Author's Note on Chapter 3:
This has been sitting on my computer for quite a while now, I wanted to make it longer but somehow I couldn't come up with anything. To give you the sign that I am still working on this story I will now release it. Cross your fingers, that I will find a good way to integrate my next two ideas and it will continue quickly. Now enjoy.
And yes, I know the official storyline for the KoIF4 ending is different, but I don't care, I started this story before anything was announced.

Chapter 3

Takashi accompanied Nina to the gate and made sure she left. Then he pulled out his radio to call the leaders of his security teams. He informed them of what had happened and he made sure that they replaced the guards that had been sedated or killed. He even formed a special unit which should guard the grounds extra carefully for the rest of the night. He knew exactly that if his boss found any more intruders tonight he would be unemployed at best.

Kazuya took a deep breath when Nina was gone. He had to stay calm now, it was harder to control the demon when he was angry. And right now he was very angry. The bed was ruined, his pyjamas were wet and the thought that someone had tried to kill him affected him deeply, even though he was not prepared to admit it. He pulled the wet shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Then he made his way to the wardrobe to find dry pyjamas. He returned with them to his bed and examined it again. It was certainly ruined and so was the floor. For tonight he had to find another place to stay. He clenched his fist in anger and had to keep himself from slamming it into the nearby wall.
Someone knocked at the door. He walked over and opened it, still only wearing the pyjama trousers. One of the younger female servants stood in front holding out a new dry bedspread and pillow.
"Can you read my mind?" Kazuya asked confused.
"Takashi gave the order."
"It seems he's not completely useless." Kazuya commented and took the bedcover from her. "Thank you."
The girl bowed and disappeared again. Takashi had sent a female servant since he expected Kazuya to be in rage and he knew that his boss reacted better to young, good looking girls.
Kazuya walked over to the sofa. He changed into the dry pyjamas and then tried to make it comfortably on the sofa.
He had hardly laid down when he was beginning to shift uncomfortable, turning onto the other side.
"Thank you for ruining my sleep, Miss Williams." he cursed.

He saw Heihachi leaping into the air but it was too late, he couldn't get out of the way any more. He felt his father's foot connecting with his jaw, faster than he could realize he was landing on the ground. He saw Heihachi raising his foot and bringing it down, then everything went dark.

It was too bright to see anything and he had the feeling he couldn't breathe. Slowly his eyes were adjusting to the brightness and he could make out that he was in some kind of stasis unit. The last thing he remembered was that he was fighting against his father in the final of the King of Iron Fist Tournament. He could not remember what happened after that, how he got here. The lid opened.

His hand wandered down her belly and was about to move further down.
"Kazuya wait." Jun called.
"Don't worry. I won't hurt you." he whispered softly. His lips moved closer to hers and they met.
"I am sorry. I'm just so nervous..."
"Relax" he said and moved his head down to her belly. He kissed her while caressing her hips gently. His tongue played with her belly button. Then he slowly moved further down and in a second attempt he managed to push down her panties without earning too much protest.

"If only you were dead." Jin yelled at him. Kazuya was not happy that his son wanted to attack him, he had just wanted his part of the devil back but Jin had resisted and now he was determined to fight him till death. Jin lunged at him and Kazuya knew he had to fight back.

Kazuya woke up when he hit the floor. He cursed and scrambled to his feet trying to shake of the images of his dreams. Although some of them were pleasant others were quite unsettling. A look at his watch told him that it was 6.15 and he had to get up at 6.30. He sighed.
"Maybe I should be glad this night is over."
He walked over to his bed avoiding the puddle in front and turned off the alarm clock. He hated those things, and now that he was already awake he didn't want to hear the horrible sound.