Rain started pouring onto the island. Slowly, slowly it built up and soon it was moaning loudly against the window of Kazuya's room. Jun got up and closed the window, struggling a little with it. When she turned around she saw Kazuya staring at her in silence. She could see a part of him wanting to talk his heart out. She could understand how hard it was for someone who never spoke to anyone in his life. Who had no one to speak to.
She walked up to him and sat down next to him, staring at him, silently urging him to tell her everything. He was confused at first, his initial reaction being that she should leave but he decided against it. He looked at her, her innocent face, her large black eyes that were as peaceful and vibrant as a moonlit night.
No. There wasn't any threat, no fear of being back stabbed or double crossed, no fear of being used, no fear of being blackmailed…it was genuine and pure, humane to the very truth of the meaning. He felt peace in her; around her and in being with her…something he never had in his whole solitary life. With a deep breath he started talking and she listened…
"It was a terrible storm when I was brought in this world. My mother died giving birth to me. I was told that she was a beautiful and kind woman but I guess that doesn't matter now. My father, that bastard Heihachi, always wished it would've been the other way around: that I had died and mother had lived. He never failed to remind me that. And that was all I knew from him—hatred. I never understood that as a kid but when you live with these things long enough you go numb. Back then my whole existence revolved around fruitless struggle to please him and win his love. I never did. I never could."
He paused for a while, breathing heavily, still weakened from what happened to him in the morning.
"All the love I knew was from my grandfather, Jinpachi Mishima. Throughout my life the only person who ever treated me with kindness was my grandfather…and all my life I thought that he would be the only one to do so," slowly he looked up at Jun but then drew his eyes away from her, "I was wrong though…"
Jun looked at him. She had noticed the way he looked at her when he said that and the way he did that. His eyes almost looked yearning.
"Kazuya…I…" she said slowly, fiddling with her fingers, her gaze lowered.
Kazuya interrupted her.
"When I was eight, that son of a bitch told me that my grandfather was dead. I cried bitterly but he started beating me till I couldn't stand. After that he took over the Zaibatsu. He would take me to the family dojo and make me do all the moves that even an adult couldn't do. I failed, of course, and then he would beat me to a bloody pulp and lock me up there. I would spend the night in that room with those scary statues, going insane with fear and hunger. But it didn't matter to him. He got another boy, Lee Chaolin that philandering horse's ass, and made him his son even though I was alive. He nourished him with all the love that he didn't give me. All I would do was spend the day receiving beatings from him, harsh cruel beatings and the nights in fear, fatigue and hunger. If I were stupid enough to cry he would beat me mercilessly till I passed out. Bastard…"
Kazuya stopped and took a breath, biting his lips as the dreadful nostalgia racked him.
"One day then he was nice to me…very nice. I was so happy that day that I had finally won my father's love…" he turned to Jun and smiled, sadly, as if at the absurdity of the thought of him ever being happy. Jun wanted to say that he will be but she couldn't say it, the words melting away in her mouth. By now she was trying not to cry as she heard Kazuya's story.
"I was never that happy in my life, Jun. I hugged him with tears of joy flowing out of my eyes. He then told me that he wanted me to come with him. Naturally I followed him. He brought me to a ravine. I must have been blind with joy that day, Jun. I didn't even notice the dark clouds and the storm…so happy that my father finally started loving me, so happy. I was a fool. A goddamn fool. He picked me up, told me that I was a disgrace to the Mishima name and didn't deserve to be his son. He then threw me down that ravine. All that my short-lived happiness that day had given me is this scar…"
Jun gasped when he told her that and showed her the horrendous scar. Tears were flowing out of her eyes by now and she couldn't help feel Kazuya's pain and helplessness. Her heart was bursting with pity and mercy for Kazuya, and in that moment she promised herself that no matter what he says and does she would never be unkind to him. Somehow she felt it in her—that his salvation was pivoted on her now.
"Jun…?" Kazuya asked, confused over why SHE was crying.
"Go on, Kazuya. Go on, I am listening," she said to him, between her sobs.
Kazuya kept quiet for a while waiting for Jun to gather herself.
"I must have been unconscious for a long time, maybe even days. When I finally woke up, I was lying in a pool of my own blood. That moment onwards all I wanted to do was kill my father. Killing him, I figured was what would give me a piece of the bliss that was never mine. I got up immediately and tried climbing all the way up the ravine. I climbed, painfully, but hatred kept me alive. Hatred and the desire for vengeance. But I had lost a lot of blood…too much for a mere child. Then 'Devil' came in front of me. He told me that I was destined to die right now. I would be able to live if and only if I sold my soul to him…and I did. To live and kill Heihachi. That would be my moment of freedom. That is what has kept me alive all these years."
They both sat still in absolute silence for a long time. The rain continued pounding on the window and inside Kazuya's story was tearing open her heart with sorrow, pity and compassion. Slowly, wiping away the tears from her eyes, Jun spoke softly.
"And then what?"
"I die away and disappear…one more wretch will be gone from this world," he said simply, "It doesn't really matter…"
"It does…" Jun finally said, crying uncontrollably, "it matters to me!"
Kazuya was stunned. How come she was saying such things? How could she say such weak and awkward things so easily? But then he realized that these were just the things that make us truly strong. True strength lies in not hiding our weakness but in accepting them. This is what makes someone human. That was the difference between them.
Jun was crying her heart out and for the first time in his life Kazuya felt the need to console someone. Slowly he sat up and wrapped his arms around her quivering form and allowed her to rest her head against his shoulder.
"Damn! What am I doing!" Kazuya swore under his breath. He felt utterly uncomfortable, but understood that he had to do it…for her. Slowly he tightened his arms around her and gently swayed. He didn't know what to say but he felt his actions were getting the message across. He was never much of a talker.
Jun was still sobbing against his chest, her hair slightly rumpled and covering her face, but altogether she was relieved.
Suddenly she realized that Kazuya was cradling her in his arms and soothing her. Initially she was shocked but soon realized that it was all how she had known it to be—this was the side of him that she knew existed and believed in, right from the moment she first laid eyes on him as he stood watching the moon in silence from his lonely balcony. Suddenly she didn't feel any surprise but the calm one feels when he or she fulfils a dream, a destiny they had strived for all their life. She had always known it, unconsciously as it may have been.
Jun looked up at Kazuya, her hair covering the side of her face, her eyes still damp. Kazuya looked down at her, looking at her large black eyes. Slowly he wiped her tears away. Staring at her he brushed her hair away from her face, feeling the warmth. His touch was remarkably gentle, almost divine. They both continued staring into each other's eyes for a long time, the night darkening even more outside, as the rain seemed to come down twice as hard.
Slowly Kazuya held her face in his hands like a delicate whine glass. Touched at his gentleness, she kissed his hands, allowing him to come close to her. Slowly pulling her towards him, he kissed her on the lips, his hands making small circles on her back and shoulders, while she wrapped her arms around his muscular neck. Together they sank down in the bed, the harsh storm outside contrasting sharply with the warmth between them.
Their lips were still together as they sank down in the bed. Kazuya continued kissing her, his tongue dancing with hers like enchanted snakes. Their breath was a little heavy and both felt the heat from each other's body like. Jun's head was spinning. She was here now, and she was in love with the last man in the world she expected. Her heart was uncertain. She hung onto Kazuya like a drowning girl and yet wanted to push him away…and run away as fast as she could. She opened her eyes slightly, the uncertainty lingering in her mind. She saw Kazuya with his eyes closed, looking different—calm and tranquil. It wasn't defiled with wantonness or lust. His powerful arms encircled around her, swallowing her like the folds of an oyster. Slowly with each passing gasp, each moan and touch she found herself relaxing.
He kept kissing her, feeling the heat from her mouth, breathing in her sweet moans. He occasionally would caress her lips with his own and nimble them slightly and be rewarded with more soft moans from her. Her lips were like a message from another world of bliss and peace.
Finally after sometime he broke the kiss looking down at her, a kind smile across his face. He continued staring at her, his head filling up with all sorts of emotions towards this woman who was lying under him, her arms hugging him to her, blinking, her cheeks flushed. They stared at each other in silence, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence but one that bridges all the gaps that are created by words.
"Kazuya…"
Kazuya smiled again when he heard his name from her mouth.
Slowly he moved down again and showered kisses on her forehead, her eyes, her nose, her chin and once again found himself seeking that heaven in her lips. He kissed her again and slowly trailed down, kissing her neck and down to her chest. She drew in her breath sharply, her hands hugging his head making the kisses even more intense. He held her hand, gently pulled her up, slowly kissing her up the whole length of her arm. Jun arched her back slightly as the tingling feeling shot through her. He sat behind her, hugging her from the back, while simultaneously showering kisses on her neck and shoulder.
Jun found herself breathing faster with the passing second as Kazuya continued kissing and massaged her neck and shoulders. She tilted her neck making it easier for Kazuya to smother it with more kisses. Slowly he let his hands brush their way up her whole curvy body. He was extra slow when at the folds of her breasts.
"Kazuya!"
Jun gasped and for a brief moment struggled slightly but Kazuya brought his hand up to cheek and made her look at him, a reassuring smile on face and in his eyes. She opened her eyes and stared into his. For a split second Kazuya saw worry there and even a slight fear but slowly it all melted away. Though his grip around her was rather overbearing for the split second, the look in his eyes was all that she could ask for. She lowered her eyes and he, after getting her silent permission, lifted both her arms above her head and slowly pulled her top and bra off her. His hands sent shivers up her whole body making her heart lurch in her throat. She reunited their lips again to stifle herself as his hands rested on her breasts. He wasn't in a hurry and for a just held them tenderly making Jun moan. Kazuya, encouraged, started kneading and caressing them. Jun squirmed around a little, the feeling of his hands having their way with her breasts igniting her with desire and passion. She could feel Kazuya's manhood hard against her back, as he sat behind her, fondling her breasts, kissing her neck, her ears, shoulders, and back, his breath hot and fast just like hers. He moved close to her ear and spoke, his breath hot and drowned in passion.
"Oh Jun…your breasts are so…beautiful…your so…lovely…" he spoke between his kisses, struggling against his weakness with words. She replied by blushing fiercely. She brought up her hand and felt his face. Kazuya kept on kneading her breasts, occasionally caressing her nipples that drew even more passionate moans from her. He finally got in front of her and started licking them that made her yelp while he caressed the other breast and nipple with his hand.
"Kazuya…"
She arched her back making it easier for him to continue his licking and Jun felt as if she were on fire. Her chest heaved and she bit her lips as his tongue worked over her nipples and breasts. She couldn't hold herself from moaning and yelped if he licked in an especially nice way, his hot breath and warm tongue melting away any second thoughts and fear she had had.
With his free hand he took off the rest of her clothes. Jun shut her eyes tightly when she realized she was naked. Instinctively she tried closing her legs but Kazuya pushed them apart. He looked up at her tenderly and placed her hands on his shoulders. With that he went back to licking her and after a moment she let her hands travel down his back and surprised at herself, unfastened his pants. Kazuya let her do what she wanted, too busy with his licking.
They both were naked now and more than ready. Kazuya looked at her and smiled. Jun blushed in return…her eyes saying what her heart was saying…saying all that needed to be said. He looked at her shining eyes, her heaving chest and her smile. That was all he needed to see.
He made her lie down on his massive bed and without taking his eyes off her face, spread her legs apart gently and got between them. She guided him inside her and closed her eyes once she felt the initial pain of his entry. Kazuya slowly pushed his way inside her and Jun bit her lips, closed her eyes, the mix of pain and pleasure enticing her. She drew in her breath sharply as Kazuya pushing his way in all the way. Holding her legs apart Kazuya thrust in and out of her, gently at first but slowly picking up pace. He continued thrusting into her, hearing her call out his name between her gasps and moans, her hand feeling his muscular chest and shoulders. To ensure a more intense entry he brought up her legs and placed them over his broad shoulders, one of his hands holding her leg, massaging the inner thigh and the other fondled her breasts.
"Jun…"
He had picked up pace now and pushed in and out of her rapidly, his head spinning as nothing in this world could've prepared him for the feeling of being inside the woman one loves. Jun was moaning and gasping with each thrust, her eyes closed. She could hear him grunt in pleasure and hear her name coming out many times from his lips. Really enjoying his entries now, she started bucking her hips to his entries. He was holding on to her hips and together they continued their motion in complete harmony—thinking of nothing but the feeling, the moment, hearing each other moan in pleasure, hearing their names being from the other's lips, the heat, the intimacy. He brought up his hands from her legs to her breasts again having his way with them while simultaneously entering her vigorously now. She bit her lips when he would start licking her nipples again making her buckle her hips faster.
"Kazuya…Kazuya…"
Jun's continued breathing heavily, moaning out his names as he continued increasing the pace, her body glistening with sweat, her chest heaving, her breasts bobbing and brushing with his chest. Kazuya was biting a corner of his mouth, grunts and her name escaping from his mouth on regular intervals.
"You're gorgeous…you so gorgeous…"
She noticed his body covered in sweat, his well built muscles even more prominent with the sweat that shone in the moonlight from outside. After a long time, both felt that they couldn't hold any longer. The moment was going to end soon. Jun felt her threshold breaching and moaned loudly as she felt a hot rush from Kazuya enter her, and then she followed him. She held him tightly as he did to her, bracing themselves, the passionate onrush that they both felt flooding its way through them.
The moment had ended.
Kazuya still lay on top of her, panting. She was under him, herself out of breath. His head was near the base of her neck and she could feel his hot, ragged breath on her. Instinctively she wrapped her arms around his head, stroking it, playing with his soft spiky hair. For a long time neither said anything, their black unblinking eyes staring away at the darkness, the silence in the room marking the haven that it was to be for them both from now on.
"I love you…" Jun finally whispered in his ear. Kazuya looked up at her after a while a small smile arched at the corner of his mouth. They continued staring at each other, a satisfied smile on their faces. He then held her face gently in his hands.
"Jun…"
"Kazuya…"
He was still breathing heavily when he moved close to her and brushed her damp hair away from her glowing face. He kissed her on the lips for a long time, his arms encircling her tightly…not wanting to let go of her even for a heartbeat…
2 a.m.
The storm had gone now but it was pitch black outside and the moon had disappeared behind the clouds too. Jun was still awake thinking about what she had done, staring at the darkness outside. Kazuya was asleep, resting his head between her breasts, his arm curled around her belly. Jun couldn't help notice how uncharacteristically calm he looked. Yet despite that the pitch-black room and the cold of the night were starting to make her feel uneasy. She decided to re-ignite the fire but as she tried to get away, she felt his arm around her tighten. His thick eyebrows knitted together in that typical angry expression of his. She was surprised how he had done this in his sleep, realizing how possessive he was.
Slowly though she smiled. 'Possessive' was too harsh and shallow a word to describe him.
Sighing slowly, she kissed his forehead and slowly pulled out of his embrace. She pulled the silk sheet over her nakedness and walked up to the fireplace. She lighted it, squinting her eyes slightly as the flames leapt, casting a pale hue in Kazuya's large, dark room.
She got up and walked back to the bed but it was then that she saw Kazuya staring at her, the sheets pulled down to his waist. The flames were reflecting in their black eyes and as she sat down next to him he got up and held her by the chin. She tilted her head slightly as Kazuya kissed her. Slowly she let the sheets fall off her and closed her eyes as his hands rested on her breasts again. He had gained more confidence now and they sank down in the bed again, their moans and gasps filling through the room as they both merged their bodies, souls and theirs hearts as one…again.
Morning
Jun woke up with the murmur of the sea. She rubbed her hands next to her and was surprised when she didn't find Kazuya there next to her. She sat up and looked around and finally saw him, smiling.
Kazuya was standing outside in the balcony in his thick purple gown, his arms crossed at his chest. He was staring at the sea outside and how with the storm gone everything was looking wonderfully new and fresh. He saw birds flying around and the sunlight cocooned between the clouds like a lake of fire. She realized that his arrogance and his cold attitude were just a tiny part of his being compared to the silence in him. He appeared to be a gladiator but after last night and the feel of his touch she realized he was more cut out to be a wandering poet or an artist. She walked up to him and hugged him from the back, circling her arms around his torso. He didn't flinch as if he had been waiting for her. He looked back to see Jun's face looking more radiant and pure than even the morning earth he was just watching.
"It's too early to be brooding," Jun said with a smile.
Kazuya didn't speak, staring at the sea. He slowly broke out of her embrace and walked to the door. She realized he was trying to break free of the cages around his heart but it wasn't easy so far for him. All he could do was talk a little and then lapse back in silence. He opened the door slightly and flicked his fingers to the servants who came in at once with his and Jun's breakfast. With his usual silence he sat down and started eating fast.
"He is hungry," Jun wondered as she sat down in front of him with her breakfast in front of him. She then smiled to herself, "of course he is hungry. He was a busy boy last night."
She couldn't help but smile even more to herself when she thought about last night, blushing lightly. While she ate she looked from the corner of her eye and saw Kazuya stare at her with the same longing in his eyes. She wanted to go up to him, to hold his face and tell him that she was here and will always be there—but somehow she found herself refraining. She would look at him and he would stare down at his plate. Something was wrong with him. Maybe he was trying to open up but was unable to. She couldn't tell. He was a mystery in itself.
Suddenly he got up and took off his gown, revealing a white shirt, a red shirt inside that and purple pants. He started walking towards the door and Jun followed him.
"Kazuya…"
"I…I have to go…" he said and picked up the purple coat on the chair next to him. The servants moved out of his way as if he was a mad animal. He opened the door and stared back at her, his black eyes shining with the same longing as always.
"You should go back…" he said almost in a whisper, his grip around the doorknob tightening, and almost suddenly he walked out of the room. Slowly Jun felt herself being distanced by him, every tap of his footsteps away from her felt like a distance of light years coming between them…and beyond it she could see Kazuya walking away further and further till he was nothing but a speck.
The door shut and the servants left. Jun felt her heart sinking, Kazuya's words stinging her again and again. She kneeled on the floor holding her face as tears flooded out of her eyes.
comments: I love the whole concept of fallen angels.