Author's Note: Alright! So okai, how long has it been since I last updated? owo Am soo soooo sorry you guys! QAQ I know it's been months and well.. I was ah.. Lazy? And RP came for me owo I know, I'm a horrible and buttass lazy writer, sowiiee.. ;3;

But anyways! Hopefully you guys will enjoy this chapter! ^^ I had a slight bit of difficulty writing this, dunno why but still I enjoyed it! OwO Enjoy peeps! Also, this is un-beta. Only read and fixed by yours truly ~


The Mishima Bloodline: Façade Play

Chapter 05: Night of Unwelcomed Terror

It was at one night, where the wind lightly swayed the trees; gentle breeze accidentally knocking against the window at Chaolan's bedroom. But, it wasn't that - that had kept the silverette awake. There was enough silence in the whole mansion and one tiny sound as that would not be enough to keep him awake - Lee had gone through worse already for him not to fall asleep by something as such.

But, it was no lie that there was something bothering the little boy. Something that even Chaolan himself could not place his finger upon it. It kept him wide-eyed and unable to get even a minute of rest no matter how hard he tried. An unclear thought was lingering and swimming around his head and nothing, absolutely nothing could make him pinpoint exactly what was causing his wide awake state.

"What a drag." The silverette muttered off to himself in annoyance. Here he was, at the most comfiest bed he had ever been, already pampered and well-dressed for a good night's rest; yet a feeling or an unknown was making him stray away from dreamland. Lee sat up from his bed, elbows resting on top of his thighs as his chin laid itself on the palm of his hands. He stared at the darkened scene of his room, nothing could scare him as he had already faced hell itself when he was at the streets of China just a few months ago. Though, those days seemed so far and distant yet, the memories still burned and were etched deeply into his head. The wardrobe that stay inanimate in front of him was what his caramel hues stared upon, gaze boring imaginary holes that could have made the wooden piece melt.

A sigh escaped Lee's lips and he forced his attention on something else, sitting on his bed doing nothing wouldn't really help his cause. So, in not so much of a haste, he stood up from his bed and left the comfort of his bedroom. He decided to take a leisurely walk around his - home. No matter how many times his Father had told him that this glorious mansion was now his home, Chaolan could still not believe his luck. He was an orphaned boy who roamed the deadly streets of China, stealing and fighting his way to survival; and with just a blink of an eye, the hand of one strange man who offered himself to help Lee, changed it all. The silverette marveled at the paintings and fine structure of their place. He couldn't get enough of them all.

Unbeknownst to him, he didn't actually care where he went; as long as the silverette could wander and walk around their palace, he was happy. He decided to take a detour to their training grounds; the not so little dojo his Father had him and Kazuya training at. He loved the place to bits and pieces; everything he ever wanted was at their mansion.

He pushed the horizontal doors open, clicking on the light switch as the bulb from the ceilings immediately flickered and illuminated the whole place. The silverette hummed in satisfaction - seeing all the paintings of dragons and people drawn at silky white scrolls that were plastered onto their walls.

Out of the blue though, in the distance - the silverette heard a scream. It was rather odd for someone to be awake nor even be wandering around their halls as such at this hour. Chaolan shrugged off the sound as something from his imagination, maybe he had just misheard a certain sound and mistook it for something else. But, after a few seconds the shout came back, even louder and more agonizingly painful than, the first one. Lee arched up one inquisitive brow - features placing a puzzled expression onto themselves as Chaolan tried to pinpoint exactly where the scream had came from. Normal people would just run scared but, Chaolan was no person to do such a thing. Their maids or butler perhaps? Or a thief maybe? If it was a thief, Chaolan had no problem taking care of it alone - he was being trained by the great Heihachi Mishima!

Though, since the person was screaming already, he had thought that somebody may have gotten there first. Maybe his Father had noticed the thief's presence and went to take care of it himself? If that had happened, Chaolan could never be more proud of his Father - he respected the man till the end. But, for some odd reason the screams and sound of pain sounded too overly familiar that there was a slight churn, a subtle little bubble burning in the pits of his stomach - dreading something he wished had never come into mind.

He licked his parched lips, hands moving over to one door that his Father had explicitly told both him and Kazuya to never enter. The silverette gulped up his own saliva, hands lightly and ever so slowly pushing the horizontal door open as one caramel hue went to take a peek or look over the said forbidden place. Chaolan hadn't the will to stop a gasp from his escaping his lips, luckily though his hands reflexes were fast enough to cover his unhushed mouth.

There inside the room, his Father was awake. As well as his older brother, whom was kneeling down on the floor, body bloodied and bruised.

"You insignificant little brat!" Heihachi spat out to the ravenette as a harsh slap landed onto Kazuya's cheek, the action made a heavy sounding noise - making it too awfully known that it was no light action, what the Mishima did "Have I taught you nothing?" He asked in a dangerously low tone of voice afterwards - the ravenette was still in his position, no matter what force the slap had given him, Kazuya still stood in his place, kneeling in front of his Father.

The ravenette looked up to Heihachi, Lee couldn't see what was his expression nor what was in his eyes - as Kazuya was facing Chaolan from his back- that made their Father's features grow even angrier. The older Mishima, kicked the ravenette onto the floor; a loud groan and wheezing escaped Kazuya's lips as he curled into a ball, hands covering his stomach.

"You are a disgrace to our family! No more than, a worthless child! How do you expect yourself to be a Mishima heir if could not even take blows as small as this?!" The older spat out in rage, hands clenched into a fist as he scolded the ravenette.

Kazuya on the other hand, panted from both exhaustion and pain. Slowly, the son stood up, his legs a tad bit wobbly and he looked as though he was limping. Heihachi stared at his son; if looks could have killed, it may as well have been the end of Kazuya's life. But, it couldn't and there the ravenette stood, in front of his Father and back still facing Chaolan.

"Again, to your position." Heihachi said finally as he gave the ravenette no more than, a minute to gain his breath back. Kazuya made no noise and immediately went to his fighting stance. Heihachi in return, was in a fighting stance as well. In no more than, a second - Kazuya screamed and dived in towards their Father, throwing in a punch to the older's face. In which, Heihachi had easily dodge, moving his head to the side.

Another punch Kazuya attempted, and a third and fourth, before their Father had countered; grabbing a hold to one of Kazuya's hands then, immediately giving a blow at the ravenette's side chin, followed by a kick to his stomach. The ravenette shouted and fell to his knees once more; his frame shaking from pain as more blood dripped from his body and landed onto the room's floor.

"You are pathetic. And to think that you call yourself a Mishima." Heihachi jeered on his son again.

Chaolan couldn't take more of the monstrous fight. There was a side of him that wanted to go in and help his brother but, there was a nagging feeling inside him. One that was telling for him to run away, thinking that nothing had happened and that he was imagining everything. There was something in him that screamed at him, crawling up into spine like a disease; it was something that Chaolan had already grew to be foreign with - for once in his life, he had been found by fear again. And he saw it in the image of his Father.

In a haste, though as quietly as he could, Chaolan shut the door. He ran away from their dojo as another dreading sound of Kazuya's screams went to his ears. The silverette covered his ears with his hands, huffing out an amount of breath as he ran, ran from their halls as though a monster was following him. His body shivered from a nonexistent cold that wandered the air, hair risen from goosebumps that had been forgotten years ago. His body felt frail and weak from just a second of what he saw, there was even a second where Chaolan felt as though he would fall flat on the floor and stay there paralyzed. But, luckily he arrived back to his room.

With a harsh and loud slam of his door, the silverette quickly ran to his bed. Covering himself with the thickly warm blankets on his mattress, feeling as though no amount of heat nor cover could ever warm up his icily cold and shivering body. Lee curled up into a small ball, his frame trembling from the ever hateful feeling called fear. He hugged himself, tighter than, he ever could - breath still finding it hard to balance itself as even his body was not in it's normal pace.

As time ticked by, Chaolan slowly calmed himself down. The flashes of memory of his brother being.. Tortured? Was the ravenette actually being tortured or scolded by their Father? Questions and queries ran through his mind. Though all of them became unanswered even for someone as smart as him. Kazuya was by far, a smart, talented and very skilled fighter in Chaolan's opinion. He was someone whom the silverette had a very hard time catching up to; and if there was someone he'd look up to who wasn't their Father - it was most likely to be Kazuya.

Lee tried to push back all thoughts of the earlier happenings, trying to lie to himself that it was all his imagination and that he never went far from their usual dojo, not even taking a single step near the forbidden room.

His breathing calmed, though his body still shook from earlier. The silverette's eyes slowly closed themselves, Lee holding his hands close to his chest as his mind slowly started to darken and blank out, sleep finally arriving and carrying him off to slumber, though no feeling of rest nor dreams ever came to save him.