Tekken Fan Fiction ❯ Canto ❯ Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Lee stared at the clock on his dresser; the obnoxiously bright red numbers blinked once, changing the time to 4 a.m. So, he had been lying awake for three hours now. He couldn't quite figure out why he couldn't sleep. Tonight hadn't been any different from any other night he had in endured in that house. He fought with his father, sympathize with Anna over the phone, which was no different from when they had dated. Then he listened to Kazuya's useless optimist banter. Smile and nod. Smile and nod. He let out a frustrated sigh covered his face with a pillow. Anything for sleep. His breathing into the bag of cotton made the diminishing air under there to become unpleasantly warm, and he pulled the pillow off his face to check the clock one more time. 4:02.

He closed his eyes and slide his hand under the covers, then lightly ran his fingers over the area between his legs repeatedly until his felt him himself becoming aroused. Yes, when in doubt, there's always that, he sneered in his head. He sighed heavily and frowned, eyes still closed as his hand slid under the elastic of his bottoms and his briefs and curled around the erection he had.

For the life of him, he couldn't figure out what the hell he was fantasizing about. As his hand moved in careful, practiced movements, he saw nothing but black in his mind and heard nothing but a ringing in his ears. His hand moved faster, and in response, he bit his bottom lip to keep from making noise, considering the last thing he needed right now was for Kazuya to come knocking on his door, asking if he was alright. He opened his eyes, and his dick went limp as soon as he thought about his brother. There went that idea.

The silver haired boy grunted again and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of his bed. His arms jetted our behind him, rigidly propping him up at the moment, and for several minutes, he sat unmovingly, staring out the window in front of him. He then leaned forward and shifted his weight, allowing him to cross his arms and rest them on his knees. Another glance at the clock: 4:17.

"Okay, I'll make myself tired in the dojo," he mumbled to himself as he stood up, arms still crossed, and he headed toward his door.

He didn't bother to put on a shirt or shoes as he went out the backdoor in the kitchen to trek outside to the dojo they had. It was still rather hot, and it was starting to become warmer, with the oncoming sunrise near. He smiled lightly as he opened the door and peeked in, then frowned.

Kazuya was in there, silently practicing his katas. He stopped when he heard the faint creak of the dojo's back door and turned his attention away from the spectacular wall sized windows that looked out into the garden and at the backside of the Mishima mansion. The older boy smiled fondly at his brother and beckoned him to join in on the morning exercises.

"Couldn't sleep either?" the dark-haired man chuckled as he turned back towards the windows and took stance again. The sky was turning a copper green with the sun about to rise in an hour or so.

"Yeah...should had masturbated instead, though," Lee mumbled as he stood next to his brother, facing the same direction and took stance as well. The older Mishima began snickering at his younger brother's remark, oblivious to how true it actually was. Then the two moved in unison as they danced and flowed, the only sounds the rustling of clothing as the siblings moved with the sunrise and the rising heat.

After thirty minutes or so, Lee paused and shook his head, "Okay, I'm tired, I'm going to bed."

"Sure you are," Kazuya laughed. He stopped as well and straddled himself out on the floor. He began stretching, leaning over his knee and grabbing his foot to lay his forehead on his leg. "No sparring, then?"

"Um, no," Lee shrugged, "I haven't slept since this time yesterday."

"Too bad," the older boy sang as he switched legs.

"Yeah, I'd say," The younger Mishima shrugged and sat down next to Kazuya. "Hey, Kaz," he began again. "If I freaked you out last night, I didn't mean to."

"No, you didn't," The older boy straightened up and grinned sheepishly, "I was drunk, you know. So, are you sure you don't wanna spar?"

"Not today." Lee stood up, "I have finals this week, must sleep--er, study."

"Well...think of this way, after another semester, you're done."

"Yeah...then I have to find a job." Kazuya cackled at Lee's blunt response. The younger man headed toward the door. "Anyway, I'll probably see you at breakfast or something."

"Sure thing," the older boy nodded as he went back to stretching, then lifted his head as he heard the door latch softly after his brother.

Kazuya frowned to himself. It was actually very obvious that Lee hadn't wanted his company this morning, but as usual Kazuya had at least tried. He shrugged and stood up. That was enough practice for now.

He then rubbed his shoulder painfully. The effects of previous night's brawl were finally starting to hit him, and despite how much he had stretched, his legs and arms were aching. He then flexed the fingers of his now bandaged right hand. It seemed in better condition than the rest of him for the time being.

The door creaked again, and Kazuya turned his head, expecting to see his brother. Instead, his father stood in the doorway and crossed his arms, a pleased look on his face.

"Good morning, sir," Kazuya greeted quietly, bowing once at the older man, who was garbed in a black gi. Heihachi nodded once and entered the room.

Heihachi Mishima was a stern man, his mouth always drawn down into a tight frown. He was rather handsome, though, and was built and looked very much like his eldest son, though his hair was thinning and greying, and his face was weathered with wrinkles and frown lines. His upper lip was covered by a thick handlebar mustache that only made the frown he wore constantly stand out more. It suited him fine, though.

Today, however, he wore a slight smile on his face, pleasantly surprised to see his oldest boy training in the dojo so early. He even glanced down at Kazuya's bandaged hand and let out a low chuckle, knowing that his son had gotten into another fight the night before.

"You're never up this early," Heihachi mused, his deep voice filling the room. Kazuya felt his heart beating faster and a burning sensation from the scar under his shirt. He managed to nod at his father and forced a grin.

"Had a lot of pint up energy, so tried to work it off. Chaolan didn't want to spar though." Heihachi nodded again at his son.

The older man shook his head, "Your brother isn't much of a fighter."

"He fights fine. Almost better than me." Kazuya felt his face becoming hot from anger at his father's commentary. The young man actually did have a great deal of respect for how well his younger brother fought. It was a graceful and fluid mixture of Mishima tactics and gung ku. Kazuya almost always felt himself becoming envious at Lee's speed and agility whenever they sparred, feeling clumsy since the older boy had to rely on sheer power instead.

"You're an excellent fighter, Kazuya," Heihachi added sternly, "You have discipline and tact. Lee Chaolan lacks that."

"I don't think it's so much that he lacks it," Kazuya shrugged, managing to keep his anger under control for the time, "He's just not interested." His father's face darkened slightly and the slight grin he had been wearing quickly turned back into the glower that Kazuya was used to seeing. Absentmindedly, the boy brought his injured hand up to his chest as he waited for his father to say something.

The man shook his head disapprovingly, "Always defending him, knowing full well that he would never do the same for you." Kazuya's hand dropped to his side. He didn't make a retort at that comment, because he knew it was true. A heavy sigh sounded from the boy, and he nodded once at his father again.

"I should probably shower now, sir," he said as he walked slowly towards the door; his hands were both curled up in to tight fists and stayed rigidly at his sides. The older man grunted once then strolled over to where the boy had been standing to begin his morning katas.

That had been the most that Kazuya had spoken to Heihachi in years.

Jun Kazama sat outside of her boss's office next to her partner, who was reading a novel. Her hands were folding carefully on her lap, trembling a bit from anticipation for their case. The urgency that had been in her superior's voice had frightened her that morning. Though, her partner, on the other hand, seemed rather calm.

The man sitting next to her was Lei Wulong, who, despite how quiet he was at the moment, was a pleasant, outgoing young man originally from Hong Kong. He was wearing a blue satin tunic with its high, stiff collar undone at the time and a pair of black slacks and black loafers. His thick black hair was frizzy and poofed out that day due to the rainy weather, but he paid no mind to that as he read his book, the title of which that Jun couldn't read, since it was written in Chinese calligraphy. And on his face, he wore a lopsided smirk, the occasional chuckle coming from him as he read.

"You know," Lei began, his nose still in his book. "You worry too much, Jun." The young woman glanced over at her colleague, then at the closed office door.

She sighed heavily, "This case though...I have a bad feeling about it."

"We don't even know what we're doing yet." His grin grew, and he let out another soft laugh at his book before pulling his little paper receipt bookmark out from the back of the book to mark his spot, closing and setting it on his lap. He then fully turned his attention to Jun, still smiling.

"Doesn't this bother you at all?" Jun frowned. "This waiting?"

Lei shook his head, "Not as long as I get a paycheck." The young woman blinked and let out a small giggle at her partner's reply. He grinned again, "I've found that keeping a good attitude makes life easier. You should try it instead of being so pessimistic."

"I'm not pessimistic," Jun protested. She quickly looked down at the patent leather Mary Janes she was wearing; they peeked out from under the long lavender skirt she wore that day. "I'm just being realistic," she mumbled to herself.

The young man laughed and shook his head, "I know that, but you forget that sometimes life does unexpectedly wonderful things once in a while. It's good to hope." He turned his head as that door in front of them opened, and a blonde women stuck her head out.

"Detective Kazama and Detective Wulong, Chief Chancey says he can see you now," she chirped brightly as she fully opened the door. Lei stood up first and stretched, book still in his hand and strolled into the office. Jun sighed heavily and stood up after her colleague went through the door and followed him. Her hands were shaking much more now.

The pair went past several cubicles, where they could see other cops and detectives working lazily that day; it had been rather slow for a Saturday afternoon, and most of the people were working at their desks and filing paperwork as a result. As the two walked through the cramped maze of desks, occasionally a fellow cop would greet them while shuffling papers or give a little wave while chatting away on the phone. Despite the light attitude everyone had today, Jun felt terrible.

At the back of the room was the door that led into Chancey's office, and after what felt like an eternity, the two detectives finally made it there. By now, Jun's heart felt like it was lodged in her throat, and her hands were clasped together to keep them from shaking. Lei stopped at the door and whistled a cheerful little ditty, then grabbed the doorknob. Before he opened the door, however, he turned his head back at Jun.

"Are you okay, Kazama?" he asked, noticing that she was still looked uneasy.

"Yeah, fine," she nodded. "And...I'll feel even better as soon as you opened that door." She managed a small grin at Lei.

"I think you're lying, but okay." The young man shrugged and turned the knob. He smiled at the older man sitting behind the messy desk; Raymond Chancey was talking on the phone and had a folder opened in front of him, glancing down at it as he spoke. He was a middle aged black man, tall and built solidly from his college days of playing football. His head was shaven bald, and he had a thick salt and peppered mustache. He looked up and smiled at Lei and Jun, then gestured at the two to sit down in the two seats facing the desk.

". . .Alright, I have to brief a couple of my men right now," Chancey said into the phone. "We'll finish this later. Good day." And with that, he hung up the phone and sighed heavily. He then turned fully at the two cops in front of him and smiled again.

"Sorry about that," the older man began. "Some new recruits coming in on Monday, and was getting ready for that."

Lei nodded, "That's always good to hear."

"Maybe," the older man chuckled. "But enough about that, I'm sure you two would like to know what your next case is." He pulled away from his desk to open the drawer next to him, and after he opened it, pulled out an accordion file that was stuffed full. Chancey then scooted back to where he was sitting and set the huge file in front of Jun. The young woman lifted a brow and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

"I know," Chancey chuckled, "A lot of reading. And..." He sighed heavily, "It's as important as it looks. The FBI contacted us because of the rep we have...I'm putting you guys on this since you're two of my best."

"What is it exactly?" Lei asked, also starting to feel a bit nervous.

The older man sighed and leaned back into his chair, "I'm sure you both know of the Mishima Corporation."

"Oh, yeah," the younger man shrugged, "Huge electronics and biotech company based in New Mexico. They make almost everything." Jun was silent and picked up the file in front of her and slipped the elastic off from around it as the two men conversed. "What's the deal?"

"A lot of things. The FBI's convinced that the CEO is running a drug trafficking operation underneath the whole thing, not to mention yakuza ties--"

"--You're kidding?" Lei sighed; he glanced over at Jun, who was reading and thumbing through the huge stack of papers that she had pulled from that brown file. He sighed and turned back to Chancey, "That just seems so weird and...unnecessary. Mishima's probably one of the biggest companies in the U.S."

"Not just the U.S., Japan, Europe. You name it, Mishima's there. Which also makes it a good suspect for what could be one of the biggest drug heists--"

"--No!" Jun suddenly yelled, looking up.

Lei jumped at Jun's sudden outburst and turned his head at her, "Huh?"

"We are not going to New Mexico!" Jun cried as she dropped the papers back on Chancey's desk. "Especially not Dreyfus."

The older man sighed at her, "Look, you'd be undercover, and there's an FBI agent there that would give you what materials and info you need, and he'll act as a means of contact between our offices and theirs."

"'Environmental and ecological protection agency representatives'?" Jun groaned, "What kind of cover is that? Not to mention, it's two thousand miles away!" Lei lifted a brow then glanced back at his boss who by now was leaning over his desk and had his hands folded one on top of the other and resting on the desk.

"I think the two of you will do fine. Beside, I heard Dreyfus was a charming little town," Chancey replied, grinning a little.

"Sure, it's charming if you love looking at dirt all day," she mumbled as she stood up." Her partner bit his bottom lip at her, then picked up the papers she had dumped on Chancey's desk.

"I'll just keep this," he mumbled as he stood up. "Don't worry, sir, we'll do our best."

"Oh, I don't doubt it," the older man grinned. "And I'm sure as soon as Detective Kazama calms down, she'll realize what a great opportunity this is." Lei nodded in agreement and then glanced over at Jun, whose arms were crossed. Chancey stood up and extended his hand at Lei. "And good luck."

Lei smiled and shook it with his freehand, "Thank you, sir." He then turned toward Jun, "Um, we'll discuss this over lunch. My treat." Jun sighed, spun around, and stomped out of the office.

Lei had to jogged a bit to catch up with his colleague, who was nearly completely out of the building by the time he managed to catch her.

"Well, that was great," he mumbled as Jun stopped and turned around. "I didn't know you were that against flying out of states for cases."

Jun rolled her eyes and turned back around, "It's not that..."

"Okay, then what?" She didn't answer but proceeded to march out the building. Lei sighed and followed.

It wasn't until they reached her little white Honda hatchback in the parking lot that she spoke again, "I grew up in Dreyfus." Lei blinked at her as she unlocked her car door and got in. She stuck her head out her door, "Are you going to get in or not?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." The young man opened the passenger's side door and slipped in. He shut the door and clutched his book and the file to his chest. "Wow, so...would going back be a bad idea? Do people know you're a cop?"

Jun shook her head, "Probably not... I was supposed to be here to become a dancer." She glanced over at Lei and smiled weakly. "And...I haven't spoken to my parents in years because of that."

"I can't imagine you dancing," Lei smirked as Jun started the car.

"Neither could my father," she sighed. "But I'm sure he'll just LOVE finding out that I'm in law enforcement instead."

"No, you're not an officer. You're an eco fighter!" Jun nearly choked from laughter from Lei's retort as she backed out her parking space.

"Gee, thanks for the reminder, Wulong."

"No problem."