Thanks to all who are and have been reading this fic. Sorry it's taken me so long, been swamped with exams and stuff. I know the parts are short but I'm still posting two parts in one go to tackle that problem. Hope you all enjoy this.

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Chapter two: Blood spills…

Part one: Blood Ties

Kazuya's evening had been completely ruined. The press had been bad enough, but the attention from all at the tournament grounds itself was more frustrating than ever. So many rumours had passed around since. He had heard scatters of conversations everywhere.

"…I heard he was staying with his step brother Chao Lan…"
"…apparently he has a kid too…"
"…I heard he was mechanically advanced, like some J-projects he had going back when he was in control…"

 
Most of the remarks were absolutely stupid! Him being mechanically advanced, having a son!?! It was ridiculous. One way or another, he would still have to face the crowds. Well now was as good a time as any. With the matches starting in less than two days, he needed some training and nothing was going to stop him from getting some. Dressing in his White Gi outfit Kazuya made his way down to the Dojo. As he entered, all became silent. All attention was fixed onto him. There were seven people in the dojo including him or to be more precise, six people and one panda. With the panda was the girl he had seen earlier. Though this time she was not dressed in the fancy pink dress. She wore White and red track suit bottoms and a black cropped top. With her was an older man, Chinese. Kazuya recognised him from the second tournament. A cop, but he couldn't quite place the name. A man, big and burly looking stood at the edge of the room. He was bald and one of his ears was slightly clipped. At the far end of the room near some sandbags stood another man Kazuya recognised. Marshall Law. He had also participated in the second tournament. Finally Kazuya laid eyes on the last person in the room; a tall man with purple dyed hair. He looked oddly familiar. But the Dark shades the man wore prevented Kazuya from identifying him. Kazuya stepped further into the room to begin his warm ups. The young girl he had seen earlier broke the silence as she began to talk rapidly to the panda. Kazuya could not understand as she spoke in Mandarin. Slowly the silence faded away but the tension remained in the air. Kazuya began a few simple warm ups and then gradually began his proper training.

After half an hour the atmosphere in the Dojo had calmed down and the other people in the Dojo gradually worked their way around Kazuya. It made training a lot easier for Kazuya as he no longer had to be aware of the constant staring and such. Although the purple haired man still seemed rather edgy around Kazuya. Edgy wasn't the right word. Awed was what he seemed. Kazuya swore that he'd seen the man before but he just wouldn't take the damn shades off. Kazuya began to breathe heavily in frustration, his left eye burned and the scar on his chest began to ache. Kazuya kicked the wooden dummy before him smashing it to splinters. No one really took notice of Kazuya's actions; the pile of broken dummies in the far left corner of the room explained that. Kazuya continued to train for a couple of hours and one by one all the others began to leave. Four hours after he had come to the Dojo Kazuya, the girl and the panda were the only ones left in the dojo. The thought of the purple haired man biting at him he called the girl over. At first she looked startled and slowly she made her way over to him. Standing cautiously around him she stood expectantly.
"That man, that was here earlier, the one with the Purple hair? Who was he?" he asked in English. She stared at him and replied in Japanese.
"They call him Violet. He owns some big company. I don't know why he's participating if that's what you're after." Kazuya looked at her, surprised at her fluent speech and her confident attitude. Reverting to his Japanese he continued to speak to her.
"When you saw me yesterday, you weren't afraid but you looked at me oddly… why?"
"You look like someone I know… I was looking for him I mistook you for him." she said sadly. "If you'll excuse me Mishima-sama I must be on my way." Kazuya looked at her shocked at how easily she used his name. Though he did nothing about it as she left the room with the panda following close behind. Deciding that he had done enough training he left the Dojo and headed back towards his room.

He stepped out of the dark elevator and made his way down the corridor. He walked into the darkness of his room and paused. There was someone there. Whoever it was, they were making no effort to hide; they wanted to be found. A figure stood silhouetted against the dim light shining through the window, which left a purple halo around the figure's head.

Kazuya stepped towards the person known as 'Violet' and sneered.
"Who are you?" Violet laughed in response and took a step out towards him. Kazuya's anger rose slightly but faded just as quickly, he recognised that voice. Violet reached for the shades perched on his nose and pulled them off. Kazuya's eyes widened as he looked closely at the man's face.

"It's good to see you too brother." He said and smirked. Kazuya continued to stare at his stepbrother a while and then slowly he replied.
"Lee… what the HELL have you done to your hair?" Lee looked over to Kazuya with an amused look on his face.
"Is that your idea of a greeting brother?" he said and grinned before catching his brother in a tight bear hug.
"What happened here Lee, and why do you have that ridiculous hair and clothes?"
"It's a disguise, or hadn't you noticed?" he replied spitefully.
"Yes I got that you fool, but a disguise against who?"
"Who else? Our dear dear father of course. When he found out that I'd sided with you in the second tournament he practically threw me out."
"What a shame." Kazuya said sarcastically. "Must have been such a loss." He paused slightly and continued on a more serious note. "I've been gone too long Lee, you need to fill me in… what's been happening?" Lee sat down on a chair and motioned for Kazuya to do the same. Running the events that had taken place over the past few years through his head, Lee contemplated on what to tell his brother and what he should leave out. Jin Kazama was one thing he wasn't too sure Kazuya could handle… maybe it was better left unspoken about… but he could have been wrong.