Indigo Soul.
By Tekkenicus
Kazuya looked over the balcony at his office at the Mishima Zaibatsu, HIS
Zaibatsu, part of HIS Financial Empire. He now succeeded all his life goals. He
defeated and 'terminated' his father, Heihachi, he took over the Mishima
Zaibatsu and got his step-brother, the heir Heihachi chose, sent down from his
last post to being his secretary. He looked away from the various buildings on
the estate and looked up to the night sky, the stars twinkling and shining
bright, the full moon glowing like a giant fireball in the sky. He would never
think of the night sky in such a way again, but when he did, it was truly
something extraordinary.
'Beautiful' he thought.
The office was beautifully done already; after all, his father liked the arts as
much as himself, only that Heihachi's tastes were more in Sun-Tzu and various
other books on war and fighting. Kazuya's tastes were more melancholic. When he
wasn't reading 'Perfect Blue', he was reading various Western stories like
Stephen King, the Shakespeare Tragedies and strangely enough, 'Dracula' by Bram
Stoker, along with various books on the Occult. He wasn't reading anything at
the moment, for he was too busy reinventing the Zaibatsu to waste time reading.
When he defeated his father, the Zaibatsu, Empire & the mansion he was
brought up in should've gone to Lee, but Kazuya soon put a wrench in those cogs.
He destroyed his father's will and replaced it with a planted copy, with his
signature replacing Lee's. More or less, Lee was upset and disappointed, so
would Kazuya if he got sent down from the post of Vice CEO to Secretary. Kazuya
didn't spend long on sympathising; he closed the curtains to the balcony and sat
on his swivel chair at his hardwood desk. He put his feet up, brushed away the
identity bar with his father's name on into the waste-paper bin beside his
swivel chair and relaxed. Things could only get better, or so he thought…
A year and some months later…
To say Kazuya's regime was ruthless would be a major understatement. After
forging his way into ownership, he started to toughen up links with his father's
old 'associates'. He sent an assassination party to deal with his dear, demised,
father's friend, Richard Williams, he got into the animal smuggling ring, along
with drugs and firearms. Illegal was the new legal. Yet he didn't start any of
it. Heihachi was part of such businesses way before Kazuya was even concocted.
He never knew how his father took control, he never even heard of his
grandfather, Jinpachi, until he was 15 years old. He shrugged it off. He made
the Mishima Zaibatsu headline news around the world. He pressed a button and a
monitor appeared through the middle of his desk, the screen switched on and
revealed the headline news in the country his business was more widespread in.
America.
"The main news tonight," the newscaster said, "Kazuya Mishima,
head of the Mishima Financial Empire, has been acquitted over blackmail &
murder charges due to lack of evidence. A few months ago, Mr Mishima was charged
after the president of a rival corporation was found dead in his office. Bob
Green reports."
'Mr Mishima walked out from the courts today a free man. It only seemed like
yesterday when he was ordered to attend the courts. Hajime Nakamura, head of
Nakamura Steelworks, was found dead in his office, shot multiple times. Evidence
showed that he was in a vicious rivalry with the Mishima Zaibatsu and he and
Kazuya have had many board meetings, but the evidence was reported unreliable as
the recorded minutes of the meetings were proven to be fakes and, just today,
the judge dismissed the charge and acquitted Kazuya of all charges just as the
case was digging deeper into Kazuya's private affairs. Many people still smell
something fishy about the whole case, but there's nothing that can be done. This
is Bob Green, reporting from Tokyo.'
Kazuya remained stony-faced and switched off the monitor,
'Americans,' he thought, 'Always one step behind in the news…'
He was driven from his thoughts when his secretary, and stepbrother, Lee Chaolan,
suddenly entered the room, but without the usual mountains of forms, he carried
just one letter. The silver haired young man looked pale, but that was the whole
illusion of his ghostly looks. Kazuya looked up and saw his stepbrother place
the letter on his desk.
"And this is…"
"A letter," Lee panted, "From Otousan"
Kazuya raised an eyebrow; he picked up the letter and read it himself…
Kazuya.
Nice try, but it wasn't nice enough. Your pathetic attempt at my demise was
mediocre at best, and it wasn't even at best. You'd disappoint me, but I am used
to that after 28 years of disappointment from you. You won't believe this is
from me, but how about you send this down to MY ZAIBATSU's laboratories and get
MY STAFF to check it for MY FINGERPRINTS. I look forward to meeting you and
obtaining my vengeance.
Heihachi Mishima
Otousan
P.S: Find a bigger cliff next time.
"Don't worry yourself about such pathetic hoaxes Chaolan!" Kazuya
scolded Lee, "This is just some pathetic hoax."
"What about the signature?" Lee suggested, "It's exactly similar
to the ones on documents he signed before-"
"Enough!" Kazuya interrupted, "If you're that worried about it,
then take it to the labs and see what that Russian crackpot can do with
it."
Lee picked the letter back up and left the room, with a mixture of feelings.
Kazuya was back in what he liked the most, peaceful, tranquil, solitude.
Yet his thoughts were less than silent, his mind would soon
become a playground for the demon he dealed with, Demonis, the Violet Devil of
Death. He literally promised to give up his soul if Demonis could predict the
outcome of his fight all those months ago. On the good side, he'd keep his soul
for a bit longer, but the bad side burnt in his mind the most, 'daddy dearest'
was still alive! He banged both his fists on the desk and shot up from his
swivel chair.
"DAMMIT!" he cursed
But then, it wasn't set in stone. He had got a lot of mail that wasn't worth the
paper it was writ upon, maybe some sad individual with no life set him the
letter. Either way, he would know the results soon enough. He sighed and mopped
a stray hair back up into his slicked-back, black spike. He opened a drawer in
his desk and took out a file, named 'Cold Sleep Exp.'. In it were blueprints to
the recently built cryogenics apparatus drawn up by 'that Russian crackpot', Dr
Boskonovitch, and yet there were papers in the file based on objects that, on
first glance, had nothing to do with a cryogenics lab. These papers all pointed
towards either a Native American pendant or stories and legend about a
mysterious Aztec god. He took out a picture from the file, which was of a family
standing on the porch of their house. There was a Chinese man, of whom Kazuya
recognised as Bernard Chang, a Chinese-American who was killed by his father's
guards, and a woman holding a little baby in her arms. Kazuya didn't know this
woman, but she was wearing something around her neck that caught his eye…the
aforementioned pendant. He picked up the phone, dialled a number and held it up
to the side of his head…
"Yes Mishima-sama?" came a voice after 2 rings
"Is this General Pang?"
"Yes"
"Good. Now listen, I have a picture showing the person who has the pendant
I'm looking for," he explained
"Oh? Who is it of?"
"Check your fax."
"…Ah, I see..."
"I want you and some of your most trusted 'workers' to find this woman and
bring her to me."
"It will be done, Mishima-sama"
"It better be." Kazuya concluded and hung up the phone. Everything was
going according to plan…
