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Yours Till Dawn	By : Yaoichi Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 4366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Having bought what he needed, Jin was back in his room working on the dinner. He didn't really measure up exactly; just like his mother's, his cooking was completely based on hunch. So far, it had worked quite well, too. The dinner preparation was interrupted by advice on said cooking.

//A bit more sake would do well, to be sure it isn't too sweet.//

Jin smiled to himself. He loved that voice. Even when it was criticising his cooking; that's one of the things mothers do, after all. Having been four years without her, thinking he would never hear her voice again, made him treasure every second of it. //Certainly, mother.// Adding a little more sake to the sauce, he stirred slowly, waiting for her to get to the point. It only took a short while until her voice again resounded in his head.

//Good luck tonight, Jin.//

//Thank you.//

//It will work out. I know it will.//

A reluctant smile reached his face, as he imagined his mother standing in front of him, with her hand on his shoulder. //I wish I had as much confidence as you in that.//

//Be brave, Jin. I have faith in you. Your love is strong enough to beat the devil. Just don't be afraid of the stakes. Put on the line what needs to be put on the line. I'll be there.//

Jin just nodded in silent agreement, with a burning desire to prove her right.

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A good hour of exercising later, Hwoarang was already heading for his room again. Passing the entrance area, he decided to check on the food stand to get an evening meal, but there were three people queued up already. 'Meh, I don't have patience for that. I'll grab a bag of chips or something...'

Walking down the hallway, he noticed a hooded figure, barely visible in the shadows near his room. 'Couldn't wait till the morning, could ya? Well, I'm all for it. I don't want to get up a fucking quarter past nine..'. Flashing a mischievious smirk, he nodded over to the silhouette. "You need to do better than that if you don't want me to see you, you know..."

When Jin Kazama stepped out into the light, the surprise was large enough to have Hwoarang stop, simply staring at him. Several seconds passed, before the young Japanese spoke up. "Hwoarang... can we talk?"

For his response, Hwoarang mustered as angry a voice as he could. "What do you want, Kazama?"

Jin appeared impervious to his tone, continuing in the same manner he had started. "I just want to talk... you hungry? I'll treat you to dinner."

'You what?' Hwoarang paused for a moment, trying not to sound too eager. "I guess. What are we having?"

"Well, I have enough in my room to make teriyaki chicken for two... if you want something else, we could go to the sushi restaurant down the block...?"

'He'll be cooking me food? I guess he's about to ask for a major favour. Or maybe he broke my bike? He should be expecting a good ass-kicking for that, but I have something else in mind... his room or a sushi restaurant? Easy choice.' The redhead was used to - and rather fond of - sushi, but he was confident Jin didn't know that. "I'm not eating sushi if my life depends on it, so I'll settle for your teriyaki chicken. Where are you staying?"

When he saw the happy expression in the young Japanese face, Hwoarang quirked a brow. 'That's what he wanted, was it? I may have to watch my back on this one...' After smiling at him for a bit, Jin spoke warmly. "First floor. Now a good time?"

With a shrug, the Korean let out an indifferent sigh. "As good as any. I gotta get up inhumanly early tomorrow."

"Why? Is there something happening in the middle of the night?" The response was quick, and probably should have been expected. Hwoarang rolled his eyes, and already regretted bringing that up.

"That's none of your fucking business."

Jin shrugged. "Okay, nevermind. Coming?"

"Sure."

Hwoarang followed Jin up the staircase and to his room. Upon seeing it, he groaned. "I see someone's been lucky with the room distribution..."

As Jin's face lit up, the Korean caught himself wondering whether the Japanese hadn't noticed how nice a room he was treated to before it was pointed out to him. So much for a rich, snobby brat, right? "I'm not complaining, that's for sure! I love the view of the harbour and the forest over there. Puts my mind to rest."

'Well ain't that cute...' "Actually, I was thinking about this."

Demonstratively tossing himself down into the enormous plush sofa, Hwoarang stretched his arms and made himself comfortable.

Jin walked over to one of his bags while talking over his shoulder with a hint of rush in his voice. "I'll go make dinner, won't take long... already got the sauce done, I've marinated it - just need to heat for a bit."

'Is he going to run off to the food area or something? There's no kitchen around here.' Hwoarang raised his head from the sofa to look at Jin. "Where?"

Jin laughed for a moment. Then he pulled out his little portable stove with two small burners. "I know it's not much, but I like to be able to make my own food. If there's electricity, I usually bring it."

"Okay."

The sound of the refrigerator door going shut echoed off the walls. Soon, the smell of marinated chicken filled the room; a soft, comfortable smell that made Hwoarang relax. He closed his eyes and tried to get his mind around the situation.

'So now, I'm in Jin's room. He's making dinner for us. What the Hell? Not that I'd complain, but... why? I guess I'll simply have to ask...' Opening his eyes, he watched the other man for a bit, awaiting a good moment to interrupt him. "Kazama."

"Yes?" Jin answered quickly. Almost too quickly... Hwoarang started wondering whether Jin was getting jumpy.

"What did you do?"

"Uh... huh?"

For some reason, it appeared as if the question caught Jin by surprise. Hwoarang couldn't imagine why; he'd have to know he'd be figured out by now? Still, he didn't mind stating the obvious. "You're cooking me dinner. There has to be a reason."

"Yes, uh, well... I need to tell you something."

The hesitance in Jin's voice was a dead giveaway. He was hiding something, while not being overly good at it. With an impatient sigh, Hwoarang urged him on. "Go ahead, then."

Jin took a deep breath, but didn't start talking. Suspicion was hard to curtail at this point; how can someone that self-confident be this uncomfortable? "It's kinda hard, I don't really know how to."

'You're wondering how to tell me without me beating you up? What IS it you have done, anyway?' Hwoarang returned to his initial guess. "Why not? Is it about my bike?"

A confused smirk accompanied the simple answer, "No."

Waiting a few moments in the hope that Jin would elaborate, it dawned on the Korean that he wasn't getting any more information at this point. Wondering if the other thing that crossed his mind earlier was a better guess, he tried that option as well. "You need something?"

Jin thought for a moment, then answered slowly. "In a way..."

Ok, so that was it. The other man was about to ask for a favour. "Riddle time, is it? What's your problem?" Hwoarang was not all too happy about the complete lack of progress, and the aggressive tone came all by itself with no effort needed.

"Give me a little time. I'll get to it, I promise."

Hwoarang snorted. 'Ok, that's the last help you're getting out of me to bring your shit up! Christ...' Leaning backwards, he stared at the ceiling. "Meh. Whatever."

Nothing more was said while Jin flipped the chicken chunks and put the rice into a bowl on the table. A kettle quickly took the pot's place, and adding the remaining sauce from the fridge to the chicken pan, he called over to the redhead. "Dinner is served."

"Good." After arching his back into a stretch, Hwoarang sat up. His eyes wandered over the shiny pieces of chicken with the occasional chopped vegetable mixed in, and decided he'd give the other man a thumbs up. Perhaps he'd even get to the point sometime? "That doesn't look half bad, you know..."

He was treated to a reluctant, yet genuine smile. "It's not much, but I tried my best," Jin turned around towards the fridge, "want a beer? I bought a few imported ones, in case you wanted some..."

'Oh my, aren't we polite? Jin offering me alcohol... this can't be a good sign.' Hwoarang pondered for a moment, then excused himself. "Nah, it's okay. I already had two beers tonight, and I'd better not have anymore before the morning to be prepared."

'Well, technically that's true. At one point tonight, I had had two beers...'

"That thing you're getting up in the middle of the night for?"

"Mhm."

"Sure you don't want to talk about it?"

Hwoarang had attempted to stop that conversation with the minimalist answer, but had no such luck. Jin had apparently set his mind to learn more. The redhead let out a loud sigh, shook his head, and locked gazes with Jin, responding with a loud, rather angry voice. "Well, if it's so fucking important - there's this new guy who challenged me to a fight. No biggie."

Jin held his hands up. "Okay, okay... thanks for sharing."

"No problem," Hwoarang grumbled.

With the water boiling, Jin went over and stirred in the kettle. "Tea, then? If you want..."

"I suppose."

Jin poured tea into the two cups, and had a seat opposite Hwoarang. "Dig in!"

Soon, four chopsticks were busy at work, being the only things breaking the silence for minutes, until Jin finally spoke. "Hwoarang, I didn't come here to the tournament to fight."

He quirked a brow. "You didn't?"

"No, I came because... ", Jin's voice had a slight, trembling undertone while he was building up the courage, "because I love you. You are the one I want, Hwoarang. You and nobody else."

'Yeah, right. As if.' Hwoarang was trying to fight his reaction, but knew it'd be hard to avoid giving telling clues in his expression. "Fuck off, Kazama. What do you want from me? Making up stuff like that is just pathetic."

Jin looked sternly at him. "This is no joke to me. I would never lie about that. And what I want from you, is you. No more, no less."

'Feh - If you felt like that, how could you reject me for years? God knows I've tried, Jin. I've lost count how many of my approaches you've dismissed. Though, I guess... maybe it's just another thing you have to be best at? You've figured out I love you, and now you're going to love me more? You're very welcome to, Jin.... this I gotta see.'

"Are you ready to prove that, Jin?"

'Oops. Slipped there, didn't I? Can't really blame myself for getting excited now, though.'

"If you would let me..."

'Oh well, so far so good then.' He felt a smile creep onto his face, unable to prevent it even if he had wanted to. "I will."

'Again and again. This is a thing I'd very much like to see proven, Jin.'
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