The white sphere soars across the vast sea of green and collides with an identical one of solid purple, sending it rolling into the top left corner pocket.
"Not bad~" Anna coos.
Kazuya gives a mere "hmph" as he re-adjusts his position around the table. He aims his cue once again, inhaling a sharp intake of air before thrusting forward and sending the white ball rolling in the opposite direction. This time, the ball breaks up a congregation of two solids and one striped, sending them in multiple directions. None of them hit their mark, much to his chagrin.
Anna walks over to the other side and bends over, wiggling her red dress-clad caboose in the air.
"My turn. And make sure there's nobody standing behind me, Kaz darling~"
Kazuya rolls his eyes as he studies Anna's shot intently. With a smile not the least bit lacking in confidence, she sends the ball flying like a speeding bullet as it plows directly through the green-striped and blue-striped balls, splitting them left and right respectively. They each hit their destination, the side pockets, with that highly-coveted thudding noise of a ball hitting its mark.
"You've gotta be shitting me..." Kazuya groans.
Still bent over, Anna looks up with a triumphant wink and a giggle. Kazuya's only response is a sharp scoff.
"Well look on the bright side." Anna finally says, standing back up and re-adjusting her position around the table. "Now that you're with me, you'll get better at these things in no time. I just LOVE games~"
"Hmph... hard to find time to learn when I have a company to run and a war to fight." Kazuya grumbles.
"Well you're not taking fire at the moment, now are you?" Anna teases. "Cmon, darling... I know you want to loosen up deep down. And I'm afraid you never will, unless I'm here to drag you out of the office."
"I guess I don't need to try very hard then." Kazuya replies. "Since I'll always have you here to do it for me."
Anna oddly didn't reply to that. In fact... she seemed to not even acknowledge he had said it. Kazuya took notice of this, and his eyebrow ever-so-slightly shifted. Now that he thought about it, that was a weird thing he just said. VERY weird. Him and Anna... could that really last forever? Not the way Bruce had described it... but Anna said he was just being a hater. He already told her he loved her, and she told him back... but was that genuine? The word "love' is often tossed around so much that its true impact is lessened. What they had was sinful, rule-breaking, bad-influencing... straight up dirty. Could what they have fall under the basis of "love"? Does a bond like that even have a future?
The next few seconds were a silent, awkward feeling in the air. It wasn't until Anna sank her last striped ball into the right corner pocket that the moment was alleviated.
"I win~!" Anna cheers. "Woooo! Drinks on YOU~"
Kazuya growled and angrily set his cue on the table. "Well, some things never change."
Now at the bar, Kazuya had to traverse hard and deep in the depths of his wallet to procure the money necessary to satisfy Anna. That girl was a bottomless pit for alcohol.
Two drinks, and they were feeling happy. Four drinks, and they were stress-free. Eight drinks... and it was time to party.
"Kaz... hey... Kaz. Hey Kaz. Hey Kaz. H-hey Kaz. Hey... Kaz." Anna slurs, repeatedly tapping him with an obnoxious grin.
"What the fuck do you want, woman?" Kazuya barks at her, his drunkenness manifesting into aggression.
"You know what we should do? Huh? Huh? Y-you get wh-where I'm going with this? Huh? Do ya?"
"You d-d-didn't fucking say anything yet, dipshit!"
"Alright, chill bitch! Okay, here me out... j-just here me out. W-we take a helicopter. O-one of your... G Copulation helichoppers... and w-w-weeeee take it. And we... we take it and... what's the word... you know... it's like sailing, but... you got the stick and..."
"You wanna drive a helicopter... you drunken bitch."
"Just a few laps around th-the city! Cmon! I've never rode in the cockpit before... heh... cock... heh... well I have rode one of those before... heh heh... I've had a c-c-cock in my "pit" if you get my... my my my... m-my... my thingy that I'm saying~"
"We can't... take a helicopter... w-without clearance... and I don't feel like it."
"Awwwww! Cmon, Kaz! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease~?"
"Ughhhh... f-fine... but next time... I wanna... f... I wanna... f... I wanna do... what I wanna do. Okay? No more of this... you on top bullshit. I want... I want... whatever I want, we do. Got that?"
"Sounds fun to me~"
It was uncanny, Anna's ability to drive Kazuya into doing the most mischievous and immoral of activities. It was as if she has some sort of leash on him, asserting her will when it came to getting her way. Even when Kazuya knew it was wrong, there was always come catch: always some condition that makes him come around and say yes. He was truly whipped...
Once again, this was a situation that could go truly bad. It could end in death, dismemberment, a sea of hospital bills, a lawsuit... but Kazuya shoves aside these rational concerns in exchange for the simple thrill of having a good time with Anna. He lets the consequences emerge as they will... a dangerous and reckless way of living.
Kazuya and Anna arrive near a helipad, a chopper already conveniently parked there. Even more convenient, there seemed to be a man refueling it as they stand. Without fear, the two of them approach the personnel and Kazuya clears his throat.
"Ahem! Excuse me."
The man immediately sets down his gas jug and leaps to his feet with a salute.
"K-Kazuya sir!"
Kazuya folds his arms. "I need to commandeer this helicopter."
The soldier scratches his head awkwardly. "U-uhhh... d-do you have proper clearance s-sir...?"
Kazuya's brows furrow. "How about you keep your fucking spine? How's that for clearance?"
There were no more words shared. The soldier immediately stepped aside, presenting the cockpit to the trouble-making couple.
A few minutes later...an extremely intoxicated Kazuya Mishima and Anna Williams were airborne. And worst of all... loose in the city.
"WOOOOOOOHOOOHOOOOOOO!" Anna whoops as they soar through the city, level with the tallest buildings. No doubt, they were causing quite a ruckus to the unfortunate people on the other side of those windows. But neither of them cared. Kazuya and Anna: full of booze, empty on empathy. The world was their playground, and all the people they caused misfortune to were just toys.
"H-hey! Hey Kazzy! Keep her steady for a second! I have an idea!" Anna laughs.
"Alright alright alright!" Kazuya yells. "J-just... don't do anything fucking stupid!"
"Oh I won't~"
While Kazuya is paying attention to the sky in front of him, In his peripheral vision he sees Anna wiggling back and forth in her seat, as if she was struggling with something.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Just gimme a minute! Almost... almost... there we go~"
Much to Kazuya's surprise, Anna presents him with her red lacy thong, which she gleefully tosses aside.
"Take us down to the street!" she commands.
"Are you fucking crazy?"
"We'll see!"
Kazuya lowers altitude, the chopper descending in the sky as it draws closer and closer to the vast colors of the cars driving by. The deafening noise of the loud vehicle is no doubt disrupting the poor ears of all below unfortunate enough to not have soundproof vehicles. Kazuya knows this is a bad idea... and still his conscience is fast asleep in the dark recesses of his mind.
Anna, showing absolutely no responsibility in any aspect of the word, opened her side of the cockpit and was literally hanging out of it.
"What the fuck are you doing!" Kazuya bellows.
With a drunken laugh, Anna lifts up her dress and flashes her bare ass to the entire city of traffic below them.
"WOOOOOO! FUCK ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! YOU CAN'T HAVE THIS PUSSY! THIS PUSSY BELONGS TO ONE MAN! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Bitch, will you get inside before you're a fucking smear on the concrete?" Kazuya berates.
Anna playfully sticks out her tongue and climbs back inside, forgetting to close the door. "Fine, party pooper."
They fly around the city a few times, admiring the sights from their sky perspective. It would actually be quite soothing, if they weren't drunk out of their minds and close to vomiting. They were having such a good time, perhaps it suppressed those thoughts of nausea for a little while longer.
Suddenly... Anna got another bright idea. However reckless she was a few minutes ago, this just got cranked up tenfold.
"Ooooooh lookie what I found!"
Kazuya looks over, and Anna is grinning while holding a green, pineapple-textured little apparatus in her hand.
"...Is that a grenade?!"
"Yep! Hey, I know where Nina's apartment is!"
"...You're insane."
"Cmooon... I'll give you directions~"
Despite being drunk enough to barely form proper sentences, Anna was astoundingly able to give Kazuya directions to the apartment in which Nina was renting so she could be closer to her job. Maybe she was some kind of drunken savant... but regardless, it wasn't long until they were floating just outside the window of her bedroom.
"Okay, hold her steady! H-Hold her s..steady!" Anna slurred, opening her door once again and hanging out of the cockpit. She drew her hand back, cackling wildly.
"Anna, you're out of your fucking mind!" Kazuya stammered. "I mean... th-this takes the cake! You've broken the record for insane ideas!"
"Cmon, just hold it steady! I only have one shot at this, hahahaha!" Anna talks in between wild laughter.
"Oh Jesus, Angel and Devil..."
A tense moment of silence is shared between them as Anna's fingers go towards the pin, trying to stifle her giggles. And then, with a cute, girlish squeal, she pulls the pin and throws it with enough force to break the glass.
"AHHH! GO GO GO GO!"
"Holy shit...!" Kazuya hisses under his breath as he SLAMS the stick, sending the helicopter zooming forward. Just a few seconds later...
BOOM!
"AHH! HAHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOD! FUCK YOU NINAAAAAAAA! WOOOOOO!"
Anna seems to not even process the moral or emotional ramifications of what she has just done. The reality goes directly over her spinning, muddled head. Any semblance of remorse she has is neatly tucked away in a corner, leaving only the pleasure of thrill coursing through her.
That pleasure is so great, in fact...
"Oh fuck me Kazuya! Fuck me! Fuck me in this cockpit! FUCK ME!"
Like an animal hopped up on pheromones, Anna crawls into Kazuya's lap while he's trying to pilot the aircraft and her tongue finds his mouth. They engage in a sloppy, messy flailing of tongues as the helicopter starts to steer uncontrollably in the sky. But neither of these boozed-up delinquents seem to understand the gravity of the situation... pun intended.
"Mmmph! Mmph! Oh, Kazuya yes..."
"Ahhh...ahhh fuck, Anna..."
One grind of the hips, one groping hand out of place... was just enough to shift the controls and tilt the chopper.
"Oh Kazuya... ohh Kazuya... AHHHHH KAZUYAAAAAAA!"
Kazuya reopens his eyes, and Anna is no longer on top of him. The helicopter is flying sideways, her door is wide open and she's hanging from the seatbelt.
"AHHH TAKE US DOWN TAKE US DOWN TAKE US DOOOOOWN!"
"Oh god dammit Anna...!"
Kazuya has to perform the arduous task of holding the stick steady and trying to grab Anna's hand at the same time. But it was no use; he had a choice to make right then and there, between saving Anna or crashing an incredibly expensive piece of equipment. Obviously Anna was more important than some material posession... but that doesn't mean he's not allowed to feel bad about it.
The beeping of the alarm is nearly driving his nerves crazy. Sweat pours as he struggles to utilize his instincts. With an annoyed grunt, Kazuya straps on a parachute and grabs Anna, leaping out of the helicopter just before it descends directly towards the ground.
The parachute activates cleanly and they float safe and sound... but their beloved helicopter is not so fortunate as it hits a rural area with a fiery explosion. Thankfully, there wasn't a single injury as it missed all the innocent bystanders.
The slow period in which they reach the ground gives them plenty of time to think about their actions. They WANT to feel guilt... but the high is still so great in each of them that it's hard to properly rationalize things. Thankfully, they would have plenty of time to lament... the police were already on the scene.
THE NEXT DAY...
It was fortunate that Kazuya was the man of importance and stature he is. He was able to make bail with no trouble... but he'd still have a court hearing at a later date. As if that wasn't painful enough news, he has a physically painful throbbing in his head from his massive hangover. And if his was bad, one couldn't even measure the hangover currently suffered by one Anna Williams...
KNOCK KNOCK!
"Enter."
The door opens and it's none other than the person Kazuya was absolutely hating right now. She was still beautiful as ever... but her face couldn't hide the agony of that morning-after punishment.
"H-hey..." she mutters, immediately going over to his couch and plopping onto it like it was her property. He doesn't even respond.
"...You can be mad all you want. But you still went along with me."
Kazuya still didn't give her the simple pleasure of even looking in her direction. He just continued to look down at his desk, fist propping up his cheek.
And then... she broke down into tears.
"Oh brother..." Kazuya whispers slightly. The awkward silence in the room was suddenly becoming missed as the sound was now Anna's sobs and sniffles. As hard as he tried... his eyes would occasionally dart in her direction to capture her tear-stained face. He would immediately snap out of it and resume his stewing... but it wouldn't last long. Eventually, he grew tired of fighting temptation and gave in with a sigh.
"...What seems to be bothering you, Anna?" he finally asked.
Anna looks at him, mascara streaks on her cheeks. "I... I killed my own sister! I... N-Nina's dead. My sister is dead..."
Kazuya's eyebrows furrow. "Umm... o...kay...?"
Anna buries her face in her hands. "Ah... what's wrong with me? What kind of monster am I? She was my only family... she was all I had in this world... and now she's...!"
At that moment, Kazuya's company phone rings as if to press the pause button on this tragic situation. He thinks about just letting it ring... but he could use a break from all this awkwardness. With a sigh, he picks it up and answers.
"...Yes?"
There's a pause of silence in the room as Kazuya holds the phone to his ear. And then... another sigh. He looks over at Anna...
"It's for you."
Anna wills herself to her feet, a sniffle following each footstep as she reluctantly reaches out and takes the phone and puts it to her ear.
"H...Hello?"
"ANNA YOU FUCKING BITCH! HOW DARE YOU THROW A FUCKING GRENADE IN MY BEDROOM WHILE I'M NOT HOME! I'M GONNA CUT OFF YOUR FUCKING TITS AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR GODDAMN-"
That's all she needs to hear before Anna grins and hangs up.
"...Huh. She's still alive. I guess I'll have to try harder next time."