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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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As sleep released its hold over him, Jin rubbed his eyes. Comforting rays of sunlight helped him gain control over his mind; just like every other morning the previous month, it was swimming with destructive urges when he woke up. The evil within him certainly knew what nightmares to conjure up... Waking up drained and moody had been a rule for the last three weeks - when it came to causing him pain, the devil adapted its approach quickly and with undeniable skill.

The vague scent of the Korean cheered him up a bit, only for him to realise it was weaker than it should have been. Opening his eyes, he looked around, noticing he was all alone in the bed. "Hwoarang?" Nervousness, fear and sadness competed for control over his voice as he got up and looked around the apartment. "Hwoarang, where are you?"

But there was no one there. Not even a trace left behind. Jin's frown was a sad sight as he walked back to sit on the bed again with his head in his hands. "Why? Why did you go, Hwoarang? And where? When?"

His composure suffered further as an evil, roaring laughter was ringing through his head. "Stop that, will you," Jin muttered out loud.

//I couldn't help it. You're pathetic, Jin. Absolutely pathetic. And I who thought we'd make the best team possible.//

'Playing disappointed, are we? Two can play that game... ' Rolling his eyes, the Japanese got back to his feet and walked over towards the window. He felt the view made him handle the company better. //I don't want to team up with you. Get lost any time you want.//

//It's not that easy, Jin. I'll have to make do with you. But tell me, why on earth do you turn yourself into a whore, voluntarily? You have no pride whatsoever?//

Such a patronising voice. Jin sighed. //I love him. I have to start somewhere.//

The laughter once again rang, bringing forth a pained expression to Jin's face. He hated that it was able to get to him, but it was. The way it was twisting him inside brought great pain to his chest. Spiteful anger accumulated rapidly... if only that thing had a body he could punch!

//He doesn't care about you, Jin. Your efforts are wasted.//

//Maybe not yet, but in a while...//

//He'll use and humiliate you for a while, until he loses interest. Then he'll leave you on the floor. If you open your eyes, you'll know I'm right.//

Jin's mind clenched shut with frustration. It was poking into his fears, bullseye, and he just couldn't take it. At this point, he wasn't thinking... he just wanted that evil, ruthless voice to stop. He felt something cold against his forehead, only to realise he had subconsciously leaned against the window. A hint of a headache made itself known, and he did the equivalent of raising his inner voice.

//No! I refuse to believe you!//

//It is a sad man who insists to be blind.//

//Shut up! Leave me alone!//

He pushed at the window sill and started to walk back and forth frantically. Using a little energy, he gradually managed to calm himself down. The voice didn't seem to mind that; with Jin apparently having reached the stage it had aimed for, it switched its approach.

//You're an ungrateful soul, you know that? I'm just looking out for you. What have you ever done for me?// It paused slightly, but not nearly long enough for Jin to break it off. //But don't worry. I'm not leaving.//

//Stop looking out for me. I don't want it!//

//Now, now. We're stuck together, and I'll do my part to make the best of it. Look, okay, suppose for a minute that whereas he's just using you at the moment, that can change. Got the plan ready, Jin? What's the next step?//

Plan? He hadn't really thought that far, but answered quickly. //Why would I share such plans with you?//

//You would have told me if you had any, your desire to prove yourself is much too strong not to. But apparently you don't. I think you should start winning, Jin. And in order to do that, you need to start planning. You can't turn his heart around unprepared.//

Damn! How did it know? He stopped by the sofa, looking at where Hwoarang had been sitting. Trying to bring back some of the feelings, he imagined the smell and the sound of his redhead's voice. His? Yes, he would be. Somehow, sometime. Jin was prepared to spend his life with the Korean, more than he had been for anything before in his life. This was despite how little time they had spent together so far. Was this what they called love at first sight? It hadn't exactly been first sight for Jin, his attraction to Hwoarang had grown when they met again in the tournament. He knew this was what he wanted, and felt an ounce of firm ground there. Because about that, he could answer truthfully and still be directly opposed to that cruel spirit. //I'm not unprepared.//

//Compared to what preparations you'll need to pull off what you're dreaming about, you are. I still think you should settle for the simpler solution, though.//

Jin hated his mind for it, but couldn't help being curious. //Simpler solution?//

//Kill him. I'll take his soul for you. Keep it warm, so to speak.//

He should have known. Why did he still let it bring anticipation into his mind? It had never, ever come through with anything to satisfy that feeling. It was an easy argument to reject, though. //No! Never will I cause him harm.//

//Sure, sure. You keep telling yourself that. I'll try not to rub it in if you end up changing your mind.//

//I won't.//

The response came as a loud snicker, causing Jin to squirm as he imagined the hideous grin that could have produced such a sound. Doubly so, since it was coming from within his very own head.

***

Jin put on his clothes and went out to search. He made his way through the complex, walking every accessible hallway several times. When he thought the fight could be due, he checked every likely, unlikely and impossible place to find Hwoarang and his opponent, but failing. When the time reached a quarter to eight, he gave up, and walked to the nearby forest to meditate. Despite the warm sun shining from a blue, cloudless sky, a chilling wind made the hair on his back rise as if it blew straight through his jacket.

Walking without thinking, he suddenly found himself standing at the very spot he had been two years before, when the devil first came to him. It made Jin feel uneasy at first, but soon the return felt strangely comforting. He could even remember a few of the thoughts he had at the time. Jin frowned. How simple life was back then. No devil, no betrayal and... no Hwoarang. How empty it all was, in a way, but at that point he didn't know. It had all seemed so right. A mother to avenge, a supportive family, few complications. Now was a whole different story.

//You brought me home?//

He furrowed a brow. //What?//

//Oh come on, you remember this place as well as I do.//

A hard thing to deny, and no reason to that he could think of. Still, it was a surprising approach. //Ah, yes I do. You call this home?//

//Well, perhaps not a good choice of words. Still, I'm happy you returned here. Tells me...//

A female voice broke it off. The voice he always longed to hear was ready to fight his fight for him.

//Leave him alone.//

//What's it to you?//

//You know that. He's my son. He brought you home. When he goes back, why don't you stay?//

The hint of a headache from earlier was slowly creeping back into Jin's head, now only tenfolds stronger. He found himself struggling to keep up with the conversation, let alone trying to deduce their intentions. At least he knew who he could trust.

//You know I can't do that.//

//I know you can do that. Maybe you don't want to?//

//Considering the cost, I prefer to think of it as not being able to.//

A thump was heard as Jin let himself fall down seated by the tree, leaning his back against it. His hands clutched his head, and his breath got unsteady. He had been able to cope with one voice at a time for years, but both at the same time really made his head spin.

//What did he ever do to you? He's a good man, so you're not there for his soul. You'll never get his soul.//

//You raised a strong son, Kazama Jun. With proper guidance, the possibilities are endless.//

//You are not proper guidance.//

//That is in the eye of the beholder.//

During the short pause that followed, Jin struggled to think who could consider the devil proper guidance. A second later, he cringed. He was certain his grandfather would embrace its advice with a passion. He wouldn't put it past the old man to be after him and his father to attain that very advice. Are some people born that twisted? Jin didn't know. Jin didn't think he wanted to know.

//You took my husband from me. Don't take my son as well.//

//What? You think you got there first? No way, no how, woman. When you joined Kazuya, you joined me. There never was any other Kazuya in your life.//

//It still gives you no right to my son!//

//Your son? Jun, Jin is our son. You can't escape that, and neither can he. Nor me, for that matter. He can curse me all he wants, but I cannot change this.//

'Uh... oh...' The bloody thing considered him its son. All that harping on about making him more like itself, its twisted sense of watching his back... heck, its willingness to take bullets and use its own energy to revive him. He had thought the expression 'I promise, Mishima honour' that it used was just mockery - but thinking back to how it always had kept its word whenever it made such a promise, Jin wondered whether it actually associated itself with his paternal family.

In a way, it felt a bit better now that things did seem to make a bit more sense. But all the same, he detested every fragment of the situation. The strong dedication it would have, the expectations it was sure to harbour, the importance it would consider their relationship to have.... this was bad. Very bad.

//I know your weakness. Love drives you away. And his love will defeat you. His heart is pure. You can't control him.//

//If you only knew who he's longing for, you wouldn't be so confident.//

//Oh, I know full well who he loves. Hwoarang is a fine young man.//

Once again, an evil laughter was roaring through Jin's head, threatening to make his head explode as it pounded against his forehead. He caught himself making strained sounds with his erratic breath, as if he was whimpering to himself. This was much more than he could handle, and he knew it.

Most probably, it was doing this on purpose, to torture him. That twisted, uncompassionate spirit embraced pain in most forms, a fact it reminded Jin of often through words or actions. Soon, the increasing pain caused his entire body to shake uncontrollably, the intensity rising as if it was listening in on his trail of thoughts.

There was little doubt in Jin's mind; he had to go find Hwoarang. It was his only hope. Maybe together, they could defeat the devil.
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