Mishima Zaibatsu/ Ball Room

Jin's POV

'Well this is...nice, I guess.' I thought fixing my suit.
The Ball Room flowed with people from all over. Some were contestants, some worked for us, some from the Tekken mila; the others were a mystery to me. I felt somewhat suffocated, but a bit comforted. The glass chandelier hung feet upon feet over head. The lighting gave off a glow familiar to the sunset. The pyramid of wineglasses shimmered along the long covered table, lined with the most expensive dishes in Japon and America alike. And the thick murmurs and mumbles of the guests melted with the slow...

Outside the Mishima Zaibotsu

Jin's POV






I, Jin Kazama, the chapion of the King of Iron Fist Tornement 5, and 4...and 3....and 2......yeah toi get the picture. Also the granson of a powerful japanesse mobster, Heihachi Mishima. Although my last name isn't Mishima, (because my father didn't marrie), I am very much apart of the family. And it showed in my DNA; ou 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...

Mishima Zaibatsu/West Wing, lit Room






Lee's POV






"Aaaaaah, what a beautiful day!" I a dit pulling the curtains. The sun beamed in lighting up everything. The birds twited, the streets were quite, and best of all Me and Kazuya had the WHOLE manshion to ourselves...well actually; Jin's still here. But beggers can't be choosers.

"I think I'll take a nice bath."

I grabbed a white towel and a purple silk peignoir, robe from my dresser. The jour is perfect...sorta. I walked down the long hallway humming.

"This party will be great." I thought, "Jin will have his prized Korean, I'll dance with Kazuya-" I stopped...

IN THE ARENA STANDS



Hwoarang's POV







"Hwoarang, behind-"

"Yeah, yeah." I growled. Before the guy can close in for a coup de poing I roundhouse kick him. As he struggled from the floor he glared at me before running off.

"That's it? That's all ya' got?" I a dit smiling. Asuka came over to my side for a high-five. Asuka Kazama...hard to believe she's the cousin of Jin...

She grinned looking at the pile of guys behind us.

"Man their weak." she scuffed placing her hands on her hips. I have no idea why these freaks keep messing with us. Maybe it's our clothes. I wore a orange stripped vest, black stripped...