Kazuya was chilling on the couch, beer in one hand and remote in the other. He was watching one of those numerous clip shows where an audience watches videos of people getting hurt while the host attempts to provide funny commentary. Kazuya didn't care much for that part; being the sadistic bastard he is, he only relished in the pained screams of teenagers falling off their skateboards.

"HA! Idiot. Here's a tip: use the feet you were born with! Gahahahahahaha!" Kazuya guffawed loudly. He kicked back and threw his feet on the coffee table, despite the fact that Jun told him numerous times not to. She had to constantly remind him how disgusting his feet were after a long day of work; some days she would put it in nicer words, and some days it was the total opposite.

"Ahhhh! Is there anything better than relaxing on the couch after listening to people's problems all day?" Kazuya said to no one but himself.

"I get so tired of hearing it. "I want a pay raise", "the drinks machines are empty", "my JACK went ballistic and murdered my staff, waaaaah..."

As Kazuya complained to himself and sipped his ice cold beverage, he was startled by footsteps echoing down the stairs.

"J-JUN? I-I was just stomping a bug is all!" Kazuya shouted, quickly removing his feet. But he relaxed when he saw it was just his son, Jin Kazama. He had quite a grumpy look on his face as he grabbed a soda from the fridge and angrily tore open a bag of chips.

"Oh.. it's just the little whelp. No wait, be a good father or Jun will hurt me... heeeeey Jin! Uhh... how was school and stuff?"

Jin looked over at Kazuya, who had a cheesy smile on his face. For some reason, seeing his dad's face made Jin even angrier.

"I failed a test." Jin mumbled. He tried to walk away quickly after that, but Kazuya stopped him.

"Waaaaaait wait wait wait. You failed ANOTHER test? Don't tell me it was-"

"Math." Jin finished. He slammed his soda down on the kitchen table and smacked his head repeatedly.

"I just don't know what to do! If I fail this course, I'll have to drop out and choose a different major that doesn't require math as a prerequisite! But I REALLY wanna be a robotics expert like Uncle Lee. Arrrgh!"

Kazuya had a look of concern on his face, thought mostly it was because of Jin putting a soda on Jun's wooden table without a coaster. But he pushed those thoughts aside and focused on Jin at the moment. This was REALLY bad timing; Jun was usually the one to handle this stuff, but she was taking a shower after a hard day at the Wildlife Protection Agency. Kazuya was going to have to handle it... God, he was starting to regret even opening his mouth. Damn him for ever becoming a father!

"Son... uhh... share your feelings. Wait... that is what I'm supposed to say, right?"

Jin rolled his eyes and looked down at his feet. "Well, you see... I've just been distracted lately."

"Distracted? By what? Come here, sit down beside me."

Kazuya motioned to the available spot on the couch beside him. Though he was reluctant, Jin made his was over to the couch and plopped down beside his father. Immediately, Kazuya snatched the bag of chips.

"H-hey!" Jin yelled.

"Hey, I paid for these. Plus I gotta listen to your problems and shit, and I focus better when I'm eating. Now talk to me, whelp- uh I mean boy. What is distracting you?"

"Well... there's this woman who's also taking the class. She sits right next to me. She's really hot. I mean... REALLY hot. Long brown hair, caramel skin... and she always wears these really short denim shorts. And she's always wearing these beach shirts, but she ties them in a knot so she can show off her navel and she leaves it half unbuttoned with nothing underneath. I swear she's not wearing a bra, and between you and me she has some really nice-"

"OKAY, ENOUGH!" Kazuya interrupted. He nonchalantly put the bag of chips in his lap to hide a certain something which was now wide awake after hearing that description. He reached over and put a hand on Jin's shoulder as if he was about to share some infinite fatherly wisdom.

"Son... let me tell you little story. You see, I too had to take a math class in college. And let me tell you, it was a very hard time for me. You see, all I cared about was fighting and not numbers. I really didn't care to learn all those formulas and shit, so I never really paid much attention. But after getting jealous of your Uncle Lee's high grades, I finally decided to make a change. Well, it just so happens that on the day I decided to finally pay attention, a new girl transferred to the class. It was your mother."

"M-mom?" Jin asked.

"Yep. And I tell you son... Jun is a MILF right now, but she is NOTHING compared to how hot she was in her college days..."

"Uhh..."

"And she always, ALWAYS sat in front of me. She was rocking those tight ass jeans and white tanktop, but the real cherry on top was this kickass light blue thong she always wore."

"D-Dad...!"

"Yep, she wore it every day. Maybe she washed it, or maybe she just had 100 of em. But yeah, no joke. She would ALWAYS wear that thong. And every time she leaned over, hoo boy... what a show!"

"D-dad... this is... getting very..."

"Ha ha, yeah... I'll never forget the efforts I went to just to see her bend over. I used to throw my pencil at her feet oh so innocently and ask her to get it for me..."

"Okay, I've heard enough! Either get to a point, or I'm leaving right now!"

Kazuya finally snapped out of his fantasy and looked over at Jin, who had a traumatized expression on his face after hearing that story.

"Oops, I guess I got carried away. Heh."

"So what did you do? Did you move to a different seat?"

"What? No! I dropped out and took over the Mishima Zaibatsu after throwing your grandpa off a cliff. Then I did some bad stuff to animals, your mom came to kick my ass, we banged and here we are now. And uh... you too, hee hee..."

Jin felt like throwing up at that moment. Whatever helpful insight Kazuya thought he had just provided... it was the complete opposite. Instead, Jin was reminded of just how fucked up his life really was. In fact, this realization hit him so hard that his stomach started gurgling.

"I'm gonna be sick...!"

Jin shot to his feet and took off upstairs. His destination: the toilet, to puke his guts out in pure trauma.

Kazuya was oblivious to this, as he was just happy to finally get Jin out of the room. With a relaxed sigh, he finally propped his feet back up and resumed his television watching. As he grabbed his beer and reached into the bag to grab a chip or two, he heard footsteps once again making their way down the stairs. With an annoyed grunt, Kazuya took his feet back off the table and put down his snacks.

"Look boy, you're really testing my patience. I've already done the whole father thing once to...day?"

As Kazuya turned around locked eyes, his mouth fell open and his tongue fell out.

"I heard what you said." the female voice purred. The source of the voice was Jun, who was standing there in nothing but a white tanktop and a light blue thong: the same thong that had caused Kazuya to fail math so many years ago.

"J-J-J-J-HONEY!" Kazuya stammered. The crotch area of his pants rose so high that the bag of chips fell off of his lap.

"Just so you know, I DID wash it every day. I knew you loved it when I wore it." Jun whispered, a cute grin spreading on her face.

"Ah..um...ah...um...uhh..."

"Ha! You were so cute back then. You couldn't even find your way to your desk because your eyes were glued to my backside, just waiting and begging for a peek..."

Jun did a little twirl, giving Kazuya a quick glimpse of her ass. That sent Kazuya over the edge; with a loud bark, he leaped to his feet and charged at Jun with his arms wide open. His tongue hung out of his mouth as he panted wildly.

Jun smiled evilly as Kazuya closed distance. She let him get closer...closer... he was fast approaching. As soon as Kazuya got close enough he lunged at Jun and tried to kiss her. Suddenly, Jun stretched out her arm and Kazuya's forehead collided with her palm. He was knocked to the ground instantly.

"OWWW! What the hell?!" Kazuya whined, rubbing his forehead. Suddenly, he received a huge white garbage bag to the face.

"I came down here to tell you that you haven't taken out the trash in TWO WEEKS! It's your turn, and I swore I wasn't giving you another break. Now get to it, mister!"

With a sigh, Kazuya rose to his feet with the bag in his arms. He was angry at first, but the joy returned to his face when Jun kissed his cheek and leaned in close to his ear with a whisper.

"Don't worry. I'll walk in front of you so you don't get lost."