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@quartarcade​​ asked; ❛  why are you here ?  ❜ (from Lee to Kazuya cause we both know that interaction's gonna be inevitable hiii)

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         For a moment, all the man wreathed in scars, blood, and darkness could do was stare as this frivolous peacock of a person emanating light strut onto the fighting scene waving and blowing kisses to the roaring crowd. Soft silver exchanged for metallic purple. Subtle but eye catching indigo traded for flamboyance screaming attention. Supposed foreigner tossing out English greetings, throwing roses into the roiling audience like it was all a grand performance on stage and not a grisly combat arena. Flash and glimmer — hallmarks of Chaolan — to cover up the reality underneath.

         How flagrant.

         Even back then, Kazuya could tell. A truth obvious to his discerning eyes. As soon as Chaolan wriggled an inch out from underneath their father's iron thumb and held some semblance of freedom, he'd explode into the frenzy of glamour and brilliance that living under Heihachi's shadow suppressed / darkened / forced him to hide. Exactly what happened after he stepped foot in America, after Kazuya thought he cast that horrible shadow from their lives back to hell where it belonged. Disengaging from the family name entirely seemed to open his brother's avenue into fully embracing the extravagance teeming underneath pale skin.

         The act paused, his presence noticed by the other finally, the revelation that he stood here and not burning in some god forsaken pit of magma arresting further movement. Why was he here - a genuine question or accusation ?  It'd be of no surprise if his brother nursed the same wish as their father, a hope that this monster stayed in his grave, that he’d never darken their doorways again.

         Red leather creased under curled fingers. Arms crossed, acid doused the look regarding Chaolan. Sneer curling the corner of the lip, Kazuya considered not acknowledging the words at all.

         ❝ Why are you here - and speaking English at that ?  Messing with your hair and putting on a show ?  You pretend like you haven’t lived here all your life ? ❞  Traces of quiet bitterness tinged the inquiries, overlaid with irritation.  ❝ I'm here to fight. If you intend to only show off for the crowd and not take this seriously, then get out of my way. ❞

         ( go back to whatever shiny rock you crawled out from / back to your life without me in it )