Author's Note: I've always wanted to write a story based on the Jin/Hwoarang couple. I consider this story AU because even though the storyline is based around the Tekken one (That being, Jin confronting Kazuya, Heihachi, etc) that does not necessarily mean that my story will be as canon as the game series.

Genre: (IMPORTANT) Being a yaoi, there will be scenes that will be regarded as homosexual and that aforementioned characters will act in that manner. That's why it's a YAOI. If you do not like Yaoi or AU fics, I suggest that you leave now. There will also be scenes of drug abuse, strong language, violence and emotional scenes. These are the reasons that I have given the story an M rating. However, if any of the readers are offended or concerned by any of the fic's contents, please do not be afraid to tell me :)

I really hope you enjoy my HwoaJin story "All In The Family" and I cannot wait to share the future chapters with you :)

Chapter One: The Edge

"It's beautiful," Hwoarang said in a hushed tone, looking up at the moon.

"It is okay," Jin answered, unimpressed. He turned slowly to face the Korean; little waves rolled away from his movement and broke against Hwoarang's skin. The Japanese youth's eyes looked ghostly in his calm face. He twisted his hand up so that he could twine their fingers together beneath the surface of the water. It was warm enough that his soft skin did not raise goosebumps on the Korean's paler skin.

"But I wouldn't use the word beautiful," he continued. "Not with you standing here in comparison."

Hwoarang half-smiled, then raised his free hand - it didn't tremble now like it did before - and placed it over Jin's heart. Jin shuddered the tiniest bit under his lover's warm touch. His breath came rougher now. "I said we would try," Jin whispered, suddenly tense. "Wh-What if I do something wrong?" His eyes never lost contact with his lover's own. "If I hurt you, you must tell me at once."

The Korean nodded solemnly, keeping his eyes on Jin's. He took another step through the calm water and leaned his head against Jin's shoulder. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. "We belong together." He was abruptly overwhelmed by the truth of his own words. This moment was so prefect, so right, there was no way to doubt it.

Jin's arm wrapped around the Blood Talon, holding the Korean against him. It felt like every nerve ending in his body was a live wire. "Forever," he agreed, and then pulled them both gently into deeper water. "Until the end of the world..."

Hwoarang squeezed his eyes shut, tears streaming down his cheeks.

A year had passed since that fateful night. A year since the one person Hwoarang relied on to keep him chained to this Earth had disappeared. He was rumored dead, because surely if Jin were alive, he would have returned by now or at least made his presence known to the Korean. Hwoarang knew that Jin had felt the same way about him. At least...he thought he did. Wouldn't Jin have come for him sooner if he were alive?

The Blood Talon had been drowned so much by his grief and now he was too deep to be rescued by anything human; anything living. As long as his Jin was with him, Hwoarang could just about manage life without succumbing to suicide. Hwoarang had been hearing voices for a while, nearly all from Jin. Not the real Jin, obviously, but from what memories of his beautiful voice the Korean had collected and hugged tight to his chest.

The voices had been speaking to Hwoarang for a while now, ever since his sanity was at breaking point, which was almost straight away when he'd heard of Jin's death. They comforted him. Whispered things. Nobody ever said fantasy was a crime, right? It was a sight to behold for any stranger who happened to walk past the Korean on the street, hearing him mumbling to himself as he tugged at the hood of his jacket that concealed his face - hollow cheekbones and lifeless eyes weren't much to look at. He didn't want anybody to see what he had done to himself.

But after what seemed like an eternity, Hwoarang had conceded, admitting defeat to the entity of his dead lover. Which brought him to edge of that jagged cliffside. The waves picked up as the Blood Talon paced, beginning to crash against the rocks, but there was still no wind. Everything whirled around him, but it was prefectly still where the Blood Talon stood. Farther out on the phthalo blue landscape, the waves were angrier than they were closer to the mainland.

"Hwoarang," a voice whispered.

The Korean smiled; just a tiny smile, but a smile all the same. Yeah? He didn't answer out loud, for fear that the voice would be blown away with the wind. Jin sounded so real, so close. Hwoarang could feel the true memory of that voice - the velvet texture and the musical intonation that made up the most perfect of all voices.

"Don't do this."

You expect me to carry on without you? I promised to be by your side for all eternity, Hwoarang reminded him. Now watch me keep that promise.

"Please. For me."

But I won't be with you any other way.

"Please." It was just a whisper in the blowing rain that tossed Hwoarang's hair and drenched his clothes - making him as wet as if this were his second jump of the day. It was not hard to convince himself that he didn't have time to search for another way - he wanted to jump. This was the image that had lingered in his head for ages. A release. He would finally be with Jin forever. This was it. This was what the Korean had dreamed of for a year.

The Blood Talon stepped forward.

"No! Hwoarang!" Jin was angry now, and the anger was so lovely to the Korean.

Hwoarang smiled and walked closer to the edge. The rock cracked beneath his feet and a few small boulders of limestone broke away, falling to it's fate at the bottom of the cliff. It smashed into oblivion. Hwoarang swallowed, knowing that he was going to resemble that rock in a few seconds...just a lot more bloody and covered in red water. "See you soon, Jin."

Hwoarang flung himself off the cliff.

With what felt like a baseball bat to his skull, Hwoarang's head broke the surface.

How disorienting. He'd been sure he was sinking.

The current wouldn't let up. It was slamming him against the rocks; they beat against his back sharply, rhythmically, pushing the water from his lungs. It gushed out in amazing volume, absolute torrents pouring from his mouth and nose. The salt made his lungs burn and his throat was too sore to take in any real breaths and the rocks were hurting his back. Somehow he stayed in one place, though the waves still heaved around him. Hwoarang couldn't see anything but water everywhere, reaching for his face.

"Come on, breathe!" a commanding voice ordered, wild with anxiety. That voice was so hauntingly familiar...

Hwoarang could not obey. The waterfall pouring from his mouth didn't stop long enough for him to catch a breath. The freezing cold water drowned his lungs, burning him from the inside out. The rock smacked into Hwoarang's back again, right between his shoulder blades, and another volley of water spewed out of the Korean's mouth.

"Breathe. Hwoarang, I am begging you. Please," the person whimpered.

Black spots swirled in the redhead's vision but his eyesight began to slowly regain composure. With one last splutter, Hwoarang's lungs were clear of the burning water and he groaned. Was he dying, then? He didn't like it - there was nothing interesting to see. No Jin. The sound of the crashing waves faded into the black and became a quiet, dragging lull that sounded like it was coming from the inside of the Blood Talon's ears.

With what little effort he had, Hwoarang sat up, rubbing his eyes and coughing, trying to ease the burning in his throat. The black spots began to fade as he blinked, trying to figure out where he was. The ground was soft and embracing beneath him, almost like sand. Looking around, but still in a daze, Hwoarang could only make out blurry grey shapes that were most likely the cliffs that surrounded the sea.

"Hwoarang?" A hand shook the redhead's shoulder gently. "Hwoa, baby, can you hear me?"

The Korean rubbed his eyes again and turned his squinting eyes to the blur that was speaking to him. Baby? Who was this guy? Nobody ever called him baby except for...Hwoarang stopped moving, his lips slightly parted, his eyes now wide, totally ignoring the stinging sensation that itched at him to close them again.

Jin Kazama gave a weak, hopeful smile and half-raised his arms.

Hwoarang was supposed to have felt a huge wave of relief wash over him. But this was not the case. It was the complete opposite. Completely forgetting that he was only semi-conscious, Hwoarang lunged forwards and started punching every inch of Jin that he could reach. "You - complete - bastard - Jin - Kazama!" He punctuated every word with a blow: Jin clambered backward, shielding his head with his forearms as Hwoarang advanced on his knees. "You - crawl - back - here - after - a - fucking - year - and...where's my spur? I'll slice your fucking throat open!"

As a shiny appendage appeared in Hwoarang's trembling fist, Jin's eyes widened and he grabbed the arm that thrust toward him. "Hwoarang, calm down!" he yelled, snatching the spur out of the redhead's hand. He pocketed it, knowing that Hwoarang could not get to it at that moment in time.

"I will not calm down!" Hwoarang hollered. Never before had Jin seen him lose control like this; he looked quite determined to get his revenge for Jin leaving him for all that time, when he was alive and breathing anyway! "Give me back my spur! Fucking give it back to me, you...you...traitor!"

Jin's eyes softened as that last word hit him like a lightning bolt sent from the hand of Thor. "Traitor...?"

"You're a fucking traitor, a deciever, a deserter," Hwoarang snarled, standing up and losing his balance a little from his dizziness. "You left me! I was this close," Hwoarang squeezed his thumb and index finger together, squinting in the bright light, "to killing myself! If you had come back, then I wouldn't have had to go through all that pain and suffering. There was no need for it anyway because you're fucking alive!" Hwoarang sang in sarcastic rejoice, throwing his hands up in the air. "You better have a good reson for being gone all this time, I'll tell you now..." he muttered, starting to pace.

Jin stood up in front of his lover, his hands coming to rest upon Hwoarang's shoulders. "Listen, Hwoa-"

Hwoarang shook them off with a snarl, running a hand through his wet hair. "Don't fucking touch me. You don't have the right or the authority."

"I wanted to come back sooner," Jin reasoned.

"You fucking liar," Hwoarang hissed. "I don't think that travelling back to Japan takes a fucking year. Why didn't you call me? I've been sending call after call after call to your cell phone and I-"

"Hwoarang, please!" Jin shouted, grabbing the Korean's collar, he pressed his lips to the Blood Talon's, inwardly smiling as the Korean ceased thrashing about in protest. Pulling away, he stared into the flaming depths that were his lover's eyes, noticing that the pupils were very dilated. "I am so sorry about not coming home sooner. I truly am. But if you just came with me so that I - we - can go back to Japan, I will tell you everything. As long as you tell me your story. Okay?"

The Blood Talon was conflicted. One half of his brain was telling him to beat the betraying asshole to death, whereas the other half was asking for more of what he had just gotten bestowed upon him. Hwoarang could still taste Jin's flavour on his lips as he stared at his adversary. He slowly nodded and, not even sure why he did it himself, reached out to take Jin's hand in his own.

"I'll tell you everything," Jin promised as they made their way up the hill whereby Jin's car sat patiently for his return.

"You'd better, Kazama," Hwoarang warned. "I'll tell you how golden my life was too while you were gone."

My first chapter. I think it went really well, don't you? :)