AN: Don't worry other Tekken fic, I'm still thinking about you despite the slight case of writer's block or lazy-person block. XD. Without further ado:
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Chapter 3: To Work
Jin hadn't closed his door at all, but he was awoken by sudden sharp knocking noises. He looked across the room and saw that it was Kazuya already fully dressed. He almost didn't recognize him. He had worn such regular clothes yesterday that a suit seemed abnormal. Now that he saw him in this attire, however, he could actually believe that he was in fact a businessman.
"You planning on sleeping all day? You have thirty minutes to get ready."
Jin felt slightly uncomfortably when he noticed Kazuya looking at him for a moment longer than usual.
"Well, I have to get ready," Jin said as if to say instead: "You can leave now."
But Kazuya stood in the doorway a little longer. "You know, some would say that it's quite easy to spot a Mishima, that they all seem to have similar physical traits."
"Wh-what are you trying to say?" Jin asked becoming more than just uncomfortable. Could he really have figured it all out? Impossible… He wasn't sure what a "Mishima" was, but he rightly assumed that it was Kazuya's family name.
"I'm saying, what fool wouldn't think that we're related somehow."
Jin found himself unable to breathe. Impossible! "I don't think we're related at all."
Kazuya grinned, "Your certainty is puzzling—considering that you claim 'amnesia'."
It's all over. He's knows that I'm his son from the future who somehow time traveled to the past in order to disrupt their relationship!
"What were you doing on a Saturday night roaming the streets in that part of town? I've seen no evidence of an injury that would even suggest something like forgetfulness."
Jin couldn't think of a good excuse. He was totally exposed.
"Well? Can you even explain yourself?"
Jin shook his head slowly.
"Hm, as I thought." Jin felt trapped in his penetrating gaze. "Thirty minutes," Kazuya repeated and then just like that disappeared from his doorway.
Wait, he's just going to leave? What is he planning? In any case, Jin was able to breathe normally again. He took less than thirty minutes to get ready and quickly made his way to the front room where Kazuya stood waiting for him.
"You made good time," Kazuya said simply.
Jin waited for him to say more, but soon he was following the other out to the Corvette. Kazuya had said nothing about what they had previously been talking about, but Jin was already too anxious about it to simply let the topic rest.
"Is that it?" Jin asked, "Is that all you have to say about me?"
Kazuya only afforded the other one glance.
"Fine, then just ignore me. Pretend like you don't see anything wrong with this picture."
"I don't feel like discussing this any further. If I were in your shoes, I'd shut-up about it already."
Jin knew when he could no longer push the issue so he simply sat there on the passenger side in silence. It still didn't answer any of the questions Jin had. How much had Kazuya figured out? How much had he decided to keep to himself? And why would he want to do such a thing? Was there some unseen plot? Jin was lost so deeply in thought that he scarcely knew when they got to Kazuya's workplace. When he looked up, his eyes grew wide. The building was towering. There had to be more than twelve floors to the entire thing. In fact, he couldn't even see the top of it.
"I don't have all day," Kazuya finally said startling the other out of his wonderment.
"Is it okay if I stay here?" Jin asked unwilling to actually go inside with him.
"Keep pushing your luck, kid. I already don't trust you. Better that you stick with me so I can keep an eye on you."
So he does know. He has to know. Jin climbed out of the car and then proceeded to following the man through two sets of sliding doors. Then they rode an elevator that took them all the way to the twelfth floor. Everywhere Jin looked, he saw men and women dressed in the same formal attire. They all seemed to know who Kazuya was as they waved and said "Good Morning, sir." Kazuya didn't always respond back, but when he did, it would be sharp and curt. Even a simple "good morning" could sound harsh on Kazuya's tongue. Jin wasn't exempt from all the attention they were giving Kazuya. He realized suddenly that it must have been an odd sight for a boy who looked like he should have been in middle school to be following a man who probably could care less about children.
"Hey, I didn't know you had a kid," one of the employees said to Kazuya.
Kazuya stopped to look at the other. Jin couldn't tell if he was surprised or entertained by this. "Well, I didn't know either," Kazuya responded with a grin that was mischievous in nature.
But this wasn't the last time someone commented on this. Each time Kazuya would either say something that was either cryptic or just plain sarcastic leaving the commenter with more questions than answers. Well, at least Jin knew that Kazuya wasn't just being vague with him for the hell of it—it seemed to be something he did on a regular basis, but obviously only on matters which he didn't want to discuss. That alone wasn't what troubled Jin. It was the fact that he had not actually denied the fact that he was his son. He never once turned around and said something along the lines of "he's no son of mine—he's just a kid that Jun found off the street." There'd really be no reason for all the ambiguity if he would just say it. Why go through all the trouble? Unless…Jin didn't even want to finish his thoughts. He was glad than they finally made it to Kazuya's office. While he was now trapped in a room with Kazuya, he was away from all the curious people.
"What gives?" Jin finally asked to Kazuya as he made his way over to his rather large desk.
Upon viewing the mass of papers on his desk, it seemed more like organized chaos. Mostly, things seemed color-coded, but instead of neat piles they were spread out in a messy fashion.
"What do you mean?" Kazuya asked taking a seat.
"Why didn't you just tell them the truth? That I'm just some random kid off the street."
"Are you?" Kazuya asked casually, "Truthfully, I don't know who you are. Although, telling them something along the lines as you said would seem rather strange, wouldn't it? Better to have them think we're related to avoid any prying questions."
Wait a minute…Maybe he doesn't know. Maybe he was just assuming things this morning…But he still doesn't trust me…There's nothing I could do for that anyways…
"I guess."
"I'm sure Jun told you about how boring this is going to be. Go sit at that bench over there and don't bother me. If you must use the bathroom, ask me first, then go. Don't go wandering off. I'll know if you do."
Let the good times roll Jin thought bitterly as went over to the before mentioned bench. It wasn't like it was one of those horrible metal ones. This one was well cushioned and had gilded armrests. He'd be comfortable for a while, but he knew pretty soon that he'd tire of sitting in the same place. Kazuya seemed so engrossed in whatever he was doing that Jin was certain that if a bomb went off nearby he'd completely ignore it. Jin experimented on this fact as he made funny faces at the unsuspecting man and got no response whatsoever. Even so, Jin still feared for his life and went back to just sitting there. He looked up in fear when he heard more movement than usual, but it seemed that the other had only moved to take something out of one of the drawers in his desk. Jin breathed normally after this. That was the last time he would try something like that.
A few entertaining things occurred when important looking men or women would walk in to report something. Then a conversation would proceed that Jin could never hope to follow. All Jin knew is that at the end of the whole thing, Kazuya's desk would become even more populated with stacks of paper. Most of those who stepped into his office were quite submissive and it would usually sound like Kazuya was in control of everything. On rare occasions, there'd be someone to challenge him. That was when Jin was the most attentive. Again, he couldn't follow their words especially not an argument, but it was comforting to know that there was more than just him who didn't like the man. Often, most arguments would end when Kazuya proclaimed that he didn't want to hear any more of it, but twice that day it didn't happen quite like that. Jin would find himself scooting further back on the bench when it seemed like the argument would escalate into an actual fight. It never actually happened, but Jin witnessed a look in Kazuya's eyes that made him shudder involuntarily. Had they been in a different setting, Jin had no doubt that Kazuya would have proceeded to tearing him apart limb from limb.
Jin had wanted to leave. All he wanted to do was be with his mother, safe. The longer he stayed in Kazuya's presence the more in danger he began to feel. For all the boredom he was forced to sit through, he hadn't even once fallen asleep—his nerves were too much on edge. Hours and hours passed and all he heard was the rustling of papers at random intervals and utter silence as he continued looking over everything. The stacks of paper on his table never lessened. Jin suspected that it was because he still had to deal with the papers that had been there before. It seemed exhausting. Jin almost pitied the man. But the whole time he was there, Kazuya never showed any signs of being tired of or fed up with anything he was doing. Jin decided right then and there that he would not be the CEO of any type of business. There was no way he could sit around for hours and hours on end.
Jin was unaware when lunchtime came around until Kazuya stood up.
"Jin," Kazuya began. It was enough to get the boy's attention. He'd never once heard Kazuya call him by name. It was quite unnerving. "Want to do something besides just sitting there?"
"S-sure," Jin said uncertain of what he was getting himself into. It couldn't be anything good coming from Kazuya.
"Go get me some lunch."
His face fell immediately afterwards, "Why me? It's not like I know where to get it."
"You can read, can't you, boy? Just follow the signs to the food court. Get two trays—one for yourself, one for me."
Jin noticed that he had neglected to answer his first question, but he decided that it would be wise not to repeat it. "Um…what do you want?"
"The same as you. We obviously have the same taste."
"No we don't," Jin said immediately, "What would make you say that? I-I love shrimp burgers."
"Liar."
Jin was speechless before the truth as he blinked back twice. This man…he must be omniscient!
"You're an easy person to read. Get going already—lunch doesn't last forever."
Jin left the room reluctantly. He might have wanted to say something else, but he was unable to move his mouth. He followed the signs on the wall as Kazuya had instructed. It was really nothing to it. Many other employees were headed to the same place. His eyes were downcast during the entire journey to the food court. What could he, a little boy, ever hope to accomplish before the might of Kazuya? Already he had given away too much. He had given Kazuya a few good reasons to remain cautious around him. Kazuya was in the prime position to ruin his plans. In fact, he was in the prime position to actually figure out what his plans were. There was still one advantage that Jin was sure that he still had—Jun. She was a force to be reckoned with. Without her, Jin was certain that Kazuya would have no reason to continue "playing along" with everything. There must have been some reason Kazuya hadn't shared his suspicions with Jun if he had already suspected that Jin wasn't what he said he was. Then Jin stopped in his tracks just as he reached the food court. He's trying to…spare her feelings. Could it be true? Could it be that Kazuya was trying to protect her from Jin? That could easily explain why Jin was having a harder and harder time trying to speak with Jun in private. Maybe he's…Am I just being paranoid or…Jin shook his head. None of it could be true. There was a reason Jin did not like his father even before meeting him. He had already deemed the man evil and now that Jin met him in person he could sense a certain darkness about him. A person like that was incapable of feeling. There was no way he'd ever want to protect Jun from anything no matter how much Jun assumed that he would. Jin decided that if things weren't working out for him, it was simply because he was not working hard enough. He needed to put more effort into achieving his goal. Yes, that's it…I have to remember why I'm here. It certainly isn't to sympathize with the enemy.
For now he just needed to find some food. The sound of food sizzling on a grill drew Jin's attention quickly. There was teriyaki, of course, but there was also yakitori, jingisukan, and yakizakana—all of which were dishes that combined grilled meat and vegetables. Jin went to where the trays were and grabbed two of them. He started walking over to the section he had seen before, but something stopped him. He knew what he was going to do next was wrong, but he knew he had to do something—something to show Kazuya that he was not afraid and that he accepted his "challenge". The time for wondering about what Kazuya knew or didn't know had passed—now was time for retaliation.
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Jin balanced the trays carefully as he made his way back to Kazuya's office. There was no way to tell if Kazuya had even so much as left his office the entire time as Jin finally came back with the food. Kazuya's eyes were still running over a light blue colored sheet of paper even as Jin walked in called out that he was back. It took a moment for Kazuya to respond who quickly ordered the other to "stop standing there and put it on the table". Jin did so obediently and walked back to his original seat on the bench.
Jin looked down at his plate. Raw fish, all of it. It was exactly the sort of thing that Jin had no taste for. There wasn't enough soy sauce in the world to disguise the fact that it was just raw fish. The taste of it was odd and weak—it was no match for the superior taste of yakitori. If it was indeed true that they had the same tastes, then Kazuya wouldn't be very pleased with the selection as well. Jin glanced over at Kazuya numerous times, but he still hadn't even so much as looked at the tray. There was still the blue sheet of paper. Jin watched the sheet of paper intently since Kazuya held it up in a slanted fashion. It felt like hours (but it was only five minutes) when the sheet of paper returned to the mess of paper on the table and finally Kazuya beheld the food. Jin was already looking away and pretending like he was going to start eating. He hadn't gotten up the nerves yet to actually put something he clearly distasted into his mouth. For a while, all he did was poke at it with his chopsticks.
"What the hell is this?" Jin heard Kazuya say.
Jin still looked down at his food nervously. He waited patiently for the explosion of anger.
"I see," Kazuya said simply with a sigh, "I don't have time for your childish games."
Jin felt the other's gaze on him and then, in a flash, it was gone. He still poked at his food, but he stole a glance at Kazuya again. To his surprise, Kazuya had already started on the food in a very unperturbed manner. Maybe we don't have the same tastes…I'm relieved…a little. How am I supposed to get back at him now? Jin grimaced at the rice and fish and finally took one single bite of it. In the time that he took to do this, Kazuya had finished. Jin tried for another bite, but after that he didn't think he could take anymore. When a shadow came over him, Jin looked up instinctively.
"Disgusting, isn't it?" Kazuya asked in a none too cheerful voice.
Jin could only look at the other.
"Aren't you going to eat it?"
He thinks he has the upper hand! "Fine, I admit it. I don't like it at all. So can I throw it away already?"
"Why would I let you do a thing like that? You went through all the trouble of getting it—it'd be unthinkable to just get rid of it."
"Stop playing around. You're just mad 'cus you ate it and you want me to do the same thing!"
"Eat it," Kazuya ordered in a deceptively calm voice.
"Tch, no."
"Eat it now!"
"You can't make me do anything."
"Ungrateful, little boy. I'm not going to let you waste food on account of your silly games. Now, you eat what you got from the food court or I will force it down your throat."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me."
Jin hated himself for it, but he just wasn't daring enough to see just how serious Kazuya was. Jin decided to give it a rest for now—his target was Jun anyway. Pissing Kazuya off too much could potentially ruin his plans altogether. His chopsticks clamped on another piece of sushi and he dipped it in the soy sauce (or more like drowned it) and ate it quickly. Had Jin been familiar with the show Fear Factor, he might have felt that he had somehow been teleported onto that very show. Jin was only glad when the entire ordeal was over. He was then ordered to take the trays back which he did promptly. He felt like he was suffocating in the office despite its enormous size. Before he stepped back inside, he took a deep breath. There was no telling what kind of mood that man could be in. It was hard to tell whether he was ready to eat his head off or "discuss" something. Jin walked quietly back to his seat and dared not make any more eye contact with Kazuya. Despite that, he could feel the other's gaze on him. What is it now? You already got back at me for what I did. You want to add insult to injury?
"You did that in spite of me, huh. You better be careful with a thing like 'hate'."
I don't believe this…Is this man trying to lecture me? He's in no position!
"Don't waste your energy on something like that unless you have a good reason. Listen, I may not be the most 'likeable' person you've ever met—
"I do have a good reason," Jin said unwilling to hear any more of the other's admonishments. Crap…I think I've said too much!
"We've only just met and yet you say that with such conviction. Was it something that someone else told you? You can't believe what everyone says about—
"No," Jin interrupted.
"You know, I have plenty of enemies. If you are here on their behalf—
"No," Jin interrupted him again. "It's not that."
How could I have been so wrong? This man doesn't even have the slightest clue of my intentions or why I'm here. If I had done nothing this day, he would not have suspected a thing.
"Is it some big secret then? Why not just say it, boy?"
Jin was closemouthed by then. There was no way he would indulge the man any further.
"You'd persecute someone without ever telling them what they're guilty of? Surely, even you can see the wrong in doing that. Who knows? Perhaps there's some way to appease you."
Peace talks? Why is he talking like this all of a sudden? He must have something up his sleeves…
Jin continued in his silence. He never once looked up at the other.
"Keep your secrets then. You say you have amnesia, right? Why don't you wait before doing something stupid? There may be some piece of your memory still missing."
He still thinks I have amnesia…But I thought…
"I see you don't feel like talking. That's fine. We still have a lot of long hours ahead of us. Why don't you try to get some sleep—it'll make the time go faster."
After a while, Kazuya simply returned to what he was doing in the first place. Jin stole a glance at him and saw that the other had taken to reading a rather thick and heavy looking booklet. He watched as every so often he would pause to highlight something and write a few things on the side and then continue on reading in this kind of cycle. It seemed tiring, very tiring. Just looking at the size of that book frustrated Jin. He stood by his statement that he would never become a CEO of some big business. Is this really what he did every day? Then again, this could just be "one of those days". Maybe there was a more exciting part of his job, but that was only wishful thinking.
At some point, Jin really did find himself falling asleep. It was painfully boring. The turning of pages became like a lullaby. He wasn't sure what he dreamed of if he did dream in the first place. Hours seemed to pass like seconds. It felt like only a few of those had passed before he was awoken by Kazuya's voice.
"Hey, kid, we're done here."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
When the two of them walked back out into the hall, Jin noticed that most of the lights were turned off. It looked as if the majority of the staff and even janitors had gone home already. Just how much overtime had Kazuya done today? Jin wondered if he had done it to spite him, but further thinking led him to believe that it wasn't the case. He did seem to legitimately have a lot to do. When they got out to the car which was by now parked in a largely empty parking lot, Jin took his seat in the passenger side and Kazuya in the driver's seat. Jin couldn't wait for a change of scenery.
"Let me get some rest for a few moments, alright, kid; then we can go."
"I have to wait longer?"
"If you want to drive, then be my guest," he said closing his eyes.
Jin looked from the steering wheel to the stick shift and took a deep breath, "Alright then, I will."
"You crazy, kid? Course I'm not going to let you drive," he said without even bothering to open his eyes.
"But I saw how you're supposed to do it. Can I at least try?"
"If I planned on dying, I'd think of a less painful way," Kazuya said finally looking at the other directly. "All you have to do is just sit there."
"You let Jun do it," Jin accused.
"That's different—she's an adult. Besides, she can take care of herself…even when she says that she can't. You, on the other hand, have probably never ridden in a car until yesterday."
How does he know that!
"You're still easy to read, kid," Kazuya said as if he had been reading the other's thoughts. Then he sighed. "Fine, let's just go now. It's not that far away anyways."
Jin was only glad to officially be out of that place altogether. It was indeed a short drive, but it was like being tossed a lifeline from the sea of boredom. Jin was looking out the window the entire time. He got out of the car when they arrived at his house once again.
"Something wrong with Jun's place?" Jin asked the other.
"Something wrong with my place?" Kazuya said back as he went up to the door.
When he stepped inside the house, he was already heading off to his room.
"Today must have been a bit rough for someone who had nothing to do for so many hours. You don't have to go back to your room and sulk the rest of the day away—it's not like you're on lock-down."
Surprised, Jin looked back at the other.
"Use the TV if you like—that's about the only thing I have for entertainment. The one in your room doesn't have cable, but the one in the living room does. Anyways, I'll be in my room."
He's being nice again. Should I be worried?
"Could you do me a favor?" Kazuya asked the other.
"And what's that?"
"Wake me up at 11. I hate using alarms."
"What happens at 11?"
"It's when I have to pick up Jun from her work."
"You mean she's still at work?"
"She tends to overdo it a bit, but trust me, time works differently when you're doing something you love."
Jin watched the other recede further into the house. He took this moment to explore the house when no one was watching him. He found the living room quick enough. Then he went on to discover three bathrooms, five closets, a large and untouched kitchen, and four rooms, one of them could have been a den, another held no purpose whatsoever, and the other two were bedrooms. One of the two bedrooms was Kazuya's of course. The door was open so it was easy to make such conclusions. Jin wanted to check something so he crept in. Jin noted that Kazuya hadn't even bothered to take off his suit jacket or his shoes which Jin assumed hung off the bed for obvious reasons. Jin went over to the side of the bed where his head was turned to.
I wonder if this will work.
"Kazuya," Jin began nervously—he realized suddenly that this was the first time he had dared to utter that name— "Do you plan on doing something to harm, Jun?"
Jin hated referring to his mother has "Jun" instead of "Mom", but it couldn't be helped. He waited for the other to respond, but nothing occurred. He repeated the question a couple more times in a louder voice. The third time was the charm—or at least he got some kind of response even if it wasn't the one he was looking for.
"Brat, you're being noisy. Go play someplace else besides my room."
Jin wasn't sure if he had really been referring to him since he still had his eyes closed. Kazuya gave what he assumed was a light shove as he used the soft part of his palm and thrust it forth upon Jin's forehead. It was an action that easily sent Jin tumbling to the ground. Needless to say, Jin was quite shocked by this for more than one reason. In fact, he didn't stand up for some time.
"You still here?" Jin heard Kazuya's voice say from above him, "If you have something to talk about, let's do that sort of thing later."
"I was just leaving," Jin said quickly as he scrambled out of the room.
Guess she was right…it only works with her…
Jin returned to the living room for the time being and tried out the television. Really, he didn't know what to watch. He found himself flicking through all the channels at least three times. He would pause on one station for a second longer than usual and then move on. He caught the beginning of a movie and kept it on the channel for the rest of the time. Even while the movie was on, he kept an eye out on the clock. Jin only had to wait an hour before he got Kazuya up. It wasn't very hard when the time came.
"Go wait for me out in the car," Kazuya instructed the other.
With a nod, Jin went to the living room and turned off the television and then exited the house. He was in a good mood now. Not only were they going to pick up Jun, Kazuya's amiability was beginning to lighten the air between them. Jin heard the doors unlock and looked over towards the house to see Kazuya approaching. This time, Jin sat in the back.
"Is that really all you do at work?" Jin questioned the other.
"Well, not all the time. Tomorrow would be a little more exciting—exciting meaning that I wouldn't be in an office all day. There are quite a few meetings scheduled tomorrow. Today I was just preparing for that. People will ask the questions and wait for the chance to pounce on you if you show any signs of hesitancy. Before you ever think of doing something, you must first setup a plan and then prepare yourself for any obstacles that could befall you."
It was perhaps the most Jin had ever heard Kazuya say to him. The last sentence though, was a little haunting. Wasn't he trying to do something himself? What kind of plan could he possibly think up in his position?
"I don't think it'd be very realistic to drag you off to so many meetings. People are already asking questions. It would be best not to push my luck."
"So I won't be going with you tomorrow?"
"We'll have to see."
In a snap, they were pulling up to a building that wasn't nearly as grand as Kazuya's place of work and it was pretty squat in comparison.
"Jun was supposed to already be out here. Wait here. She'd probably be there for the rest of the night if someone didn't pull her out."
Kazuya got out of the car and disappeared into the building. In a few minutes, he came back out with her. She was obviously in a good mood.
"I was coming already," Jun said with a laugh. "Why don't you let me drive? You look tired."
"My pleasure," he said simply as he handed her the keys, "Although, it's not like we have far to go."
Jin watched as Jun climbed into the driver's seat and Kazuya got into the other side.
"Did you guys even eat yet?" Jun inquired
"I knew there was something I was forgetting," Kazuya answered back.
Jin suddenly realized that they had in fact missed dinner—he hadn't even been aware of it.
"You'll starve this boy to death if you had to take care of him for more than a day," Jun accused the other.
"Oh, I wouldn't let him starve. Isn't that right, Jin?"
"Right," Jin retorted.
The way Kazuya had forced him to eat his lunch that day, Jin was sure that he wouldn't actually starve. He wondered if Kazuya had been referring to this incident as if to make light of it. There was no way he would be forgiven so easily.
"Let's go somewhere and eat," Jun said.
"This is the second day in a row," Kazuya complained.
"Then let's try an actual sit-down restaurant this time."
"You think one is open so late?" Kazuya asked with a frown.
"Don't worry, I know a place. I always go there when I work late. Jin, what do you say, are you up for it?"
"Anyplace that serves food is fine," Jin replied.
"That's my cue," Jun said as she turned on the engine
Jin noticed that she drove slower than she had last time perhaps for his sake. It took about ten minutes to get to the restaurant. Even by that time Kazuya was already dozing off. Jun had to drag the other out of the car. Jin was sure they were making complete fools of themselves by now.
"Who eats this late anyway?" Kazuya said to the insistent woman.
"People who like to skip dinner all the time."
"I didn't 'skip', I forgot," Kazuya corrected the other.
"Same difference."
It took them a little bit to actually get into the place with all their bantering, but eventually they did. The smell of food reminded Jin of how hungry he actually was. After sitting down, the wait for the food wasn't very long since there weren't a lot of customers at the moment.
"I guess I've seen everything," the waitress said when she came with the food, "A family outing at such a late hour."
Jin thought one of the other two would correct her. They weren't a family. No one said a word of protest and Jun was all smiles when the waitress left.
"Did you hear that? She thinks we're a family!"
"It wouldn't be much of a stretch," Kazuya said nonchalantly.
Jin might have frowned at this had Jun not been so happy about it. Even he couldn't stay in a bad mood for very long not when he felt so at ease. When he looked down at his food, he made a horrifying revelation.
"How did we end up with the same order again?" Jin asked clearly upset. Kazuya's selection looked identical to his.
"Must have gotten your order wrong. You can change it if you want," Kazuya said to him.
Jin sighed exasperatedly, "No, nevermind. This is fine."
It wasn't as if he was really looking forward to what he had actually ordered anyway and after what he had eaten for lunch that day, it was time to treat himself.
"You guys are getting along a lot better today," Jun observed, "Yesterday, you guys weren't even speaking to each other."
I still don't trust him. Jin thought as he was looking down at his food.
"A little kindness can go a long ways," Jun said to no one in particular.
I know what you're trying to do Mom, but in the end, it won't work. You're sleeping with the devil. No matter how nice he can be that fact will always remain. He's trying to disguise himself, but I alone can see through his façade. I alone must save you, Mom, for your own good.
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AN: Oh, Jin, stop jumping to so many conclusions! You're looking mad suspicious. Anyways, what's going to happen next? Will Jin finally lay down an actual plan? Is it even possible to change what's practically destined to occur? Stay tuned. (I have no idea, why I suddenly go on "announcer" mode on these author notes). Also, AniDenDav *huggles*, love you too for all your wonderful reviews. FAITHHEAVEN and AngelInTheDark19, thank you very much for reading. As long as still someone out there who enjoys reading my works, I'll keep writing.
