Strong arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders enveloping him in a warm embrace and silken lips pressed themselves to his throat.

Jin smiled faintly and leaned back enjoying the feel of security and protection he could only feel in these arms.

"What are you thinking?" Kaz asked softly kneeling beside his chair and cupped Jin’s chin turning his head to meet his child’s gaze.

"Oh..." Jin murmured lowering his gaze. "Nothing really. Just admiring how lovely a night it is."

Kazuya ran his thumb along Jin’s lower lip then lifted the finger.

"You’re bleeding, you’ve bitten it through…again." There was a sharp scolding edge to Kazuya’s voice and Jin pulled free of his grasp and stared at the floor.

"It will heal quickly, it always does." Jin replied. Kazuya sighed frustrated but he did not push the issue. The words were meaningless excuses, Jin did not want to frustrate his father, but he didn’t want to upset him with the truth either.

"I love you Jin, my greatest wish would be for someday you to love me back." Kazuya stated sadly.

Jin closed his eyes, why did his father’s words always make him want to cry? He raised a hand and gently cupped his father’s face.

"Give me time." He whispered before placing his lips to Kazuya’s.

Kazuya kissed him back with a fiery passion as if he was trying to kiss away all of Jin’s pain and fears.

Kazuya broke away gently and licked his lips. "Let’s go to bed."

Jin nodded in passive agreement, yet he could still taste the blood in his mouth.

Jin gave soft gasps and low appreciative moans to the kisses his father’s mouth burned along his flesh. Jin arched his body up receiving all the love that his father gave to him and denied him nothing in return. Jin writhed beneath his father as he was crushed by the flames of passion that scorched his body and mind. When both of their passions were surely sated Kazuya kissed his son long and lingering one last time and withdrew from his child and settled himself down into the curve of Jin’s shoulder.

Jin lay awake staring at the ceiling thinking about nothing and everything at once. He tried numerous times to pull some emotions, any emotions but it was all in vain. He could feel nothing, yet he could see everything and it cut like a knife. Yet when he looked at his father or was touched by him his heart ached in a way Jin never knew was possible. He wanted to be one with him. He who was so pained in life and had searched for refuge from his pain through hatred and rage. They were birds of a feather; there was no other person in this world to whom he could feel so at one with…his own father… They were the damned, the soulless ones. It was perfectly natural that they shared a bed in unholy passionate sin. Incest with his father was the sweetest of all taboos to break, and Jin wanted to break them all. He had found no shelter in the world created by a cruel god who had sent him nothing but pain, anguish and remorse. He had only achieved true strength and revenge by revealing the dark side of himself. Why abide by the rules of religion? He had his own religion now.

Yet the feeling of nothingness persisted and Jin felt he might go mad if he remained in this bed unable to do nothing but think.

Slowly he slipped from the bed careful not to awaken his father and quickly pulled on a pair of tight black leather pants and one of his father’s shirts of soft blue silk. The sleeves were a bit too long and the shirt was a bit too large, but it was his father’s. He chose to wear his father’s shirt to always feel he was close by. With all others he had loved in the past had perished or betrayed him Jin lived in constant fear of losing his father and had become codependent upon him. Smelling his by wearing his clothes and smelling his scent was one way to avert such traumas. Jin slipped on a pair of black boots and buckled them quickly before slipping out the open window unseen by all.

Jin breathed in the night air and smiled. Brazil the country where his father held the reigns of his organization, was a truly beautiful land. Jin had been surprised to find out there was a great Japanese population in the country. Apparently this was were many people had defected to from Japan in search of work and refuge. Shunned by the Japanese living in Japan these immigrants proudly declared themselves Brazilian. With the main languages spoken here being Japanese and Portuguese Jin was able to easily adapt himself to life here and felt very much at home. In the past two decades Brazil due to Japanese and American investment in importing and exporting goods had grown to become a global dominating force of industry in its resources and development. Yet despite all of this development there were still secluded areas like here where his father made their home that was untouched by economization. The dark lush jungles reminded him of the forest he had grown up in as a boy and frequently he would walk alone at night through them. Yet for some reason he varied from his usual routine and went down to the pier side where great ships docked in night and day bringing with them cargoes of illegal merchandise. Merchandise that was the backbone of Brazil’s economy and the strong point in Kazuya’s underground dealings.

Jin stared into the deep restless ocean; becoming so enthralled with the rolling waves that he didn’t sense someone had crept up behind him till it was too late. There was a bright searing flash of pain to the back of his head and then everything else was darkness.

"Eddy Gordo."

"That’s right." The handsome face of the Brazilian capoeria master swam into view.