Outside the Mishima Zaibotsu

Jin's POV

I, Jin Kazama, the champion of the King of Iron Fist Tornement 5, and 4...and 3...and 2...yeah you get the picture. Also the grandson of a powerful japanesse mobster, Heihachi Mishima. Although my last name isn't Mishima, (because my father didn't marry), I am very much apart of the family. And it showed in my DNA; or what I call the Devil Gene.

At the front of the Mishima Zaibatsu gate I waited for my personal limousine. Since this was the last Tornement there'd sure to be a lot of fans, fan girls...or boys...

Today I deceided to wear my usual fighting clothes; black sweat pants with the white flame, no shirt, and my red white and blue gauntlets. I thought about dressing flashy for this but knew it wasn't nessessary. I sighed irritatingly leaning on the cool iron bars.

"It's still not here?" questioned a fimiliar voice.

I didn't bother turning to who was my adopted uncle; Lee Chaolon. "No." I replied bored like.

Lee huffed stepping to the curve, he revealed a pure-gold watch under his black gloves.

"I'm going to fire him." he said with a bit of a growl.

Then I turned abruptly to him, "Why?"

"Becuase he's late."

I scowled at him, "He just got the job- and your fireing him for being 2 mins late?"

Lee pouted and strolled over to my side leaning on the gate. It seems Lee is eager to get to the arena...(to bad I don't care). Lee wore his famouse purple vest with a net like T-shirt underneth, unessessarly tight brown-leather pants, and black and silver boots. Personally this is a ugly outfit; but he's the only one I know that can pull this off and look flamminglly sexy. I blushed when he flirtively blinked his eyes at me.

"Stop looking at me like that!" I mumbled looking at the stone pavment.

"Awww, how cute Jinny-chan!" Lee giggled motherly pinching my cheeks. I felt my face go numb. I slapped his hand rubbing my sore cheeks.

Lee wimpered, "You meanny!" he stuck out his tounge.

"Don't call me that!" I growled.

I hate that pet name! One time Xioayu repeated it to Hwoarang- GOD HOW HE LAUGHED! I felt my face burn up, either from emberessment or anger.

Almost like on que, the limo pulled up. I waisted no time climbing into the back seat; Lee followed shortly.

The ride was smooth and somewhat peacful. Proping my chin with my palm I stared out the window. Numerus buildings surounded and it was hard for me to enjoy the orangy-cream sky. Why the meeting was so late in the afternoon was beyond me. Then I heard Lee break the silence.

"Are you listening?" he hissed at me. I looked at him in confussion; apparentlly I was blocking him out.

Lee sighed and repeated, "Are you going to the Mishima Luncheon Party?"

I had to scowl at him for that. "No." I said coldly. There's no reason for me to go to a party to congradulate fighters that gave their all. Lee seemed hurt by my answer. "Then your Lovely Koren will be unhappy-" I gasped and said 'c***' because I never told my feelings to Lee about my ex rival, Hwoarang. Lee laughed evilly crossing his legs, "Xiaoyu told me.' he seemed pleased. Xiaoyu is a good friend- but she can't keep a secret! I burried my face in my hands wishing to get out of this car.

Lee patted my back, "Don't worry, I won't tell your Dad if you give me ALL the details." he chuckled.

I glared at him with my face burning, "WHY DID MY GRANDFATHER ADOPT YOU!" Lee shrugged causually. When we finally reached the building I refused to glance at Lee.

"Have a nice day!" glimmed the driver.

"You to, because your fired." Lee said walking away.

"WHAT!"

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