A/N-Hello. This is my version of Tekken 2 with a little twist, though I try to stay faithful to major events and characterization. I hope you enjoy reading my interpretation.


(The Family Business)

"Not now, Lee." The young, Japanese woman gently moved her right shoulder away from the silver-haired man's touch.

"That's not what you said last night." He smiled seductively then gently wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Last night we were at home, not in Mr. Mishima's office." As Lee held her tighter she made a half-hearted attempt to move away.

"He's not here now, is he?" He said as he tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

"I need to file these papers, and you know how he gets when—" Lee silenced her with a kiss. He was well aware of the consequences his actions could bring but there was something about her that he found irresistible. She finally draped her arms around his neck leaving her filing forgotten on the desk.

"Lee, I would truly appreciate it if you kept your hands off the help." They immediately pulled away when they heard a voice coming from the doorway.

"Kazuya," Lee began somewhat shakily. "I thought you weren't due in until this afternoon."

At twenty-eight years old Kazuya Mishima looked the part of a ruthless CEO more than most men twice his age. It wasn't his imposing figure, his impeccable designer suits or even the fact that he was the head of the Mishima Zaibatsu, a name synonymous with power. There was almost an aura about him that made men and women, be they janitors or chief executives, want to cower under his gaze. There was something almost unnatural behind his eyes that made them fear him.

Kazuya ignored his younger brother's comment and turned to his secretary, she hastily stepped away from Lee. "Is this what I pay you to do Sakura?" He slowly advanced toward the woman.

"N-no Mr. Mishima." She cast down her eyes as her face turned a deep shade of crimson. "I apologize, sir."

"An apology will do you no good next time."

"There won't be a next time, sir." She bowed slightly then quickly exited the office, her high-heeled shoes clicking loudly on the wooden floor.

Lee glared at his adopted brother. "Her name is Sayuri." He was one of the few people who dared question him and even he knew better than to do it often or at the wrong time.

Lee Chaolan was seen by most as the polar opposite of his brother. Having been adopted by Heihachi Mishima the brothers shared no physical resemblance, while Kazuya was dark-haired and Japanese, Lee was of Chinese descent and had straight, silver hair. Kazuya got his way by threat of force while Lee relied on his charisma and natural charm. He was the face of the Zaibatsu, in charge of public relations while Kazuya ruled behind the scenes.

Kazuya scoffed as he made his way to the large mahogany desk. "I doubt their names mean anything to you." He set his briefcase down and opened it then pulled out a newspaper.

"She's my girlfriend." Lee countered.

Kazuya smirked as he reclined on his chair setting the newspaper next to the briefcase. "What about that American lawyer that you were out with the night before last? And your dear Anna?"

"That's none of your damn business." Lee felt his body tense at the mention of Anna's name.

"You're right." Kazuya opened a drawer on his desk and put the briefcase away. "I really don't give a damn, as long as you don't do it on my time, or on my desk." He made a face of disgust.

"Have you given any more thought to what we talked about the other day?" Lee felt that it was the time to strike. He had learned to read his brother over the years, there were brief moments that most people didn't know existed when Kazuya was approachable.

"What was it?" He asked dismissively as he opened the newspaper. "I can't remember."

"About investing in robotics research." Lee was quickly becoming irritated but he knew better than to show it and ruin his opportunity. "Expanding beyond that piece of junk that the old man left in the lab to rust."

"No." He shifted his gaze toward the paper.

"No? That's all you're going to say?"

"It was a yes or no question."

"Fine then. Why not?"

"Because it's a stupid idea."

His answer angered Lee but he skillfully masked his feelings, he knew it was what Kazuya wanted. "It's not stupid, it would benefit the Zaibatsu. I've done extensive research, over a year's worth, you know that I have a degree in mechanical engineering; I have educated myself further since. I know what I'm talking about, I'm very serious about this."

Kazuya sighed. "Even if it wasn't a stupid idea, it's expensive and too unpredictable. Why do you think the prototype was abandoned?"

"Of course it is, but there's virtually no competition right now except for the Russians, and all they're focusing on is a combat android."

"There's no competition because it's too expensive, and if we're not going to be focusing on a combat model, what's the point?"

"There's more money to be made if we focus on what people, normal people want." He explained exasperatedly, he immediately inhaled deeply, realizing that he was about to lose his composure. He quickly managed to make his tone even. "We can focus on robots that can do household chores or even-"

Kazuya cut him off. "You're too late, coffee makers and vacuum cleaners have already been invented, I'm not going to risk the Zaibatsu's money to indulge your childhood fantasies. I don't want to talk about this again." Lee knew that the final word had been said. "Did you see this?" Kazuya asked pointing to an article on the second page.

Lee turned the newspaper and read the title, "Mullen Aircraft Services Cuts Ties With Mishima Zaibatsu." He looked at his brother. "I saw it."

"Isn't it your job to keep things like this out of the newspapers?"

Lee sighed. "It's a regurgitated story that an Irish newspaper ran last week, there's nothing I can do about what other countries print." It was his job to make the Zaibatsu look as clean as possible for the Japanese media, most of the time he was able to spin a story but lately Kazuya's antics had been making it more difficult.

"He says that since I became the head of the Zaibatsu it has strayed from the honorable path... Says the illegal weapons dealer, goddamned hypocrite." Kazuya sounded more amused than irritated.

Lee had to agree with that. Desmond Mullen owned a successful aircraft leasing company in Ireland, it was privately owned and not big enough to give any of the top companies any competition, but it was doing well. Too well some thought and they were right as Mullen made most of his money through illegal weapons deals selling to criminal organizations in Ireland and other parts of the world.

"It's not even on the front page," Lee said, "it's a fluff piece, he doesn't specify anything, he's merely announcing that he won't lease to us anymore. We have nothing to worry about. You know newspapers will print pretty much anything if it means they get to mention the Zaibatsu."

"Well," Kazuya looked at his watch, "as of right now Desmond Mullen will cease to be a thorn in my side."

Lee furrowed his brow as he looked at his brother. "What do you mean cease?"

"I mean he'll be dead." His tone was too nonchalant, Lee felt a chill as he saw the look of smug satisfaction on his face.

He looked at Lee. "What time is it in Ireland?"

"Four a.m."

"Perfect," he closed the newspaper, "an hour ago then."

Lee stared at him in disbelief. "You had him killed because of a stupid article?"

"No, I had him killed because he slipped my name to Interpol, they were onto him over his weapons deals, so he started naming clients."

Lee gaped at him for a moment. "...He gives your name to Interpol and then you have him killed? Could you be more conspicuous? You're practically leaving a trail of blood leading straight-"

"They can't prove anything other than that he was legally leasing us a jet, which he was," he said casually. "And I was far from his only buyer, he made a lot of people angry, it could have been anyone."

Lee began to pace the room. "Why are you telling me this? You know I don't like to know about it?"

"Because if for some unfathomable and extremely unlikely reason I ever go down... I'm taking you with me," Kazuya smirked. "If I tell you, you can't deny that you knew."

Lee felt his heartbeat accelerate, he was the one who had chosen Mullen's company precisely because he knew that he sold weapons behind closed doors. Before the King of Iron Fist tournament, Heihachi had planned to train his own private combat task force, to what end, Lee didn't know. Once Heihachi had been defeated and Kazuya had taken over the Zaibatsu, Kazuya had decided that he liked the idea and continued where his father had left off, but there was a stark difference between the two Mishima's methods. Heihachi wasn't above extortion and bribery, perhaps even assassination, but when he engaged in such practices he was discreet and used them as a last resort. Kazuya, on the other hand, threatened force at the first sign of resistance.

Kazuya was right, Lee decided, he knew too much, was involved in too much to feign innocence if the time ever arose. He needed to do something, find some way to take over the Zaibatsu and set it on the law-abiding path or else he would have to distance himself from it. He didn't want to resort to that, it pained him to even think about it. The Zaibatsu had been his by right, it was his destiny. He would only separate himself from it as a last resort, only of his life depended on it.

"Now," Kazuya began to leaf through some papers that he'd taken out of a drawer, "I have that meeting this afternoon, I'll expect my notes and charts to be organized and ready in half an hour."

"Half an hour?" Lee asked outraged. "It'll take me about that long to get the first half done."

Without warning Kazuya threw a stapler across the room, it shattered as it hit the wall breaking a framed photograph of the Tokyo skyline in the process. Had Lee not moved it would have collided with his head, which had obviously been the intended target. "I think I've been tolerant enough for today." Kazuya's voice was low, always a deadly sign. "Perhaps if you hadn't been playing around you would already have it done."

"I know...I-"

Kazuya looked at his watch. "Twenty-nine minutes."

Lee turned toward the door and left the office knowing very well that it was best not to argue.


"You are so late!" Lee heard Sayuri say as he opened the door to his apartment. It had been an extremely difficult and draining day, he closed the door behind him, tossed his keys onto the coffee table and collapsed on the brown leather couch.

"How could he keep you this late," the beautiful young woman said as she made her way toward him, "it's already past nine." She knelt beside him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"The meeting ran late." He said wearily.

"I could have stayed to help you."

"And ruin his fun?" He closed his eyes.

He heard Sayuri sigh as she softly as she knelt beside him. "I'm just disgusted by the way he treats you, you're his brother."

"Adopted brother, never to be mistaken with brother." Lee scoffed. "Not that it would make any damn difference."

They were both silent for a short moment. She reached for the pack of cigarettes next to the ashtray. "...Can you tell me what the top secret meeting was about?" He knew she had been extremely curious, for more than a week the Zaibatsu employees had been speaking and speculating about a secret meeting. Something that not even Sayuri, Kazuya's secretary knew about.

Lee opened his eyes and sat up, Sayuri extracted a cigarette from the pack and handed it to him along with a lighter. "Well..." He began as he lit it, "...It's out in the open now." He took a long drag from his cigarette, slowly exhaled then ran his fingers through his platinum hair. "Kazuya has decided that there will be a second King of Iron Fist tournament."

"Why? The first tournament was held to decide who would gain control of the Zaibatsu, wasn't it?" Lee understood her confusion, after defeating and killing Heihachi, Kazuya had been declared the winner of the tournament and now ran the company. To most people, the news of a second tournament would make no sense.

"Strange isn't it?" Lee said. "He met with the potential sponsors today; most of them decided to back him."

"Why another tournament?" Sayuri took a seat beside him.

"That's what I wondered, but today, after the meeting he told me why." Lee turned to look at his girlfriend. "Heihachi is alive."

She gave a small gasp and put her hand to her chest. "How?"

Lee shrugged. "The old man must have tough skin or something." He had asked Kazuya the same question and he too had failed to come up with an answer. It had been nearly two years since Kazuya had defeated their father at the end of the first King of Iron Fist tournament. Then, either for good measure or perhaps simply revenge, he had decided to throw him down a ravine. The very same that Heihachi had thrown a five-year old Kazuya into, and he too left him for dead. After the meeting, the two brothers decided that it was best not to dwell on the how of his survival and focus on the fact that he was alive and undoubtedly out for revenge.

Sayuri cast down her eyes. "You're going to enter the tournament aren't you?"

"I already did." He said as he put the cigarette in the ashtray.

She sighed then gave a small nod. "When is it?"

"Two months. I'm going to start training tomorrow, I'll have to be up by four so I can at least get a good two or three hours in before I have to go to work." He stood up. "I'm going to bed."

"Lee..." She took his hand, there was a genuine look of concern on her pretty face. "I..." She looked down and didn't finish what she was going to say.

Lee pulled her up and held her close. "Don't worry, everything will turn out well." He only wished that he could believe it.


"I'm sorry Miss Kazama, but Mr. Mishima does not wish to meet with you." Sayuri tapped her pen on the desk impatiently. "There is nothing I can do. I'm terribly sorry." She quickly hung up the phone. "I swear that woman is going to drive me crazy." She said turning her chair toward Lee's desk.

"Who is she?" Lee asked as he leafed through a folder in front of him.

"She's from some wildlife agency thing. She calls at least once a day asking for a meeting with Mr. Mishima." She stood up and grabbed a stack of papers from her desk.

"Oh."

She rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed at Lee's lack of interest. "Speaking of which I have to have him sign these." She was about to step away from her desk when the phone rang. "Damn phone." She grumbled as she picked up the receiver. "Mr. Mishima's office, Sayuri speaking." She paused for a moment. "Hold please." She pushed a button and Lee's phone rang.

"I don't have time for this." He continued to study his papers.

"You better answer it," Sayuri instructed. "He said it was important."

"Damn it." He reached for the receiver.

She watched Lee pick up the phone then made her way to Kazuya's office, she knocked once then entered. "Excuse me, sir," she walked to the desk and stood near his chair as she set the papers to his right, "Miss Jun Kazama called again, she insists on meeting with you."

"Who?" He asked without looking up from his desk.

"Jun Kazama, from the WWWC."

"What the hell is the WC?

"WWWC, it's a wildlife protection agency."

"Have Lee take care of it." He said dismissively.

"Yes, sir." She inwardly sighed, Lee wasn't going to be happy, but at least she knew the best way to appease him. "Also, these need to be reviewed and signed by tomorrow at the latest."

"What are they?" He moved his attention from the large stack of papers in front of him and looked at her.

"The rules and conditions for the sponsors of the tournament." She explained as she bent down to point to the heading on the top page.

Kazuya looked from her face to the papers on his desk, she noticed his eyes linger briefly on her chest and immediately felt her cheeks flush as she remembered how low-cut her blouse was. He looked up at her again, when their eyes met she felt butterflies in her stomach and quickly looked away. "Fine." He gave her a small stack of documents and continued to talk as if nothing had happened. "I need these copied and sent out to each of the names on this list. I want it done by this afternoon." He handed her the list and she took it along with the rest of the papers.

"Yes, sir. Is there anything else?"

"Not at the moment." Without saying another word she made her way out, as she did she swore she felt his eyes on her and felt herself blush. Sayuri closed the door behind her and hastily made her way back to her desk.

"I have to go," Lee informed her on his way to the door. "I'll be back in about an hour."

"Where are you going?"

"I'll tell you when I come back."

"Wait, Mr. Mishima is..." She spoke too late, he had disappeared through the door, "...going to be mad."