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Surfer Sea Turtle: I know the parts are short but I've already formatted them (the entire fic is complete, I'm just posting it now.) so I'll post two parts up at a time if that's good ^^  but if everyone prefers it I'll merge two parts together… it's just that they're in three chapters with eight parts in each. But I'll do what readers prefer I suppose.

Styles Clash: lol thanks and yes I am Kung Fu kid.

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Part seven: A past long forgotten

Kazuya adjusted his tie and straightened the collar of his white shit. He eyed his reflection and smiled in satisfaction. The suit he wore was of a deep purple, almost navy. It was a lot like his old one, but a more modern style. Non-the less he liked it all the same. He put on a pair of shades and admired himself in them. He picked up his briefcase; stood up, held his head high and walked out of his hotel room. He quickly paid the receptionist and motioned for a bellboy to bring his bags with him. A Black limousine was parked outside the Hotel; behind it were two black Mercedes with tinted windows. Kazuya's baggage was loaded into the limousine as he stepped into it. A man with slightly greying hair and grey eyes sat opposite him in the limousine. Kazuya nodded at Smith and looked out of the tinted windows.

After getting Smith's attention things had been a lot easier for Kazuya. Edward had arranged for Kazuya to be transported to Japan without any questions. Kazuya smirked as he remembered the look on Smith's face when Kazuya had revealed himself. He had almost choked to death on the spot, spluttering and gagging at the sight of him. He was a good worker, but he had gotten old. Kazuya could get another contact as soon as he was airborne to arrange things in Japan.
"Smith, did you manage to get that information that I asked for?" he asked.
"Yes Sir." He replied politely and opened his briefcase pulling out two files. He handed him one and rested the other on his briefcase. Kazuya took the file and opened it. Information regarding the Tekken Tournaments was extremely hard to come by, but at Kazuya's command, nothing was impossible, the consequence of failing to follow his orders were unimaginable. Kazuya was glad to know his reputation had remained intact.

The file he held in his hands contained exclusive information of the Third Iron Fist tournament. He looked over the files critically, the participants had been, as expected very skilled. But one had been only 16 years old! Had his father gone mad? Not even Kazuya would have allowed a child into a tournament with such a bloody intent. He continued to flick through the pages and he came across a name, which he recognised. Julia Chang. It didn't surprise Kazuya as much as he would have thought. She had been there for the last tournament, which explained why she had been good enough to qualify for this tournament. Kazuya 's eyes widened when he saw Nina Williams' name. The woman had survived the Cryos project as well as her sister, Anna Williams. But before Kazuya could dwell on the thought he saw a name that caught his eye, a name that choked the breath from his lungs. Jin Kazama. Could it be her? The spelling was an obvious mistake but could it be? Kazuya grabbed the second file from Smith and flicked through it. The name wasn't mentioned anywhere on the file. In a way he was glad, the woman distracted him. Kazuya had managed to convince himself that she had meant nothing to him in every sense. Nothing but a distraction and that's all she would remain.
A light knocking on the glass partition between himself and the driver pulled Kazuya from his thoughts.
"We're here," Smith said as the car slowed to a halt near a runway.

Wordlessly Kazuya put both files into his own briefcase and stepped out of the limousine to be greeted by a mass of reporters buzzing with questions. His identity was obviously no secret anymore. The Two Mercedes that had followed his limousine parked and a number of bodyguards exited them. They walked up and surrounded Kazuya and escorted him to the privet Jet up ahead on the runway. Kazuya ignored the press and walked along side the bodyguards until one man persisted with his camera held up high.
"Mr Mishima!!! Is there anything you'd like to say to your father???" At that question Kazuya paused and looked at the cameraman. He pulled off his shades and stared cold and hard at the man.
"They all thought I was out of the game, but I'm holding all the cards now…" he left the sentence hanging and boarded the jet the bodyguards close behind him.

a/n… I am a jin fan btw lol but kazuya just has more story depth. Carbon copy can't really beat the original.