Plot: Opposites attract. A fact proven right when Jin Kazama and Hwoarang are forced to team up for TTT2. Inspired by Hwoarang's TTT2 ending. Jin/Hwo slash with mentions of Kazuya/Lee.
Note: The story takes place just after the bike race between Jin and Hwoarang in the Korean's TTT2 ending. However, in this fanfiction, that "race" occurs before the tournament starts (on the day the fighters arrive at the hostel) and not at the end of the tournament. Also, I had to make a few changes from canon (i.e Jin not knowing Lars is his uncle) or invent some facts (Lars mother for example) but after all, TTT2 isn't canon ;)
Please note that the 1st chapter is kinda "crack", the following ones will be a bit more serious. ;)
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Tekken. Only on my PS3 and PSP, hehe.
Please keep in mind that I'm French, hence the English mistakes ;)
HAND IN GLOVE
"You can kick me, and you can punch me, and you can break my face, but you won't change the way I feel, cause I love you, and is it really so strange?" ~ The Smiths ~
CHAPTER 1 – Think you're funny, Kazama?
As he stepped into the hostel bar, Hwoarang understood why the building had been so deserted. The room, decorated like a welcoming Irish pub, was crowded. The music –good old Led Zeppelin sound, he noticed – was loud, but still not loud enough to drown out the noisy chatter that filled the place. The whole atmosphere contrasted with the calm and dull labyrinth of corridors the Korean had just explored. As memories of his nightlife in Seoul were swamping him, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile. His Master, Baek Doo San, had done his best to put him back on the right track, but old demons die hard.
Anyway, he hadn't come here for alcohol or wagers. He scanned the room. Familiar faces. All of them were there for the same reason he had just flown all the way to Japan. Tekken Tag tournament 2. Kazuya Mishima was playing poker with Lee Chaolan, Paul Phoenix and Marshall Law, and judging by his face, he wasn't winning. Grinning from ear to ear, Steve Fox was playing darts with Lili Rochefort and Asuka Kazama. Christie Monteiro seemed to be explaining samba moves to Julia Chang. Empty bottles of beer lay strewn on Bryan Fury's table. A man with black spiky hair was sitting at the bar with his back turned. Hwoarang narrowed his eyes. He walked over to the other man in a determined pace and firmly poked him in the shoulder.
"Oi Kazama! Think you're funny, asshole?!"
Jin Kazama didn't have to turn around to know who had just addressed him. He had seen this coming and had actually been waiting for this. The image of Hwoarang being arrested by Lei Wulong during their bike race earlier this evening came back to his mind and he had to bite his lower lip not to laugh. He hadn't had so much fun in... Well, he couldn't even remember. He took a sip of his tea.
"Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you!" Hwoarang yelled so loud he drew the attention of everyone in the room.
Jin took a deep breath and turned around on his stool.
"Hwoarang! Good to see you again. Is there something wrong?" He asked in a friendly and courteous tone. He knew this was going to infuriate the Korean even more, but he couldn't help it. Hwoarang was so easy to tease.
"Like you didn't know, you bastard!" Hwoarang growled. "I have to pay a fine of 12 000 yen thanks to you! You know, we're not all rolling in money like you, Posh Spice!" (1)
"I'll pay your fine, if that's what you're getting at," Jin offered calmly, ignoring the insults on purpose.
Hwoarang was boiling inside. Damned Kazama! The Japanese's eternal equanimity had never ceased to annoy him.
"Stick your money where the sun doesn't shine, Kazama! I don't need charity!"
"What are you whining about, then?"
"My, my... You two sound like an old married couple. Isn't it lovely?" Lee Chaolan said in a detached tone as he was patting Hwoarang on the back.
Hwoarang slapped his hand away and shot daggers at him.
"Shut up, Chaolan! I don't swing that way! Just because you let your foster brother screw you doesn't mean everyone is as pervert as you, you know?"
At the next table, Kazuya Mishima nearly choked on his whisky.
"What the hell are you talking about, you damn brat?!" he yelled at the Korean.
"Oh, come on! Don't try to deny it! That swing in the park during the last tournament, does that ring a bell? I saw the both of you doing things I'd rather not remember!"
"Aww... Such good memories... It's amazing all the things you can do on a swing..." Lee stated in a melancholic tone as he sparkled a cigarette to life.
"Making out in a park, eh?" Lei Wulong stepped in. "You guys know it's punishable by law, right?"
"Hey, don't start again, ponytail!" Hwoarang snarled.
"Kazuya! Is that true? You and Lee?!"
Heihachi Mishima had grabbed his son by his collar and had lifted him up to his face.
"No offense, Heihachi," Paul Phoenix spoke, "but, you only realise that now? Really? I mean, it's been common knowledge since the first King of Iron Fist tournament! Even Jun knew about it! Time to update, grandpa!"
"You filthy scum! I'm gonna throw the both of you off a cliff!" Heihachi shouted at Kazuya and Lee.
"Not me, old bat!" Kazuya scowled as he freed himself of his father. "Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt. Gotta be more creative!"
Heichachi rolled his eyes at him.
"What about you? Aren't you tired of repeating the same old things for more than 45 years? Let me guess, next you're gonna complain about Lee who went to study in the States, right?"
"Exactly!"
"Aww... Such a jealous little baby!" Lee purred as he pinched Kazuya's cheek. "You know I love it when you get all jealous, bro? It turns me on! I'll be waiting for you in your room, honey pie!"
He exhaled smoke in a provocative way and left, leaving Kazuya and Heihachi furious.
"You're disgusting!" Heihachi spat. "And I mean it for you too, Jin. If you were to fuck another man, you could have at least picked one who wasn't Korean! (2) Well, at least, the Kazama line won't spread!"
Jin clenched his fists in anger and opened his mouth to say something when a dark silhouette appeared in the door frame. Jinpachi.
"HEIHACHI!" His voice was so powerful that the walls trembled and the room fell silent. "Who do you think you are to lecture your son and grandson that way? Do you think it's any better to fornicate with a Swedish girl and abandon her when she was three months pregnant? Don't you find it awkward to have a son who's barely older than your grandson?"
All eyes suddenly were on Lars Alexandersson. After all, he was the only Swedish guy around.
"What? The weirdo who's in love with the robot girl?" Hwoarang asked, breaking the silence.
"See," Ling Xiaoyu whispered as she nudged Alisa, "who was right, eh? I'd told you he loved you!"
"Jin, my boy," Jinpachi addressed his great grandson, ignoring the impact his revelation was having on everyone, "if you're happy with whatever that redhead's name is, then don't listen to those fools!"
"Hey, the name's Hwoarang!" the Korean snapped. "And with all due respect, there's nothing going on between me and Kazama! I don't fuck anyone, okay?!"
Lili Rochefort giggled at those words.
"What's up with you, frog?!" Hwoarang bawled.
"Well, you've just admitted you didn't fuck anyone, which makes you a virgin, that's cute!"
"I didn't say I never fucked anyone, you stupid bitch!"
"Oh, so you've never done it, honey? You poor thing... I can teach you a trick or two, you know?" Anna Williams interfered, caressing Hwoarang's cheek with the back of her hand. He was ready to call her all names when a woman with long blond hair appeared next to them.
"You're such a cougar!" Nina Williams told her sister, a look of utter disgust on her face.
"Speak for yourself, sis! We all know why you accepted to work for Jin in the first place! You have the hots for him! Isn't he the same age as your son, huh?" she sneered.
"Bitch!" Nina rushed at her sister.
"Hey, can we fight only once I'm done with this kid, please?" Anna said as she stopped her sister's fist and came dangerously close to Hwoarang's lips.
"STOOOOP!" A panic-stricken Steve Fox shouted as he put himself between Hwoarang and Anna, preventing her from kissing the redhead. "Just don't... don't kiss him... this is... not... good..." the boxer mumbled.
"Thanks, mate, but I wouldn't have let her. You shouldn't take things to heart like that." Hwoarang said.
"I... err... well..." Steve was lost for words and he could feel the flush on his cheeks.
"Just came out of the closet? Yeah, sounds like that, man!" Bob smirked.
"Hear that, sis?" Anna asked Nina. "You'll never be a grandma! What a shame! Unless you and Jin have kids..."
"This time, I've heard enough!" Nina shouted, kicking her sister straight in her face.
Anna nearly lost her balance. Frowning, she attacked Nina with a double palm thrust. Soon enough, others joined the fight, even those who had no reason to, and the bar turned into a battlefield. A smirk formed on Hwoarang's lips.
"Hey, Kazama, ready to get your ass kicked?" he said, turning around to Jin.
The stool was empty and the Japanese was nowhere to be seen.
"Dammit!"
Thanks for reading! Reviews are welcome :)
(1) Allusion to ex-Spice Girl Victoria Beckham
(2) Refers to former Japanese occupation in Korea and the usually tensed relationship between those two countries.
Published on February.11 2013
