Plot: What made the new head of the Mishima Zaibatsu so bitter that he sows chaos everywhere? Once Jin Kazama has been betrayed, is it ever possible to win his trust back? Or maybe it's too late and the Devil Gene has completely taken over him... Set between King Of Iron Fist Tournament 5 and KOIFT 6. Yaoi. Jin x Hwoarang. Hwo's POV.
You have to take into account that in my story, Jin and Hwoarang lived together after KOIFT 5.
Rated T for now, but maybe I'll have to change that into M later...
Disclaimer: Nope, Jin and Hwoarang, and all the other Tekken characters are not mine, unfortunately! They belong to Namco!
Oh, and if thinking of Jin and Hwo as a couple makes you sick, then just don't read! :)
Please bear in mind that I'm French, hence the English mistakes! ;-)
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CHAPTER ONE.
Hwoarang, you were the only one I thought would never betray me.
Those words echo in my head and still hurt as hell.
It's been three months since the only person I've ever loved in this fucking world told me those few words.
The only person who ever understood me.
The only person who made me feel alive.
And I betrayed him.
If it hadn't been for my fucking pride, I would have run after him the minute he closed the door behind him, and begged forgiveness. I would have broken down at his feet if necessary, told him the words he had longed to hear and that I never dared to say right out loud. But I just let him go. Jin Kazama isn't the forgiving type anyway…
I close my eyes and the images of that bloody night come back to haunt me.
He was on a business trip in the States. An important deal for the Mishima Zaibatsu, something to do with Texas natural resources. To be honest, I never understood a word of his business activities and never really cared about it, actually. He had been gone for only two days when I went back to my old habits. Go out to a club, get drunk, get involved in rubbish gambles and fights and hook up with sexy ladies.
Why did I do that? I have no idea. I could blame it on the fact I felt so lonely and sad without him –which is true-- and that I just needed to drown my sorrow in alcohol but that would be too easy. The truth is that I never really managed to get rid of my old demons. However, I had all I had always dreamt of but had long lost hope to ever have.
Someone who cared about me.
Someone to whom my existence actually meant something.
Someone who loved me for what I am.
Someone who I loved more than anything on Earth.
Someone who trusted me.
Trusted. Me.
And yet I fucked everything up.
The thing is that I was screwing some brainless insignificant bitch I had brought home, in OUR bed, when Jin, who wasn't supposed to be back home before five days, appeared in the doorway. It took me a few seconds to notice his presence and I'd rather not imagine which insanities he heard from my mouth before he dropped his suitcase on the floor. The sound made me look up. I gasped in horror and the bitch giggled.
"Wooh ooooh! A jealous boyfriend!"
I glared at her so intensely that she realized her statement was actually right and her grin faded.
I pulled the sheet that had slid of the bed over my bare body, not that he hadn't seen me naked before –he knew my body by heart, from the huge beauty spot on my butt to the tiny scar under my left eye- but I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear…
Jin's expressionless chalky-white face gleaming in the semi-darkness made my blood freeze in my veins.
"Hwoarang, you were the only one I thought would never betray me"
I force my eyes open.
Three months.
An eternity.
I can still hear his footsteps and the door closing.
So many times I considered leaving that dull, silent place which once was our love nest, but I never made up my mind because of this tiny hope I've kept that he would eventually come back to me…
He never did.
And yet he still pays the rent. Why?
I grab the TV remote and press the power button.
Evening News.
Same old story every day for nearly... three months.
Riots, air raids, entire villages razed to the ground, corpses, chaos.
And flags bearing the Mishima Zaibatsu's new emblem, so familiar to me, floating proudly above the ruins all over the world.
The images are fucking scary, but what scares me even more is to think of the man who pulls the strings.
Jin… What have I done to you?
Thanks for reading!
