Despoilment
I didn't sleep very well last night.
I lay awake. Thinking. Imagining: how do I get my own back on that Xiaoyu chick?
A baseball bat. That was my initial notion. Maximum damage. Manual - much more quick and easier than Tae Kwon Do. I want to see her blood. I'd like to hear her scream, actually. Has she ever felt like that? Has she ever wanted to make me bleed? I'm pretty sure she hasn't - being oh-so goody-two shoes and all.
Do I kill her or not? That was an option I could take; that was certainly there. Yeah...But then, it's better if she lives, because if she's dead then she's dead. And the dead don't remember...and I fucking wanted her to remember.
I had then, a beautiful moment of clarity. Do I wanna go down for ten years? Nah. I don't think so. So it turned more towards: how do I make her...suffer? Without physically hitting her?
I know.
Maybe I'll tell her some...details...about her beloved Kazama.
A raise of the eyebrow. Hmm, she's very enthusiastic. Who would've thought it? All those scratch marks that Kazama left all the way down her back. Ouch.
How's the heartbreak, Xiao? Is it beating along nicely? How am I doing?
Ah! But then I thought: no, that's immature! That's childish, Hwoarang! Yeah, seeing as I never actually did anything in the first place. Not that I didn't think about it; any betrayed person would, but that Devil boy's got trouble written through him like a stick of rock.
And I'm not so stupid these days.
So, that's where I was - in a quandry. I'm not going to hit her, I'm not gonna sexually humiliate her, what's left?
I know!
Maybe the knowledge that she got it all wrong. That Xiao heard a piece of gossip and she didn't apply logic, she didn't think about it, she didn't ask questions, she was so paranoid and low in self-confidence that she turned into a moron. And the very fact that she thought this troubled teenager, her own boyfriend, who she's supposed to trust implicitly, would just throw himself at me like that?
What does that say about you, Kazama?
You may be big and strong, Jin...but you're not much of a man, are you?
...
...You know what?
...
...I feel better already.