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(No Regrets)
Sayuri paced back and forth in front of the television set. It was nearing nine o'clock in the evening and she was still waiting to hear from Lee, he had said that he would be back in one hour, but that had been before lunch. She didn't know whether to feel worried, angry or suspicious. There were times when he was needed at the Zaibatsu after the workday was over, she understood that he had certain duties that could not wait until the next day. However, there were some instances when she had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that refused to leave her, a feeling that he wasn't being faithful. There were nights when he came home later than she expected him and when she asked for an explanation all he had was a bullshit excuse or story and she always let it go, every time. She knew there would come a time when one more bullshit excuse would be one too many, but she didn't know when that would be, maybe tonight, she thought, maybe after the day she'd had at work.
He had left her to deal with an angry Kazuya, being around him when he was in a bad mood always left her drained and emotional. There was a heavy feeling in the office on those days, it seemed to envelop her, weigh her down and make her throat tighten. It was almost unnatural. He was intimidating no matter what mood he was in but when he was angry there was something about his eyes that seemed to pierce her soul, made her want to cower and hide. She suddenly remembered the way he had looked at her just before Lee left when they were alone in his office and she felt her heart quicken; there had been no anger then. She wished she could say that she didn't like it, that it made her uncomfortable but... The sound of the door opening jolted her out of her thoughts, she quickly spun around to see Lee stepping inside.
"Where have you been?" Sayuri demanded.
Lee tossed his keys on the coffee table then walked toward her. "You weren't worried, were you?" He asked wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Of course I was!" Sayuri tried to squirm away, but he held her tightly. He seemed to be in a good mood, she didn't know if she should be relieved or angry. "Where were you?" She asked again.
"I had to take care of some important business that took longer than I expected." He explained.
"Define business." A bullshit excuse, just like she expected.
"I'm going to be gone for a while."
"How long? Where?" Nothing he was saying making her feel better.
"Two weeks. Hong Kong."
His answer surprised her. "Why would you need to go to Hong Kong? What about the tournament?" She felt her suspicions subside somewhat, there wasn't much time left before the start of the tournament, he wouldn't leave Japan unless it was important.
Lee sighed, let go of her waist then walked toward the couch. "This tournament..."He paused and ran his fingers through his hair. "It just seems wrong."
"How do you mean?"
"I want to think that I'll win and that I'll gain control of the Zaibatsu but I want to be prepared." Sayuri took his hand, he looked so concerned that she felt that she needed to reach out to him. So much for being angry with him. "I'm working very hard, and I know that I have become a much better fighter than I was at the last tournament, but still, I have to be open-minded and see that things may not turn out as I expect."
Sayuri was glad to hear him say that, she knew how much winning meant to Lee and had been worried about how he would react if he lost. Knowing that he saw that as a possibility lifted a tremendous weight off her shoulders. She suddenly felt guilty for being angry with him, Kazuya put him through so much, what he needed was her support, not her distrust.
"What does this have to do with Hong Kong?" She asked after a short pause.
"I'm starting my own company." He said smiling broadly.
"And you hadn't told me about it?" She knew she must have sounded angry, but in reality, she was hurt. They had shared a home for months, he should have trusted her enough to tell her.
"I was planning to tell you when I was sure that everything had worked out."
Sayuri sighed understanding. She knew that he despised being seen as a failure, so it made sense that he had kept it hidden until he was sure the outcome would be in his favor. "I'm assuming it did work out."
"It worked out." He answered her with a smile.
"I'm glad." She said wrapping her arms around his neck leaving her misgivings forgotten. "What is this super secret company?"
"Some very generous investors see great potential in my robotics research, we're going to start small, but it doesn't matter. They want me to lead, they trust my instincts even though most of them are older than my father. All I have to do is go to Hong Kong for two weeks to personally oversee the hiring of staff and to sign contracts and attend meetings." There was an enthusiasm behind his eyes that she had seldom seen before, she had caught glimpses of it but it always disappeared after meeting with his brother. This was different, though, it was almost as if it were radiating from him.
"When are you leaving?"
"My flight leaves at six in the morning, I'm scheduled to meet with them tomorrow evening."
She suddenly felt anxious, she didn't want to be alone with Kazuya. "What am I supposed to say tomorrow?"
"Just go in as you always do," Lee instructed. "When Kazuya asks where I am, tell him that I never came home and that you don't know. He can't prove otherwise."
"He'll know you're up to something." He couldn't prove it, but she knew it wouldn't make him any less angry or difficult to be around.
"I'll call him and tell him that I'm taking two weeks off to train for the tournament."
She felt a pang of anger, he was leaving her alone with him for two weeks, who knew what might happen in those two weeks, Lee might come home to find her fired. She almost protested but seeing him so excited, genuinely happy, made her keep her thoughts to herself.
"What about when you come back?" She asked choosing to worry about Lee's fate instead of hers. "He'll at least have you killed."
"It won't matter." He said nonchalantly. "I'll be back just in time for the tournament and I'll either win or... Well, either way, it won't matter."
Sayuri sighed. Too many scenarios were running through her head, neither she nor Lee had a good outcome in any of them but she resolved to do what he asked, to do it for him so that he could finally have a foothold on something. He deserved it, he deserved some recognition, an opportunity to show that he could be a leader and a successful entrepreneur, that the Zaibatsu needed him, not the other way around.
"I'll expect a phone call every day." She said sternly.
"Every day." He promised as he kissed her.
She wanted to lose herself in that kiss the way that she always did. She wanted his hands to make her forget about her insecurities the same way that they did every time he touched her, but she was too worried. There was a feeling in her chest that wouldn't leave her, it was almost as if her lungs were being squeezed making her want to inhale to fill them with air. She was going to see Kazuya Mishima in the morning, she was going to look him in the eye and lie to him. She imagined the way he would look at her when she did, those eyes full of anger piercing into her soul... She suddenly remembered the way he had looked at her that morning and the way he had made her heart beat faster. She quickly pulled away from Lee.
"You should pack before it gets late." She said pressing her fingertips to her temple.
He looked taken aback. "I have time."
"I need some rest," she said walking toward the bedroom, "I have a stressful day tomorrow." She left him standing in the living room with a confused look on his face. She felt guilty but decided that she would make it up to him in the morning. She got ready for bed hoping that a good night's sleep would ease her worries.
Six days had passed since Lee had left for Hong Kong. Though Sayuri was more than happy to receive his phone calls telling her that everything was going well, it always scared her to think about what would happen when he returned. Kazuya was becoming more and more irritable each day as his list of duties grew without Lee and to make things worse Jun Kazama called more frequently. Sayuri could take no more, between her usual duties and with the addition of Lee's she had little time to waste. After hanging up the phone she resolutely stood up and made her way to Kazuya's office.
She knocked once then entered the office, the look on his face told her that she had not picked a good time. "...Sir?" She timidly approached him.
"Sato backed out," Kazuya said walking toward his desk. "He doesn't think sponsoring the tournament will be good for his business."
"You lost a sponsor?" Sayuri asked for lack of a better comment.
Kazuya responded with a scowl. "Lee was supposed to convince him, but he's somewhere training for his futile cause. What the hell was he thinking when he left?" He extracted a file from the middle of a large stack of papers on his desk. "I hope he realizes that there will be consequences when he returns."
"That's the second sponsor you've lost since he left," Sayuri said feeling bold, glad that he was beginning to see how much he needed Lee, "maybe you should remember that when he returns."
Kazuya glared at her. "You need to remember your place, you are not irreplaceable. I can make it so that no one in Tokyo will dare hire you after I have security throw you out of here." He warned.
"Of course, sir, I realize that." She said taking a shaky breath as she tried to think of what had compelled her to say something so stupid. "I-I apologize."
Kazuya roughly pushed the file into her hands. "This is Sato's file, I don't need it in here."
"Yes, sir." She bowed slightly then began to head for the door, but stopped when she was halfway there. "Sir?" She said timidly, remembering why she had approached him in the first place.
"More smart remarks?" Kazuya crossed his arms over his broad chest.
"No." She lowered her head. "That Jun Kazama has not stopped calling here since the day when I first told you about her."
"Who?" The annoyance in his voice made her feel more anxious.
"Jun Kazama, from the wildlife agency." The impatient expression on his face made her speak more quickly wanting to be out of his office as soon as possible. "She calls multiple times a day, it's gotten to the point where it's difficult to get my work done, taking into consideration all the additional work I need to do..."
"Damn it." He shook his head. "This is supposed to be Lee's job, to meet with people like her so that I don't have to." He looked intently at Sayuri. "Where is he, really?"
"I don't know, sir." Her voice was steady, it surprised her, inside she was trembling. "Still in Asia, possibly Japan I suppose, but I couldn't tell you where. As I've told you before, all he said was that he wanted to train free of distractions."
"You share a home, don't you?" He asked continuing to hold her gaze. "He didn't even bother to tell you?"
"No, sir."
"Hmm." A smile formed on his lips. "Perhaps he went to trade you for a newer model, he has always been quite fond of foreign women. I must say that I'm surprised you've lasted this long."
She looked down but didn't say anything, everyone was well aware of Lee's reputation as a womanizer. Kazuya's words brought forth the doubts that she had pushed to the back of her mind since Lee had left for Hong Kong.
"How does my schedule look tomorrow?" Kazuya suddenly asked offhandedly.
"The day is full until two o'clock then you have a meeting with Bennett Industries scheduled for three-thirty." She answered without hesitation determined not to let him see that he had struck a nerve.
"Just schedule a ten-minute meeting before that, it's all I need to make sure Jun Kazama never calls here again." He walked back to his desk.
Sayuri didn't doubt his words. "I'll schedule her for two fifty." She turned and quickly exited the office.
Kazuya watched as Sayuri left, unable to look away; it was difficult not to admire her figure. His own thoughts surprised and angered him at the same time, there should be nothing to admire about a disrespectful employee. He shook his head attempting to put her out of his mind but her image refused to disappear. He knew the only reason why he didn't fire her after that remark was that he needed her at the moment. Everything was behind as it was, it would take weeks to train someone else and Lee was not there to train anyone. That was they only reason why she was still working.
Do not attempt to deceive yourself, he heard the voice within him say, you know the true reason why she is still here... You want her.
"I do not." Devil's voice was something that Kazuya had grown to despise over the years, always taunting him, at times pestering him, but it was a small price to pay for the power that he gave him. "I'm a man and I have eyes if there is something in my field of view I'm going to look at it."
She is very beautiful. It cannot be helped. You have desired her since the first time you saw her, but she is your brother's woman, what a shame.
"I have no time for this." Kazuya sifted through his papers trying to occupy himself with something.
Have you not noticed the sensuous manner in which she walks? Or her revealing clothing?
"Leave me alone, Demon!" Kazuya slammed a fist on his desk.
The creature laughed. You could have her if she were anyone else, anyone at all. I am sure that even you will not stoop so low as to disrespect your brother in such a way.
"Stop calling him my brother and leave me alone."
As you wish.
"The last thing I want is a secretary, especially her." Kazuya glanced at the door then continued to sift through his work.
Jun Kazama hung up the phone feeling light-hearted over the tiny victory. After weeks of trying, she had finally been given an appointment with Kazuya Mishima. She looked around the small and cluttered office at the three empty desks topped with an array of cardboard boxes that were filled with manila folders. There was no space to put them on the floor and they had not been given the filing cabinets that they had been promised. She had to crane her neck around a box every time she wanted to talk to a coworker.
Two of the walls were plastered with posters of wild animals in their habitats, there were also other posters that showed animals in captivity with a silly quote or saying printed beneath the picture; she hated those. The wall with the window was left barren and the one parallel to it had policies, flyers and phone numbers stapled or tacked haphazardly onto it. It was a sad sight. She stood up from her uncomfortable chair and stretched her arms and back, she hated office work and she hated the cheap chairs that the staff in her small office was forced to use.
The World Wildlife Welfare and Conservation Agency received generous donations every day, she wished that at least a bit of the proceeds would be spent on the comfort of its employees, God knew the offices at headquarters were well equipped and furnished. Yet here she was in the tiny, uncomfortable office. She had been told that it was temporary, only until they were able to lease a building with more office space, but Jun wasn't sure that she believed them.
She was surprised at her own bitter thoughts, but it was the end of the day, an entire day of sitting at a desk making phone calls and filling out paperwork. She was not meant for that type of work. The bureaucracy of defending the welfare of wild animals was maddening, all her supervisors at the WWWC headquarters ever did was complicate things. She felt that she accomplished much more when she was able to do things off the book, though she had never lied, merely omitted some facts. She had been raised to be honest and truthful and so far for the past six months that she had worked for the WWWC she had managed to stay that way.
Jun's feeling of victory quickly dissipated as she laid eyes on the open manila folder next to the telephone. The top page read, 'Mishima Zaibatsu Report,' the current CEO of the Zaibatsu was Kazuya Mishima. Under his name and title was a litany of offenses against wild animals and their habitats that his company had allegedly committed. Allegedly. It was now Jun's assignment to find evidence against him or the Zaibatsu, perhaps get a confession from him or someone else.
It had been initially an assignment meant for Noriko who had the most experience and was old enough to be her mother. Jun had felt a fear grip the woman at the mention of the Zaibatsu, it was palpable to Jun but no one else in the room sensed anything, Noriko was very good at keeping a straight face. She felt the relief from her other two coworkers as Noriko's name was mentioned, the air in the office was suddenly lighter, but at the same time, it felt as if all of the fear and tension had concentrated in one area and shifted entirely to Noriko enveloping her like a dark, dense fog. Again, no one else noticed. Then Noriko had looked at Jun and it was as if a ray of hope had pierced through the fog.
"What about Jun?" Noriko had asked with a soft smile. "She's young and pretty and Kazuya Mishima is young and handsome," she had then looked at her supervisor and coworkers for support, "maybe they'll hit it off and it will be easier for her to get information from him." To Jun's utter dismay they all nodded in agreement.
"Yes, what a great idea," the supervisor visiting from headquarters had said, "you'd be surprised at what men will say just to impress a pretty girl. Also, Jun has shown that she has great skill even though she's new." She added quickly.
"Oh, yes," Noriko said, "I bet she'll have him wrapped around her little finger in no time, she's such a sweet and pretty thing." The other two coworkers were silent but nodded in agreement.
Jun had tried to protest. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with-"
"We really need to bag this one," her supervisor looked sternly at her, "big game like this can mean a promotion for me...and all of you as well."
Jun was appalled by her use of hunting analogy but she did her best to smile politely even though she had been, and still was, deeply bothered. Were they aware of the implications? No, she had realized, Noriko's relief and the supervisor's excitement at the thought of a promotion surrounded everyone and everything in the office, it completely overpowered every other thought in their minds. And what exactly did they expect her to do other than question him the same way any WWWC officer would question anyone else. They seemed to think that they were about to send her into a bad spy movie where becoming intimate with the enemy led to anything other than regret.
She didn't like it.
What she had wanted was to work directly with the animals, do real fieldwork, stand between an elephant and a poacher's gun, save tigers from being caught in traps, be out in the open breathing fresh air. She didn't want to interview a rich man in an expensive suit who was probably wearing shoes made from illegal leather. She told herself that it was a stepping stone, one step closer to doing what she wanted to do. She would pay her dues in that tiny office so that one day soon she could be traveling to India, Madagascar, maybe even Antarctica just so she could see penguins in their natural habitat.
She closed the folder with the Mishima Zaibatsu's information and picked it up along with her purse, she turned off the lights and locked the office. Just a stepping stone, she thought on her way to the bus stop.
"That meeting is going to change my life." She stopped as the realization came to her and she suddenly felt a chill run through her and a heavy feeling settled in her chest.
She was never wrong about those things, never.
At that moment she felt as if someone were looking over her shoulder and saw goose bumps rise on her arms, the presence felt somewhat intrusive, but she decided to ignore it as she felt no malice. Continuing on her way she could not shake the feeling of uneasiness as she thought about her meeting with Kazuya Mishima.
Perhaps Noriko had been right to pass off the assignment after all.
It was nearly five o'clock, Sayuri was eager to go home and have a hot bath and a glass of wine, to just be away from the Mishima Building. She wanted to hear Lee's voice, she wanted him to erase the doubts that Kazuya had awakened in her mind. She locked Kazuya's office then began to lock the drawers in her desk. She wondered what Lee was doing at the same moment and hoped that he was able to train as much as he needed for the tournament.
When she was about to put the appointment book away she heard the door open and looked up to see a woman step inside. She was tall and had shoulder-length blonde hair, she was somewhat attractive, and looked to be in her late twenties, she smiled at Sayuri and walked up to her desk. Sayuri guessed that she was an attorney, judging by the dark pantsuit she was wearing and the way she carried herself, with an air of smug confidence that she didn't particularly like.
"Hello," Sayuri smiled politely, "how may I help you?" She was surprised that no one from the reception desk had called to tell her someone was coming up, but if security had let her into the building in meant that she had business with the Zaibatsu. She hoped the woman was proficient in Japanese.
"Hello, I'm looking for Lee." The woman's Japanese was fair at best but Sayuri had a keen ear and usually did well deciphering what foreigners were saying when they butchered Japanese.
"He isn't here, but I can help you with anything you need."
"Hmm." She seemed disappointed. "My name is Amanda Mason, I'm an attorney with Bennett Industries, will he be here tomorrow?"
"No," Sayuri said shortly. "The receptionist downstairs didn't tell you?"
"There was no one at the desk."
That bitch took off early again. Sayuri mentally rolled her eyes. "I'm very sorry about that, how may I help you, Miss Mason?"
"Are you sure he won't be here tomorrow?" The woman persisted.
"Yes, I'm certain."
"When will he return?"
"In a week." Sayuri didn't like the lawyer's insistence, it deeply bothered her, gave her a feeling of uneasiness. "Again, Miss Mason, I can help you with anything you need."
She sighed. "I was hoping to move the appointment with Bennett Industries to four o'clock tomorrow."
"Oh." Sayuri opened the appointment book as she forced herself to smile. A foreign lawyer making her way to the Mishima Building through downtown Tokyo, so close to rush hour to change the time of a meeting? She wasn't buying it. "I'm sorry, it looks like three-thirty is the only time we have available tomorrow, it's not possible to change it."
The woman shrugged. "It was worth the try."
"Hmm." She forced a smile again.
"May I have a pen and paper, also an envelope?"
"Of course." Sayuri handed her the items and went back to putting her things away for the day. There was a heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach, but maybe she was wrong, she told herself, she prayed that she was wrong.
"Thank you." Amanda Mason said startling her as she set the pen and notepad on Sayuri's desk, without saying anything else she made her way out the door.
Sayuri looked toward Lee's desk and saw that she had put the envelope next to his computer. She briskly walked toward the desk and without hesitation picked up the envelope, she immediately noticed that there was something heavy inside. She opened it and her heart sank when she saw the silver, rectangular object, Lee's lighter. He had lost it weeks earlier, on a night when he told her that he had run into an old friend from college during lunch and that he was going to meet him at a bar to catch up after work. She remembered it had been around the time when the Zaibatsu began to deal with Bennett Industries. She felt her arms grow heavy and her throat tight. There was a note inside, she couldn't stop herself, she pulled it out and attempted to read it. It was in English, Sayuri could speak as well as read some, but the woman's handwriting was god-awful, she was sure even a native English speaker would have trouble deciphering it. She was able to make out the words 'see you' and 'time' but that was it, she had signed with her first name only and had written a phone number.
Everyone was right, she realized as she held the lighter tightly to her chest. The whispers, the rumors, her own suspicions, it had all been right; she should have listened to her instincts. She took Amanda's note and angrily stuffed it into an unlocked drawer, she wanted him to see it, she wanted him to know that she knew. How many women? How many times? She sat on his chair feeling defeated, staring at the lighter in her open hand. She didn't want to go home, didn't want to be there when he called, didn't want to hear him trying to come up with another bullshit excuse. That made her sad and angry at the same time because just before that woman had walked through the door she had wanted nothing more than to hear his voice.
It was after six o'clock when Kazuya finally stepped into the elevator of the Mishima Building. Lee is a dead man, he kept repeating that over and over in his head, his absence had left a void that needed to be filled and Kazuya was the one being forced to fill it. There were duties to delegate, meetings to attend and tournament preparations to oversee. Sayuri and other employees were able to handle a significant part of the work, but there were still some responsibilities that no one else was able to fulfill or that no one else could be trusted with.
Promoting the tournament through media appearances was one of those things, it was something that Kazuya hated and Lee reveled in. He had just finished giving an interview at a television station, it had been short and to the point, no frills. He had hated it nonetheless, though it had been entertaining to see the news crew scurry about trying not to do anything that would upset him. They had asked if Lee was going to join him, he could see in their faces, hear in their voices that they wished he had been the one who showed up. He had wanted Lee to be the one to do interviews too, to do everything that was his duty and everything that Kazuya hated. He was going to make his life a living hell when he came back.
He is planning something, Devil had not stopped reminding him all day, deceiving you somehow. Why else would he miss an opportunity to show his conceited, pretty face to the world?
It was unlikely, Kazuya thought, but not impossible. He's just training for the tournament, he insisted, he thinks he will be able to defeat me and win ownership of the Zaibatsu.
Believe what you choose, but don't say I didn't warn you. He felt Devil retreat to the back of his mind as he stepped out of the elevator.
He stopped in front of the door labeled, 'Kazuya Mishima, Chief Executive Officer,' and walked inside. The front room of the office was large and well lit, there were comfortable, black leather chairs with their backs against the wall available for anyone who was waiting to be seen. Lee and Sayuri's desks were in the center, one on the right and one on the left with about ten feet separating the two. He liked the way it was decorated, clean and minimal with muted colors and framed black and white photographs of Tokyo. One of the first things he had ordered done after he came to power was to have the office and the entire building redecorated. He had every gaudy artifact and painting that Heihachi loved to fill rooms with removed, he had wanted nothing of his influence to remain in the building. Kazuya stepped into his private office and turned on the lights, he did not expect to see Sayuri sitting on the black, leather couch beside the door.
"What the hell are you doing in my office in the dark?" He asked feeling curious but mostly irritated because he hated being caught off guard.
"I'm sorry, sir." She said with her voice low and her head down. "It's just that I've had a horrible day and I wanted some time somewhere quiet before I get on the subway. Whenever I look upset men tell me that I should smile and I can't handle that today."
He shook his head at the absurdity of her problem. "They tell you to smile? Do they also have the audacity to open doors for you?"
"A man wouldn't understand." Her voice was barely audible. "I'm sorry," she said standing up, "I'll clean this up and go."
He noticed that she had a glass in her hand. "Were you drinking my scotch?"
"I apologize," she said, though she sounded annoyed rather than apologetic, "I didn't think you would notice."
"What else do you do that you think I won't notice?" He eyed her suspiciously. "How many times have you done this before?"
"None," she looked him in the eye, "and I've never done anything other than work my ass off for you." She immediately looked away. "I'm sorry, it must be the alcohol talking."
It was intriguing to see her behave that way, it seemed that she had been growing a spine during Lee's absence, it was amusing, but if she caught him in a bad mood she would regret it.
"Since you're here," Kazuya began as he watched her pick up the bottle of scotch from the end table, "are there any changes for tomorrow?"
"No."
When she walked to put the bottle back in the cabinet he noticed that she was barefoot, it was strange seeing her that way. She casually walked around him to put her used glass on the tray sitting on top of a dark wooden table with the other glasses that the cleaning crew needed to wash. As she did he suddenly saw her differently, she was no longer just an aesthetically pleasing fixture during the workday, she was a woman. He noticed her form-fitting gray skirt and pink button-up blouse, he noticed how her clothing hugged every curve of her body without being overly tight. She stopped what she was doing undoubtedly feeling his eyes on her and turned to look at him, he saw that she was not wearing lipstick as she usually did during the day. She turned away and tried to busy herself rearranging the used glasses, he walked up behind her and put his hands on her slender waist. She stopped what she was doing, but didn't turn and didn't try to move away.
"...I always hope that I won't have to be alone with you." She said quietly.
"Why?"
"Because you scare me."
"Do I scare you now?" He slid his hands down her form and rested them on her hips.
She slowly turned to face him. "Not in the way you usually do, this is worse." She rested her forehead on his shoulder for a few moments. "Do you ever feel like you're a bad person for doing the things that you do?"
"Not even once." He answered as he began to undo the buttons of her blouse.
She sighed. "I shouldn't do this."
"There's the door," he said continuing to undo the buttons, "I'm not making you do anything you don't want to do. There are no victims in this scenario."
She closed her eyes and lightly shook her head. "...If she would have been just a couple of minutes later..."
"Then what?" He asked, though he didn't know who she was referring to.
"I'd be home right now."
"But you're here." He gently ran his fingertips over her arms and he saw goose bumps rise on her skin.
"I'm here."
He felt her delicate hands on his face as she pulled him down to meet her lips, he could taste the alcohol in her mouth and it made her even more desirable somehow, more human. It made her real. He knew she would hate herself for it later, but he didn't care, she knew what she was doing, it wasn't his problem. He pulled away to give her one last chance to change her mind, but she didn't move, she merely looked at him expectantly. He pulled her close and kissed her again. Fully aware of the weight of his actions he took what he wanted and felt no regret.
A/N: If you're reading this I hope you enjoyed it. What I just did may not be popular with some, but I don't worry, I know that Jun and Kazuya belong together. This is supposed to be a little AU twist, not full on Bizarro World. Also, I looked everywhere but couldn't find what WWWC in Tekken stood for, so I made up something that I thought made sense. Thank you for reading.
