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Jun. 25th, 2021 at 3:25 AM
(I began writing this the summer before my senior year in high school. I never got around to finishing it and I'm unsure if I ever will. It would have been great and I hope so.)
Aside from the images, he decided to skim everything else, because already he felt his time wasted and he was annoyed by the fact that the WWWC just did not know when to quit their advances and ideas of arresting him. Amongst the skimming, he realized that there was something true written down at the bottom and the evidence to back it up was (as much as he refused to admit it) undeniably truthful. It was a photograph of their new experiment in progress by Doctor Boskonovitch. The data shown was last week’s progress of how what effects were tested and to what would happen if the science involved with the animal’s stimuli would malfunction if a certain chemical was placed inside. For the most part, the animal itself was unharmed in the traumatic sense, but images of the mammal’s head consisted of careful dissection and the brain was being carefully picked about as well. Though the image displayed a lot, the information written beside it did not bring him justice nonetheless.
Displayed here is one of the future experiments done by Doctor Boskonovitch under the orders of Kazuya Mishima. This kangaroo is undergoing an experiment to see if there is a possible chance that animals can react in a human manner and if there is a way for them to defend themselves not only on animal instincts, but in a more sophisticated and human one as well. This project has estimated to be due around the time the King of Iron Fist Tournament 2 starts. Whether it will be participating with the other combatants that will remain ambiguous.
Kazuya was not even listening to Jun even though she has been talking all the while he was reviewing the document that posed a threat to him. He knew that if he asked Ms. Kazama where she got her sources from, she would resist, answering around the question, as all the WWWC agents do. Why make this even more difficult than necessary? When he looked up, he realized that infuriating mocha eyes were glaring back at him. Just when he thought she was about to slap him right when she brought her hand up, she slammed it down on the documents he had in his hands and said, “Did you even heard a word I said?” He looked at her blankly and not the least intimidated of her, even though as a man, he couldn’t help but find her a sight to behold. Usually with his luck to find a woman attractive was when they’re furious. What a better way to stir the fire by fueling it a bit more? He was a professional in being an asshole outside of all of his illegal misdeeds.
“Yes, however by reading this,” he grabbed the rest of the manila folder and thumbed through her other evidence. “it would appear your sources seemed to have failed you, Ms. Kazama.” The CEO drawled, crossing his legs elegantly and propping them on the papers that the WWWC officer tried to get out of Kazuya’s hand. His shoes weren’t disgusting or anything, however, the places and areas he went today showed all over the papers.
Jun could sense how pompous he was being and this was slowly starting to piss her off even more. “They could be or you’re lying to me. You seem to lie well for a cunning businessman.” She finalized more to herself than stating the obvious to the man in front of her.
Kazuya shrugged nonchalantly all the while saying, “Believe what you want. Unless you have more proof to fuel your ambitions of bringing me down- which others have tried; I highly doubt you can keep up with these petty accusations.” He said in an even tone, sounding almost final. Jun stared at him and then grabbed the manila folder out of his hands and grabbed a document that Kazuya neglected to look at, or cared to read.
“Here, look at these.” Her voice was firm and quite demanding, meaning he was getting underneath her skin. The Mishima wondered how long it would be before he pushed all of her buttons that’s almost what makes him so successful. Knowing how to set people off and seeing their reactions to most things. Angering others was precisely the boost he needed to run the Zaibatsu, it made the job more interesting.
He grabbed the sheets of information and flipped through it, knowing full well what he was reading and skimming to save time, was nothing more than false information to a point or clearly bullshit made upon others sheer dislike of him. However, the few valid bits of info he did find, he pulled out whilst reclining in his chair, admiring it with interest. He heard the woman talking in the background, but it was about nothing that he had not already known about. So as rude as he was, he made no acknowledgeable reply or interest in her words but more so what he was holding. Even though, this beats the amount of times he heard his adoptive brother, Lee express his vanity. Sitting back down normally, he rested his elbow on the desk while his fist propped his head up a little and looked at her, a bored expression upon his features. Attempting to follow what she was saying.
“. . . Research has come to us and shown that you are trying to make an animal with human fighting qualities. . .”
‘So the fuck what?’ He thought, looking at his watch all the while. By putting up with her, he was wasting much of his time that he needed to catch up on work or better yet, somewhere else.
“Miss Kazama,” he pulled out one of the drawers underneath his desk, pulling a match from out of it. Striking it and tossing it into his trash can, burning whatever contents already inside, creating a decently sized flame. “your accusations wound a fragile man, such as myself.” Kazuya stood up and strode over to his trash can, bullshitting her and sometimes even himself.
“Fragile?! Excuse me, but-“
“Thus brings me to the conclusion that,” He brought the papers towards the trash can, a flame licked the corner tip of it which was slowly spreading.
“You wouldn’t dare!” Jun was in shock of this act and honestly did not know what to do if he continued on with it.
“Never say ‘wouldn’t’, Ms. Kazama, for I am a daring man.” And with that, he dropped the papers without any shame into the mini inferno that now was fueled with the papers dropped there; Jun’s mouth agape at the action that just occurred in front of her. Nothing could have made her even more outraged, the fact that they worked so hard on that information and accumulating that for the past seven months or the fact that he wasted it away without a care in the world.
“You devil. . . “ Her voice once feathery, now held an ominous almost mysterious tone to it before she looked up to see Kazuya’s lips curl into a sadistic smirk, the Devil quite literally seeping through his eyes; making scarlet red be noticed through his original brown eyes.
“Name calling already? Surely that’s not how your little organization interrogates others? No matter, that doesn’t change the fact your information is rendered useless.” His voice wasn’t particularly the same as it was before, it sounded almost manipulated by something within him.
Jun strode across to where the Mishima was and slapped him curtly across the face before turning around and getting on to the elevator. Turning back around to see Kazuya’s face once more, she noticed the aura around him; purple and black engulfed him, similar to the flames that were now dimming in the trash can. As the doors closed and she felt the shift of gravity pulling her down, she thought about it more.
Aside from the images, he decided to skim everything else, because already he felt his time wasted and he was annoyed by the fact that the WWWC just did not know when to quit their advances and ideas of arresting him. Amongst the skimming, he realized that there was something true written down at the bottom and the evidence to back it up was (as much as he refused to admit it) undeniably truthful. It was a photograph of their new experiment in progress by Doctor Boskonovitch. The data shown was last week’s progress of how what effects were tested and to what would happen if the science involved with the animal’s stimuli would malfunction if a certain chemical was placed inside. For the most part, the animal itself was unharmed in the traumatic sense, but images of the mammal’s head consisted of careful dissection and the brain was being carefully picked about as well. Though the image displayed a lot, the information written beside it did not bring him justice nonetheless.
Displayed here is one of the future experiments done by Doctor Boskonovitch under the orders of Kazuya Mishima. This kangaroo is undergoing an experiment to see if there is a possible chance that animals can react in a human manner and if there is a way for them to defend themselves not only on animal instincts, but in a more sophisticated and human one as well. This project has estimated to be due around the time the King of Iron Fist Tournament 2 starts. Whether it will be participating with the other combatants that will remain ambiguous.
Kazuya was not even listening to Jun even though she has been talking all the while he was reviewing the document that posed a threat to him. He knew that if he asked Ms. Kazama where she got her sources from, she would resist, answering around the question, as all the WWWC agents do. Why make this even more difficult than necessary? When he looked up, he realized that infuriating mocha eyes were glaring back at him. Just when he thought she was about to slap him right when she brought her hand up, she slammed it down on the documents he had in his hands and said, “Did you even heard a word I said?” He looked at her blankly and not the least intimidated of her, even though as a man, he couldn’t help but find her a sight to behold. Usually with his luck to find a woman attractive was when they’re furious. What a better way to stir the fire by fueling it a bit more? He was a professional in being an asshole outside of all of his illegal misdeeds.
“Yes, however by reading this,” he grabbed the rest of the manila folder and thumbed through her other evidence. “it would appear your sources seemed to have failed you, Ms. Kazama.” The CEO drawled, crossing his legs elegantly and propping them on the papers that the WWWC officer tried to get out of Kazuya’s hand. His shoes weren’t disgusting or anything, however, the places and areas he went today showed all over the papers.
Jun could sense how pompous he was being and this was slowly starting to piss her off even more. “They could be or you’re lying to me. You seem to lie well for a cunning businessman.” She finalized more to herself than stating the obvious to the man in front of her.
Kazuya shrugged nonchalantly all the while saying, “Believe what you want. Unless you have more proof to fuel your ambitions of bringing me down- which others have tried; I highly doubt you can keep up with these petty accusations.” He said in an even tone, sounding almost final. Jun stared at him and then grabbed the manila folder out of his hands and grabbed a document that Kazuya neglected to look at, or cared to read.
“Here, look at these.” Her voice was firm and quite demanding, meaning he was getting underneath her skin. The Mishima wondered how long it would be before he pushed all of her buttons that’s almost what makes him so successful. Knowing how to set people off and seeing their reactions to most things. Angering others was precisely the boost he needed to run the Zaibatsu, it made the job more interesting.
He grabbed the sheets of information and flipped through it, knowing full well what he was reading and skimming to save time, was nothing more than false information to a point or clearly bullshit made upon others sheer dislike of him. However, the few valid bits of info he did find, he pulled out whilst reclining in his chair, admiring it with interest. He heard the woman talking in the background, but it was about nothing that he had not already known about. So as rude as he was, he made no acknowledgeable reply or interest in her words but more so what he was holding. Even though, this beats the amount of times he heard his adoptive brother, Lee express his vanity. Sitting back down normally, he rested his elbow on the desk while his fist propped his head up a little and looked at her, a bored expression upon his features. Attempting to follow what she was saying.
“. . . Research has come to us and shown that you are trying to make an animal with human fighting qualities. . .”
‘So the fuck what?’ He thought, looking at his watch all the while. By putting up with her, he was wasting much of his time that he needed to catch up on work or better yet, somewhere else.
“Miss Kazama,” he pulled out one of the drawers underneath his desk, pulling a match from out of it. Striking it and tossing it into his trash can, burning whatever contents already inside, creating a decently sized flame. “your accusations wound a fragile man, such as myself.” Kazuya stood up and strode over to his trash can, bullshitting her and sometimes even himself.
“Fragile?! Excuse me, but-“
“Thus brings me to the conclusion that,” He brought the papers towards the trash can, a flame licked the corner tip of it which was slowly spreading.
“You wouldn’t dare!” Jun was in shock of this act and honestly did not know what to do if he continued on with it.
“Never say ‘wouldn’t’, Ms. Kazama, for I am a daring man.” And with that, he dropped the papers without any shame into the mini inferno that now was fueled with the papers dropped there; Jun’s mouth agape at the action that just occurred in front of her. Nothing could have made her even more outraged, the fact that they worked so hard on that information and accumulating that for the past seven months or the fact that he wasted it away without a care in the world.
“You devil. . . “ Her voice once feathery, now held an ominous almost mysterious tone to it before she looked up to see Kazuya’s lips curl into a sadistic smirk, the Devil quite literally seeping through his eyes; making scarlet red be noticed through his original brown eyes.
“Name calling already? Surely that’s not how your little organization interrogates others? No matter, that doesn’t change the fact your information is rendered useless.” His voice wasn’t particularly the same as it was before, it sounded almost manipulated by something within him.
Jun strode across to where the Mishima was and slapped him curtly across the face before turning around and getting on to the elevator. Turning back around to see Kazuya’s face once more, she noticed the aura around him; purple and black engulfed him, similar to the flames that were now dimming in the trash can. As the doors closed and she felt the shift of gravity pulling her down, she thought about it more.