The first thing most noticeable about waking up in bed alone is... how cold it is. The warmth of a woman... it begins to grow on you. Pretty soon, the human body forgets what it's like to sleep without a companion. Waking up alone is a strange, unfamiliar... uncomfortable feeling. It feels like the bed isn't even your own.

It had been a week now that Kazuya and Anna took their little "break" from each other, ever since that crazy night that got them arrested. Anna went back to stay at her apartment, instead of living in Kazuya's rather affluent crib. The only time he saw her now was at work, purely professional of course. Unfortunately, those electrifying moments when Anna would plop onto his desk, strike a sexy pose, and hatch some grandiose scheme to rescue him from the humdrum, were long gone. Kazuya felt all the poorer for losing them.

So what was the holdup? Was it his stubborn pride? Was it the fear that maybe Anna was too much woman for him? Was his brain telling him to back off from that loaded gun, while his heart was telling him to bite the bullet? Perhaps there was no fear at all: just indecisiveness. That simple little feeling... it happens to even the most fearsome of men. Perhaps that was just it.

But there was no denying, Kazuya was feeling empty. It was almost painful. Like a starving person longs for something to put in their stomach, like a junkie craves the needle, Kazuya couldn't bear to be away from Anna's affections much longer. He wanted her back NOW, before he forgets what it's like to feel her touch, her lips... among other things.

...Of course it's never that simple. Foolish man pride dictates that he can't go crawling back to Anna, begging for reconciliation. He couldn't just "let her win". Therefore, he'd have to battle against his impulses... a contest of wills, between his stupid pride and his woman. Which one would come out on top? Or, if he was lucky, an outside variable would intervene and make this whole ordeal easier.

As Kazuya walked down the sidewalk just outside the Millennium Tower gates, he wondered if Anna felt the same way he did. Did she need him as bad as he needed her? From what Bruce told him, Anna couldn't care less; Kazuya was just another mark to her. But, she told Kazuya she loved him... so she HAD to be missing him pretty bad. Maybe, if he waited just a little while longer...

CRASH!

Kazuya's train of thought was interrupted by a huge, metal figure plowing directly into the concrete by his feet.

"What the hell?!"

The mechanical figure stood upright, aiming its blood red peepers which lit up like stars in the night sky. It was a tall, rather slender robotic being. It didn't look like a G Corporation robot... who could have built this?

Before Kazuya could ponder any further, the robot lunged forward and threw a side kick to his stomach. Since the robot wasn't limited by human strength, the kick sent Kazuya flying backwards into the street.

"Agh! Dammit..." Kazuya hissed as he stood back to his feet. A few vehicles swerved by him and honked angrily, but Kazuya didn't even acknowledge their existence. He was more focused on this assailant... who seemed to have friends.

Another one flew in, another... before long, Kazuya was surrounded by four of them. Four ugly, silver, beastly scraps of metal with red eyes and a bad attitude. He had no idea where they came from... but they seemed to be there to kick his ass.

Little did they know... he's Kazuya fucking Mishima.

"Hmph."

The initial one charged in, fist raised, but Kazuya lunged forward and connected with a gut punch that coursed with electrical aura. The robot's metal components were no match for his aura, coupled with his devastating power. His fist ripped through its midsection, blowing it apart from within. The eyes immediately dulled, as the scrap heap fell to the floor with a dying whir.

The second killer robot closed in from behind, intending to deliver a kick to the back of his head. But Kazuya anticipated the kick and caught its leg; with massive strength he lifted the robot and flung it over his head, facefirst into the concrete with a colossal THUD!

Kazuya's strength alone ripped the leg partially from its socket, until it was loosely hanging by a few sizzling wires. To put the robot out of its agony, Kazuya brought his foot down on the head, crushing it like a sledgehammer would crush a cantaloupe.

The third robot came in aggressive, throwing wild 1-2 combos and mixing in kicks. He went high to the face, then tried to rip the body. But Kazuya utilized his forearms to block the shots, and none of the robot's wild blows really hurt him. The robot threw a kick to his ribs, but Kazuya seized his leg and, lifting his arm high, rained a 12-to-6 elbow down on the robot's knee joint. Kazuya's monstrous elbow was like a lumberjack's axe, severing the leg in half at the knee.

The robot fell to the ground as Kazuya held the bottom half of its leg in his hand, a grin of bloodlust on his face. The black-haired warrior went for the kill; mounting the robot fully, he raised the severed leg high above his head, and brought it crashing into the robot's face. The foot struck the robot with such extreme force, it caved its face inwards, damaging the brain and rendering its systems useless.

Kazuya got off of the robot and walked away, leaving it on the ground seizing and sputtering, with its own leg sticking out of its former face.

The fourth robot approached, simulating cracking its knuckles. Kazuya put his fists up to defend himself... but something odd happened.

BZZZZZzzzzzzzzt...

The robot's exuberant eyes suddenly went lifeless. Next thing Kazuya knew, the metal menace fell to the ground like it had been unplugged. It lay there on the ground, stiff... frozen... dead.

And then... a voice:

"Well done. Bravo. But don't flatter yourself, those were only prototypes."

Kazuya immediately cringed upon hearing the voice. He knew it all too well: that cocky, arrogant, flamboyant, foppish voice that belonged to only one man...

He spun around and was met with silver hair, dark eyes, a smirking pair of lips, all belonging to a figure dressed in a snazzy white suit and a blue-violet overcoat.

"...Lee. What the hell are you doing here?" Kazuya grumbled.

His annoying stepbrother grinned wider. "Heh, I was merely testing out some combat robots that a few employees of mine pieced together. Ah, but it seems they are nowhere near worthy of production."

"You were waiting for me to leave the property." Kazuya deduced.

"Bingo!" Lee exclaimed, aiming a pointing finger. "I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone. But, as it seems, you took half of the joy out of it. Well... 75% of the joy, really. I was SO hoping they'd kick your ass..."

"Well, test failed. Now get the fuck out of here. I'm not in the mood for this."

With those words, Kazuya walked past Lee and left him standing there. But Lee was having none of that: he HATED being ignored.

"H-heyyyy! Don't walk away from me!" he whined as he followed Kazuya all the way on his long walk of lamenting. Along the way, he peppered his brooding brother with a barrage of questions.

"What's wrong with you anyway? Why are you out walking? What could possibly put you in a worse mood than you usually are? Did the old man do something to you?"

Lee's constant questions were all misses for Kazuya, who shut out the annoying rambling with an impenetrable shell of ice. But then there was one... one that finally broke through and hit Kazuya right in the stomach.

"...Is it about a girl?"

At last, a reaction was produced.

"Why do you care anyway?!" the red-eyed man angrily fired back.

Lee put his hands up defensively. "Heeeey now, no need to take out your intimate frustrations on me. I'm just wondering why you blissfully overlooked my EXCELLENT attempt at inflicting serious harm on you."

At first, Kazuya would never in a million years dream of venting to his sworn enemy. They may have been related... but if there was a knife at their feet, they'd both scramble for it. But then Kazuya got to thinking... Lee used to be with Anna, right? They had a little thing-thing going on for a little while, he was sure of it. Maybe, just maybe, Lee was the outside factor that could help bail him out of this awkward little predicament.

"Lee... you hooked up with Anna before, right?"

Upon hearing that, Lee let out an obnoxious laugh. "Hahahaha! Does a Combot MK III have over 10,000 different fighting styles pre-programmed?"

Kazuya put a hand to his chin; obviously, Lee's lame sarcasm flew right over his duck-tailed head.

"...Yes. Yes, I went out with Anna." Lee finally finished, with a flat expression. "Why do you ask? W-wait... are you...!"

He immediately put two and two together. His reaction was surprising to Kazuya; not anger or jealousy... but glee.

"HAHAHAHA! Ahhhh this is just EX-CE-LLENT! Big bad Kazuya Mishima, getting my sloppy seconds! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

Kazuya rolled his eyes. "Don't act like she wasn't sloppy seconds by the time you got to her. Dumbass."

Lee's smug grin quickly changed into a frown. "Hmph, fine. So what's the problem?"

Kazyua's face twisted a bit. "Things got a little... crazy... a week ago one night."

"Ohhhhhh ho ho ho. Miss Williams is too much for you to handle, eh?" Lee snickered.

"Oh shut up. I can handle her fine. It's just, well... we fought about it and now we're taking time apart and... urgh..."

Lee could see it in his face: the strain. Every face muscle scrunched up like a wet t-shirt, struggling... fighting to stifle his true feelings. There were very few on earth who could read Kazuya Mishima... but the man who once called him brother could. He knew very well what Kazuya was feeling, because he too felt the same way about Anna once.

"I get it." Lee broke the silence. "You miss Anna. But you don't want to let her win."

Kazuya's eyes quickly darted to Lee, then just as swiftly shifted away. That was his tell; Lee was right and he knew it.

"So what's your plan, huh? Battle of endurance? Hold out longer than Anna, until she comes running back? That day is never going to come, I promise you." Lee continued.

That response prompted Kazuya's eyes to shift back towards Lee, and finally he spoke up.

"...You know this?"

Lee grinned. "I lived it. Trust me, man... you will never win that battle. Anna is a girl that knows someone else can be ringing her doorbell in the snap of a finger. If you think you're gonna win against her... just be ready to have another girl to fall back on."

Kazuya rolled his eyes. "Like you, huh?"

Lee let out an annoying chuckle. "Ahahaha. Well... you said it, not me."

Kazuya lowered his head and let out a long sigh. "Unfortunately, I don't have a harem of backup girls. And I'm... fond... of the time me and Anna have spent together."

Realizing that there was no hostility (this time), Lee was actually comfortable enough to encroach upon Kazuya's personal space and throw a consoling arm on his shoulder.

"So you really like Anna, eh? Then go get her back. Go get her back."

Kazuya swatted his hand away. "But DAMMIT, I shouldn't have to! Anna is the one that got me drunk and made me steal a helicopter and... and... it's HER FAULT!"

Lee playfully shrugged. "Yeah? Well... what do you care more about? Pointing fingers, or sleeping with Anna? You can't have both."

No comeback from Kazuya; he knew Lee was telling the truth. Lee sensed it too, a smug grin creeping on his lips. Something about Kazuya yielding to his wisdom just made him feel so... giddy. It made him feel superior, for once in his life.

"...Fine. From now on, whenever anything bad happens, I'll just bend over and accept the blame when it's clearly her fault." Kazuya grumbled.

Lee clapped his hands. "That's the spirit, baby! See, now you get it. That's the key to having a long, prosperous relationship with Anna Williams. It may cost a bit of pride, but at the end of the day you can have prime rib or you can go hungry."

Kazuya let out a loud scoff as he walks away. "Why does it seem like everyone I talk to puts Anna on a fucking pedestal?"

That rhetorical question earned a chuckle from Lee as he responded. "Anna's a top notch prize, dude! Enjoy her while she lasts!"

Kazuya walked away from that experience not feeling any better... but also realizing what must be done. Hearing it from one mouth is room for doubt, but two mouths must be the truth. It became apparent to Kazuya right then that Anna truly does hold power in any relationship. Men are attracted to her fun loving personality, beauty, and sexy body, to the extent that they're subservient and at her mercy. Having Anna for a girlfriend isn't a mutual benefit... but a privilege. When she dumps you, only you are the one to be empty-handed at the end of the day.

With this revelation finally received, Kazuya made the conscious decision to swallow his pride... and go get Anna back. He wasn't going to end up like Lee and Bruce, dammit; he wants to be with Anna for a long, long time!

He marched back into his headquarters, like a warrior storming a castle to claim his maiden. He didn't stop to say hi to anyone, or even give anyone the courtesy of stepping in the elevator with him. His trip to the floor where Anna resided was quick, decisive, and resolute.

There was no rehearsal. There was no pre-planning. Kazuya knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to get Anna back, right now... but he wasn't going to apologize.

He opened the door to Anna's office without knocking; she was just sitting there bored, messing around on the Internet. Her head didn't move, but her eyes darted over and shot him an angled gaze.

"...What can I do for you, boss?"

Kazuya approached her desk and extended his hand. "Come with me. We're clocking out early."

This finally got Anna's full attention, as her head turned and eyebrows widened, as well as a curve of her lips. "Are we, now?"

With no argument, Anna happily accepted his hand and Kazuya helped her out of her desk. And suddenly, just like that, it seemed like there was never any fight at all. The two of them simply picked back up the rusty anchor planted in the earth and resumed their voyage like nothing had ever hindered them. Perhaps Anna and Kazuya had potential to be something far greater than Anna's past flings after all...

KAZUYA'S HOUSE

As soon as the bedroom door opened, Kazuya's shirt hit the ground as well as Anna's whole dress. Their lips aggressively reunited as Kazuya scooped her up by the thighs and dropped her on the bed. His full weight collapsed on top of her as her legs wrapped around his waist. Kazuya's hands dug into her thighs, kneading the muscles harder than clay. The intense manhandling of her thighs sent a tingle through her entire body, making her moan into his mouth as their lips continued to tango.

Kazuya created distance and clutched her red thong, pulling it down to her ankles and then discarding it. He closed distance between her legs... and gave Anna a super special treat. He wasn't sure if many men ever had the courtesy... or courage... to go down on Anna, but he was different. Anna's womanly essence tasted sweet on his tongue as he entered her warm cave and commenced to orally pleasing her.

Anna cried out as her back arched; she almost lost focus as she was unhooking her bra, as her mind was spinning so fast her limbs were nearly unresponsive.

"Ahhh...ohhhhh... yeeeees...!"

Finally she got her bra off and she started playing with her own breasts, just to further the stimulation. Her fingers danced across her titty flesh and finally rested on her nipples as she began tracing sharp little circles within her areolas.

Kazuya's tongue wriggled deep and hard inside her pussy, until he could feel her muscles closing in all around him. Her sweet nectar began to drizzle, as she cried out in release.

"OHHH KAZUYAAAAAAAAA!"

Just like that, he felt the full force of her orgasm contracting around his tongue. He played through the motions, keeping up his pace as she rode out her wild bodily ride.

When the foreplay was finally over, Anna hungrily pounced Kazuya's legs and discarded his pants. His boxers left quickly after, freeing his organ which had spent one week too long away from her sweet pussy.

"You've kept this bad boy away from me for a week, Kaz darling. I expect you to make it up to me~" she growled as she turned around, ass facing him, and lowered herself onto his erect towering cock. Kazuya had to stifle his groans as he penetrated her warmth for the first time in seven days.

"HnnnnGHHHHH...!"

He grabbed a cheek in each hand and started bouncing her up and down, matching her equal pace she was exerting on him with her hands on his thighs as leverage. The rapid slapping was the beat to a pleasurable, wild, raunchy song commencing in the bedroom, with their moans of ecstasy as backup vocals.

"AHHH! OHHHHHH! AHHHHH!"

Before Kazuya knew it, he was ramming inside Anna at breakneck speed, almost like rapid applause. There wasn't even a second of silence between slaps as his pelvis collided against her ass at least 4 times per second. Anna was yelling, screaming, crying out sentences of absolute filth.

"OH FUCKING RAM ME KAZUYA! FUCK ME UNTIL MY BACK BREAKS! AHHH! FUCKING SHATTER ME! AHHHHHHHH!"

As much as Kazuya fails to show emotion, his face twisted and he let out a grunt as if he was deep in combat when his orgasm finally erupted. His manly seed shot hard and deep inside Anna, blasting her insides with hot white warmth. Almost immediately as if in response, Anna's own orgasm squirted out with a tremendous bodily contracting.

Kazuya was grateful to Devil that his back was facing the pillow, as he was unable to stay upright any longer. His head landed perfectly on the pillow, Anna collapsing on top of him at the same time. His heaving chest sent her up and down, her breasts swaying from her own exhausted pants. Finally, she managed to exert enough energy to roll around and rest on top of him properly, her head on his chest and hands around him. His hands rested on her back, gently trailing up and down, sometimes all the way down her backside before going back up.

"Mmmm... that was worth the wait~" Anna mewled softly.

"We're gonna be just fine, you and I." Kazuya grunted softly in response.

And just like that, the resume button was pressed on the remote of their relationship. Perhaps it was a testament to the compatibility of the two of them. Or maybe... Anna was just easier than Kazuya thought. Perhaps Lee and Bruce's words were overblown. Yes... that had to be it. They were just salty. They were just jealous because he has her now. Things are going to be okay between them from here on... totally okay...