Part Three: Masked Fury

Kazuya rolled his shoulders back and felt his muscles clicking over each other under his skin. He clenched his fingers into fists and lowered himself to a fighting stance. As he looked over to the other end of the arena he tilted his head to the side. His opponent was watching him intently, staring, watching his every move in awe. Kazuya had almost choked himself on laughter when he had seen Yoshimitsu again. During the last tournament Kazuya has been to the masked ninja had doted a mask and a robotic arm. Now it seemed as if the man had no flesh whatsoever. At least none that was visible, especially with the entire robotic armoury the ninja had on.

One thing that hadn't changed was the fact that Yoshimitsu still fought with that odd looking blade. It gave off an eerie green glow that had always baffled Kazuya, but he was quickly pulled out of his thoughts as a booming voice resounded in the arena signalling the beginning of the fight.

The match had begun yet neither fighters moved. Kazuya waited a while and then launched into a full tackle. Yoshimitsu anticipated, expectedly, and back-flipped away from his rushing opponent. Kazuya had known he would do so and rolled forward and leaped up in a forward cross chop catching the ninja with full impact in the abdomen. Yoshimitsu hissed as he caught his breath back. His eyes glowed in fury and he charged. Kazuya sidestepped the attack and grabbed Yoshimitsu's wrist with a crushing grip. Slamming his right leg over their arms, Kazuya slammed his heel into Yoshimitsu's face. He brought his leg back over completing his 'bitch kicks'. Kazuya was rather fond of that move, and he used it time and time again. Yoshimitsu went crashing to the floor. Kazuya's mind flashed back to his encounter with the Tekkenshu at the G-Corp head quarters.

But unlike the Tekkenshu, Yoshimitsu rose again and planted the point of his sword on the ground. As he did he hopped onto it, balancing his body atop the hilt. Kazuya watched on baffled. Was he crazy? Kazuya could have easily knocked the ninja off his sword, but curiosity got the better of him. He watched on to see what the ninja was planning. But he did not move, instead he just sat atop his sword. Kazuya soon grew frustrated and edged towards him to sweep the sword from beneath him. As soon as he did he knew it had been a mistake. The sword flickered a brighter green for a split second before it was engulfed in a burning power. As Kazuya went to sweep the sword his leg was taken over by a scorching sensation. He leapt back from the blade and snarled in anger. Memories flooded back into his mind… the slow burning that had consumed his soul that fateful night twenty years ago. That was the last straw. He was in no mood to be dancing in circles anymore. Yoshimitsu had always worn the mask of the 'Oni' to strike fear in the hearts of his opponents but now, Kazuya was blinded by his own mask of fury.

Kazuya sidestepped around Yoshimitsu, who was edging towards Kazuya on his sword. A quick jab threw the Ninja off his sword and tumbling to the ground. Kazuya rained punches on the defenceless ninja and kicked him several times in rage. He finally backed away to allow his opponent to rise. It was useless; Yoshimitsu couldn't do anything against the will of the devil. Kazuya glared at his opponent for what seemed like an eternity, and then he moved. He moved so swiftly that Yoshimitsu didn't even notice Kazuya rising from his feet, he didn't realise what was coming when his head what thrown back by Kazuya's fist. The 'Lightning uppercut' had carried the Manjito Ninja through the air till he fell with a hollow thud at the other end of the arena. The whole stadium had gone silent. Kazuya thought he would have been able to hear a spider walking along the ceiling. He sneered at his fallen opponent and walked to the locker rooms to clean up. As he approached the door the crowd suddenly erupted in applause. Kazuya looked over his shoulder critically and raised one hand. The crowds cheered louder as he left the arena.

The crowds were worse than even his father. They were delighted by the blood spilt at these tournaments. They were like scavengers… and they made him sick. Kazuya bit his lip on an evil grin. He was being a hypocrite. He himself relished the spilling of blood, that was the sole reason he was here, to see his father's blood dripping from his fists…

Tsuzuku… ……………………………………..

A/N

Please ignore my mistakes, remember that I wrote this fic in 2002 and therefore was three years younger and still have not edited it properly, there are various crappy things that I will change in the future.

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