Nar! Chapter nine! It's... yeah. Devil needed to actually have a speaking part. I don't really imagine him this way, but it was supposed to be comical, therefore, Devil is... comical. I hope.
-Sighs- Still too short though...

Once again, don't own Tekken cries

Chapter Nine - Company
Kazuya sat in his uncomfortable hospital bed early the next morning. He woke up early because one thing was on his mind: his question.

What would Jun's answer be? Would she welcome his feelings with open arms or shun them, awkwardness forever being their company whenever she was near? What would become of their relationship? He was nervous to find out, but he also couldn't take the waiting anymore.

So he sat impatiently in his bed. Jun wasn't going to come for another thirty minutes, as indicated by the clock on the wall. He had so much time to kill, what the hell could he do? If he could make time move forward, that would be one thing... but since he couldn't he would just have to kill time some other way.

There wasn't much to do when you were stuck in a hospital. He couldn't see how his business what doing (which his half-wit brother and his dead beat father were probably pursuing to steal), he couldn't do work, and most of all, he couldn't train himself in a hospital. There was only one thing he could think of doing, but this risked all of his masculinity he had, but it was the only thing he could think of...

He pressed the button to his side and in a couple of minutes later, a nurse entered the room and stood by his side.

"What do you need Mr. Mishima"
He could barely form the words he needed to ask for what he wanted.
"C-could I have a pencil and a piece of paper? I want to write something"
The nurse looked quizzically at him then smiled again. "Yes sir I'll bring it to you in a moment." and the nurse left.

A few minutes passed and the nurse came back, gave him his things, and left him in silence once again. Now it was time...

...it was time to write Jun a poem.

"Hmm... okay, okay, where to start... wheeeerrrre to staaart..." he kept rotating the pencil, his thoughts flowing through his mind until one thought came, though it was not his own.

-Kazuya... what on earth are you doing?- The devil spoke in a booming voice.
"I'm writing my nurse a poem..." he said, somewhat ashamed.
-Ohhh, you're NURSE. She is pretty hot isn't she?- He heard the devil laugh.
"I'm going to ask her what she feels for me today." Kazuya said, almost childish and continued to think.
-She looks very pretty in that little nurse outfit. But there's something about her Kazuya that I don't trust...- Devil drifted out in thought.
"What don't you trust about her? She's nice to me and she would never hurt me on purpose... I don't think she would ever hurt me by accident"
-There's something about her, Kazuya, just be careful.- He felt the devil grin. -But yes, she is a sexy little thing, isn't she? Maaan, I'm glad I'm a part of you, Kazuya. Get me some of that action, you know...-
Kazuya was starting to get annoyed. No one was allowed to talk to his Jun that way. First the doctor, now the devil, could his life get more annoying?
"Don't talk about her that way." Kazuya mumbled and wrote the title of his poem at the top of the paper.
-Whoa whoa Kazuya. Getting a little possessive, aren't we? I own your soul, therefore, everything you own is rightfully mine. Once you nail that girl, she's a part of my collection of 'What Kazuya Owns'.-
"I'm not going to 'nail' her. It's not just lust anymore. I enjoy her company"
-Because you like looking at those nice jugs of hers...-
"THEY AREN'T JUGS!" Kazuya screamed. He really hoped no one was listening.
-Fine, Kazuya. But believe me, once she's yours, she is mine too.- and the devil disappeared.

Kazuya now had twelve minutes to finish his poem. If he was lucky.

"Poo!" Kazuya whispered and tried to think hard. He was not a poet, and never could be a poet, but for Jun, he could be anything he wanted to be.

It took him seven of the twelve minutes to actually complete the poem, and the rest of the time, he waited as patiently as he could, looking over his poem again and again to make sure it was okay. He would replace words here and there until he came up with the best poem anyone could ever dream of:

My Loverliest Jun
by Kazuya Mishima

Your smile makes me warm on the coldest days
You are my girl no matter what anyone says

And I hope you feel the same for me too

No, it wasn't much, but it was as good as he could do. I took up five lines (six including the skipped one) and it was all he could think of during that seven minutes. And so, he waited. He waited for her.

And soon enough, she opened the door.

Hee hee. Kazuya wrote a poem! How nice of him. Devil is a little too frisky. Maybe, maybe not. Ha ha. Yeah.
Not much else to say...

R+R