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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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When the food was finally on the table, Hwoarang dug in so impetuously, he'd have attracted glances if not for the fact that he was pretty much all alone in the area. Hungry didn't even begin to cut it, and with no one to watch, he couldn't care less about his manners. Not that he usually made all that much of an effort, but at least there was usually a design behind his breaches of etiquette. Now he just wanted food... and distraction. The thoughts roaming his head were much too uncomfortable for his tastes.

Halfway through the dish, Hwoarang recognized Jin's figure nearing the main reception carrying two huge bags. Seconds later, the Korean had gotten to his feet, walking as fast as he could without running. It didn't take long until he had made his way over, and he leant casually against the counter a good meter away. "Hey, Jin!"

There was no acknowledgement to be had. Jin remained silent, keeping his attention on the woman behind the counter, who was apparently explaining something. Her controlled movements and steady determination spoke of long experience, but the redhead doubted she could be more than a couple of years older than him. Her voice was calm; almost relaxing. However, it'd take more than that to resolve the knot Hwoarang's stomach was turning into. "... and I need you to sign here... and here."

"No problem." After signing the papers, Jin picked up his bags and headed for the exit, without sparing Hwoarang more than a quick glance.

The redhead cringed slightly before calling after him, trying to sound calm and friendly, and without being too loud. "Jin! What's going on?"

Stopping two steps after, Jin turned to face Hwoarang. His sad eyes touched something within the Korean, who felt forced to blink. Straining hard not to frown, he wasn't quite sure if he managed to avoid doing so. Seconds later, Jin shrugged lightly. "I'm leaving. Bye."

Unable to prevent himself from raising his voice, Hwoarang spoke loudly and quickly. "What do you mean you're leaving? The opening ceremony is tomorrow at noon, and your grandfather will literally kill you if you don't show up for your presentation! Heck, he'd kill me for not showing up for mine."

A vague grimace visited Jin's face briefly at the mention of his grandfather. Shortly after, he responded in an indifferent manner. "I'm not participating."

Hwoarang's jaw dropped as low as it could go. "What are you on about now? Of course you're participating!" This wouldn't even be a tournament without Jin, would it? He realised his own perspective might not be very objective, but he had always seen Jin as the important part of these competitions... he couldn't imagine one taking place without him even if he tried.

"I've done what I came here to do. It's pointless to stay." Jin said that as if this was the most obvious thing in the world; he seemed almost annoyed at having to spell it out. It looked as if he was about to turn around any moment.

The redhead's mouth was still open, and with his hands out to the side in a disbelieving gesture, he knitted his brows. "What?!" Staring at Jin, he still struggled to understand that this could happen.

After a sigh, Jin drew a loud inhale. "I told you yesterday. You forgot already?"

Hwoarang shook his head. The Japanese really was leaving? He felt increasingly guilty too, being strongly convinced that the whole thing was his fault. Frustration filled his voice, and there no longer was any doubt about his frown. "Oh, give me a break. You didn't think I'd believe that, did you?"

Jin shrugged. "The truth can be hard to believe sometimes. Anyway, I can't be bothered with this. Goodbye." With that, he turned around, and paced quickly through the exit.

'Shit, I didn't mean it like that...' After a moment of apathy, Hwoarang contemplated running after him to say he did believe him now, but ended up shifting focus to the woman with the papers in her hand instead. "Can you tell me what he signed?"

She looked up with a blank look, before apparently listening to his question long after it had been asked. With a friendly smile, she shook her head. "Oh, I'm sorry... I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Please?" Hwoarang leant closer, winked flirtingly, and noticed the woman blush ever so slightly. With a swift hand movement, he snatched the papers from her hand.

"Hey! Don't..."

Her voice was surprisingly sharp and demanding, but Hwoarang put a finger to her mouth. "Sshh, it's important, you don't understand... you'll have them back in a minute." He ran his eyes quickly over the headers, and knew exactly what they were for.

"No...." He blinked before his eyes wandered back over the first part of the form to memorise Jin's address. Then he left the papers on the counter, and both his hands hit his forehead with a loud smack. The woman coughed, and he turned his head with an apologetic look. "Hey, I'm sorry, but this way you didn't have to tell me anything."

She let out a deep, frustrated sigh. "It's... okay. Just never do that again, will you?"

Shaking his head as if he'd never consider doing anything of the sort again, Hwoarang continued in a calm, friendly fashion. "Certainly not. Listen, can I ask you something?"

Raising her eyebrows, her body language spoke of wanting him away as soon as possible. At this point he'd normally be looking for the red security button she'd press and prepare to make a run for it. However, the door was nearby, and she didn't seem likely to go down that route. Through an obviously forced calm, she enquired; "What do you want to know?"

Hwoarang paused. "Is there still a way for him to take part in the tournament?"

Obviously deciding that answering would be the fastest way to get rid of him, she responded quickly, still holding the papers in her hand. "Well, he can't have his entry back. I suppose he could have someone elses, but... do you think he wants to participate?"

From the way the question was asked, Hwoarang got the impression that if Jin changed his mind right now, he could still undo the withdrawal. He glanced towards the door, hoping to spot his rival so that he could try talking him into staying, but he found that the other man had already left. Frowning slightly, he shook his head again. "I'm starting to doubt that... thank you, Madam."

Her eyes had drifted on to the paperwork long time ago, but she spared him a quick "No problem." without looking up. The Korean briefly wondered whether she had bothered to listen to what he said, but his mind soon wandered on to something much more important.

'Is it all true, Jin? Did you come here for me this time? Did I just deny us paradise, because after hell, heaven was too good to be true? I need to talk to you. Worst case, it's just a game to you. I'll have to risk losing it, I guess. Because this.... I can't leave you like this. I can't leave US like this.'

Recognizing his emotions as self-pity, he took a deep breath to clear his mind, and talked defiantly to himself. 'You think this is goodbye? No fucking way, Jin. I'm coming after you, just you wait.' He felt himself harden with resolve, reaffirming his decision. This hadn't even started yet.

***

Hwoarang walked out of the door, scanning the sidewalk in both directions for any signs of the hooded figure. Not seeing him, he paced quickly down to the parking lot. Sliding his fingerless gloves on, he mounted his bike and set off for the city centre. He had a fair idea where to find Jin's apartment from the address, but took a detour as he needed to pick something up. Not having a lot of faith in actually getting that far, he nevertheless wouldn't turn up without a proper lubricant - after years of success against the odds, Hwoarang instinctively prepared for the best.

It wasn't too hard for him to find a shop dealing suitable oils; a telling neon sign in a back alley clued him in. Browsing the shelves, he found numerous bottles in all sorts of shapes. He cringed visibly when he realised the larger ones were referred to as "King Size" - that dumb, smelly Mexican was not exactly the association of his choice. Nevertheless, he ended up choosing one of them. After all, if he was going to need lubricant, he might end up needing quite a bit of it too.

Getting back on his bike, he practically doubled the speed limit for the rest of his trip. The cold air against his face calmed him like it usually did, and he was back to thinking strategy. Carefully weighing his options, he decided that everything on one card was the way to go. After all, last night had shown Jin was ready for most. The last thing Hwoarang wanted was to limit progress by being timid. 'Fuck, timid? Who do I think I'm talking to?' He chuckled to himself at the idea. Going over several ideas in his head, one struck him as more suitable to the Japanese's current mood than the others. In a way, it scared him, but he decided any increase to the chance of success was a good choice. And he couldn't imagine having better odds with any other approach.

When he got to his destination, he found a vacant parking space a block away from Jin's apartment. Watching the entrance from a distance, he noticed a cab pull up, and a while later, Jin exiting it. 'You only just got here? Wonder what took you so long... Well, whatever. I'll let you go in first.'

A few seconds after Jin had entered the building, Hwoarang crossed the street - and his fingers.
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