First Tekken story (and first story of a video game), here we go!
So... Tekken and I have a history, of some sorts. I used to play Tekken when I was little. Tekken 5 was my first (and favorite), then T4 (these two on the Playstation), and T6 on the Xbox. After playing those, I kind of abandoned it and began playing other stuff (I'm not exactly into frighting games per se, with MK and Tekken being the exception). Recently, the fever came back with T7 (I'm a bit disappointed with the game, but I'm not gonna start on that one :/ ) and with it, my HUGE fucking crush on Jin Kazama.
I love Jin Kazama. I'll say it a hundred times, I don't care. IloveJinKazamaIloveJinKazamaIloveJinKazamaIloveJinKazama-
I know what he did in T6 was WRONG in capitals, BUT HE HAD GOOD INTENTIONS I SWEAR. I know people hate him and say he was jerk and blah, blah, but I'll defend the guy 'til the day I die.
I used to ship him with Hwoarang, though I'm not particularly fond of the guy, but the pair is sexy and I needed to write something about them.
Note: This story takes place in Tekken 5, Hwoarang's ending.
Anyways, ENJOY and PLEASE review! It helps a lot!
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken nor Jin (*cries*). i wanna own jin for my bday wahh.
The King of the Iron Fist Tournament
A Devil's Promises
Jin Kazama/Hwoarang
I
Hwoarang has never seen anything like it before. Never before in his usual intrepid life has he seen a creature like the one before him now.
A full-blown demon with large horns, black eyes as the depth of an abyss and an odd tattoo all over its face.
But it had Jin's face. Jin's body. It was Jin, partly. He knew it.
Jin… no, that thing, sauntered towards the redhead with an evil and twisted expression on his face. Hwoarang knew it wanted to fight him and he never declines a fight, no matter who or what his opponent is.
The Korean's legs trembled as he stood from the burning tar of the road, unsteady and wounded. Each muscle in his body ached from the explosion of his bike and his inevitable fall.
He was aware of the odds. This thing approaching him emanated nothing but power and pure evil. He didn't stand a chance, not in his current condition.
But he didn't care. He will take it down with him to the grave. He's not going to allow that bastard Kazama have the upper hand on him, devil or no devil.
-"You stupid… come on!"- He shouted, lunging at the devil with full force, his fist tightly clenched.
But the beast merely skidded to the side to avoid Hwoarang's incoming attack and grabbed his face with one hand. He lifted him up and Hwoarang kicked both legs at him, none having any effect. His skull rankled as the devil's claw dug into his skin, but he kept kicking furiously until the creature snapped and threw Hwoarang against a blazing car with an unnatural force. The metal lining of the vehicle bent at the impact and the redhead gaped his mouth to gasp for air as the pain overwhelmed his rear. All he inhaled, however, was the distasteful smell of burnt metal and smoke. He coughed laboriously and looked up. His vision blurred, but he could see the faint silhouette of Jin approaching him again.
No, not Jin, Hwoarang! Get it right, damn it!
Hwoarang stood again, groaning while placing his hand on his back like an elderly. In a flash, the devil flew towards him into a series of punches that Hwoarang managed to block or dodge only the half of. The rest landed on either his face, his abdomen, his arms, or on the already ruined car. His foe finished the set of punches with a swift, but hefty strike to his gut. Hwoarang was left breathless and spitting blood as he fell on his knees and wrapped both arms around his abdomen.
His body was screaming in pain, but he didn't quit. He didn't cry. He forced himself up again only to have his rear handed to him.
-"Stubborn fool."- It spoke with a subtle sneer and Hwoarang's ear ringed painfully. It was so familiar to Jin's, yet so void and metallic.
No, no, no! That's not Jin, dumbass! Hwoarang lectured himself again.
-"I will kill you where you stand,"- The beast attacked again with a speed incalculable to Hwoarang's eyes. He prepared himself for defense, crossing both arms before him, but the hit from the devil broke past his defense and kicked the side of his rib cage. Before Hwoarang could further defend himself, the evil enmity gripped his throat and pushed him down against the roof of the car, -"Die."
Hwoarang fumbled for his escape, struggling to break off the seize on his throat, but it barely budged. He groaned and coughed, watching with fury as the devil sneered at him while tightening his grasp on his throat, blocking his airway and thus rendering him breathless and wheezing for air. Dark dots began to form across his vision and he felt his neck swelling up each second that passed. Hwoarang hated the fact that the last face he will see before his imminent death… will be his. He will die a loser.
No, no… not to him!
Hwoarang eyes stung as his life dimmed away slowly and painfully. He felt a thin trail of wetness slipping past his eyelids to the edge of his jaw.
Damn it, he swore to himself. It wasn't supposed to end like this. He didn't want this. He never did. I'm such a loser… huh, Jin?
Hwoarang wanted to say so much; his regrets, his achievements and losses… but alas it wouldn't reach Kazama's ears. He couldn't speak anyways. He couldn't even breathe, for starters.
With no strength to fight back whatsoever, he waited for death, but it didn't come.
-"No…"
Hwoarang heard the hollow voice again before his body fell to the boiling ground with a thud.
-"No, no, no…!"- It spoke again.
With struggle, Hwoarang rose his head from where he laid and spotted the devil's foggy silhouette clutching its hair and spinning on the spot like a madman. It then proceeded to hit its own head and babbling nonsense.
-"J… Jin?"- Hwoarang murmured with a hoarse tone before his head dropped against the pavement, losing consciousness.
THANK YOU FOR READING! PLEASE REMEMBER THAT IT'S MY FIRST TEKKEN FIC AND A OVERALL VIDEOGAME STORY SO FEEDBACK IS MUCH APPRECIATED! :'D