Emotionless Passion

*

Indentured Servitude

*

Lee stood in solitude outside the rear exit of the Mishima building, puffing on a cigarette. The day had been long and tiresome for him. Kazuya was always such a stern taskmaster. Heihachi was the same way, but Lee wasn’t Heihachi’s personal assistant…he was Kazuya’s. It was bittersweet, after all. His thoughts drifted about within his head like the last summer breeze, bittersweet and lonely to a certain extent.

His thoughts were interrupted, however, by the sound of a voice behind him.

"Lee, you twat! Don’t just stand there smoking that damned cigarette. Get over here and drive me to a restaurant!" Kazuya bellowed at the silver haired man. Kazuya never spoke softly; He always bellowed or shouted. Lee had become accustomed to this, since he had lived with the Mishima family since he was twelve years old.

Lee faced the ground. "Yes, Kazuya. Where do you intend to go, anyway?" He could never look his adoptive brother in the eye.

Kazuya grumbled. "I don’t really care. Just get me there in a hurry. I am starving." Lee felt Kazuya’s eyes staring through his entire being as they got into one of the Mishima family’s many limousines.

The car punched into gear and they drove to the most expensive restaurant in town. After all, the Mishima’s are the richest people in the world….

To be continued…