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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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Hwoarang was steaming with anger, clenching his fists hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. Walking back in through the glass door, it took an immense amount of willpower not to shatter it into thousands of small shards on the floor. 'Just a few more seconds, and I'll tear apart a training dummy...' Just then, a familiar youngster called for his attention, making his way over.

"Hwoarang!"

In silence, he continued on his way over to a free stall. His destination was apparently easy to figure out; Jin was already leaning against one of its cardboard walls when he had made it there. "Kazama." Having no choice, he barely acknowledged the other fighter's presence. He had a mind to turn around and start 'training' - if venting anger could be called that - but something about the Japanese kept him from doing so.

Jin paused for a moment, swallowing visibly. "Where did you go?"

The Korean looked into those friendly, yet pained eyes, and saw the additional questions that they raised. His mind was running rampant with the need to destroy, but after last night, Jin had established himself the permanent rock bottom choice of target. However, in Hwoarang's current mood, the Japanese still joined everything else on the list of potential things to break. Not wanting something he'd regret to happen, getting the other man away quickly was a priority. "Not now, Jin. Leave me alone."

"It's a simple question." The confidence and strength were gone from Jin's voice, yet there was an insistence Hwoarang hadn't heard before. The slight quiver while he spoke only underlined the demand for an answer.

With a sigh, the Korean ran his eyes over the figure in front of him. 'Not taking simple instructions, are you...' Not having much luck with asking Jin to leave, he hoped he could fast-forward through the conversation. "What do you want?"

The time that passed indicated that Jin hadn't thought that far. "I just wondered... do you want to -"

"No."

Raising an eyebrow, the young Japanese spoke with concern in his voice. "Is there... anything wrong?" He moved closer, resting his hand on Hwoarang's hip, a hand that was instantly brushed away.

"If you touch me again, I'll kick your ass." Hwoarang snarled at him.

Jin's mouth opened and closed once, before he found a word. "Please?"

With a loud sigh, Hwoarang blinked slowly, attempting to calm down a little. It didn't work all too well, and as his mind was moving from the recent fight to Jin and what happened last night, he struggled to make sense of things. This seemed a very unlikely approach from someone who just lost a bet, but he was sure he had felt the stakes in the air. His gut feeling had never failed him on that. Confused, he pushed his frustrations back as firmly as he could, giving the other man one last chance to get away in time. "Kazama, really. Leave me alone."

"But... but... what about last night?"

Hwoarang gave up the friendly approach. It didn't work, and he needed the Japanese man away now. He leant forward, growling silently into Jin's ear. "I was horny, alright? I needed to relieve some tension. I thanked you too, remember? Now get the fuck away from me."

"Wh... what? Was that all it was to you?" Jin stuttered. Forgetting Hwoarang's warning for a moment, he laid his hand on Hwoarang's shoulder, being instantly rewarded with being roughly pushed back, and a flurry of kicks were headed his way. In the confusion, he only blocked a few, stumbling backwards and landing on his back in the middle of the room. People soon flocked around him, staring at the tears running slowly down the 21-year-old's face; tears they had not seen before, nor expected.

A tall, bald westerner towered over him with a vicious, condescending smirk all over his face. "Good choice, punk. This son of a bitch should better go home and fuck his mom. Kicking his ass a little brings out his true nature. What a worthless wimp!"

Hwoarang laughed. "A fucking crybaby, that's what he is."

"That's not it!" Jin's quivering voice cut through the air, speaking through the tears as he rose. "I love you, Hwoarang, but if you're just going to use me..."

'Love me? And this whole performance... you're not that good an actor, are you? Shit, Jin... why couldn't you just leave before it came to this?' Forcing his starting grimace into a grin, Hwoarang chuckled. "Well, I gotta give it to ya - you're a great toy!"

The room erupted in relieved laughter, seeing what most of them had wanted to see for two years - Jin beaten, broken. Their chances of winning the tournament were rising by the minute.

"Temee...." Jin launched a lightning uppercut, connecting successfully with Hwoarang's jaw, but it was without much effort or power put into it. As he turned and left, the Korean tossed his head back, laughing along with the rest of the fighters. That is, all but one. A short Chinese girl was staring at him with sad, wide eyes.

"Hwoarang! You two are.... gay?"

With the laughter calming down again, the eyes of the crowd were searching for a new target. Hwoarang knew they'd love for it to be him, but a condescending grin soon spread across his face. "You are just jealous it wasn't you doing the sucking..."

Xiaoyu's eyes were firmly focused on the ground, as she let out a silent sniff and left the scene to the tone of roaring laughter.

'Gotcha.'

*** *** ***

Jin was still dizzy after earlier in the morning, and with what just happened with Hwoarang, he needed time alone to pull his mind back together. Time the devil had no intention of allowing him. He didn't get further than the doorway on his way out of the training hall before the company within his head made itself heard.

//You're finally mine, but I can't help but feel you're not much of a prize right now.//

//What?//

//Can't you feel it, Jin?//

It demonstrated its point by pushing the transformations close to the surface, yet not activating them. He could feel the heat run over his chest, and his nails twitched, ready to move aside for sharp, pointed talons. Even the bottomless pool of fierce anger was partly uncovered, and he couldn't help imagining breaking every other object he passed on his path - a vase, a bookshelf, the lobby... After a few moments of contemplation, Jin sighed in resignation. //Alright. What do you want?//

//Stop crying. Please. I realise you don't mind making a fool out of yourself, but -//

The anger bubbled to the surface, Jin's silent, hesitant manner quickly being replaced with an enraged inner shout.

//Can't you even wait until I'm back in my room? You're certainly not helping on that front right now.//

Despite his words, he found that the evil desires flowing within him retracted him quite a bit from the overwhelming pain. Where to channel all the negative energy was obvious; he soon focused on his disgust for that voice from within.

//.... I'm impressed.//

//Huh?//

It puzzled him greatly, but something had certainly worked. It didn't tend to praise him, and quite surprisingly, this very change of approach gave him a little control of his mind. At least it made him a little calmer... he still had little faith in having a choice of whether to transform. Not quite sure what it meant, he didn't really care. Even with the disappointment sure to come. He was ready for that. Or at least, so he hoped.

//You broke me off. That's a first. And now, of all times.//

Jin raised an eyebrow and increased his pace through the entrance area. Not a difficult thing to repeat, but given his upbringing, it didn't feel natural to him. Still, if that was what it'd take... //You'd better get used to it!//

//Maybe this isn't so bad after all. If you'll just listen to me, you'll be back on your feet in no time.//

//Oh yeah? What are you going to do for me?//

He felt it release his mind a little further, his body calming down to a more natural state. Its friendly tone seemed rather out of place, but nonetheless, Jin found he preferred that over the taunting.

//Lots of things. Whenever you need me, just call on me. I don't have anything else to do, and I'm not going anywhere.//

The raven-haired youngster pondered for a moment whether there was something he wanted that it could provide. Not overly eager to be in debt to it, he nevertheless would've liked to know how it would react to a direct request. After thinking about it, his mind still drew a blank, and he settled for the rain check. //I guess I can do that.//

A female voice was there in an instant to protest. //No! Don't listen to him! Your love is strong enough. You can defeat him.//

Just as he had freed a fragment of his mind from the pain, she had to remind him. But he couldn't blame her. He could never blame his mother for anything. No matter what she did or said, he'd know for sure she meant it in the best possible way. Still, sarcasm filled his voice when he forced himself to respond. //Yeah, my astronomical success with Hwoarang? That's certainly working out well...//

//Jin!!//

He would have liked to have sounded friendly and appreciative. Really, he would. And it pained him to know that right now, he was pushing some of the torment over onto his mother. To make things worse, the headache that inevitably followed the internal three-way conversations was rapidly intensifying. As if the devil using his own body as leverage wasn't enough! He sighed through his unsteady breath as he opened the door to his room. In his current state, the door felt extraordinarily heavy, and he ended up pushing it open with both hands. //Mother, I can't handle you both at the same time. If you think of something, please do let me know. However, as things stand, I don't have a lot of choices.//

//Together we can make this work. There is something I should do. We'll talk again soon.//

//I wish, mother. Thank you for all your help. Please forgive me for not being very optimistic.//

Feeling strangely cold, Jin started gathering his clothes back into his bags. He had tried and failed; now it was time to go home. Maybe his mother would think of something. If not... he didn't know. There wasn't exactly an abundance of cards left to play. At least he'd back out of the tournament. A rather minor victory over the evil inside him, but there weren't a lot of those available. Jin settled for that for now, knowing that most likely, the next move would not be his to make.

*** *** ***

Hwoarang returned to his corner, kicking the crap out of the training dummy with an unhealthy passion. He was still boiling inside, and feeling bad for Jin didn't help either. Whereas the frustration eased down when he connected his kicks, the dummy couldn't help him neither with his strong desire to get back at Raven, nor his feelings for Jin. It was on the verge of falling apart when a voice called out from behind.

"Care for that spar?"

'Beating up Steve? Yeah, I can live with that...' The Korean took a deep breath. In all fairness, the blond deserved a hint about where this was headed. "I'm not in the mood for going easy on you, Steve."

"Well, then don't. I can handle it." The boxer spoke casually, with a friendly smirk on his face, looking down at the redhead's legs with a little wink.

Seemingly, the hint had passed Steve by, but Hwoarang didn't care. Looking at that smirk caused him to match the expression. Walking slowly towards the Brit, he added: "Let's see about that..." Steve promptly raised his arms into fighting position.

The boxer got only that single warning. Hwoarang immediately attacked with vigour, his kicks flying to all sides of Steve. The blond dodged creatively and efficiently, throwing the occasional punch in. However, his moves soon became too predictable, and with two quick sidesteps on the Korean's part, Steve's fists hit air, and half a second later, a shoe connected with the back of his head, sending him onto his stomach on the floor with a thump.

"Owwwwww..."

Hwoarang walked over, sitting down on Steve's back. "What's the matter? Don't you have any special moves or something?"

Steve gave out a painful grunt as he turned his head, trying to obtain eye contact but failing. "Hwoarang, come on... that hurts! God, as if my head wasn't enough. You must've given me a concussion or something! Let me up, will you?"

The Korean couldn't help feeling bad for the guy, even though in his opinion the other man should've seen this coming. Treating him to a friendly grin, he offered his hand. "You giving up, then?"

The offered hand was accepted with a shrug. "Give up a spar? Sure, you win."

"Good." Hwoarang slowly rose from Steve's back, pulling him up with him. The concerned look Steve gave him unnerved him a little.

"Mate, are you okay?"

Hwoarang sighed. 'Is it that bloody obvious that I'm not? I wonder why he still wanted that spar...' Hands on hips, he surveyed the other fighter, then let his eyes drift around them to see what audience they had before speaking. Finding that few of the others were still watching, he shifted his attention back to the blond. "Don't worry about me. I tried to warn you, though."

Steve brushed him off. "Yeah, yeah. What's wrong, though?" By the looks of it, the Englishman was looking him over as if he would have a glowing mark to tell the tale.

'Nosey fucker!' The curiosity annoyed Hwoarang, and he didn't intend to give out any further clues. "Hm?"

"You're absolutely furious, and I don't think it's about me, so what is it?"

Hwoarang's eyes narrowed again. "Don't. Fucking. Remind. Me." He spat the words out one by one, his glare clearly signalling that these were damned well the last ones spoken on the issue, unless Steve wanted back on the floor.

Picking up the ultimatum, Steve shook his head at the anger. After a concerned sigh, he met the angry gaze with a calm expression. "Sheesh, go have some fun or relax or something. This can't be healthy."

'Or eat... shit, I'm starving to death. And Jin... I really shouldn't have been that mean to him, but I swear, that man seriously has got the worst timing in the world.' While not liking to be lectured, he was too hungry to argue; it was a good idea to leave anyway. "I suppose. Thanks for the spar, Steve. See you later."

"Later, guv."

Hwoarang walked out of the training hall and popped into the food stand area. Ordering a super sized ramen special, he found himself a table. Out of old habit, he sat down so that he could watch the main entrance. Keeping an eye on people coming and going had certainly saved him a lot of trouble before. People weren't exactly overcrowding the place, though - nobody else was to be seen. He appreciated that; chatting was not an activity of choice right now, and giving his mind time to think about what happened without fearing people studying his reactions wasn't bad at all.

Suddenly, he felt a soft wind around him. Looking to the windows, he saw they were all closed, and he caught himself surveying the room for plausible causes. When he had decided they probably left the kitchen staff entrance door open, it ceased, and he settled down again. Soon, a few statements roamed his mind.

"Hwoarang, I didn't come here to the tournament to fight."

"I came because I love you. You are the one I want, Hwoarang. You and nobody else."

"Hwoarang... I'd rather get up at a quarter to four and wake up next to you, than sleep till the morning..."

That last one was a sacrifice the redhead would never make himself. He doubted he'd be able to, even if he tried. Still, that voice... it sounded vaguely like Jin, but wasn't his voice deeper?

He shook his head, gathering his wits about him. 'I must be going nuts. The man I love declares his love for me, and I'm stuck here alone wondering if I remember his tone of voice correctly?' Pulling himself together, he decided to go find the young Japanese. Just had to eat his food first; while hungry, he was a lot more irritable, and irritable wasn't good right now.
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