entered the HQ, only to be greeted by a group of other men, all of them dressed in black tuxedos, white shirts and black ties.  "Where's the boss?"  Heihachi asked, by now calm again.  One of the other men pointed towards a large metal door; Heihachi thanked him and walked over, knocking.  "Boss?"  "Come in."  A low, husky voice came.  Heihachi opened the door and entered the room.  Sitting in a comfortable chair, with her back to him, a middle-aged blonde woman sat; on first glance, she could easily pass as being a man, but if anyone looked closer, it became clear that she was female.  Now, the blonde slowly turned her chair around until she faced the tall scarred man.  "Heihachi."  She spoke thoughtfully, looking at him with raised eyebrows.  Heihachi slightly bowed.  "Haruka."  The blonde pointed to the screen of the laptop that stood next to her.  "I found a girl fitting your description."  She spoke, her voice as cold as ice.  "Is this her?"  Heihachi looked at the photo and nodded.  "Yes.  I'm impressed, boss."  Haruka gave him a lopsided smile.  "I'll take that as a compliment.  Anyway ... her name is Michiru Kaioh.  She lives on Higarashi Street, House 25, Door 129."  Heihachi scribbled the address down, his grin widening while he wrote.  "Shall we kill her, boss?"  He asked as soon as he was done writing, looking at Haruka expectingly.  Much to his surprise, the blonde shook her head.  "No. I want you to drive over there with Saeko, kidnap her and bring her here."  Heihachi's eyes widened.  "Bring her here?  Are you sure that is a good idea?"  Haruka looked at him, her brows furrowed slowly.  "Do you want to question my authority, Heihachi?"  The blonde finally asked, pressing the words out between clenched teeth.  "N-no ..." Heihachi stammered, taking a step back.  "Of course not ..."  "Good."  Haruka spoke, her features relaxing.  "Take Saeko then and get the girl.  And don't even think about taking advantage of her until I allow it.  Is that clear?"  Heihachi nodded, slowly backing out of the room and closing the door behind him.  "Saeko!"  He then called out for his partner, who immediately came running by.  "What it is?"  The smaller man asked, panting a little from his run.  "I got the address of the chick who listened to us today.  Boss says we shall go and bring her here."  Saeko's eyes widened.  "Go there and get her?  Is that a good idea?"  Heihachi shrugged.  "That's what I asked too, and Haruka nearly squeezed my balls.  Let's just do it."  Saeko nodded, and the two men quickly hurried over to where they had their car parked.

The same time, Michiru sat in her apartment, crying and sobbing into the receiver of her phone.  "David ... you gotta believe me, they want to kill you!"  "Listen, darling, they probably were talking about somebody else.  Why should anyone want to kill me?"  David replied, slightly impatient.  "Somebody else!  How many men named David Westwood live in Japan do you know?"  Michiru cried out, her worry getting the better of her.  "I will call the police!"  She then added, hoping that David would agree.  "No way!"  He yelled at her instead, causing her to flinch.  "There is no need for police in this case, okay?  Just calm down and ..."  Michiru stopped listening to her boyfriend's talk when her doorbell rang; the aqua-haired girl flinched with fear, before she told David about the visitor and hung up the phone.  Slowly, the aqua-haired girl walked over to the door, flinching again when somebody pounded against it.  "This is the police!  Open the door!"  A deep male voice then came, and Michiru let out a sigh, totally forgetting about the fact that she hadn't called the cops yet.  Quickly, she unlocked the door and opened it, and in the next second, a cold hand pressed itself over her mouth while a second one grabbed her wrists, holding them.  Michiru let out a shocked, muffled scream when the man, who had grabbed her, pushed her back into the apartment, the smaller one who had been standing behind him entering too and closing the door.  "Remember us, Honey?"  Michiru's eyes fell on the long scar that marked the taller man's face, and her eyes widened in fear.  She started to struggle frantically when the second, smaller guy pulled a long strand of rope from his pocket, along with a roll of duct tape.  The two men simply ignored the struggles of the aqua-haired girl and tied her hands behind her back with speed that showed their experience when it came to this.  As soon as Michiru's wrists were securely tied, the smaller guy tore a long strip of duct tape from the roll, pasting it over her lips.  Michiru softly started to sob when the two men dragged her out of her apartment and over to the black car they had parked in front of the house.  They pushed her in, climbed in themselves and drove off.

After almost one hour of driving, the car came to a stop in front of an old factory building in the outskirts of Tokyo.  Heihachi and Saeko roughly grabbed Michiru's arms, pulling her out of the car.  The aqua-haired girl let out a small whimper when she stumbled and fell to her knees, only to be dragged along with the kidnappers, her feet drawing two lines into the dusty ground.  The men walked into the huge building, not paying attention to the other men inside who whistled and made dirty comments about Michiru, and finally stopped in front of a huge metal door, knocking on it.  "Yeah?"  A low, husky voice called out, the taller guy opened the door and in the next second Michiru found herself lying at the feet of a tall blonde woman looking down on her.  "Well, well."  The blonde now spoke, "if this isn't Michiru Kaioh.  Welcome to the Yakuza hideout of Tokyo, Kaioh-san."