Dense air, hot breath, bright sun, it was all part of summer, but he would have never imagined fighting his son... at the beach. Why was he there anyway? He had no interest in sand or ocean, much less being around idiot people. Kazuya wiped the thick blood from his lower lip with his tongue and spat sideways, into the sand. There was just something about the look on Jin's face that caused a strange emotion to well up inside of him. It was far too different to be rage or hate, but he wouldn't have dared to call it 'love'. Kazuya almost cackled at the absurdness of that blasphemous world running through his head. Even if it was just once. Jin tensed and at that moment, Kazuya could feel it, and Jin knew. Was he scared?
The cool breeze picked up and the ocean sound of waves crashing gently onto the shore was overrun by the loud and obnoxious onlookers. Why had he come here again? Thinking-no-knowing there would be no way to avoid the curious idiots that multiplied like rabbits right there on the spot. Kazuya mentally sighed, this is why 'isolation' is the best ipifimy to happen to humanity since the invention of sneakers. Jin took a step back and slowly shifted his weight. Considering the boy's only clothes were his gloves and those gawd-awful flamed swimming trunks Kazuya could hardly bear to look at, he was the only one in the fight that looked like he was supposed to be there. Kazuya almost frowned, for the life of him, he still couldn't remember how he got there or why he was there in the first place. For a moment they just stood silently amist the palm trees and the smell of coconuts and salt water. Slowly, slowly, Kazuya moved his left foot out, slowly, moving the untouched sand... The older Japanese lunged at the younger one, surprising him, but surprising him more when both exchanged awkward grins to one another as the fight insued.