He didn't know how it had happened, it just did. He never knew that his heart was so vulnerable to a woman, and he couldn't believe that he was so weak as to have feelings for a pretty face...but he wasn't ashamed. First she was just another person that had accused him of some crime that he had committed, and then she became someone close to him. She was the only one besides his deceased mother whom he had some sort of emotional bond with. She brought light onto his barren soul where there was none, she had comforted him when no one was there, she had loved him when he thought he had no heart. She was his love, and now she is gone from him.
The first time he saw her, they were strangers. He was the head of the strongest empire in Japan and most feared fighter known to the world. She, an agent from a wildlife protection agency who was sent to investigate the corporation's suspected crime of smuggling endangered animals into the country. She was also one of the participants in the King of the Iron Fist tournament, the fighting competition that was held and sponsored by his corporation. Her name was Jun Kazama, a young Japanese woman who had come to discuss his matters dealing with Interpol and the WWWF.
He hadn't feared Interpol or the WWWF, and he felt almost agitated that a woman was sent to bother him. He had better things to do then to talk to an agent, and he was nearly annoyed by the WWWF, for it was nothing but a nuisance. For as long as he ruled the Mishima empire, the WWWF had been suspicious of his acts, and now, the agency had the nerve to bother him with its affairs. And the agency had actually had the idea that they could bring him to court. They were all just fools.
He had remembered the dismayed look on Jun's face when he didn't take the matter seriously and that she couldn't find any evidence, which was no surprise for him. But even though he despised the WWWF, Jun was an exception. She had still stood her ground, despite that she and the WWWF wouldn't be able to expose his crimes to the world. Her strong will was something rare in a woman, and she was determined to stand up for her beliefs.
He invited her to dinner, for he wanted to learn more of her. He was still drawn to her in a way, and he wanted to know exactly how strong her beliefs are. She still wanted to attempt to find proof, so she accepted his invitation.
That night, she came to his door dressed in her evening attire, and he led her to the dining room. When they were both seated, they began to start a conversation. They had talked about many things, even subjects that weren't business-related. He found her to be a polite person to talk to, and also, he had noticed her love for wildlife. She said that animals had emotions like any human being, and that they should be protected from the harms of the world.
He had listened, but he hadn't cared. To him, animals were nothing but mindless beasts who were only important for their fur and to provide food and other necessities for mankind. Why would Jun care so much for them? She would risk her life trying to save an insignificant, savage being, and yet she still loved these creatures. He had told her all of this, and he almost chuckled at the angry glare on her face, as if he was offending her. She said that they were being treated cruelly ever where around the world, and that they had rights like humans did. He was amused, seeing mixed emotions of anger and fear simultaneously in her brown eyes. And at this point he grabbed her wrist suddenly, but carefully, and she fell silent.
And it was at this point that he took a good look at her. She was a lovely young woman indeed. Her slender figure had given him chills of sensation down his neck, and her swaying bangs hung above those beautiful, almond brown eyes. She had the innocence of a young child, but her spirit was strong.
'Such a delicate, angelic creature...' he thought as he slowly lifted a hand onto her cheek, and as he ran it cautiously down to her neck, he knew Jun was trying to leave him, but she didn't want to go. She stood still, as if her feet were rooted to the floor. Her eyes now shined with innocence, pure and unwavering. As he stared into those eyes of innocence, thoughts started to take form in his mind. Evil thoughts. What if, someone came into her life and destroyed Jun's gentle heart once and for all? If someone can possess it in the palm of his hand, and control her, for nothing more than her body? If someone can hurt her, and shatter her innocence forever? What if, somebody can take away all that kindness and goodness that lives solely within her soul, and leave it empty just like his? She would be heartbroken. Her beautiful face would be stained forever from the tears that would stream down onto her cheeks from those deep brown eyes, that would consist of nothing but sorrow. Then she would know the exact pain of being alone that has tormented him for years, leeching off his own spirit. He wanted to be that someone, the man that breaks her heart. He wanted to see her harmed, and he knew just how to do it...
He didn't have to say words, for Jun was already under his control. He saw her stare dreamily into his eyes, as if she was living in a fantasy. He grinned from his easy task, and he drew her closer to him. Jun surrendered herself, and she met him in a sweet, tender kiss...and they had spent the night together in each other's embrace.
After that passionate night, Jun left in the morning, but not without kissing him good-bye. A few days after, she came back to his home. He invited her in, but he could tell that she was trying to tell him something. Her eyes weren't looking at his, they were weighed onto the floor. She was mumbling some inaudible words, but he was aware what she was attempting to say. She wanted their relationship to be over. She wanted everything between them to be forgotten. She just couldn't find the right words. She knew all of the horrible things that he had done in the past, and she thought that she couldn't live like this.
Instead of trying to listen to what she couldn't say, he lifted her chin up delicately with his forefinger and thumb. He could almost see tears in her eyes, and he wiped them away. He kissed her, and Jun didn't hesitate. Her lips locked with his, and a recreation of what happened a few nights ago started again.
That night, when their desires for each other were answered, they laid in his bed under the sheets. He watched her as she slept with unblinking eyes, and something strange had come over him.
He stared silently as she slept. Her rosy lips were closed, and her raven hair sprawled gracefully over her shoulder and against the curve of her cheek. He could hear the soft beating of her heart almost in rhythm with her soundless breath as she slumbered in tranquillity. She looked so peaceful sleeping, despite the evils that walked among mankind. Staring at her gave him a feeling of security in his own heart, and gave comfort to him. He then wrapped an arm around her, and he pulled her to him in the embrace they already knew so well. She then awoke, but not startled. She looked up at him, with those eyes of affection, and she snuggled up to him. He kissed her forehead, and he felt her silky lips touching his neck in a response. They then fell into a slumber, bonded in each other's arms.
What he felt that night wasn't familiar to him. It was something that he couldn't figure out. He wanted to tell her of this sensation, but he refrained from it for his own reasons. The more he thought about it, the more he didn't want to go along with his plan. In fact, if he wanted to break her heart, why does he even have feelings for Jun? He didn't even have to use seduction to draw her to him, she came to him. He suddenly didn't want to go according to his plan, he wanted Jun to stay with him. All of his life, he was treated cruelly and abused by his father. All his father had done was torture him, and violently beat him, and his foster brother was of no help either. He was rejected, and that's how he felt during his entire childhood. He was raised into believing that he was nothing but a useless human being, and he was brought up to also believe that no one would ever care for him. But when he was with Jun, that all changed. She gave him something that he never really felt before. She showered him with affection and love, something that he had never received. She was his. Her heart belonged to him. And he didn't want to let go of her. He wanted Jun to be with him forever. He didn't want to lose all the adoration and kindness that she gave to him. He wanted her to be his love forever. He didn't want her to leave him, not even after the tournament was over. He was in love with her, and he didn't want her to go.
They had spent almost all their time together. Jun would walk hand-in-hand with him in the nearby forest, and she would show him the beauty of the wilderness that he had tried to destroy. Sparrows would flutter to her, and she would hold them in her gentle hands. They in exchange, would sing a melodic tune for her, as if they adored her as much as he did. He and Jun would watch the dying rays of the setting sun spread out upon the calm waters of the quiet lake, and they would see the first twilight of the evening together.
He found his life to be peaceful now, and he was sure Jun felt the same way. He had been wanting to ask her to live with him when the tournament was over. What reason would she have to say no? They loved each other, and they would be happier than before when she would stay with him by his side. He could, without a doubt, provide both of them with anything they might ever need or want. And then, they would never have to fear about leaving each other. But his world was going to crash back down again, since he will be going on the verge of losing her.
He was training in his private dojo, obsessed with the thought of killing his father. The final match between them was to be held a few weeks from now, and thus he had been building more strength for the event. This fight would determine who would be the undisputed champion of the King of the Iron Fist tournament, and the president of the Mishima empire. So he had been pushing aside eating unless he had needed some energy, and he hadn't rested as much any longer. In fact, he was so busy training that he had even halted talking or seeing Jun.
He heard footsteps behind him, and upon knowing that someone was in his presence, he turned around to see who it was. Jun was standing near the entrance, watching him as he trained. She smiled sweetly, and he couldn't help but smile back. She approached him and he took her in an embrace. He could feel her fingers toying with his hair, and he caressed her cheek with a soft kiss, and she laid her head against his.
"You've been training quite hard Kazuya," she said.
"I need to in order to win. And when I do, I will continue to rule the empire...and then you will be by my side forever..." he whispered in her ear. He could hear Jun giggle faintly, and he felt her lips on his. "I would like that...to stay with you..." she said. Again he kissed her, and then went back to training. He pummeled the punching bag in the nearby corner, executing a string of fatal kicks and quick jabs that he had perfected over the years. The idea of defeating his father started to take over him again, and he started to progress his training, adding more strength to each attack.
"....Kazuya..." he heard Jun's soft voice call to him. "...is something troubling you?"
"Why do you ask that?" he retorted.
"You look so pale...are you all right?"
"I'm fine," he replied, and continued training. But Jun had approached him, a look of deep concern present within her eyes. He had paid no attention, and still resumed training. As he did, he felt her hands clasped lightly on his shoulders, and he felt them untying the knots in his upper back. He fell content as Jun massaged his back muscles that have grown weary from his strenuous training, and he began to feel relaxed.
"Tell me, why are you training so hard?" she questioned.
"I need to win this fight. It means everything to me," he responded simply. And he was telling the truth. He had wanted to kill his father to get rid of him and be free of the torment brought down upon him by none other than him. He was going to get what he deserves, and he wasn't going to get away for what he had done.
Jun had noticed the deep thought her love was in, and she placed a hand onto the deep scar on his chest. The scar was a dark streak that ran across his chest, anyone who had seen it could tell that it took a while for it to heal. When the scar was fresh, red blood had spilled from it, and if it had gotten any deeper, it would've revealed the chest bone. But this wasn't a mere mortal wound; this was something more than that. It was a memory, a memory of that horrid day in which he could've lost his life. A memory engraved onto his flesh and kept there ever since he was a child. Of course, the wound had healed, but his soul hadn't.
"I sense hatred coming from your heart, Kazuya," she said almost whispering. "I fear for you."
"And why is that?"
"Hatred leads to violence, and that doesn't solve anything. Violence only breeds more of the same, and it will lead to deeper waters. Kazuya, someone could get hurt."
"And that someone will be my father." he said. Jun held back a little, but she resumed talking.
"He has caused you much pain and suffering. But what good will it do if you gave him the same? It will only lead to chaos."
"I have trained all my life to defeat him, Jun. I will not let some sentimental woman like you get in the way of that!" Jun fell silent, and he could tell that she was hurt. He suddenly wanted her to go, because he felt that she would be harmed if she stayed any longer.
But Jun remained where she was, and he could feel her arms wrapping around him from behind. He again felt at ease.
"Please, give up this life of hatred before it is too late. Kazuya, I love you, and I don't want to see you troubled this way." She kissed him on his cheek, and he couldn't help but clasp her hand into his.
"You have known nothing but anger, which has caused a deep wound in your heart. You still have a chance to be happy and at peace...and you can leave the past that has brought you pain all your life behind you..." That was when something snapped inside of him. He grabbed Jun's wrist without warning, and his grip around it was unbearable.
"My life was a living hell to me, and I can't just forget about the past!" He then threw her onto the matted ground and glared down upon her.
"You wouldn't know how it's like! Weak-hearted fools such as yourself wouldn't even imagine what I've been through! What sense in your lovesick head of yours do you have to say those things?!" He didn't want to think much about that incident. It made him feel uncomfortable inside. But he could remember what drove Jun away from him.
There was more conflict between them. Although Jun hadn't once raised her voice, she was trying to stress a point to him and he knew it. She said that he could start all over again, and live a life of peace. He, on the other hand, was practically yelling at her. He argued that he wouldn't let his past behind him, and that he would do anything to kill his father. He didn't pay any attention to Jun's comforting words, in fact he forced himself not to hear them. He argued with her, he even slapped her...and he told her that he didn't love her. He said that she was too blinded to see that she was only being used for her body, and he couldn't tell if Jun was crying, because he demanded her to leave immediately. But he could have sworn he heard a few quiet sobs, but he didn't turn around to see her. That was the last time he saw her. It was the night before the last battle of the King of the Iron Fist. The last battle was to be held against him and his father. The match was going to take place tomorrow morning, and then he would finally get the revenge he wanted so much. A pact was made before the fight would take place. The winner would rule the Mishima empire and be known as the supreme victor of the tournament, and the loser would have his body pitched into an active volcano. But as much as he was looking forward to fighting his father, he also longed to see Jun again.
He hadn't heard a single word from her, but he wasn't surprised. After what he said to her, why would she talk to him? He hadn't seen her at all either. He thought that she might be in the crowds of spectators that watched the past fights of the tournaments in which he fought in. But when he had won his battle and scanned the crowds for Jun, she wasn't there, and his victory seemed almost bittersweet.
He suddenly wished that he hadn't told Jun that she didn't mean anything to him. The only reason he told her that he didn't loved her because he was afraid. He was afraid because he didn't know how to return Jun's love for him, and he wasn't at all familiar with having feelings for anyone either.
How can love be described as? There really was no definite meaning of it...even if one would look in the most accurate dictionary for it. Is it some sort of feeling of warmth and comfort two people have for each other in their hearts, or was it some blinding yet romantic emotion found only in novels and fairy tales? He really never gave it much thought, but Jun changed that. She gave him her heart without holding back and she had so much affection for him. He had received it, but he didn't know how to return it truthfully. He always thought that it was some sort of lust that would soon fade when she left, but if it was lust, why did his heart hurt so much? Lust was only temporary and it wouldn't last forever...but these feelings he has for Jun had still remained. He had wanted to see and hear her again...his heart would beat softly when he would think of her...what was this?
He then realized something that he thought would never happen to him. Even if he wanted to deny it, even if he didn't want to believe it, he knew that he couldn't destroy this wonderful, beautiful emotion. Kazuya Mishima was in love.