Tekken Fan Fiction ❯ Canto ❯ Chapter 6

Chapter Six

She was going to have to spend another evening alone. That, Anna had had gotten used to, not being able to leave the house for very long or at all as she cared for her mother. However, she sat at the kitchen counter, dialing on the phone that number that she knew all too well. She listened to the other side ring then glanced up to see Nina leaving out the front door with Emil, both dressed up for the evening. The blonde turned and gave her little sister a little wave before disappearing for the rest of the night. Anna sneered at the door as it closed then went back to her phone call.

Finally, someone picked up.

"Hello?" Kazuya asked.

"Hello, Kazuya, it's Anna," she replied brightly as she moved a lock of hair in her face to behind her free ear.

"Oh, hey! Um, Lee isn't here..."

"No, no. That's alright. I wanted to speak to you." There was a bit of uneasy silence at Anna's response. She continued, "That is alright, isn't is?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," Kazuya laughed. "You just kinda...caught me by surprise."

"Oh, I'm sorry, love," she sang. "I wanted to ask a favor of you."

"Okay, shoot."

"Well, it's about a job. I...really need a job."

Another awkward pause, then Kazuya finally replied, "I don't know if I can get you one at the company, if that's what you mean."

The girl chuckled softly, "Oh, no. I meant more personal services. If it's all possible, could we meet and discuss this in person?"

"Personal services..." Kazuya let out a heavy sigh. "Um, where do you want to meet?"

Anna smiled to herself, "Do you know where the Friar's Cafe is?"

"Yeah."

"Can we meet there? Tonight?" She shifted in her seat as she waited for an answer from the young man.

"Sure. How about around eight?"

"Perfect," she grinned. "I promise, you won't regret this."

"Anna?..."

"Yes?"

"This doesn't have anything to do with Lee, does it?"

"Of course not," she frowned.

"Okay, I'm sorry."

"No worries. And I'll see you in a bit."

"Yeah, later." They both hung up.

Anna sighed heavily and hopped down off of the barstool she had been sitting on and trotted off towards her mother's bedroom. She knocked, then carefully opened the door.

The room was filled plastic tubs of medications and cleaning supplies, and it had a very clean, medicinal smell to it that was overwhelming. It almost made Anna choke, in fact. As she slipped into the room, she looked up at the bed. The thin, frail figure that was lying in there looked like a mummy, with sunken in cheeks and hollowed out eye sockets. The old woman's chest raised up and down painfully with each breath she took, and the thick wool blanket that was covering her looked like it was crushing her delicate skeleton.

"Mama," Anna began softly as she sat down in a chair that was next to the bed. There was a faint rustling of cloth as the old woman turned her head at her daughter, her eyes milky and clouded over from illness. Her mouth was gaped opened as she gasped for air like a fish out of water.

"Mama," the girl began again as she gently held her mother's bony hand, "I have to leave for a little bit tonight. Will you be okay?" The old woman nodded once and turned her head away to gaze at the ceiling, though she was completely blind.

Anna frowned, "Mama, are you sure?"

"Anya," the old woman murmured, "Live." The girl felt her eyes tearing up when her mother said that, and she leaned over and kissed her mother's forehead. It felt pleasantly warm against her lips.

"I promise, I won't be gone long."

The old woman closed her eyes, "I'll....still be here whenever you come home."

"I love you, Mama."

"I....love you too." The old woman's hand went limp, and her breathing stopped. Anna's eyes widened, and her throat closed up. She pulled away and gently nudged her mother, her eyes desperate.

"Mama?" She bit her bottom lip and nudged her mother again. "Mama?" Her eyes were stinging now, and she hunched over and began sobbing.

Anna left straight from the hospital to go to the Friar's Cafe, as she originally planned to that evening. She was dressed in a red short sleeved dress that came to her knees, and a pair a black canvas Mary Janes. Her hair was neatly straightened, and she wore some light makeup. However, her eyes were red and still stinging from all the crying she had done.

In the past three hours, she hadn't been able to get a hold of Nina and ended up leaving several messages on the Emil's home answering machine. Of course, it would probably be another five or six hours before she heard anything from either one of them. Somehow, that didn't bother her as much as she felt it should had.

As she drove downtown then out towards the city limits where the little cafe was located, she wondered what she was going to do now with her life. She was so used to having to take of someone else, that now she felt useless and lost. Her eyes watered up again as her destination came into view.

There weren't too many people there, and in the parking lot, she could see Kazuya's Oldsmobile, and she chose to park in the space next to it. When she got out, she chuckled a bit at how shabby her little green Caprice looked next to his car, then headed towards the building. When she reached the door, she took a deep breath and tried to composed herself, though she faintly knew how terrible she must look. Finally she forced a smile and entered the building.

The door jingled as she walked in, and immediately she spotted Kazuya, who was wearing a blue flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of dark blue jeans, and he was sitting in a booth near the back of the room. He looked up and smiled as he saw that Anna had finally arrived. He then stood up and met her halfway. His smile disappeared when he saw Anna's face.

"Are....you alright?" he asked softly when he reached her, placing his hands on her slender shoulders. She glanced away, then back at Kazuya, her eyes starting to water again.

"Could we go somewhere else to talk?" she asked in a whisper.

He nodded, "Yeah, sure." She smiled weakly, grabbed his hand gently, and led him outside.

As soon as the door closed behind them, he asked, "What happened?" Anna let out a heavy sigh and began fishing in her purse for her car keys.

"Don't...worry about it," she sighed, her head still down at her purse. Kazuya didn't reply but leaned against his car and crossed his arms.

"So....are we going to my place then?"

Anna lifted her head, "Lee isn't there, is he?"

"No."

"That's fine then." She at last pulled her keys from her purse and walked over to her car. "I'll just follow you." Kazuya nodded and pulled his cars keys out his pocket.

The trip to the Mishima estate felt longer from the oncoming darkness, despite the way being lit by moonlight. Anna had never had to drive to the manor, since Lee usually just took her there, and she drove nervously behind Kazuya, which was made all that much more difficult from nightfall. But at last, they made through the gates and up the driveway to the large stony building. And, like Kazuya had said, Lee's car was gone, as was Heihachi's.

She parked outside of the garage after Kazuya had pulled in, got out, and walked towards the young man as he stood waiting for her by the house entrance in the garage.

When she reached him, he asked again, "Anna, what happened?" She chuckled harshly once and crossed her arms. She was biting her lip again to keep from crying.

"I...my mother passed away this evening. Right after I called you." She grinned slightly, though there were tears trickling down her cheeks again.

"Oh...god. I'm sorry." He hugged her.

She was startled by Kazuya's concern and act of affection, since Lee never had done that for her. In fact, during the entire time they dated, she often wondered if she was a burden to the silver haired boy, as he often acted as if he was bothered by her, even right up to when he finally broke up with her, giving her no reason aside from, "This isn't working."

Her body stiffened while she was in the older Mishima brother's arms, despite how wonderful they felt around her. She never even remember once when Kazuya had said anything to her, aside from the occasional hello as he would briskly leave the room to work or go out, and with little or no eye contact. She just assumed that every Mishima man was like that. Men of little words and incapable of conveying what they were feeling into actions or words. But this...

Kazuya pulled away, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you..." He completely pulled away, "I just remember how hard it was when our mother passed on. I wouldn't wish that on anyone." He frowned and turned away to open the door in front of them, then glanced back her as he entered. She followed quietly and for the first time in nearly a year, entered the grand home. Kazuya flicked on the lights

They were standing in the kitchen and breakfast area, but he led her out into the family room and offered her a seat on the couch. She nodded to thank him and sat down rather stiffly and properly. He sat on the opposite end of the couch from her.

"Now, this job..." Kazuya began quietly, turning fully to face Anna. "What is it?"

"Protection," was all she said, her hands on her lap. She was wringing them nervously, and she refused to look up at him.

"Okay..." Kazuya sighed and leaned back into his seat.

"I know, it sounds odd, but...I have reason to believe that someone's going to go after your family in the near future."

"Do you know who?"

"Yes." She lifted her head and gazed intently at Kazuya, "My sister."

The young man didn't reply and blinked at that answer. Anna smiled slightly at him, her hands now still and resting on her lap calmly. The older man frowned and sat up a bit to better eye her.

"Your sister," he repeated cynically. "Even if I did believe that, what would you be able to do about it?"

Anna frowned, "Plenty." She stood up in front of Kazuya and placed her hands on her hips. "I could even give you a demonstration, if you'd like, love."

Kazuya rested his cheek in his palm and looked up at the girl in front of him. He then thoughtfully clicked the roof of his mouth with his tongue and glanced away at the glass coffee table in the middle of the room. He looked back up at her, slightly amused.

"Not in here," he chuckled. As Kazuya stood up, Anna stepped back to make room for him. She crossed her arms and lifted a brow at her host. He managed a small grin and began to walk towards the garage exit again, turning to beckon the girl to follow. With a light sigh and her arms still crossed, Anna obeyed.

He led her out into the dark and through the garden to the dojo in the back. She had never been in there, even when dating Lee. That made her think it was something sacred to the family, or just something that Lee never felt needed to be shared with her. Or rather, something he didn't want to share with her. She looked the garden as they passed through it in wonder. Though the blossoms were closed, it was still a lovely sight, more serene and inspiring than she could had ever imagined, had only seen the statues and trees from afar and behind windows. The little cobble stone pathway that lead up to the dojo was lit up by small lamps protruding from the ground, tracing the sides of the way.

The inside of the dojo was faintly visible from the behind the huge glass walls that faced the garden. Anna squinted to try to see better inside as she and Kazuya strolled past there to the entrance of the building. The young man in front of her stopped when he reached the door.

"Have you ever been in here?" he asked quietly. She shook her head at him and placed her hands abdomen. "Really?" He lifted a brow, a bit surprised at that answer.

Anna smiled slightly, "I suppose I never had a reason to be here."

"Hmph," Kazuya frowned and opened the door.

Once inside, Kazuya led her into the middle of the room. She looked around. There was a large silkscreen partition that took up the back of the room of a beautifully painted tiger, surrounded by gold leaf clouds and black ink wash grass. The gold glinted from the moonlight that poured in from the huge windows. The floors were hardwood and smooth, and like the partition, light bounced off of the wooden floor panels and luminated the room softly. Anna looked up and noticed that Kazuya was taking off his shoes. She quickly followed his lead and slipped out of her shoes.

"This isn't much," he shrugged as he picked up his shoes and hers and moved them, setting them by the door.

"Isn't much?" Anna laughed, "This is much nicer than any of the places I've trained." As Kazuya stood back up, he lifted a brow. She noticed the look on Kazuya's face and sighed. "You're still having doubts, aren't you?"

"Of course."

Her grin grew, and she took stance as he approached her cautiously, her arms up to protect her chest, but still offensive in nature. As Kazuya took stance as well, Anna's breathing slowed and deepened despite the anticipation she had, and her shoulders bobbed up and down rhymetically with each breath. She could see the amusement on Kazuya's face in the pale lighting in the room as they carefully circled each other, both leery of attacking before the other.

Finally, Kazuya dropped his guard and sighed, "This is ridiculous--" He immediately found himself laying flat on his back, his chest tightening in pain. It took him a few seconds to realize that Anna had kicked him solidly in the chest as soon as he let his arms down. He attempted to sit up but was gently pushed back down by Anna's foot. She was now standing over him, her legs on either side of his body. Kazuya looked up, a bit unnerved that he was the one lying helpless on the floor. He turned his head away and let out a frustrated sigh.

As he looked back at Anna to say something, she daintily sat on his stomach and on her knees, her legs straddled around him. She rested both her palms on his chest and gazed down at Kazuya. Her face was completely different.

He had been used to seeing that timid, quiet face of Anna's that had often been afraid to make eye contact. But she was staring down at him, her hair hanging around her face and obscuring it a bit in shadow. He could make out her blue eyes, however, and how blankly they stared back at him. His lips parted slightly, and a long breath escaped, revealing the awe he had of her at the moment. Anna tilted her head to the side, eyes still fixated on the older Mishima brother pinned beneath her, her face still unreadable.

His hands slid up her thighs and rested firmly on her hips as he waited for her to do something. Anything. Anna let out a little chuckle at Kazuya, who still gazed up at her, his face now stony as well. Her hands snaked towards his neck, and carefully she began unbuttoning his shirt, then parted the flannel from his skin, exposing the scar on his well defined chest. Kazuya kept his eyes on the girl, doing a good job of hiding his pleasure of her finger lightly tracing the contours of the thick skin.

"How did you get this?" she asked in a low whisper. She felt his hands beginning to caress the outsides of her thighs then move to lift up the skirt of her dress. The feeling of his hands on her bare skin was wonderful, the roughness of his palms against her softness. Her face, though, didn't show that as she waited for an answer. His hands moved in towards the insides of her thighs, and he discovered that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her dress.

"My father..." his voice trailed as she slid one of her hands off of his chest and then behind her to his groin. Slowly, she unzipped the fly to his jeans and slipped it beneath the heavy cloth. His eyes closed as she began to deliberately and methodically stroke his half hard dick until it was fully erect. She then stretched and flattened herself out on top of him, guiding every inch of his length inside of her with her hand as she finally brought her face down to his.

Their lips never touched, however. He reopened his eyes to stare up in to Anna's icy gaze as she rocked up and down him. She was sitting upright again, and her hands were planted back on his chest. His hands moved again to her hips and clasped down to them as his own hips began ramming up between her legs in time with her body.

The entire time they made love, both were silent and detached. Their eyes never left each other, locked in a gaze that went from mutual fascination to hatred then to indifference as both of them came closer to climax. Anna threw back her head and let out a shaky gasp as her muscles tightened around Kazuya's hard on. At that moment, he wrapped his arms around her back, forcing her flat against him, and he managed to flip her around and was finally on top on her. He then continued to thrust in and out at of her at a maddening speed, his teeth clutched beneath the tight frown he still wore until he finally came.

He just sat up and leaned back on his good arm, resting his bandaged arm on one leg drawn to his chest; the other leg out stretched as he gazed numbly out the large windows. The moon had shifted, and the shadows had grown longer and more grotesque in form. When she opened the door, she turned her head towards him.

He didn't look back and simply stated, "We'll discuss how much you'll receive in pay later." She looked down, ashamed, and bowed out the door.

When she got home, Anna was surprised to see Nina sitting at the kitchen table with an empty bottle of scotch and a glass; she was still dressed nicely from that evening. The blonde's face was puffy and her eyes were rimmed with red from crying. She let out a shallow sigh at her sister, and her bottom lip quivered.

"Where...where were you?" Nina asked dryly, her voice cracking. The younger girl glanced down at her feet then back at her sister, not sure what to tell her. "I got all the messages you left around nine, and...." The blonde hunched over and began sobbing, "Where the fuck were you?"

Anna placed her hands on her stomach and gazed intently as her sister, "I had to take care of something." She was startled by how even her voice came out, though she was beginning to feel sick and lightheaded after what she had just done then the sudden reminder of losing her mother.

"What? Did you go off and fuck that little shit again?" Nina growled as she looked back up at the redhead. Anna's gaze dropped to her sister's hands, which were shaking violently. "He treated you like garbage, and you still go off and suck his cock like a whore! And then you just conveniently forget that you mother died and that your sister was trying like hell to find you." Nina hung her head and grabbed the sides of it. She sobbed again, "God, what the bloody hell is wrong with you, Anna?!"

"I wasn't with Lee at all tonight," Anna retorted, again, her voice was calm. "Besides, I tried to get a hold of you for hours from the hospital. I didn't think--"

"--No, you didn't think. You didn't think at all," Nina looked up, her face tear streaked.

The younger girl's face was still placid, and her hands stayed on her stomach, regardless at rage that her sister was throwing at her. This was perfect.

Anna had to work to keep from smiling at her sister's moment of weakness. For once, Nina had been the one waiting. For once, Nina had been the one in distress. Finally, the bitch knew what it was like, how painful it was waiting alone.

"If you weren't at Lee's, where were you?" Nina mumbled.

Anna calmly replied, "You're drunk, get some rest." She then walked past her grieving sister and towards her room. Nina shuddered as another fit of anger came over her, and she buried her face in her palms and wept.