Sandra: My first Tekken Story, and it's an AU, I know people don't really do much AU for Tekken but oh well.
I'm a little new to Tekken despite it's so old, so a few things might be a little OOC or wrong.
By the way, Ling will be much older for many purposes of the story.
"Come on Jin!" Cried a hyper Chinese girl as she constantly tried to drag the male known as Jin, out of his apartment.
"No! I am NOT going to no club, I don't have time for that kind of stuff. Let go of me! Ling Xiaoyu, let me go, or I will have to hurt you." Jin said, trying to yank his arm away from the girl known as Ling Xiaoyu.
"You won't hurt me, you never had and never will, now come on! Loosen up for once!" Ling said, managing to drag the male closer to the door.
"And, why may I ask, do we have to go to this club 'Blood Talon'?" Jin asked, raising an eyebrow, whilst looking at the flyer in his free hand.
"What's the matter Jin? Afraid? They're not going to draw blood from you. It's just the clubs name!" Ling said, getting closer to her destination: the door.
"But why a gay club?" Jin asked.
"Cause, idiot, YOU are gay." Ling said, mere inches away from the door handle.
"Who said I'm gay?" Jin asked, glaring at the girl.
"Well, you never dated a girl in the whole of your 19 years of life, never shown any INTEREST in any female species, and you definitely need to get laid!" Ling said, turning around and smirking.
"I…" Jin was speechless, it was true, "I hate you." Jin said, head bowed low as he was dragged out onto the streets.
"Don't worry, the club don't open till 8:00, we still got 2 hours to spare, meaning 2 hours to get you an outfit." Ling said, taking her friend to do a little bit of shopping.
"If I didn't know you since birth, I would've killed you already." Jin growled, Ling just grinned as she entered a store.
"Right, you wait here, I'll go get my friend." Ling said as she exited to the backroom, Jin looked around the store, a store of clothes perfect for clubs, sighing he saw a few couches and took a seat.
"There he is! Jin!" Jin looked up to see Ling dragging another man other to him.
"This is the store manager Eddy Gordo. Eddy, this is your client for today!" Ling said, introducing the two briefly.
"I take it as he's a newby. Very well." Eddy said, pulling Jin up and dragging him over to the four side by side full length mirrors.
"We're going to need something that says 'I'm not a whore, but I wanna get laid.'" Ling said, popping up behind the two.
"What the-" Jin tried to turn to look at Ling, but got turned back to stare at the mirrors.
"A newby and a virgin, surprised, considering his looks and build, that's fine." Eddy said, walking off for a moment, Jin turned to see Ling looking through the wracks of clothes innocently and looked at him, giving him a small smile and wave.
Jin growled, but then got turned back to the mirrors by Eddy.
"Right, I'm thinking skin tight, definitely leather, and boots, yeah." Eddy said, tapping his chin, before grabbing a selected few items of clothing and shoving Jin into the changing rooms.
"Come on Jin, hurry up!" Ling cried, sitting outside Jin's changing room.
"No way." Jin said.
"Come on! Don't make me come in there!" Ling said, Jin sighed and walked out.
Clad in midnight blue skin tight leather pants, a skin tight vest shirt under a black shirt with the buttons undone. On his feet with his trousers tucked into the black zip up boots, a few chains hanging off the boots.
Ling gasped, Eddy walked over and looked at Jin, tapping his chin before walking over to a part of shop and then back to Jin, putting on a thick silver chain and bracelet onto the male.
"Perfect." Eddy said, Ling squealed.
"Thanks Eddy. Jin, go to the till and pay then meet me at my house." Ling said, running out the store, Jin sighed and went to the till, but when he saw the amount of money he had to pay, a vein started throbbing in his head.
"LING!!!!!" Jin cried.
By the time it was 8:00, the two were queuing up waiting to get into the club, by then Jin was still growling.
"Aww, come on Jin, don't be mad." Ling said, putting on her best puppy dog eyes, and it worked, Jin sighed.
"Next time you want to buy an outfit, make sure we buy it somewhere cheaper." Jin said, running a hand through his hair. He looked at Ling's outfit, a mini denim skirt, a netted shirt so that her bra was slightly visible, stiletto shoes making her slightly taller, and a choker. Her hair still in the same pigtails style.
"You look nice." Jin said, smiling at his childhood friend. Ling giggled.
"We're in!" Ling said, dragging Jin into the club. They took a seat in the corner and watched the people on the dance floor move.
"Come on Jin, let's dance!" Ling said, Jin shook his head, Ling pouted, but got up and went onto the dance floor.
Jin watched the sweaty bodies grind and sway to the music when people started forming a big circle in the middle, Jin, being quite curious, got up and pushed to the front to see what's going on, in the middle was two groups of people.
"Think your boys can outdo mine?" Jin lip read from one guy.
"I didn't say that, I just thought we could place a gamble on it." Jin lip read from another guy, one with ginger hair pulled back by a pair of goggles.
"How much?"
"How about 50?"
"Make it 100."
"150"
"500"
"Done." The ginger haired male said.
The other group started putting on a dance in the middle of the circle, the crowd cheered and hooted. When they finished, they signalled for the other group the start.
The ginger haired male shrugged and turned to his boys, leading them into the middle, then unknowing to everyone around apart from Jin who did notice, the ginger haired male clicked his fingers and the tune changed, and they danced, grinding against each other, brake dance, swaying, all of them in time with one another, the crowd was going wild. The other male's eyes widened, the ginger haired male smirked and out stretched his hand, the guy growled and paid up, then left the club. The club merged together once again.
Jin was about to walk back to his seat when someone grabbed his hand and pulled him into their chest, making Jin sway to the music against them.
"I noticed you." The voice said into his ear.
"Who…" Jin was cut off when he got spun around to look into the eyes of the ginger haired male.
"The name's Hwoarang." He said.
"Don't you want to dance with me?" He asked, Jin tried to pull away.
"I might shame you up if I dance by you." Jin said cockily, smirking at the male.
"You watched my performance, you have some gut to say something like that." Hwoarang said, placing his hands on his skin tight vest clad hips.
Jin turned away and was about to walk off when Hwoarang grabbed hold of his hand once again.
"I'll challenge you." He said, clicking his fingers, the crowd started splitting, leaving just the two of them in the middle.
"How much?" Jin said.
"Whatever we want. I win, your mine to do with whatever I want." Hwoarang said grinning.
"If I win?" Jin asked.
"Whatever you want." Hwoarang answered.
"Jin? What are you doing?" Ling yelled, Jin looked over to his friend and took off the shirt and threw it over to her.
"Keep that for me, I paid good money for it." He said, revealing his toned muscles, the skin tight vest shirt showing off every muscle it was trying to conceal.
Hwoarang licked his lips, noticing his skin tight jeans getting tighter.
"Your mine." He said, and started dancing, moving along to one of the poles located in the club. When he finished his dance, Jin gulped, a mass of feelings ran through his body that he never felt before.
When the track changed, Jin didn't move, the crowd started booing and Hwoarang smirked, he won. For only a split second though as Jin started moving to the music, hands running along his body seductively as he closed his eyes and let his body do the work, his moves speeding up when the tune would get faster, and slow down with the music. His feet took him towards a cage like wall, his hands crashing against the metal fence as his eyes shot open, he growled and smashed the fence once more as the track came to a close.
Hwoarang was mesmerised.
"I believe that was a tie, looks like our Blood Talon himself has a rival." The DJ known as Steve Fox cried.
When Jin came back over to his corner, he saw Ling sitting there holding his shirt, taking the black piece of material, he slipped it on and took a breath.
"I didn't know you could dance." Ling said, blinking.
"You never asked." Jin said, turning to the girl and smiled.
"Come on, let's go." Jin said, getting up and dragged Ling out of the club.
"So…found anyone interesting?" The Chinese girl asked, tilting her head.
"Nope…none at all." Jin said, as he buttoned up the black shirt, which was long enough to hide the real truth.
Meanwhile, back in the club, in the back rooms, Hwoarang sat there, taking a breather.
"Well, well, what are you doing back here before midnight?" Steve asked as he walked over.
"Haven't you got a club to be mixing for?" Hwoarang asked as he turned to his blonde friend.
"Nope, Craig took over." The blonde male said, taking a seat next to his friend and boss.
"So, what did you think of that guy?" Steve asked.
"What guy?" But Hwoarang knew exactly who his British friend was talking about.
"You knew, the one who almost out did you." Steve said, giving a friendly punch.
"So?"
"I'll beat him, he will be mine." Hwoarang said, smirking before taking a gulp of his drink.
"But I'll have to pay a small visit to an old friend of mine." He said, getting up and helping up his blonde friend.
"Come, we still got the whole night against us, can't let the crowd down." Hwoarang said before leaving the backroom with Steve, and started dancing until they shut.
"Did you even catch his name?" Steve asked.
Hwoarang thought back…
He smirked.
"Jin…" He muttered, remembering the name the Chinese girl called out.
"What?"
"His name's Jin." Hwoarang said smiling.
TBC----------------------------------------->
Sandra: What do you think then? It's been so long since I wrote a fanfic at all, so be nice, and review! Please no flamers as this IS my FIRST Tekken story.