Insanely short drabble. Jin/Hwoarang. First attempt at this. Set before Tekken 6 events.
[ps: OMG, this is such a huge fail. Written in 10 minutes after listening to Vanilla Twilight by Owl City. R&R plzz ? they make me happy . :D ]
On Top Of The World
Jin/Hwoarang
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They say it's lonely at the top. It's only ever worse when you're actually up there.
I watch from my throne the ordinaries in civilian clothing--any of them could easily be my enemy, though--running errands, working, eating, and busying themselves with lovers. I am suddenly jealous; they are so… carefree. Even though there is the worldwide war I have waged, they manage to live, while I wait silently for my moment.
I miss the simpler days, when I could hold him in my arms. When I could press my lips unto his, and he mine. When I could lie awake and watch him sleep after making love.
But now he hated me—though I would, too. I could exact revenge on my father, grandfather, and anyone who had ever wronged me—at the cost of my friends and he, the only one to ever really love me.
If I said it was worth it, I'd be lying.
He is what keeps me awake now; every time I blink, I see his eyes, the condescending look in them that he had the last time I saw him. It pains me to know that I have lost him. The guilt could swallow me whole. I want so bad to take him into my arms, and weeping, cry out "I'm sorry."
He is what keeps me going now; every time I want to stop, I feel his tenacious grin, and hear him in my head: "You moron, you're gonna stop now?"
His kicks bruise me, his eyes burn me, and everything about him makes me want to vomit my insides out—yet his lips release the fiery passion engulfing the entirety of my sad, black soul.
I want so much for you to be here with me, to alleviate my sadness in the slightest.
Then I remember your hatred for me, for starting the war. Something is burning behind my eyes, and it causes my vision to blur. I hold it back, and look out to the vast domain I will wreak havoc on.
I wait here, upon my lonely throne, and manage to choke out your name. A solemn tear streaks my face as I do.
"Hwoarang."
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Oh god, that was terrible. Just had to write this though, otherwise I'd completely forget about it! I'm going to refine this, so don't worry. ((: