Part
eight: The rising sun
Two more hours and they would arrive in Japan. Two days and the tournament
would begin. He couldn't wait, the thrill of the
fight, the rush of adrenaline; it excited him and it would fulfil the burning
desire that ate at him constantly. He looked out of the window and gazed at
endless stretch of clouds below. Like a white carpet they rolled away to reveal
the lands they had veiled. The sky was tinted pink and orange, signs of the
rising sun. Kazuya snickered lightly to himself at the coincidental thought and
leaned back in his chair. Closing his eyes he let thoughts of the upcoming
tournament consume him and he fell to a light dose.
"Mishima-sama… Mishima-sama?" A voice broke through his mind. He raised his
heavy lids and looked up with a scowl. A blonde bodyguard called to him
cautiously.
"What?" he sneered.
"We will be landing shortly if you would like to prepare for that or if you
would like anything before we land. Kazuya straightened up and yawned.
"Get me a glass of water." He ordered. The bodyguard nodded and immediately
went to fetch him some water. When Kazuya looked out of the window they were
just under the now wispy clouds. A tall glass of water with Ice bobbing on the
surface was placed before him. Kazuya drank it gratefully as the cold liquid
soothed his parched throat. But the water could not soothe his anger… only one
liquid could do that and water was much too thin. Within the Hour they had
landed and Kazuya was on his way into the city of Tokyo. The scenery he saw was
amazing to say the least. It was…alien to him. Japan had changed much in the
years. One thing that hadn't changed was the countryside. Kazuya was escorted
directly to the arena in which the Tournament was to take place. There was no
problem in getting in or anything of the like. He was admitted immediately, most of the staff stared at him in fear and
moved almost instantly. The receptionist of the living quarters handed him a
key with a trembling hand, her face unhealthily pale. Kazuya smiled and caught
her hand and kissed it lightly. Kazuya snickered slightly as he walked away
with his keys in hand. The woman at the desk had almost fainted in fear at his
reaction. He walked towards the elevator as his luggage was carried behind him.
When they reached his room Kazuya dismissed his bodyguards and decided to look
around the vicinity. He only realised his mistake when he reached the lobby and
it was too late.
"KAZUYA!!!" a voice had roared no more than five seconds after he entered the
lobby. When he looked at the direction from which the voice had come he saw a
blur of yellow and black rush toward him. Kazuya side-stepped the rush attack
and spun around behind his attacker. When he stopped To
look at who had lunged at him, Kazuya sneered and snorted in disgust. He
identified the man as Paul Phoenix. Kazuya disliked the rowdy American; he
seemed to have fallen under the impression that Kazuya was a personal rival.
Kazuya dodged a few more jabs from the raving man and delivered a quick punch
to Paul's abdomen. Paul absorbed most of the impact, but it was too much even
for a man of his fighting expertise. Kazuya seized him by the scruff of his
neck and pulled him up.
"I would fight you now, just to put you out of your misery, but I think I'll
wait until matches. There the world will witness your fall against me… again."
He sneered. Paul looked at his face and spat in Kazuya's face. Kazuya let him
go and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face. He had
attracted too much attention as it was. Turning on his heel he walked towards
the door. Amongst the crowds staring at him was a girl. Her hair, tied in two
bunches atop her head bobbed slightly as she tip toed to see above the crowd,
her pink dress swaying just above her knees. Kazuya stared at her oddly,
confused by her watering eyes and shivering form. There was no trace of fear in
her eyes but distress and relief. The relief was suddenly replaced by
disappointment and she settled back down. Kazuya had been confused by her
reaction, without giving it a second thought he continued to walk back to his
room.