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The First Crack in the Metal	By : MMishima Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 3051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**Chapter Three**
The Will of the Sword Maker
Hwoarang was moving closer to the line of the alley, closer to Jin. Ling narrowed her eyes and looked between the two, still refusing to let the Blood Talon find a straight path. �How are you here?� the Korean hissed with a deadly tone, his eyes narrowed as he watched the Japanese youth.
�It does not matter how I am here. You have seen me now. You know that I am no ghost. Return to your friends and haunt me no more.� Jin said with such a cool, even tone, it barely sounded like him. He had to mask the pain, the stabbing anguish in his body. Jin would not allow Hwoarang to see just how torn apart he was, inside.
Jin turned then, removing his hand from Lings shoulder and walked deeper into the alley, closing his eyes as his pace brought him further from Hwoarang. Every beat of his heart pumped desire and longing until in the darkness, Jin reached out to touch the warm, dingy alley wall. He let his head fall forward as he took a deep breath, safe in the shadows and out of the line of sight. Dying a second time could not be as painful�as this.
�Haven�t you done enough to him already, Hwoarang?� Ling asked, shaking her head as she watched the Blood Talon stare deep into the alley.
�Who the fuck are you to judge me, midget?� The Blood Talon growled. �Its none of your business so keep the fuck out of it.�
�Its my business alright. Unlike one of us, I love Jin and do whatever I can to keep him safe and away from you.� Ling narrowed her eyes, silently challenging Hwoarang.
�Your just happy to no longer be second best, bitch.� The Korean hissed. �You want to keep him close, fulfill some sick fantasy that he is yours, that maybe he will break down and fuck you like you want him to. I know you still have the hots for what I had��
�for what I had.
That idea, that sentiment was in no way acceptable.
Ling was opening her mouth to speak, her features flushed with anger, when Hwoarang pushed past the Chinese beauty. He entered the alleyway even as Ling followed a pace behind.
�Stay the fuck away from me.� Hwoarang whirled around. �Jin is a big boy, he can take care of himself. Your not his mother and your not his girl.�
Ling stopped moving as Hwoarang turned to face her. The Blood Talon was right. As much as she wanted to protect Jin, he had lived for two years on his own, had defeated Toshin and disappeared. It was stupid to think this moment would not come, that the two rivals turned lovers would not have the chance to say what they needed. Jin was in pain because he was still in love�and that pain was something Ling could never take away from him. Maybe somewhere in the Koreans cutting words, there was truth.
Seeing his point won, Hwoarang walked down the long alley, the only available light coming from the reflected halogen headlights of the cars that flew down the Tokyo street, casting their filthy whet illuminations on the narrow walls. His spurrs reverberated on the concrete as he let his instincts guide him. He is still here. I can feel him�
�Stand back from me.� Jin hissed as he felt Hwoarang drawing closer, the sound of the Koreans spurrs heralding him like a clarion call. �There is nothing more to say between us.�
�If that is true, why did you stay in here instead of hightailing it to the other side?� The Blood Talon half smiled, hiding his own fears with perfectly placed arrogance. �I think there is plenty more to say.�
A spark of red lightning forked around Jins arms, turning the alley into a luminescent bulb with the deadly flicker and the familiar scent of ozone. The Japanese youth felt the emotions run too high, the sweet agony of the moment causing his Fatal Lightning to swirl�and that tell tale ache in his back above each shoulder blade, slowly become a roar.
�Nice fireworks display.� Hwoarang said, drawn to the lightning like a moth to a flame. He could see the line of Jins jaw, colored with the flickering red. �But you know I don�t scare off that easy.�
Jin closed his eyes, begging himself to run, pleading with the spirit within him to calm and quiet. He could see Hwoarangs boots, the click of spurrs coming to a stop�in front of him. This was the closest the Japanese had been to the Blood Talon�the closest he had been to all of his fears, all of his raw emotion since that fateful afternoon the two went separate ways.
�You didn�t answer my question. Why are you still here?� Hwoarang was standing before Jin now, his hands shaking with desire to reach out and reclaim what was his.
�Because�you are here.� Jin said with anguish, his eyes turning upward as the crimson electricity pooled around his hands and forearms. He met the sienna gaze that haunted him, filled him with anger and desire. Those eyes Jin had memorized and replayed each night beneath the cover of darkness, a memory, looking back at him now.
�That�s right, Jin. I am here�and I am not leaving.� Hwoarang said with a cool smile. He reached up, grasping Jins jacket with both of his hands, pulling the Japanese beauty out of his stone stance.
Jin pushed Hwoarang back, forcing the grip of one hand to break itself free from him. �Stand back from me!� He growled as one lightning swirled hand grasped the Blood Talons grip.
The electric touch stung, making Hwoarang wince but he refused to remove his grip. His now free hand reached up, even as Jin blocked it. The Blood Talon would not be stopped and once more made a fast grab, this time pulling that damn hood down to see Jins face, his eyes. �I will not.�
Jin shifted back, ready to run, dragging Hwoarang with him, pressing his nails into the Koreans wrist as the lightning forked between the two. Hwoarang used the short move to his advantage and pressed Jin back against the wall, blocking in Kazamas legs with his own.
�Release me!� The growl came from somewhere inside of him even as Hwoarang pressed him back, one hand snaking up behind Jins neck. How could he be so powerless to fight. How could his strength fail him?
�I will baby�I will release you.� Hwoarang said with a dangerous tone as his mouth descended, even as Jin tried to turn his head. The Blood Talons grip to the back of Jins neck forced his prey to return to the position he was put in.
Jins body betrayed him, the lightning dying down the moment those familiar lips pressed against his. His mouth parted, eyes closing�an anguished sigh leaving him when he felt that hot, slick tongue brush against his own. Jin wanted to scream, and even in such a perfect moment, he struggled, breaking the kiss�.that toxic, sugary kiss.
�Stop it, Jin.� Hwoarang held those dark chocolate eyes. �Stop trying to push me back.�
�Get off of me.� the tormented Japanese beauty hissed but there was no real power behind his words. His body was shaking, his lips aching and thirsty as though he had survived a drought, forgotten the taste of that mouth�until now.
�I wont.� The Korean cooed, holding Jins eyes as tight as he held that body between his own and the wall.
�Get off of me!� Jin said once more, this time he thrust Hwoarang back, hearing the thud of flesh against the opposite alley wall.
Hwoarang braced the impact, letting a groan leave his lips. Jin was stronger now than he recalled. Before the Korean could say another word, Kazama was against him, pushing him back into the wall, enforcing a position Jin had been trapped in a moment before. The sensation caught Hwoarang by surprise and he gripped the jacket that pressed against him, even as Jin trapped his legs in.
Jins hands encircled the Blood Talons wrists, keeping them entwined in the grip of his jacket. His lips descended, stifling anything the Korean might think to say�
Hwoarang parted his lips, breathing Jin deep into his body, feeling that warm, slick appendage entwine with his own in a familiar dance. Kazamas kiss was angry, lustful and for the first time that the Korean could recall, dominant.
Jin let himself indulge the sinful font of those lips, his eyes shut tightly as his mouth drank in the toxic taste that would undoubtedly damn his soul. Again.
The Blood Talon felt Jins grip loosen, drank in the soft moan that pressed from Jins breath. He kicked off the wall, pushing their tightly pressed bodies back to the opposite side of the alley. Jin did not fight this time, his hands releasing Hwoarangs wrists as the Blood Talon covered him over, continuing the kiss as though it would be the only salvation his fiery spirit would ever taste, turning his head to the side to force Jin to open more to him. The Blood Talon moaned as Jin rose to meet his desire, his own head tilting slightly to give as much as it received. A kiss built on fire, passion� two years in the making.
Hwoarang finally broke from Jins mouth, gasping breath as he pressed against the Japanese beauty�s body. His chest was panting at the same rhythm as Jins till all that could be heard in the alley, was their ragged breath.
�Fuck Jin�you taste good.� The Korean groaned, taking a gentle hold of Kazamas face, till their foreheads were pressed together, eyes connected as intimately as their bodies.
Jin could not muster the words to speak, his breath ragged and intermingling with Hwoarangs. He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream�he wanted to run away and yet, he wanted none of these things. Two years of agony was staring him down. He parted his lips once more, giving Hwoarang the only permission he would need to delve headlong into the open, eager mouth that awaited his.
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Ling could hear the echo of the exchange between the two former rivals, former lovers. The fork of fatal lightning drew her eyes, made her anxious as the sudden sound of motion, a scuffle caught her off guard. And then there was silence�a long silence with nothing but the echo of breath.
�Jin? Jin are you alright?� she asked, nervously. �Hwoarang? Anybody?�
No response. Ling bit at the edge of her lip, pondering what to do. What if something had happened? Hastily, Ling reached into her purse and withdrew her keys where a small flashlight was dangling from the ring. She moved forward, fumbling with it, smacking it repeatedly to get the old battery working. �Come on guys, are you both alive in there?�
The battery finally clicked into the right position and shone a small light against the alley. �Oh!� Ling said, one hand coming up to cover over her lips as the sight unfolded. Hwoarang had Jin pressed quite willingly against the alley wall, their bodies entwined like two snakes as the twining of tongues between parted lips forked and rolled in an intimate dance. It was the last sight Ling Xiaoyu had ever thought she would see�and yet, the desperation of their heavy kiss was as deep as the filth of the alley. It was as though neither one of them could breath before this moment�.
�Um, so much for all that posturing huh?� Ling said, still standing a few respectful feet away from the deliciously hot sight. She felt wicked thinking that way, but something about the heat between them made her own lips go dry.
No reply. The two continued without so much as a breath of recognition and Ling giggled when she saw Hwoarangs hand move between two pressed bodies, open palm toward Jin Kazamas�.
�Alright, already! Hey, you two, break it up! Come on, don�t make me get a hose on you like two mating dogs.� Ling put one hand on her hip. �You are in an alley for gods sake! Jin! Hwoarang!�
That finally got some level of recognition. Ling watched as those two slick tongues untwined, their bodies separating slowly as panting breath mingled between them. Hwoarang turned his eyes toward the small but obnoxious light, his lips red and kiss swollen. �Like we don�t fucking know we are in an alley?� He laughed.
Jin felt a flush of embarrassment at realizing the display�at realizing how he needed that sugary toxic mouth to feel alive, to make the demon within return to his cage. Now, things were uncertain�the pain only slightly alleviated. But he refused to give in to the questioning thoughts rising up his throat. Instead, Jin gave a wry smile toward Ling as Hwoarang lit up a cigarette. �At the moment, I don�t know where I am�or for that matter, who I am.�
Ling laughed and shook her head. �Well, Jin. Did you work up an appetite yet? We have to get something in you�.�
Hwoarang snickered. �Don�t worry, I got that department covered.�
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Jin and Ling waited at the address given to them, the Yurei district. Jin paced in the cover of darkness, the hood once more drawn up to cover his features.
�So, do you want to break the silence about all of this? I mean, I mentioned his name the other day and you nearly ran off to avoid the topic. Then, all of a sudden there you both were lip locked like the world might end.� Ling said, sitting on a mossy covered rock, watching Jin pace continually. �Was it as hot as it looked?�
Jin snickered at that last bit. Yeah, it was better than I remember.
As for the rest, he knew this question was coming and in truth he did not have an answer for Ling, let alone himself. Jin looked up at the desolate apartment building, half abandoned and apart from the rest of the world. �I am not sure what I am doing here or why I agreed to meet him.�
�Could it be, well I don�t know, because you love him?� Ling said with that hint of innocent sarcasm.
Those words were like a knife in his heart. A truthful blade slung with deadly accuracy. �I don�t think I ever stopped loving him, Ling. I told myself I had�and therein lies the problem. I cant love him�.loving him puts him in danger.�
�You mean, puts you in danger.� Ling said, calculatingly. �Alright, I understand you are on the lamb from Heihachi but you keep using the word danger to keep yourself away from everyone. What kind of danger are we talking about Jin? The danger of getting your heart smashed or the danger of what Heihachi will do when he finds out you are back for the tournament?�
�You don�t know what he did to me!� Jin said, raising his voice uncharacteristically. Who did he mean, Heihachi or Hwoarang. Coming here is a bad idea. I should go..before I get in over my head.
�No, Jin, I don�t. And that is because as much as I have asked you since your midnight visit to my bedroom, you wont tell me!� Ling came to a stand, her voice raising as well.
The sound of Hwoarangs bike coming up the gravel roadway drew Jins eyes. There was no going back now, no escape. Hwoarang was here and so was he.
�Once again, a perfectly timed interruption.� Ling said with a huff as the obnoxiously loud bike and rider pulled up. He revved the engine like a show off and turned the key to kill the ignition.
�Well, next time I should say to come alone.� Hwoarang smiled arrogantly, not expecting Ling to still be at Jins side. The twosome just turned into a threesome and not in a good way.
�I can go.� She said with attitude, her chin up in defiance.
�No, Ling. You do not have to go.� Jin said as Hwoarang drew off of the bike, holding the Blood Talons eyes. �If you ask her to leave, I will leave with her. It is your home, your rules but I will not abandon my friend.�
Hwoarang shrugged his shoulders. It might have hurt to give a little, but he could make an exception, this once. �Nah, its cool. Don�t have much in the place, some left overs if any one is hungry.�
The Blood Talon walked into the building, holding the door as Ling entered behind him. They followed him up five flights of stairs to the only apartment door on the floor.
Following the Korean inside, Ling was surprised to see the place so clean. Everything was in order and it even smelled nice, like oranges. Probably the cleaning solution used on this place. �Like I said, its not much. Only got here a short time ago but I did clean it up. Damn Military training.�
Jin closed and locked the door as Hwoarang withdrew three long neck bottles of beer from the refrigerator. He tossed his keys onto the counter to give his other hand some use. �When were you in the Military?�
Hwoarang kicked off his boots and the others followed suit, not wishing to disrespect the Blood Talons home. �Been locked away for two years serving my country. Never wondered why I didn�t beat the shit out of Paul Pheonix and take that plane trip to South America? Fuckers even made me cut my hair.�
Jin had thought about it but figured Hwoarang was going to lengths to avoid him. Now that Jin could see the Korean more clearly, he could judge the difference in that familiar body. Hwoarang had grown more muscular and well toned, his posture straight with something more than pure arrogance. His face had matured as well, smoother and more angular, framed beneath shorter copper hair and black roots.
�You and the military. That�s almost as funny a picture as imagining you at a church. Oil and water.� Ling said, taking one of the beers Hwoarang held and bounding into the living room, plopping down on the leather couch.
�Fuck you. But only because your right.� Hwoarang laughed as Ling inspected the area. Jin followed into the main room like a shadow, moving toward the windows and withdrawing the curtain to peer out at his surroundings in an almost paranoid fashion.
�Oh, you have a Sony game system! I haven�t played one of these since I was dorming at the university. Got any good games?� Ling smiled, rising from the couch and rushing toward the hutch with her beer in hand.
�Haven�t had a chance to break it in yet. There�s some fighting games a couple from the same series, fucked up storyline though. Trust me.� Hwoarang chuckled, watching Jin. �Hey, no body is coming here, only Chang knows the address cause he set the place up for me. Sit down and have a drink.�
Jin hesitantly moved away from the window and unzipped his jacket, removing it as slowly as a snake stripping out of an old skin. Beneath the obnoxious colorful leather he wore a tee shirt that hugged his perfect form. �Damn, you look good.� He heard Hwoarang say and he reached over to accept the offered bottle. �Never understood why you wont eat meat but you wear leather.�
Jin had definitely been working out. His body was much more lithe than the Blood Talon recalled but no less massive and toned. Jin just looked different, as though he had been exercising muscles that he had not before. His hair was longer now, a little more unkempt but still swept into an undying style, longer cowlicks licking against his features.
�Thank you.� Jin said, folding one leg under his body as he sat on the leather couch. �I guess because I still wear leather because it is durable, warm against the skin. If I could find something equivalent and organic, I would wear that instead.�
�Nothing more organic than cow.� Hwoarang teased, taking a pull from his beer.
Ling was fumbling with the remote for the TV, removing whatever games had been stacked there as she sipped her beer. �We are not here 10 minutes and already the questioning starts.� She laughed sardonically, trying to find a title that pleased her as she leaned over, her skirt riding up against her thighs.
Hwoarang laughed. �Hey, pull that shit down, I can see what you ate for dinner for Christ sake.�
Ling looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes. �You wouldn�t know fashion if it bit you in the ass.�
�I don�t have to know fashion when I see enough ass coming from my floor�and not the one I intend on seeing more of.� Hwoarang smiled arrogantly even as Jin flushed.
Kazama shifted as a smile broke over his lips, letting the bottle dangle between his thighs while his elbows rested on his knees.
�You are so gross!� Ling laughed and folded her legs beneath her, crossed at the ankles, smoothing her skirt down. �Well, maybe not gross but you know. Well, never mind!� she flushed and busied herself with finding a suitable game to occupy her.
Hwoarang reached into the table beside the couch, withdrawing a small plate and strainer, a coarse brown paper and a bag of what Jin recognized instantly as marijuana. Some habits never die, he thought to himself and took a pull from his bottle.
�So, the Military let you out then?� Jin finally broke the silence as Hwoarang ran the small brick of herb over the strainer, breaking it into fine granules onto the plate nestled between crossed legs.
�Well, they didn�t really have a choice. I caught wind of this tournament and figured I served them long enough. I am not the taking orders kind of guy.� Hwoarang said, tapping the strainer filled with small seeds and setting it aside.
�You went AWOL?� Ling said, dropping down to her backside on the floor. �Oh, that is not good.�
�Damn straight I went AWOL. I needed to be here, get with my gang and find out what the hell happened at the last tournament.� Hwoarang scooped up some of the herb into a brown paper, rolling it slowly and tightly. He looked up at Jin through copper tendrils. �So, what did happen.�
Jin looked down. He could feel both sets of eyes on him even as he heard the familiar click of the lighter and the sweet instant smell of the fresh herbal cigarette�blunt, as he heard it called, fill the air. It was cloy and reminded him of Hwoarang, from that very first night the two had come together in the hotel room he had sought refuge within, two years ago. �I don�t want to talk about it.�
�Who gives a fuck if you want to talk about it. Drop the cloak and dagger shit.� Hwoarang said bluntly, drawing in a hit from the cigarette clutched between two fingers. �Hey, Ling, you want a hit?� He exhaled, half rising to pass it off.
�Yeah!� She said, shifting position to her knees to take the offer.
�Ling!� Jin said, thankful for the distraction.
�Jin, I have been at University for a full year. You think I haven�t had some fun? Besides, its harmless, well not to the figure really cause those munchies get a hold of you and you just cant stop eating. But really, Jin. Its natural, better for you than beer or anything else in the drug category.�
Jin shook his head and could not watch Ling take a hit from the blunt. She was her own woman, yes, but he forever saw her as the obnoxious kid sister he felt a need to protect.
Hwoarang stood up and reclaimed the blunt from Ling, snickering as he watched her cough and lick her lips. �Good shit. Chang knows how to take care of me.� He laughed, taking a hit and drawing it deep into his lungs, holding his breath back as he drew toward Jin.
�Open your lips for me, Kazama. I promise not to bite.� He said with half muffled words, refusing to let the smoke out of his body.
�I really shouldn�t.� Jin said, leaning back onto the couch as Hwoarang stood between his legs and slowly leaned down, bracing hands on either side of the his thighs.
�Yeah, you really should.� He smiled, lowering his mouth to Jins, watching how those petal perfect lips parted in anticipation. A column of cloy smoke drifted from Hwoarangs mouth and Jin instinctively sucked in the white tendrils, feeling his lungs expand. This time he did not cough, holding the heady smoke in his lungs as Hwoarangs warm, slick tongue found his own.
�Oh no, not again!� Ling said with a slight giggle. She raised her fingers to her lips. �Hey, come on, your messing up the rotation!�
Hwoarang lingered there till Jin swore his lungs would burst, hesitant as he was to break off from that enticing mouth. He drew his lips away and released the smoke, clearing his throat as Hwoarang drew up and took another hit for himself before passing it to Ling.
�Hey, midget, don�t start being a pain in the ass.� Hwoarang leaned down on his haunches next to Ling but not before grasping up his beer and taking a heavy sip to cure the dryness in his throat.
�Midget.� Ling mimicked as smoke billowed from her lips. �Maybe your just abnormally tall or just plain abnormal.�
�Now, that�s the smartest thing you�ve said yet.� Hwoarang let Ling take another hit before reclaiming the blunt, tapping off the edges into his ashtray before walking it back toward Jin.
Jin did not protest, taking a hit and feeling the smoke dry out his throat. He felt released, calm and easy for the first time in a long time. Hwoarangs plan had worked.
�So,� The Blood Talon stood, taking a sip of his beer. �what happened at the tournament?�
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