Haha. Actual first chapter. It sucks and is short because this is just the basic feel of the characters. Next will be, you guessed it, Jun. Because I'm an obsessive stupid little fangirl and I know I act stupid so no one needs to contradict me.
I hope you like it so far ;;
Kazuya, Lee, Heihachi etc are the sole property of Namco and I do not own them in any way gosh darn it.
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Enter Kazuya Mishima
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He strode into the room with an arrogant aire. Very few people stayed by him when he was like this. He had just gotten into a heated dispute with his ignorant father and he did not need to deal with this, not now, not ever. Letting out his anger on the punching bag in his own personal gym wasn't going to help, as usual, as his anger, once flared, never came down the same lifetime. Servants scurried out of his way as he made his way through the corridor and out the door into the garden.
This was Kazuya Mishima, rejected from God and taken by the Devil. This was the unlucky soul bound forever into the Devil's schemes and torments. The one no one cared for and no one made notion of unless he was to deal with them personally. As he quickly and furiously made his was through the garden to his own little sanctuary the Devil awoke to the current situation.
He's quite a bother isn't he, Kazuya?
"I don't want to talk about it"
Oh but Kazuya, you must think of me as your parent as well as your savior. Tell me your troubles.
"You were there to witness it, why should I recall the event?"
Because you need the anger, Kazuya. You need it to live, for it is the only this that keeps you alive. It is all you need to live, excluding me.
Kazuya grunted. "It doesn't take recalling that incident to rile me up. Just thinking of him..." He huffed and the Devil smiled.
The devil left him shortly after that. He knew that was all Kazuya needed for motivation. His father was the driving force of his anger, and unless he had his anger, the Devil had no need for him. So whenever he saw the opportunity, Devil would prod him with unwanted memories. Just to spur him on.
By the time Kazuya got to his own little sanctuary he was ready to strike to kill. He immediately began his arduous work on the punching bag. The anger consummed him more and more, allowing him to put more fire, more power, and more intensity to every blow of the fist. And it wouldn't be until hours later when he would succumb to his exhaustion and walk down his personal hall, into his room, and slumber.
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Kazuya was indeed not a morning person. Everyone knew it. He was more snappy in the morning. His brother though, would not care. He would pester and pester him in the morning, trying to bring him into an extremely agitated state and see if he could survive. Kazuya was always close to obliterating his brother from existance, but Lee, in the morning, would be just a little quicker. Kazuya DESPISED mornings. There would never be anything good to it.
For one thing, it brought him a new day of torture. If indeed God was a merciful god he would surely take pity on Kazuya and kill him some night. His like was going nowhere fast and Kazuya wasn't excited to see what a new day would bring him because he always knew the answer: nothing. There was nothing new in his life. There was nothing to look foreward to. It would just be one grueling day after another.
For another thing, everyone seemed to be more annoying in the morning, especially his brother. But the servants and their bustling, his father and his inane speeches, it just all seemed to get to him more in the morning than any other time of day, and for every one else, that spelled death if they did just the wrong thing.
Kazuya awoke and his dim room and sighed. He could already feel the day was going to be bad, but he also felt it would be different. In what way, he didn't know, and he really didn't want to find out either. He sat up and decided the only way he was ever going to find out what was different was if he actually did something instead of sit there.
Kazuya quickly cleaned himself in his facilities and dressed in his white robes. If this day wasn't going to be different, he didn't want to look like a fool by dressing up. He should just act like it was a normal everyday day. And so that's what he did.
He walked back to the domain where his father spent most of his time. Kazuya scoffed. Heihachi was not fit for this job. He was too stupid to realise just exactly how do do it and do it right. Of course, he would never say so aloud, but when he became the one in power, he would show how, just exactly HOW, to govern.
When Kazuya walked through the corridor to the throne room there were many fleeting eyes and hurried exits from his sudden presence. Heihachi looked up with disinterest, especially when he saw who it was. He had been chatting to Lee, his adopted son, and continued the conversation just as if Kazuya hadn't have walked in. Kazuya took his position on the right of Heihachi and just a little back. Kazuya showed no disdainful attitude towards his father, not now.
The day went by quite uneventful. Nothing happened in the morning or in the afternoon. It wasn't until Kazuya was about to retire for the night that he saw something quite interesting. Something he did not know why moved him so much. But, whatever the reason, all he knew is that he had a strange familiar feeling. Something sparked inside of him. He did not know whether this was a good thing, or a bad thing.
But it surely would change his life.
And scene! Lolz. ahem
So this is Kazuya, like you didn't know him anyways. I really don't know what to say about this chapter except...
I'M SOO SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING/GRAMMATICAL ERRORS YOU MIGHT SEE! I'm just not good like that and I don't like to proof-read (because I'm stupid) and I just post stuff once it's done because I want to get started on the next chapter ASAP and I'M SORRY!
R+R
