Kazuya looked in the mirror. He didn't recognise the man that looked back
at him. Despite the new skin and flesh that wrapped his bones, he looked
aged. He growled slightly as he removed his shirt. Each time the site of
the scar made him remember, the fall down the cliff, the way it had scarred
him, the way He had scarred him.
That was one thing that he could never forget, no matter how hard he tried. He touched the scar slightly, his hand hovering over it as if it burned every time he touched it.
He clenched his hand into a fist; giving out a call of rage he slammed it into the mirror, shattering it into thousands of shards. Kazuya brought his fist back and looked at it in awe. Not a single scratch marked his fist. Only the slight pink colouring of blood that rose under his unblemished skin showed. Kazuya walked away from the now shattered mirror into the bedroom.
***
Kazuya was sat on the bed, he kicked off his shoes and reached for the TV remote. Same thing he had done for the last two weeks, absolutely nothing. He lay back onto the bed and pressed a button. The Tv across the room flickered to life and slowly a picture began to phase slowly on the screen, a news report. Kazuya watched for a few seconds then flicked over to another channel, this time to see a cheesy sitcom. He continued to flick through the channels for sometime.
.Mtv's greatest hits.
.extreme sports.
.ren and stimpy.
.real underwater.
.international news.
.movie of the night: point break.
Kazuya stopped at the movie, and flicked back to the international news. He hissed as he saw the picture on the screen. There he was, his hair was now a dull lifeless grey instead of the black it used to be, his features wrinkled in old age, but there he was, alive and breathing. Something that would be taken care of very soon if things went the way Kazuya planned. The picture minimised and a woman began to speak on the matter.
Kazuya turned up the volume and listened closely.
".it was confirmed earlier today by Heihachi Mishima himself, that the fourth Iron fist tournament will go ahead as planned earlier this week. Short tournaments will be held around the globe from which the finalists will have the chance to challenge Mishima himself in Japan. We have more from our correspondent in Japan, over to you Ms Yamada "
The image changed and showed another woman, Japanese, in a conference room. She began to speak in accented English.
"Thank you Helena. This tournament is really a highly unusual event, Mishima has put all the stakes down on this tournament as he has put the Mishima Zaibatsu as the winning prize. This has resulted in mass applicants for the preliminary rounds. At the moment we only have confirmation on preliminary rounds in five places. They are as follows: London, Tokyo, New York, Brazil and Hong Kong. More announcements will be made in the next few days and will also be posted up on the official Mishima Zaibatsu website. It has also been advised that any participants should take caution and apply as soon as possible as there are limited placements. Back to you Helena."
"thank you, and now the prime minister of..."
Kazuya stared blankly at the screen and a cruel smile tugged at his lips. He knew that the tournament was a trap. But if it'd would bring him closer to ridding the world of his so called 'father' then he would do it. If it cost him his life, again, this time he swore if he went to hell he wouldn't go alone...
The guardians: thank you guys so much and I'd be honoured if you put this Fic up.I'm sorry I took so long to update I haven't had the best of luck in replies I was feeling discouraged till I saw new reviews thanks and hope you enjoy the rest
Tammie: thanks for keeping track just keep reading and I'd love to know what you think of the rest!!!
Val: aww thankies gal nice to know you still reading me here. where are you these days? Seems like I never chat to you anymore (
Crazygothicgrl24: and I will do thanks for your review and I'm glad you liked it!!!
Kukkaistytot: A BIG thank you to you for being the first to reply to my fic.I'm glad you liked my work and I hope you like what more I have to offer.
That was one thing that he could never forget, no matter how hard he tried. He touched the scar slightly, his hand hovering over it as if it burned every time he touched it.
He clenched his hand into a fist; giving out a call of rage he slammed it into the mirror, shattering it into thousands of shards. Kazuya brought his fist back and looked at it in awe. Not a single scratch marked his fist. Only the slight pink colouring of blood that rose under his unblemished skin showed. Kazuya walked away from the now shattered mirror into the bedroom.
***
Kazuya was sat on the bed, he kicked off his shoes and reached for the TV remote. Same thing he had done for the last two weeks, absolutely nothing. He lay back onto the bed and pressed a button. The Tv across the room flickered to life and slowly a picture began to phase slowly on the screen, a news report. Kazuya watched for a few seconds then flicked over to another channel, this time to see a cheesy sitcom. He continued to flick through the channels for sometime.
.Mtv's greatest hits.
.extreme sports.
.ren and stimpy.
.real underwater.
.international news.
.movie of the night: point break.
Kazuya stopped at the movie, and flicked back to the international news. He hissed as he saw the picture on the screen. There he was, his hair was now a dull lifeless grey instead of the black it used to be, his features wrinkled in old age, but there he was, alive and breathing. Something that would be taken care of very soon if things went the way Kazuya planned. The picture minimised and a woman began to speak on the matter.
Kazuya turned up the volume and listened closely.
".it was confirmed earlier today by Heihachi Mishima himself, that the fourth Iron fist tournament will go ahead as planned earlier this week. Short tournaments will be held around the globe from which the finalists will have the chance to challenge Mishima himself in Japan. We have more from our correspondent in Japan, over to you Ms Yamada "
The image changed and showed another woman, Japanese, in a conference room. She began to speak in accented English.
"Thank you Helena. This tournament is really a highly unusual event, Mishima has put all the stakes down on this tournament as he has put the Mishima Zaibatsu as the winning prize. This has resulted in mass applicants for the preliminary rounds. At the moment we only have confirmation on preliminary rounds in five places. They are as follows: London, Tokyo, New York, Brazil and Hong Kong. More announcements will be made in the next few days and will also be posted up on the official Mishima Zaibatsu website. It has also been advised that any participants should take caution and apply as soon as possible as there are limited placements. Back to you Helena."
"thank you, and now the prime minister of..."
Kazuya stared blankly at the screen and a cruel smile tugged at his lips. He knew that the tournament was a trap. But if it'd would bring him closer to ridding the world of his so called 'father' then he would do it. If it cost him his life, again, this time he swore if he went to hell he wouldn't go alone...
The guardians: thank you guys so much and I'd be honoured if you put this Fic up.I'm sorry I took so long to update I haven't had the best of luck in replies I was feeling discouraged till I saw new reviews thanks and hope you enjoy the rest
Tammie: thanks for keeping track just keep reading and I'd love to know what you think of the rest!!!
Val: aww thankies gal nice to know you still reading me here. where are you these days? Seems like I never chat to you anymore (
Crazygothicgrl24: and I will do thanks for your review and I'm glad you liked it!!!
Kukkaistytot: A BIG thank you to you for being the first to reply to my fic.I'm glad you liked my work and I hope you like what more I have to offer.