-1Disclaimer: Me, own Tekken? What are you a moron? I only own Squaresoft! Just kidding, don't sue me, I own nothing and you're not stupid.
Chapter One: Bitten
Jin Kazama stumbled into Mishima manor, tired after a long day. Who knew taking over the Mishima Zaibatsu was such hard work? As if kicking Heihachi and all of his collectable Kuma ceramic figurines wasn't bad enough, he had to banish the actual Kuma because the dumb bear had nearly eaten him out of house and home. Then there was Lili standing outside yelling some gibberish that had to do something with "My father!" Not to mention Nina bitching at him all day demanding a pay raise. And to top it all off, he had a feeling that Dragunov was stalking him.
"Stupid blondes." Jin muttered under his breath, slamming the door behind him. "And old people, and bears." He was beginning to wonder what Heihachi and Kuma would look like if he dyed their hair blonde when he noticed a crunching noise in the kitchen. Paling at the thought of Kuma raiding his fridge, he ran in without hesitation.
"Hey Kazama." Hwoarang greeted, raising his hand in a lazy nonchalance. "Good food." He gestured to a plate full of various hot meals taken from Jin's kitchen. Jin felt a vein bulge on his forehead.
"OUT!" He yelled, pointing to the door. Hwoarang shrugged before continuing to devour his meal. Jin let out a howl of rage before lunging for Hwoarang. Hwoarang, sensing danger immediately rose with his plate and ran from the angry man. They began running in circles around the table, and none of them had the sense to get out of it.
"Get the hell out of my house!" Jin yelled, swiping at Hwoarang's back. "Who let you in anyways!?" As if on cue, Asuka came down the stairs.
"Hey, Hwoarang, look at how stupid Jin looks in--oh, hi Jin." Asuka revised hastily, shoving something behind her back. Jin finally caught hold of the back of Hwoarang's tight shirt and yanked him towards him.
"Out!" Jin yelled again before throwing the Korean out of his house. Miraculously, he managed to catch all of his food on his plate. Asuka was at Jin's side almost instantly.
"Oh, come on, he's not making any trouble." She defended. "Besides, this is why you have no friends." Jin turned to her with an exasperated look.
"What are you doing in here anyways?" He asked. She froze, not able to think of a response.
"Uh…we're family?" She tried feebly. Jin threw her out right after Hwoarang.
"And stay out!" Jin finished, slamming the door. Hwoarang and Asuka dusted themselves off before standing to face each other.
"What now?" Asuka asked.
"I'm going back to my place, maybe make out with my girlfriend." He answered.
"You said that you didn't have a place to stay!" Asuka yelled indignantly.
"And hence got a free meal." Hwoarang explained as he swung a leg over his motorcycle. "I'll see you later." He left Asuka raging on Jin's doorstep.
"Family of weirdoes." He said under his breath, lifting his face to embrace the cool air. As usual, he was going way past the speed limit, not caring much for the red lights or angry pedestrians.
How could Hwoarang possibly know that a very important someone was waiting patiently to cross the street.
He was a bizarre looking man, with long blonde hair that fell to his waist, and a ghostly white complexion. His face was carved and angular, pleasing to look at, but made a little terrifying by his sharp, white fangs. He waited for the "walk" icon to appear.
"Finally." He said with a toothy grin, and proceeded to walk across the silent street. Well, it was silent.
"Outta my way lady!" Hwoarang yelled over the roar of his motorcycle, but it was too late. He crashed into the man, who remained standing. Hwoarang, however, was thrown off of his motorcycle on impact.
"Such carelessness, such stupidity!" the man yelled indignantly as Hwoarang struggled to get up. He looked up at the man, amazed that he wasn't hurt. The man saw his face, and his manner instantly changed.
"And such a face." He added smoothly, a slow smile spreading on his face.
"Whoa.." Hwoarang backed away, finally realizing that the man was in fact a man. "Sorry I hit you, but I don't want none of that." The man's sharp smile grew wider.
"Great, I love the resistance." He told him. Hwoarang decided that the man was most likely a man molester or rapist, and immediately ran in the opposite direction. The vampire was too fast.
"You really did come just in time." The vampire said as he lifted Hwoarang's neck to his face. "I was just starting to get thirsty." He informed him as he took a long drink. Thirst satisfied, he lowered the still Korean.
"Hm…better put him in a safe place before the sun comes up." He said aloud before hoisting him over his shoulder.
Much later…
Hwoarang woke up in his hotel room. It was just getting dark, and he wondered how long he had been out.
"What the hell happened?" He thought, trying to recall earlier events. All he remembered was a blonde man trying to bite him. He thought a little harder and remembered being vaguely aware of someone going through his wallet, looking for an address. "Ew!" He yelled, fully recalling the man. He shuddered and stood, surprised that he wasn't hurt at all from the crash, save for a pain on his neck.
"Oh god," He murmured in terror. "Please don't let it be a hickey." He ran to the mirror in his bathroom, only to see nothing. No reflection. "Dammit, how am I supposed to be able to tell if I have a hickey or not!" He yelled at the ceiling. Then his eyes caught sight of a note that had been taped to the mirror.
Dear Hwoarang (You'll have to tell me how to pronounce that when we meet again),
If you haven't already guessed, you're a vampire (courtesy of me), so here's some basic rules.
1. Don't go into the sunlight! It won't kill you, but it burns like hell!
2. When you feed, be discreet. We don't want witnesses (Usually you can take just small amounts at a time, then they won't turn into a vampire)
3. Garlic is now dangerous, so avoid it.
Well, that's pretty much it, I'll be in to check on you, enjoy vampire living!
Love,
Sasayaki
p.s. I thought you might be curious to know what you look like, so I took the liberty of drawing you.
Hwoarang flipped the note to see the sketch of a paler, red eyed version of himself. He shrugged before tossing both papers into the trash.
"Damn molester better hope he never comes back." He muttered. He was beginning to get a little sad at the thought of never entering another Tekken tournament without wearing a head-to-toe covered outfit, when something dawned on him.
He only entered the tournament to harass Jin. He was a vampire now. He grinned as the thoughts connected in his mind. "The possibilities are endless." Not wasting anymore time, he fled out of his room with inhuman speed.
Meanwhile…
Jin was enjoying a quiet meal when a thought occurred to him.
Where was Hwoarang?
It was unusual for Hwoarang to be anywhere else but around this general area when he was in town; he liked to make the most of it by harassing Jin. He could always hope that he just went home, but that wasn't very likely. He didn't like how quiet he was, and he remembered the time Hwoarang had said he would make out with his mom if it was the last thing he did. He shuddered when the doorbell rang.
"It can't be." Jin assured himself, going towards the door. He opened it, and there was an unnatural gust of wind, but no person. He leaned out of his doorframe, looking both ways and trying to find Hwoarang among the hedges.
"You did this two years ago!" Jin yelled a reminder before going back into his home.
"Yeah, I thought that one was kinda old." Jin spun to see Hwoarang leaning against a counter, looking at his fingernails.
"How the hell…" Jin took a closer look at Hwoarang. "What are you, albino now?" But he blinked, and his rival was nowhere to be seen.
"Hwoarang?" Jin asked, looking around the empty room. A bat fluttered overhead. Jin grabbed the broom and began swatting at it, but it was always out of reach. He finally threw the broom at it, and it fell to the floor.
"Asshole!" It yelled, and Jin leapt back.
"What the hell is going on here?" He asked in a panic. He blinked again, and Hwoarang was standing where the bat was, rubbing his head.
"You're gonna pay for that, Kazama!" He raged, and Jin noticed his fangs and grimaced.
"What did you do to yourself?" He asked. Hwoarang rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I did this to myself, think a little, moron, gosh!"
"Vampire!" It finally clicked in Jin's mind. He hastily pulled out a small vial of holy water and began splashing it on him.
"Ow!" Hwoarang complained as it singed his skin. "Why do you have holy water!?"
"I usually save this for Kazuya!" Jin said between splashing. Hwoarang hissed before disappearing out of the door. Jin pulled out his cell phone.
"Garlic!" He yelled into the phone. "I need garlic and lots of it!"
"I'll be back, Kazama!" Hwoarang announced from above, and Jin shivered.
End chapter
A/N: yes, I know, short, and not that funny, but hopefully it will get better. To fans of my other stories: yes, Tekken Interviews was deleted! Not by me, though, by admin. It was breaking too many rules. I also just wrote a one shot, Michelle's Super Messed Up Day, and finished The Race for Lee's Book, so check them out if you're bored.