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Yours Till Dawn	By : Yaoichi Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 4366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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With truncated content codes, I'll just add this for information here:
Anal, Angst, BDSM (mild), Language, Lemon, Oral, Violence, Yaoi, WIP
Author's Note: Obviously, I don't own Jin or Hwoarang - and even though they should belong to each other, they really belong to Namco. If you haven't already, go buy a Tekken game and see them in action! Feedback very welcome.
Thanks to Chlover and Rafaelle for their help with betaing!
This story was written for the most part in 2005 when I was completely new to this. I'm editing as I post, trying to fix it up a bit.
Note about floors: When I say "first floor", I mean one level up from ground level. I know that some people call this first floor and some people call this second floor; well, now you know what I mean.
Notation: "" obviously represent dialogue, // inner dialogue, and italics denote thoughts. ** denotes change of scene (used when it feels natural), and *** *** *** denotes a change of perspective.
Alright, enough with the rambling, on with the show.
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"Key to my room, please."

The woman behind the counter looked up at the spiky-haired youngster, blinked, and smiled. "Sure. May I have your name, sir?"

"Kazama Jin." The man wasn't used to being upfront with that information, but there was no turning back now. The receptionist was hardly the cause of his fears. And those who were would in all likelihood already be aware of his presence.

Efficiently, papers were turned, lists were read, and after a few moments an index finger found the right line. "Let me see... yes. A room that has a view even. Congratulations. Here's your key. It's room 16 - that's on the first floor."

With a respectful yet quick bow, the young Japanese accepted the key with his right hand. "You have my thanks."

Walking briskly over to the staircase, Jin began the ascension. The time of The King of the Iron Fist Tournament 5 had come, and the reigning champion had just arrived. Would he be backstabbed again? Jin thought so. Among the Mishima family traits, trustworthiness and fair play ranked rock bottom. Greed, power and the hunger for said power, though...

The young man sighed. Unlocking and opening the door, he surveyed the room in which he'd be staying for the coming time. Or rooms, as it appeared. Heihachi had apparently been generous with him this time, giving him a two-room apartment with an enormous roof-to-floor window in one corner. He could watch the boats come and go, and the leaves falling in the nearby forest. The bed looked great too, albeit more than large enough for two. Jin found this somewhat odd, as his grandfather didn't exactly have a history of generosity towards him.

After worrying for a couple of seconds, he attempted to shrug it off; it wasn't like he'd be any safer in a smaller interior room anyway. Still, he hated everything about the old man. Receiving more than strictly necessary was a bit painful - he couldn't cope with some sort of debt to Heihachi Mishima. A faint hope passed through his mind: Maybe there was gratitude in that twisted mind after all? A moment later, he rolled his eyes at himself. Sparing the life of that man would bring nothing good. Yet that was what he had done.

Jin sighed again.

Checking into the smaller room, Jin quickly became quite impressed with the style. The room had a hand carved desk with a stylish wooden chair that matched perfectly. Picturing himself at the table brought back memories from Mishima Polytechnic. Or, more precisely, all the long evenings to finish up homework after his training. He had enjoyed those precious hours alone, away from all the ruckus. Still, he caught himself wishing he'd have had a desk like this back then, forcing a dry smile onto his face. He shook his head at the thought.

Should he become tired of working, there was a large, black recliner at the other side of the room, with a reading table next to it. He figured it wouldn't be overly difficult to fall asleep in that one, despite not exactly being known to sleep anywhere. However, one thing about this room puzzled him. There was no window on the far wall, even though from what Jin could gather, that wall would be exterior. Instead, it was covered with cupboards, whereas the other walls were glaringly naked, barring the painting over the desk. At least this provided more than enough space for clothes.

Walking back through the wooden door separating the two rooms, Jin's eyes rested on the glaring wound of the main room. An over-sized, worn blue plush sofa reigned supreme at the middle of the floor, and Jin caught himself wondering how it was possible that someone who arranged the rest of the furniture would let anyone this tasteless anywhere near the apartment. Oh well. The jolly of large organizations, he mused. No responsibility beyond your immediate task.

Still, that particular employee of the Zaibatsu would probably do better as an ice-cream salesman.

Jin retrieved one of his bags and left it on the sofa. Starting with pulling out two china plates, he had soon arranged the table for a meal. A little later, he'd have to do some shopping - several of the ingredients he needed were vastly better fresh, so he hadn't brought them. Bringing the bag to the smaller room, he opened it on the desk. When he had started unpacking his clothes, a familiar yet unwelcome voice rang out inside his head.

//Ahhhh... reunited again. What a wonderful day!//

The voice had been there for the last two years, since the third tournament. It certainly hadn't given him much of a break lately compared to earlier, so Jin found this approach rather odd. //I didn't know you were gone.//

//I wasn't talking about us. Your father is here. This time, you'll defeat him.//

Jin didn't doubt that he could. Kazuya Mishima was a feared man for good reason; evil and cruelty flowed through that body strongly enough that it'd take a fool not to notice and shy away in time. His father's reign of the Zaibatsu had been a rather short one, but still, it seemed that a good amount of its bad deeds stemmed from exactly that period. Certainly not a man you'd want for your enemy, but in a tournament like this, organised by someone at least as hostile to Kazuya as to himself, was different. Jin was actually slightly disappointed with his father's fighting skill. Although the man had the most intense presence he had ever encountered, he hadn't had much difficulty winning fights against him at the tournaments. However, that was not even on the agenda this time. //Don't get your hopes up.//

//Why? I can taste death and destruction at the tip of my tongue. Just like last month!//

Jin squirmed. Why did it always have to remind him of that? He didn't want to be like his ancestors. His father would probably smile at such a reference.... a cold, unfeeling smirk that could send shivers down your spine. //I'm not going to take part in that, I'm afraid.//

//Don't worry. I'll make sure you do. This time, you will kill the lot of them. Can't you sense my power has grown since last time? I'll turn you into a form more of my liking. When your tattoos appear, it will be too late. Your fangs and talons will rip them apart. Then, your dark wings will spread, and hellfire will shoot out of your forehead. I can sense your infernal eyes scouting for anyone who'd stand in your way. Ah... this is the time for us to become one.//

It was starting to get to him, and Jin could feel it. He unpacked his clothes faster, trying to take his mind off the prospects the voice was painting. He didn't know what it was after; that was usually quite hard to tell. However, it felt like a threat, one that deserved to be thrown back. //If you try, I will have to destroy you.//

//Jin, you are weaker than I. You cannot destroy me.//

He stopped for a moment and shivered, determined not to let its plans come through. However, the certainty with which it spoke unnerved him a little. Was it right? He was unsure. Even if it was, he wouldn't cave. He hated his family, he hated the evil within him, and no matter what he would never become what his ancestors had become. With a deep breath, he responded with defiance. //Then I will take my life.//

//No, I won't let anyone kill you. Not even yourself. If you try, you'll wake up the day after, having devastated this location. Is that what you want?//

How would it prevent him? He didn't want to raise the issue. Although it was an easy argument to make, and a decision he had thought through for years, the subject made him uneasy. The prospect of causing devastation only added to that. Perhaps this was not the time to push things. //No...//

//Jin, call on me when you need me. It's all I ask.//

//I don't need you.// Jin responded instantly, the idea was too ridiculous to leave hanging. For him to need that evil spirit's machinations? No, he wasn't like them. He wasn't a Mishima. Firmly focusing on his mother and her teachings, he found firm ground in his identity. A Kazama didn't run errands for the devil.

//Maybe you don't need me now. You've needed me before, and you'll need me again.//

Blurry images of his grandfather lying mauled on the floor danced in front of his eyes. He had no recollection of the events, but knew from the black hole in his memories that something happened, and the visions were as likely a story as anything else. Silently, he tensed up, as his entire body united in disgusted rejection. //No!//

//I saved your life.//

So it said, and Jin had little reason to doubt it. After all, whatever happened should have had death as the consequence. Somehow he was still alive, and he knew an argument about who was behind that was an argument he'd lose. After an awkward silence, Jin started walking back to the door, retrieving the other bag to start unpacking it. With a loud inhale, he reminded the voice of an aspect it had let out. //I didn't ask you to.//

//... and then, I saved your life again.//

//I didn't ask you to.// Yes, it may well have done it twice. So what? The same did still apply. He had never requested its help, and would not let it get its way. It was hard to understand why it was still so persistent. Why couldn't it see what a hopeless endeavour it had undertaken?

//Jin, why do you hate me?//

'Where do I even start....' Jin took a few seconds to pull his mind together, then started. //You are evil, and you are within me. You cause me to... to...// The seemingly endless regale stopped a lot faster than he had expected, and it immediately seized the opportunity to break him off.

//Cause you to what? Kill those who would kill you? Why is that so bad?//

//Who was there to kill in Yakushima?// Jin wished he could retract the question as soon as he had asked it. He feared the possibilities, and he certainly didn't feel like showing this much of an interest. Yakushima, the desolate place at which he had been brought up, was important to him in many respects; all the more painful for him that he had devastated large parts of the location earlier in the month. If only there was a reason that made it all seem better...

//I'd rather you didn't know.//

Well, that makes two of us, then. Still, when we're already this far... //My... mother? Did you -//

//Jin, I did not do anything to your mother. I loved your mother. Toshin killed her. You know he did. Did you know... you freed her from him with my help, two years ago?//

Jin's heart jumped. This certainly broke off from the usual development. It mostly stuck to the topic of death, with the occasional detour to pain, suffering and cruelty. In the face of this new topic, he found himself unable to fling an argument in its face. //Freed... what?//

//When you defeated Toshin, you freed her soul. In fact, you also freed someone's soul who is still alive, and at this very tournament. Why are you not proud?//

Some people say that flattery will get you anywhere, but Jin felt strong resolve not to make that apply. This sounded like a great cause and something he'd really like to be true. However, the whole thing was rather vague; what on earth was it on about? //I don't believe you.//

//Jin... Toshin came six years ago, he killed her, and he took her soul. From that moment, she was gone. After you defeated Toshin in the tournament, and freed the captured souls, she's been with you in spirit. Don't claim you haven't noticed. You talk to her, you know that I know that.//

Not a breath was heard as Jin lowered his head. Apart from the references to souls, he knew this was correct. Could there be something to it? Had that voice within him caused him to do something important and good? //I... I...//

//You judge me, yet you do not know me. You are being unfair. Is that what you want to be?//

The accusation struck him like lightning. His mother had always concentrated on that. Be fair. Fairness and good will. Two important tenets of the Kazama philosophy. It couldn't be meant to apply to an evil spirit residing within you, could it? Still, he knew the answer. //No, I...//

//Then don't curse me. Don't hate me for no reason.//

No good retort came to mind, and he lashed out with the first thing that came to mind. //You let him kill her!//

//No, Jin, that is not true. Your grandfather let him kill her. He threw your father into a volcano. If he was with her, he would have saved her. But he wasn't. And that is not my fault.//

'Great. So now I'm unfair, and a liar to top it off?' Jin sighed in resignation, deciding to let it talk. //Where were you?//

//I was still with your father. In fact, I tried to join with you already on the very night Heihachi committed that graceless deed. But your mother fought me, and I was forced to return. I would have protected her, you know, if she would have let me.//

'The devil? Protect? Now there's a novel concept.' The whole thing was far-fetched enough that Jin had an easy time dismissing the entire thing. He snorted, and responded spitefully. //I do not believe you. You are an evil soul, feasting on death and destruction.//

//You say that as if it is a bad thing.//

//To me, it is!// He started to wonder why he even bothered. Did it never learn anything about him? But then again, it was hardly Jin that started these conversations...

//To you, killing those who shoot you is a bad thing? Killing Toshin's physical form was a bad thing?//

Jin wondered where it expected to get with this. It should know better than to think he'd embrace death and destruction. No matter how slow it was to pick up patterns, it couldn't possibly be that imperceptive? And what was worse... //You feed on it!//

//So what if I do? Answer my question. Was killing Ogre a bad thing?//

He sighed. //No, but...//

//What is the problem? I protect you. You get in conflict with evil souls, and kill them. I take them. Seems to me, everybody wins.//

//You... take them?// It had broken him off with determination, and Jin let it move on while he tried to come to terms with the situation. Starting to realise just how much it was getting its way already, without him even really noticing.

//Of course I do. Are you surprised?//

//No.// The feeling of guilt washed over him, when he realised how obvious this was. 'So that's what is my mission in life nowadays', he remarked sarcastically to himself. It wasn't what he wanted, it wasn't who he was. This all had to stop.

//What souls are we here for this time, Jin?//

Jin had finished unpacking his clothes, and absent-mindedly went back to the larger room. This dialogue had gone on for long enough; it was time to set the record straight. //We're not here for souls!//

//Then why are you here? The tournament is for your family's large conglomerate. You've won twice. You don't seem to be interested in it.//

//I'm not.//

//What brings you to return for more violence, anger and killing, then?//

'It's not getting it, is it?' Jin walked over to the large window, ignoring the voice for a moment. He watched a large, dark grey ship approach. Perhaps more entrants for the tournament. Perhaps nothing to do with it at all. Letting his eyes drift over the passengers, he couldn't recognize anyone. Not too surprising; only a few people were familiar enough for him to recognise their silhouette in the distance. It only took a moment until he realised he was really hoping to see his mother. He grimaced, feeling empty and lonely inside. This fight was a hard one to win alone...

Despite his martial arts training having taken up most of his life so far, he didn't like the idea of actually fighting in this tournament. There had been enough of that already, and being aware of the results of it made him more determined. //This time there won't be any violence.//

//Don't make me laugh. I can sense you don't like my laughter.//

The young man cringed at the thought. There were few things he disliked more than that hideous sound. //You got that right.// He hoped it wasn't going to push the subject as long as he admitted that. It'd have to know it wouldn't get anywhere with it in either case, right? Then again... it was used to get its way in a subtle way. He'd have to watch his step closely.

//So, I ask again, why are you here?//

Smiling weakly to himself, Jin lifted his head. //To confess my true love.//

//Hardy har har.//
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