Sumarry : Hwoarang reminisces memories about his adoptive father and another boy after an encounter with Jin Kazama... Rated R for language and suggestive themes. Jin X Hwoarang all the way ^__^.
A/N : Wow, I'm in a writing mood these days ^__^. I'm quite proud of this one hehehe ^________^. Hwoarang's POV. Note that in the flashback sequence, italics are flashbacks and normal characters are real-time events. Kinda complicated eh o_o;; ?
Reminiscence
I'm not spending my night alone. No way. I'm in this period of the night when I usually want human warmth. Nothing beats that on Earth. Spending the night in another man's arms.... can't really remember last time I did that. Was it before or after the Third Iron Fist Tournament? Think it was before... not sure. Or maybe during it.
Anyways... yeah, I think I'll hang out in bars tonight. Might drop by the new one that opened a few weeks ago since it's not very far from my appartement. I'm bound to find a guy there... unless it's one of those disco-playing gay bars. I loathe those. Disco music's so not my stuff. And feminine guys don't really turn me on.
I'm one to talk.
5'11", long red hair, slim... the gang always said I looked like a tall woman. True. The thing is that I just don't see myself with another guy like me. The answer to why I don't hang out in gay bars often.
Dah, there it is.
As soon as I enter, a lot of men turned their heads toward me. Some of them looked like real perverts and I really don't want to end up with – or like – one of them. At least they play good music. Marylin Manson, Sweet Dreams. "Sweet dreams are made of these..." how many time have I sung this song?
I made my way to the counter through the crowded area and sat on a chair. Best place to have a quick look around. Hmm... what could I order? Beer is tempting...
"Two Amarulas please." Male voice of course. But it seems quite familiar... let's turn around.
"KAZAMA?!" I'm freaking shocked. I mean.... out of all the guys out there, it's Jin Kazama that falls upon me. Come on.
"Good evening to you too Hwoarang."
And what the hell is he doing here? Thought the guy was straight... well I can be wrong. Or maybe he's just curious.
OK I got to admit it, he's HOT. Doesn't go much further than that. "Let's say I'm kinda surprised to see you in such a place."
"Want a drink?"
"Kazama, I won't fall for that."
"Who said I was picking you up?"
"You're a natural-born poor liar. The fact that you just ordered two Amarula glasses... I'm sure you didn't order them for yourself. So it has to be for someone else. And I'm someone you know."
"Heh... mind reading?"
"FACE-reading. Even your eyes tell it."
Another guy sits beside me. My type. He's not Asian though... American probably. He has light brown hair, blue eyes and stands at least 6'2". We engaged conversation quite fast, and soon I thought about going with him. I'd look at Kazama from time to time, trying to figure out what he would to if I actually went away with my guest.
Until I felt a firm grip on my left arm.
"Let's go Hwoarang."
"HEY HEY HEY!!! I HAD A DATE THERE!" Fuck, Kazama's stronger than I thought. Can't free myself... shit. Now where the hell is he dragging me...
"Just follow me. I won't hurt you, don't worry."
Geh.... nice. Sarcasticly nice.
We stopped by a park lit by the stars. A few couples were scattered here and there ; one by the pond, another one by the trees, two girls walking down the path to the street... "There we are."
I stood there without moving... it's like I knew this place, as if I came here already.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* FLASHBACK *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Daddy, look at the cute doogy! Can I play with it?"
A 7-year-old red-headed kid walked hand in hand with an older man through a green park, under the sun. The kid couldn't stop looking everywhere, and would sometimes chase dogs, insects and other things around.
"What kind of tree is that?"
"This one?" The man known as Baek Doo San pointed at a tree full of white, pinkish flowers.
"Yeah!"
"That's a cherry tree."
"Alright. And this one?"
"Hold on Hwoarang. Hwoarang?"
Hwoarang was now chasing a yellow butterfly, trying to catch it. He finally got a hold on it and admired the winged creature. "Look Daddy! A butterfly!"
The older man chuckled at the child's behaviour. He had always been active since he picked him up from the orphanage. "Yeah Hwoarang, I can see."
"What kind?"
"The yellow kind I think. But I don't remember the name... we'll check it out once we'll be back at the hotel. Alright?"
"Okay. Awww it flew away". The kid pouted slightly before trying to catch it again. "Come here butterfly! Come back!"
"Hwoarang... you OK?"
"Look Daddy! Look! Look what I found!"
Baek turned around. Hwoarang was holding a rock that shone under the sun's light. "Hehe... that's quite a nice rock you have there."
"I'm gonna keep it!"
Hwoarang fumbled in his pockets. The rock was still there. He felt his eyes water... he HAD been there before.
12 years ago, almost 13.
With Baek.
"That's a good idea kid." Baek went over to Hwoarang and ruffled his red hair before picking him up, which induced a laugh from the son he always wanted.
"Hwoarang?" Jin waved his hand in front of the other male's face. No reaction. "Hey, hey. Can you hear me?"
"It's good to see you again, Baek."
Hwoarang saw a smal, Japanesel female walking toward his father. Could she have been his mother? "Daddy, is it mommy?"
"Hwoarang.... no it's not... I'm sorry...." He hugged him "But she's a good friend of mine."
The tears that ran down on his cheeks alarmed the Japanese man. "Hwoarang... man are you okay?"
"Is that your son?" she asked Baek.
"Adoptive son. But my son nonetheless. His name his Hwoarang." He turned to the child. "Say "hi" to the lady, Hwoa."
"Hi..."
"He's a bit shy."
"I got a son too hehe."
As much has he wanted to remember the other boy's name, he couldn't.
Another child, about his age but a bit taller than him appeared in front of him. He had black, spiked hair, was wearing a blue t-shirt and black shorts. Thuis new kid seemed shy as well ; it was the first time he saw someone that had the Asian looks but didn't have black hair.
"How old is your son?"
"He turned 8 in January."
"Hwoarang will turn 8 in 3 weeks.."
"Maybe they could be friends."
The red-headed teen fell in Jin's arms, rested his head on his shoulder and sobbed silently.
"Wanna play?"
"Alright. Try to catch me!"
The Korean kid started to run ; after a little while, his Japanese playmate was a bit far and he slowed down. When he was about getting caught, he accelered his pace. Soon, they stopped chasing each other to focus their attention on a caterpillar eating a leaf.
"Daddy look! A caterpillar!" Hwoarang pointed at the critter in exitement. The other did the same.
"Mommy! Is it going to turn into a butterfly?"
"I think so dear."
"Okay." The Japanese boy turned to Hwoarang. " Hey, let's be caterpillars!"
"Alright!"
Baek chuckled at the sight of the two youngsters, crawling on the ground. Normally he'd warn Hwoarang not to get too much dirty, but he knew he wasn't with people of his own age often and let aside the detail.
Hwoarang clung on Jin's jacket and wasn't about to let go. The Japanese didn't know what to do at all ; his mind wandered, asking himself how long he could stay like this. Of course he didn't want to leave his "rival" in this state.
"Come on honey, we have to get going now."
"Aww.... please mommy! Not now..."
Both boys were about to cry as they looked at each other, then at their respective parent. Small hands grasped together.
"I hate breaking them apart, but we have to go..."
The redhead turned to his father with teary eyes. "I don't want to leave... Daddy... please..."
The raven-haired child grabbed his playmate into a protective hug. He really didn't want to let him go.
Hwoarang always hated good-byes, and so did the other kid.
He remebered he cried for an hour after that episode, if not more.
"Don't worry, I have feeling you'll see each other again someday." The lady had said that.
And still he hadn't seen him after all these years. 12 years... 12 long years.
Suddenly, he raised his head from the Japanese man's shoulder.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* END OF FLASHBACK *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"HWOARANG!"
I fell that my body is being shocked by a pair of strong hands and looked in front of me. I can't control my breath anymore, so stressed, so... desesperate. Where was that guy? What was he doing right now? Was he even still alive?
"God, you scared me... are you alright?"
"It's you, isn't it?" I finally managed to say between two sobs.
"What about me?"
"The kid in the park, 12 years ago..."
He pulled me into a hug, and whispered in my ear. "I knew you'd remember..."
He knew it. All this time he knew it... God I feel idiot. "I'm so sorry... about everything... please forgive me..."
The next thing I know – or feel – is that his lips are on mine.
Once again, I don't want to leave.
~To be continued...~
A/N : Cute, ne? Hey, I'm starting to like writing fluffy stuff! ^___^
A/N : Wow, I'm in a writing mood these days ^__^. I'm quite proud of this one hehehe ^________^. Hwoarang's POV. Note that in the flashback sequence, italics are flashbacks and normal characters are real-time events. Kinda complicated eh o_o;; ?
I'm not spending my night alone. No way. I'm in this period of the night when I usually want human warmth. Nothing beats that on Earth. Spending the night in another man's arms.... can't really remember last time I did that. Was it before or after the Third Iron Fist Tournament? Think it was before... not sure. Or maybe during it.
Anyways... yeah, I think I'll hang out in bars tonight. Might drop by the new one that opened a few weeks ago since it's not very far from my appartement. I'm bound to find a guy there... unless it's one of those disco-playing gay bars. I loathe those. Disco music's so not my stuff. And feminine guys don't really turn me on.
I'm one to talk.
5'11", long red hair, slim... the gang always said I looked like a tall woman. True. The thing is that I just don't see myself with another guy like me. The answer to why I don't hang out in gay bars often.
Dah, there it is.
As soon as I enter, a lot of men turned their heads toward me. Some of them looked like real perverts and I really don't want to end up with – or like – one of them. At least they play good music. Marylin Manson, Sweet Dreams. "Sweet dreams are made of these..." how many time have I sung this song?
I made my way to the counter through the crowded area and sat on a chair. Best place to have a quick look around. Hmm... what could I order? Beer is tempting...
"Two Amarulas please." Male voice of course. But it seems quite familiar... let's turn around.
"KAZAMA?!" I'm freaking shocked. I mean.... out of all the guys out there, it's Jin Kazama that falls upon me. Come on.
"Good evening to you too Hwoarang."
And what the hell is he doing here? Thought the guy was straight... well I can be wrong. Or maybe he's just curious.
OK I got to admit it, he's HOT. Doesn't go much further than that. "Let's say I'm kinda surprised to see you in such a place."
"Want a drink?"
"Kazama, I won't fall for that."
"Who said I was picking you up?"
"You're a natural-born poor liar. The fact that you just ordered two Amarula glasses... I'm sure you didn't order them for yourself. So it has to be for someone else. And I'm someone you know."
"Heh... mind reading?"
"FACE-reading. Even your eyes tell it."
Another guy sits beside me. My type. He's not Asian though... American probably. He has light brown hair, blue eyes and stands at least 6'2". We engaged conversation quite fast, and soon I thought about going with him. I'd look at Kazama from time to time, trying to figure out what he would to if I actually went away with my guest.
Until I felt a firm grip on my left arm.
"Let's go Hwoarang."
"HEY HEY HEY!!! I HAD A DATE THERE!" Fuck, Kazama's stronger than I thought. Can't free myself... shit. Now where the hell is he dragging me...
"Just follow me. I won't hurt you, don't worry."
Geh.... nice. Sarcasticly nice.
We stopped by a park lit by the stars. A few couples were scattered here and there ; one by the pond, another one by the trees, two girls walking down the path to the street... "There we are."
I stood there without moving... it's like I knew this place, as if I came here already.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* FLASHBACK *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Daddy, look at the cute doogy! Can I play with it?"
A 7-year-old red-headed kid walked hand in hand with an older man through a green park, under the sun. The kid couldn't stop looking everywhere, and would sometimes chase dogs, insects and other things around.
"What kind of tree is that?"
"This one?" The man known as Baek Doo San pointed at a tree full of white, pinkish flowers.
"Yeah!"
"That's a cherry tree."
"Alright. And this one?"
"Hold on Hwoarang. Hwoarang?"
Hwoarang was now chasing a yellow butterfly, trying to catch it. He finally got a hold on it and admired the winged creature. "Look Daddy! A butterfly!"
The older man chuckled at the child's behaviour. He had always been active since he picked him up from the orphanage. "Yeah Hwoarang, I can see."
"What kind?"
"The yellow kind I think. But I don't remember the name... we'll check it out once we'll be back at the hotel. Alright?"
"Okay. Awww it flew away". The kid pouted slightly before trying to catch it again. "Come here butterfly! Come back!"
"Hwoarang... you OK?"
"Look Daddy! Look! Look what I found!"
Baek turned around. Hwoarang was holding a rock that shone under the sun's light. "Hehe... that's quite a nice rock you have there."
"I'm gonna keep it!"
Hwoarang fumbled in his pockets. The rock was still there. He felt his eyes water... he HAD been there before.
12 years ago, almost 13.
With Baek.
"That's a good idea kid." Baek went over to Hwoarang and ruffled his red hair before picking him up, which induced a laugh from the son he always wanted.
"Hwoarang?" Jin waved his hand in front of the other male's face. No reaction. "Hey, hey. Can you hear me?"
"It's good to see you again, Baek."
Hwoarang saw a smal, Japanesel female walking toward his father. Could she have been his mother? "Daddy, is it mommy?"
"Hwoarang.... no it's not... I'm sorry...." He hugged him "But she's a good friend of mine."
The tears that ran down on his cheeks alarmed the Japanese man. "Hwoarang... man are you okay?"
"Is that your son?" she asked Baek.
"Adoptive son. But my son nonetheless. His name his Hwoarang." He turned to the child. "Say "hi" to the lady, Hwoa."
"Hi..."
"He's a bit shy."
"I got a son too hehe."
As much has he wanted to remember the other boy's name, he couldn't.
Another child, about his age but a bit taller than him appeared in front of him. He had black, spiked hair, was wearing a blue t-shirt and black shorts. Thuis new kid seemed shy as well ; it was the first time he saw someone that had the Asian looks but didn't have black hair.
"How old is your son?"
"He turned 8 in January."
"Hwoarang will turn 8 in 3 weeks.."
"Maybe they could be friends."
The red-headed teen fell in Jin's arms, rested his head on his shoulder and sobbed silently.
"Wanna play?"
"Alright. Try to catch me!"
The Korean kid started to run ; after a little while, his Japanese playmate was a bit far and he slowed down. When he was about getting caught, he accelered his pace. Soon, they stopped chasing each other to focus their attention on a caterpillar eating a leaf.
"Daddy look! A caterpillar!" Hwoarang pointed at the critter in exitement. The other did the same.
"Mommy! Is it going to turn into a butterfly?"
"I think so dear."
"Okay." The Japanese boy turned to Hwoarang. " Hey, let's be caterpillars!"
"Alright!"
Baek chuckled at the sight of the two youngsters, crawling on the ground. Normally he'd warn Hwoarang not to get too much dirty, but he knew he wasn't with people of his own age often and let aside the detail.
Hwoarang clung on Jin's jacket and wasn't about to let go. The Japanese didn't know what to do at all ; his mind wandered, asking himself how long he could stay like this. Of course he didn't want to leave his "rival" in this state.
"Come on honey, we have to get going now."
"Aww.... please mommy! Not now..."
Both boys were about to cry as they looked at each other, then at their respective parent. Small hands grasped together.
"I hate breaking them apart, but we have to go..."
The redhead turned to his father with teary eyes. "I don't want to leave... Daddy... please..."
The raven-haired child grabbed his playmate into a protective hug. He really didn't want to let him go.
Hwoarang always hated good-byes, and so did the other kid.
He remebered he cried for an hour after that episode, if not more.
"Don't worry, I have feeling you'll see each other again someday." The lady had said that.
And still he hadn't seen him after all these years. 12 years... 12 long years.
Suddenly, he raised his head from the Japanese man's shoulder.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* END OF FLASHBACK *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"HWOARANG!"
I fell that my body is being shocked by a pair of strong hands and looked in front of me. I can't control my breath anymore, so stressed, so... desesperate. Where was that guy? What was he doing right now? Was he even still alive?
"God, you scared me... are you alright?"
"It's you, isn't it?" I finally managed to say between two sobs.
"What about me?"
"The kid in the park, 12 years ago..."
He pulled me into a hug, and whispered in my ear. "I knew you'd remember..."
He knew it. All this time he knew it... God I feel idiot. "I'm so sorry... about everything... please forgive me..."
The next thing I know – or feel – is that his lips are on mine.
Once again, I don't want to leave.
~To be continued...~
A/N : Cute, ne? Hey, I'm starting to like writing fluffy stuff! ^___^