Night was upon the Tekken Tournament. A bitter wind rose from the south bringing ominous clouds and dark rain. Blue flashes of lightning that struck with intensity silhouetted her pale body against the darkness of the night. She stood tall, hands clasped together at her waist, her arms resting gently on her slender hips. She stood in the rain, letting the cool droplets skim down her body, trying to cleanse her of what remorse she felt towards him. Her chest rose and fell in gentle waves, breathing calmly. Her hair clung to the sides of her face, framing the soft contours of her flushed cheeks. Her tightly closed eyes opened finally. Dark orbs glowed beneath the shadowed moon, sparkling gently from the rain. Or was it from her tears?

 

She had known somewhere inside her that she would not be able to get through to him, not by just talking to him. Yet, her mind still hoped that he'd come to her and ask her for help. She had to find a way to make him see that he was good and that what was done in the past had to be forgiven. A saddened emotion waved heavily on her heart. No mortal, no matter how strong or disciplined, should have lived a life of pain and fear and knowing that fate would have forsaken him. Yet, Kazuya suffered. She saw this, and he knew she saw this. Maybe that was his weakness - understanding.

She sighed, and walked back into her room. The water that dripped from her body left her chilled and feeling empty. Maybe it wasn't the water.

 

~~++~~

 

Kazuya watched her from his gardens. One of the simplest humans he'd known to come; yet her mind was an intricate puzzle he found himself longing to solve. She had come here to arrest him, yet save him at the same time. What did she really want? She was beautiful to watch as her body held still as the rain slithered down her creamy skin. To his surprise, he had found himself wondering what it would be like to mold his body against hers, to touch her, to feel her. He sighed and ran a hand through his glistening hair. The rain failed to give him the peace it had been so kind as to bestow upon his obsession. Was that what she was now? An obsession? An infatuation? He shook his head. Everything had been so simple before his battle with her. He would hold the tournament, defeating anyone who stood in his way. Once it was his father's turn, he'd make Heihachi suffer like he had done to him as a child. But now she was part of it. She knew of the devil force inside him and was trying to stop him from attaining what he craved for the most. Revenge!

 

"Sleep well my mysterious Jun. Tomorrow may hold a few surprises," he whispered.

With that, he turned and walked back. Footsteps echoed on the brick floor, but Kazuya's feet barely made a sound against the water that plundered the ground. He turned sharply, hidden from sight by a wall shrub, waiting for his follower to make an appearance. Whomever it was that was following him hurried their steps and turned the corner sharply. He grabbed the hooded assailant by the throat, blocking any flow of air. His heel pressed against the back of their knee, forcing them to the ground. A heartbeat went by before he realized whom it was. With a menacing laugh, he let the hooded follower go. The being rose slowly, removing the hood from their face.

 

"Anna Williams. Is that how you plan to protect me? I'm beginning to think I should look for more…appropriate…help," Kazuya smiled.

 

"Aye, but you knew I was there all along sir," she replied in a thick Irish accent. "Besides, this place is evil. What man in his right mind would dare to harm ya in the confines of your own home?"

 

He raised an ebony eyebrow at her. "There are plenty who'd do so."

 

"Mr. Mishima, I can guarantee no one will attack you."

 

"Should I be pleased?"

 

She ignored his comment, and followed obediently as he continued to walk. "I have many other talents besides me fighting skill. Would you like to require the use of any of them this eve?"

 

Kazuya smirked. Yes, she was very appealing. She was a radiant brunette with flawless skin. The swell of her large breasts bounced with every step she took, and her ass was tight and round. Her arms and legs were toned, and the thought of forcing her into submission did appeal to his much other needed senses, yet he would decline. Her job was to protect him from assassins, and catching her off guard did not make him happy.

 

"My dear Anna, you were hired to protect me, not fuck me," he replied. "I suggest you stick to your job at hand."

 

"Aye sir! Since you have your Tekkenshu forces, may I be relieved of me later duties?" she inquired, her pride hurt.

 

"Yes Anna. You may be relieved."

 

Kazuya made his way back inside, leaving a wounded Anna in the rain. She tugged her hood back on and made her way to the opposite side of the grand home. If she was not going to get what she needed here, there were always others who were willing to provide.

 

~~++~~

 

Anna moaned as Lee pushed into her once again. His hands squeezed her breasts as his thumbs rolled over her erect nipples. She was quite the screamer, he had soon found. Her wrists were bound tightly to the posts of his bed, her skin red from pulling on the cloth too tightly. Her legs were wrapped securely around his waist as he continued his thrusts of pleasure. Her hips rose up to meet every one of his plummets of power. She cried out again as he twisted one of her nipples. She was getting so close to her release. He stopped mid-stride and brought his hands down to her waist. She groaned at the stop of his fluid motion, opening her eyes, pleading with him to continue.

 

"No…don't…don't stop," she huffed.

 

"Are you going to help me?" Lee asked.

 

"But…he's…he's your brother. Why?" she replied, trying to force her hips up.

 

"Half-brother. And to restore my honor," he spat, forcing her hips down.

 

"Honor?" she huffed.

 

"If I take over Mishima Corporations, everyone will see what great power I have. I want that. Give me what I desire Anna, and I'll be able to make all your wishes come true."'

 

She was silent.

 

"You're very desirable Anna," he continued, dragging his tongue over the velvety peak of her breast. "You deserve to have everything."

 

His mouth covered her breast. She felt his tongue slide against her milky flesh. His teeth nipped at her peak, gently nibbling at the hardened nub. Anna sucked in a breath, trying to keep from calling out. Her arms yanked against the restraints, only harming the abrasions. He moved to the center of her chest, his hot breath coming in rivets against her own heated skin.

 

"You're so beautiful Anna. And you feel so good. Help me!" he goaded.

 

She was breathless. Lee sensed he was getting nowhere with this. He sat up, and slowly withdrew himself from her. He stopped and gripped her hips tightly. With all the force he had, he thrusted into her. Her scream of pleasure froze in her throat, and her body stiffened around his member. Lee paid little mind and kept pounding his eager organ into her tight body. Anna blinked a few times before her voice gave way. Her screams matched the thunder that rolled from the disastrous sky. Was it a sin to feel this much pleasure? Anna felt her muscles tighten. Stars began flashing in front of her eyes and she was vaguely aware she was screaming his name. Her body collapsed beneath him as her orgasm faded.

 

Lee knew she was spent, but he was yet to be satisfied. He kept riding her, hard, never minding the pain she might feel. His hands reached up and continued to play with her breasts, twisting and squeezing too hard for comfort, almost paying her back for her lack of respect to him. He knew Anna was worn out, yet he forced her to feel yet another orgasm. Her body beat against him as her tired voice called out again. Feeling her muscles tighten around him finally brought Lee to his orgasm. His fingers dug into her hips, as he called out for her. Anna jumped as she felt his seed shoot into her. Lee collapsed on her chest, breathing heavily.

 

He remained inside of her for a moment longer, allowing himself to completely soften. He removed himself, and lazily untied her wrists. They fell weakly against the bed sheets, as Anna failed to register that they had, in fact, been released. She sighed heavily, trying to come down from her high, as she watched Lee's frame from the corner of her eye. He was on his side, head propped up by his elbow, sweaty silver hair hung limp in his fingers. He glided a heated finger across the curvature of her breast, a coy smile gracing his pale face. After what seemed to be forever, he finally spoke in his smooth alluring voice.

 

"Do this for me Anna…and I'll promise you more pleasurable things than this."

 

"I am a servant to the Mishima family, Lee. You are no exception."

 

Lee smiled. "Then you'll help me."

 

"Aye, sir. You'll have your honor and power…and I'll have my everything"

 

Lee grinned eerily, pulling his body over her and mounting her again. He wasn't nearly finished with her.

 

~~++~~

 

Kazuya slammed the doors to his room, sealing them tightly. His eyes, adjusted as well as they could, were encased in the darkness of the room. No windows were open to reveal whatever light was present outside, but his memory served him well as he made his way across his large room to fall against the silk sheets of his canopy bed. He tore his shirt from his body, and gingerly felt the scar that traveled the length of his mighty chest. It felt so different from the rest of him. His normal skin was soft, like fine silk, but the scar was unusual. The edges were hard, rough and jagged, as if they were burned. The expanse of his scar was tender and felt like a second layer of skin. It wasn't soft to touch, but felt more like wax, making him feel fake. How many youthful nights had he hoped that it was? How many nights had he tried to reason with himself that his father was not cruel, but only trying to protect him from the harsh world? He always saw that fateful afternoon.

His father had become angry with him, yet he did not know why. Heihachi claimed he was weak and was no son of his. Mishimas were never weak. Heihachi took him by the collar, carrying him as if he were nothing more than mere air. He hung his small body over the edge of the cliff, his feet dangling on nothing. He begged his father to replace him back on the earth. He screamed that this was not right. His father only laughed and mocked his crying words. His eyes became intense, staring his son dead in the eye.

 

"If you are really my son, you'll climb back up."

 

Kazuya screamed as his father released him into the dark abyss below.

 

Kazuya sat up and screamed. His breathing became uneven and his body was covered in sweat. He took in his surroundings; a candle was lit on his bed stand, and he was tucked into his bed. He didn't remember lighting the candle nor falling asleep. He tore himself from the suffocating blankets and made his way into the mirror. All he could see was an outline of his body, until a bolt of lightning lit his grim room, flashing his reflection back at him.

 

Kazuya's eyes widened as he saw a devil looking back at him with a grin. Gritting his teeth he yelled and punched his fist through the mirror.