Part two: Lavender

Kazuya leaned back in his chair and sighed. Too much had happened in the past two decades, although there was still one thing that nagged constantly at his mind; Jun Kazama. What had become of her? Kazuya didn't dare ask. Lee reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. Pulling one out he lit it and sucked in the smoke almost gratefully.
"I'd have thought you'd have grown out of that habit by now." Kazuya said distastefully.
"Not a chance" Lee sniffed. "Anyway, it's a good way to relax…" He looked down and then offered Kazuya one with a grin. Kazuya simply waved him away. Then with a look at the navy sky Lee got up and yawned. "Well I'm going, need to catch me some Z's." he said in English doting an American accent. Kazuya nodded in response as Lee walked to the door and left silently.

Noticing that his eyelids were weighing downward Kazuya decided to get some sleep himself. Heading towards the bedroom he stretched, rolling his neck from shoulder to shoulder. He switched on the light that instantly illuminated the whole room. Kazuya squinted away form the light and raised his hand up to protect his eyes. The room was rather large. There was a double bed in the middle of the room itself a desk in the corner of the room and a small bedside table. Upon it was placed a telephone and a lamp. Kazuya switched off the light and changed quickly before falling face first onto the bed. The sheets smelt like something out of a garden. A soft musty smell that reminded him of that clean untouched skin. That hair that was silk beneath his fingers. Lavender. Thoughts of Jun invaded his mind again. Kazuya bit down on his lip and forced himself to sleep to abandon her pale face, her thick dark lashes that her large doe like eyes. Her lips the hue of red as delicate as a rose petal.

Kazuya gave out a mental scream. Why was this woman haunting him even now? Why was she with him every move he made? Why couldn't he stop thinking about her? She had been a distraction, a distraction and nothing more so why did she follow in his dreams?

Kazuya got no rest that night, 'She' wouldn't leave him alone, every encounter he had with her he relived in his dreams. Then again, he would choose dreams of Jun any day over his usual recollections of the cliff; the endless journey down the bottomless pit. Kazuya lay in bed staring at the ceiling for almost an hour until he could bare the white tessellated designs no longer. He got up and glanced at the clock, six a.m. Kazuya walked to the bathroom, stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower. After cleaning up Kazuya found himself sprawled on the bed staring at the ceiling once again. He sighed and got up drying his wet hair with a towel with the words Mishima Grand hotel printed in bold gold font on it. He sneered at it and threw it across the room re-entering the bathroom to retrieve his watch. Kazuya caught a glimpse of himself in the steamy mirror of bathroom and frowned. He looked odd when his hair was wet. It clung to his neck and just barely touched the base of his shoulders. It needed a cut, but that was the least of his worries. He grabbed his watch and affixed it to his wrist. He buttoned his shirt and walked back into his room to find his schedule sheet. His scanned the sheet briefly until he found his name.
'Kazuya Mishima fights…Yoshimitsu…' he repeated to himself. Yoshimitsu? How many more of these fighters were from previous tournaments? 'Do these people never die???' he asked himself. Well it would be interesting at how much better he had gotten since. He wondered if that woman was still around. The other Manji ninja, Kunimitsu was it? Well only time would tell.