Title: The Ninth Level
Author: kandisi (aka Sapphire17)
Pairings: Bryan x Lei, Jin x Hwoarang (both main), some Jin x Lei and Hwoarang x Lei and Jin x Hwoarang x Lei... (Lemons all around...)
Rating: Adult
Characters: Jin Kazama, Lei Wulong, Bryan Fury, Hwoarang, Steve Fox, Paul Phoenix, Marshall Law, Dr. Abel
Summary: When Lei Wulong is killed, a guilty Jin Kazama ultimately decides to have Lei brought back to life with the help of Dr. Abel, who reanimates Lei into a cyborg... Lei escapes and seeks out former partner Bryan Fury for help in dealing with what he's become, already having made a vow to kill Jin for having turned him into a soulless monster...
Warnings: Yaoi, language, violence, non-con, disturbing content, character death, some BDSM, alcohol use, mild drug use, angst, mild suicidal themes, a lemony threesome near the end, mild spoilers for T8, switch!Hwoarang, switch!Lei, switch!Bryan, top!Jin, and smut/sex... (for those who don't know, "switch" means they get one or more turns on the top and the bottom, lol...)
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own anything but the crap fic, though I would gladly take Bryan, Lei, Kazuya, Lee, Jin, Hwoarang, and Steve (I'll pair them with anyone between one another!) I would also take Christie, Jun, Lili, Nina, Anna and especially Alisa.
-PLEASE READ THE EXTREMELY OVERLY-LONG AUTHOR'S NOTE BELOW...
A/N: I know... I've been away from the Tekken fandom for a great many years but I'm trying to re-enter it now because of all the nice reviews & PM's I've received over the years asking me to come back. I really haven't been on this site very much in the past few years at all... Modeling isn't all that it's cracked up to be sometimes (It requires a LOT of traveling and even once you drive a zillion miles it isn't a guarantee that you'll get a job... :P) I also do a lot of volunteer work for organizations such as Meals on Wheels. I turned back to 'the good side of the force' in early 2010 when I quit drinking/acting like an idiot. ;)
And, even though I DID willingly abandon Tekken in favor of Heroes for a long time, I'm somehow still better known for my Tekken fanfics than I am for my Heroes ones and am still known as 'the Bryan/Lei girl', even after all of these years, lol.
Anyhow, as to this fic, this was originally meant be a shorter one-shot but ended up turning into something much longer. It was written for the prompt "Death" on livejournal at 78_tarot and initially started back when Tekken 6 was just being launched, but I came back and updated it to fit the current Tekken timeline. (Including Hwoarang's new 'look', if you know I mean.)
Jin is somewhat evil in parts of this as is Bryan, and Lei gets passed around a lot like he did on many of the foreign websites I used to visit back in the day. The first Bryan/Lei fic I ever read was actually one I translated from a Portuguese website which featured graphic and heavy non-con and which I unfortunately left open on my computer, before my grandmother went in to get the laundry out of my room while I was still 16 and in high school (DAMN that was a long time ago!) and then she sat down and read the Bryan/Lei fanfic I'd translated while I was at school. Later that night, I was trying to sleep when I suddenly heard my grandmother shout to my grandfather, "It's because she's in her room trying to find out which guy fucks who in the ass...!" (I'll never forget that, LOL.) My grandmother also beta-read my fanfiction "The Past is the Past" and is ALSO beta-reading THIS FIC (Yes, including the lemony scenes!) while my mother read my Supernatural fic "The Secret Cove"... LOL do I ever have a nutty family!
This fic is also meant for mature audiences... I know I can't stop people who are too young from reading this, but I felt pretty bad one time back when I was in high school... A girl IM'd me on AIM one time and confessed that she had read all of my Bryan/Lei fanfictions on both fanfictiondotnet and Noire Sensus and was 12 years old... and then she later mentioned that her sister (who was only 10!) had read them, too... I'm like "What?!" LOL... I normally try not to post lemony fanfics on this site anymore, though I have a policy where I will so long as it's not a shorter PWP that's composed of nothing but the smex or so long as it's not incredibly graphic in an anime-hentai way. Although I do admittedly have a couple of "Heroes" fanfics up here that kind of both...
Anyhow, for anyone who actually decides to read this in its entirety, I am VERY sorry if the content bothers you! Please don't flame me...! I don't use flames to roast marshmallows. They just make me sad.
Nice reviews however are welcomed!
And the title comes from "Dante's Inferno's" The Ninth Level of Hell, which is described as the worst part of hell...
Anyhoo, onto the fic...
The Ninth Level
Chapter 1: The First Level
He hadn't meant for it to happen.
He really hadn't.
But it had.
Five weeks earlier...
It was a dark, windy day. The sky was overcast, and the appropriately loud echo of thunder could audibly be heard in the background.
One by one, people began to approach the closed casket and place a lit candle before it, and one by one, more people started to cry.
Many competitors from the Tekken tournaments were present at the ceremony. Jin Kazama, Steve Fox, Ling Xiaoyu, Julia Chang, Asuka Kazama, Paul Phoenix, Marshall Law, Eddy Gordo, Christie Montiero, Lee Chaolan... even Hwoarang, along with some of the newer competitors such as Lars Alexanderson.
And of course, Lei Wulong was present in his own way...
Only, he was dead.
Lei Wulong was dead.
Like so many others, Jin stood under his dark umbrella, but unlike so many others, he wasn't allowing himself shed so much as a single, solitary tear. Hwoarang, who stood at Jin's side, then took a step closer, and began to speak.
"How can you just stand there and act like you don't give a damn?"
Jin, for the moment, said nothing. He merely turned; his long, red-interior trench coat swaying behind him as a harsh gust of wind blew back through it. Jin's dark eyes met Hwoarang's.
"I've already mourned enough."
The CEO continued to study Hwoarang's facial features. His barely, but notably glazed eyes. Humph. Hwoarang hadn't been able to stand Lei Wulong in life (especially in the beginning), so why was he anything different in death?
"So that's really it, Kazama?" Hwoarang continued, wearing attire very similar to Jin's own. It was a very, very rare occasion when anyone saw the South Korean wearing a suit of any kind. "Don't you want to find out who killed him? I bet you know..."
And again, Jin said nothing.
Steve Fox, who had overheard most of the conversation, ambled closer in order to join Jin and Hwoarang. Steve stopped, and instantly shot Jin a very, very harsh glare.
"Well I know. You did it, didn't you?" Steve said in a low voice. He hadn't seen the Japanese up close in quite some time, but like everyone else at the ceremony, well-knew that Jin Kazama wasn't exactly the same Jin Kazama he had once been before...
"I know you did it..." Fox glowered at him, still getting no reaction out of Jin whatsoever, "Lei was investigating you, he told me, and this is how you deal with it? By having him assassinated by my mother or God knows who else? Maybe you even killed him yourself. Lei was one of my best-friends, you fucking bastard!"
Jin dodged his head to the side in order to miss Steve's launching attack, which had been targeted right at the CEO's emotionless face. Then, with his free arm, Jin ceased Steve's right-wrist and pulled it down to the side.
"I will not allow you to show such disrespect at Lei's funeral," Jin whispered in a nonchalant tone. "And no, I did not kill him, nor did I have him killed. As much as you may hate me now, this is not the time, nor the place, to take that hatred out upon me."
Steve jerked his arm free of Jin's grasp and straightened himself back up. He turned, as if to walk away. As if he just couldn't... couldn't take any more of this. He began to tread away from the surrounding crowd, but not before shooting Jin a final, angry glance over his right-shoulder.
"I still think you did it, and if you did, you will pay..."
Jin failed to respond, to react, or to say anything more. He was already receiving more than a considerable number of suspicious glances, from all around. From the people who he had used to call his friends. From the people who had used to call Jin their friend. Apparently, they were all thinking the exact same thing that Steve Fox was. They were all, for the most part, looking at him. All of them. Not even Ling Xiaoyu had made any effort to approach Jin yet. The young, Chinese girl, dressed in all black, stood on the opposing side of the casket. She was crying openly, and dodged Jin's glance the second he made eye-contact with her from afar.
And even if he didn't show it, Jin Kazama was feeling horrible on the inside.
Hwoarang then stepped away. It seemed that he too, perhaps, thought that Jin was the one behind Lei's mysterious murder. Perhaps it was because everyone there knew Jin Kazama had been the last person to see Lei – both dead, and alive. Lei had no living relatives, and for some unknown reason, he had signed Jin's name at the top of his will; leaving Jin to identify the body, to arrange the funeral, the ceremony... This had bewildered the young Japanese extensively, but since Lei obviously hadn't planned his recent death, the detective must have set everything up some time before.
Back when he and Jin had still been allies, rather than enemies.
And now, Lei's remains were to be buried alongside Jun Kazama's gravesite, as Lei had wished. Even if he had been born in Hong Kong, he had still chosen his resting spot here, in Japan.
Jin's fist clenched tightly around the black umbrella's handle as he continued to stare upon Lei's closed casket, which was surrounded by the many illuminating candles which had yet to extinguish themselves. He eyed the many pictures of Lei displayed amongst everything else – one picture even being a photograph taken long ago of Lei, Jun, and Jin himself. They looked so, so much happier back then, didn't they?
Jin.. hated.. this..
And right now, he hated himself more than anything or anyone.
For everyone was right.
It was his fault.
It was his fault that Lei was dead.
For Jin had, indeed, been the one to end Lei's life.
He had killed Lei.
Jin kept telling himself that it was accidental, that he hadn't meant to do it.
But he had.
While in Devil's form, he had slashed Lei with a clawed hand, clear across the side; quite literally ripping his body wide open. Lei had collapsed down to the floor, and blood had been everywhere.
But no... just no. It wasn't Jin's fault...
Jin had never, ever expected Lei to take that fatal attack for himself. For Lei to sacrifice his own life for someone, or something, rather, who was so unworthy of it...
And once again, Kazama Jin began recollecting the unpleasant events leading up to it all...
It had all started when Detective Lei Wulong had gotten close. Much too close for his liking to uncovering his secrets, to bringing his power-fueled company down.
Jin Kazama had honestly never thought him to be capable.
This was when the CEO had literally taken things into his own hands. He had spoken with the scientist Dr. Abel, who was now working for him in his laboratories. Steve Fox had done well in destroying them, but of course, Jin only had them reconstructed all over again in what seemed like a mere matter of days.
But oh well, that wasn't the point. Jin hadn't had the time to go after Lei Wulong for himself – he had too many competitors after him as it was. So instead, Dr. Abel had brought an interesting bit of trivia to Jin's knowledge about Lei Wulong... He had been responsible for the death of one of Abel's most prized creations; the undead serial killer Bryan Fury.
And yet, in spite of the pieces of memories he had begun to regain about Lei during their encounters in the more recent tournaments, Fury was still relatively clueless regarding the issue of Lei Wulong's having been the one truly responsible for the Hong Kong shoot out he had died in all those years ago, and it seemed Lei had borne no real interest in letting Fury know this...
Jin could only feel this made Lei a coward.
So yes, Fury wouldn't be so 'clueless' anymore soon enough...
With enough persuasion, or enough money, rather, the new chief executive officer of the Mishima Zaibatsu had talked Abel into removing the memory block Bryan was equipped with. It had been such a simple task, too...
Jin had sent his armies after Fury, and while they had failed to capture him (Fury had brutally slaughtered over half of them in record time) Jin Kazama himself had finally stepped up and brought down the sociopathic cyborg himself... and thereafter had him restrained with the same form of enhanced combination titanium and tungsten-based metal that the serial killer had graphed into his body.
And Fury had not been happy about it.
Jin had Fury drugged with ketamine before having him transported to his secret, underground laboratories where the mad scientist Dr. Abel would make sure he would reawaken with all of the memories he had previously lost due to Abel's having brainwashed him upon his initial resurrection.
Abel still had all of Bryan Fury's cybernetic data in his files, and with a simple password and a number of clicks, it was all done...
...and when Fury awoke, his first words had been, "Lei Wulong..."
Abel had told Jin Kazama that Bryan Fury now remembered everything, and was sure to keep Lei Wulong out of his way for the remainder of the sixth tournament...
"Just make sure he isn't killed..." Jin had spoken. In the past, after all, Lei had been one of Jin's few friends. But, Lei had betrayed him, like so many others, and unlike so many others, Lei's alliance couldn't be bought nor his self deceived into serving Jin and his global army, despite Jin's efforts. Oh no, Lei had been much too honorable for this.
But, things had gone terribly wrong...
In what seemed like an instance, Bryan Fury set-out after Lei Wulong, and turned Lei's entire world into more of nightmare and a living hell than it already was. While Jin had intended for Fury to keep Lei occupied, he had never, ever intended for Fury to occupy Lei's time in the way he had been...
Almost immediately, Jin had cleared his busy schedule and set-out to destroy Fury with his own, bare hands. With the right information, Jin was able to successfully locate Bryan Fury's whereabouts in an abandoned warehouse downtown.
And there, it had happened...
5 days earlier...
"I'm going in alone," Jin had said to the head soldier of the designated group of Tekkenshu Jin had had accompany him to the building.
Jin did just that; he headed into what had become Fury's renovated torture chamber for Lei, who had disappeared nearly a week ago. The Japanese Interpol had been looking everywhere for him, but had remained unsuccessful regardless.
Jin however had been successful in locating Lei – especially after the rather extreme cash reward he had put up. A tip had come in for Jin shortly after he had posted the reward for any information regarding the detective's whereabouts, in which a man had stated he had seen a man matching Lei's description near his 'crack house', a building down the street from Fury's man-made hell where stoners and addicts hung out to get 'high'. For this reason, Jin hadn't found the tip especially credible, but wasn't about to disregard this newly-acquired information on account of the guy's recreational activities.
Especially when he said, "Yeah I think it was him. I remember the guy had really, really long hair like the guy in the picture. He was wearing a pink shirt and white pants. I saw him run out of the building like he was freaked the hell out about something, before another guy—some tall and scary-looking American—followed him out and knocked him out with a blow to the head. Then the scary guy picked him up and carried him back inside... I just figured they were a couple of stoners who were tweeked out of their minds or something, you know...? Never knew one of them was a detective. Now we're all freaked because of the possibility that he's like, a narc, or something... Anyway, if it is him... how about my reward?"
"If it is him..." Jin had spoken into the intercom atop his custom-carved, CEO desk. "...then you will get your 'reward'..."
While his soldiers remained outside of the abandoned building, Jin had headed forth into it; ready and more than willing to kill.
Jin had told Fury not to lay so much as one finger on his former friend; only to keep him out of Jin's way until the current Iron Fist Tournament was over. He had promised to pay the crazed killer handsomely for accomplishing this task, and then reminded Fury that he owed Jin a 'favor' or two now that Fury had recovered all memories of his previous life on account of him, Jin Kazama.
Fury had agreed to this, in spite of the fact that he didn't care for Jin Kazama any more than Jin cared for him. Fuck, Jin had just needed something—anything—to distract Lei Wulong's attention away from him, and given the fact that Lei and Fury were still arch-rivals whom had distained each other with a mutual, burning passion before Fury had recovered all of his memories, well... now that he had all of his former memories back, his hatred towards the meddling detective seemed to have increased ten-fold...
...unfortunately for Jin, and even more so for Lei, Fury had done well in laying much more than merely a 'finger' on him.
Jin wouldn't have known, except that two days before Lei had officially been reported as 'missing', Lei's hotel room had been ransacked...
...and blood had been everywhere.
Especially on the bed.
Little did Jin know it got much worse than it appeared to have been as is...
Enraged, Jin had proceeded forth into the building with temperamental rage.
What if Lei was in there, already dead...?
Jin's hands balled into a set of tightly clenched fists at his sides, as he set forth into the building.
It was dark as hell, and Jin could barely see. Jin knew, however, that with his enhanced vision, Fury would have no problem whatsoever seeing in the dark. As powerful as Bryan Fury was, not to mention as enhanced as he was—barely human, if that much even—human, that was, that it wouldn't be surprising if Fury knew he was here already...
Jin had come across a flight of stairs, and even in the majority darkness filling the old building, he could still both see, and especially smell, the blood on the stair steps... the way the blood seemed to have dripped down unto them, as if someone had been dragged, beaten and bloody, up them, against their will...
The CEO became all the more worried for Lei's sake, as he began to slowly tread his way up the stair steps, one foot after the other. When he finally reached the top of the stairs, he saw the elongated hallway that extended to his right, so right he went. There were several rooms located to both the left, and right down the hall, along with a single room present at the very end of the hallway...
Jin looked into the room on the right.
Nothing.
No one.
He walked further and looked into the room on the left.
Nothing.
No one.
That only left one room.
The one at the very end of the long hall.
Jin continued to walk his way down the hall, hoping—praying, even—that Lei was not here.
That the tip he had received had been nothing more than the crazed delusion of some crazed drug-addict...
However, the description said drug-addict had given him was unfortunately all too accurate to be truly false...
Unlike the other set of doors, this door was closed as opposed to open.
Jin exhaled a shaky breath as his trembling right-hand grasped onto the doorknob.
And then, without a second thought on the matter, the Japanese proceeded to twist the faded, gold-colored knob and enter the somewhat dark room...
There were broken windows in the back of the room, which served as the only source of light on this dismal evening. Give or take another hour or so, and the sun, which was just beginning to set outside, would be gone, and the darkness would overtake the summer sky while the crescent-shaped moon would rise and make itself visible in the accompanying starry sky.
"Lei?" Jin said aloud, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of his former life-long friend.
Nothing.
Until...
"J-Jin...?"
Jin gasped audibly. He quickly made his way to the back of the room, where whom he now saw to be none other than Lei Wulong sitting on the floor with his back to the wall; his hands bound behind himself via the detective's very own handcuffs, which were cuffed to one of the metal pipes behind him.
He was also wearing a dark, black blindfold around his eyes. His pink shirt had been ripped open, while the loosened, ebony tie hung down from around his neck. Both Lei's shirt, as well as his white slacks, were covered in blood...
"Lei..." Jin had whispered, completely horrified.
Jin reached either of his hands around the back of Lei's head, untying the blindfold which had previously shielded Lei's eyes.
"J-Jin..." Lei said again. "W-What...? How... how did you find me...?"
"That's not important right now," Jin said back, his voice full of the concern that his expression failed to show. "Let me get those damned things off of you," he continued, gesturing to the chromed handcuffs that were keeping Lei's immobilized arms and hands bound behind him.
"You actually think you can break these...?" Lei asked the young CEO, seemingly in disbelief that Jin would be able to do such a thing.
"Yes, I believe so," Jin replied, before he kneeled again as he had before when he had removed the blindfold from Lei's likewise brown eyes. Jin grasped onto the manacles, before Lei gasped at the sight he took in following.
Jin's eyes were glowing.
Glowing cerise red.
And before Lei knew it, the chain binding his wrists together broke; freeing Lei's hands from the thick, metal pole behind himself.
Jin gripped Lei's shoulders before he began shaking the seemingly warn detective off and on.
"Fury did this to you, didn't he?"
"I... I..."
"Answer me, goddamnit!"
"Yes," Lei whispered, both feeling—and sounding—ashamed as he could possibly be.
"Where's Fury now?"
"I don't know," Lei replied, his voice still filled to the brim with a combination of shame and humiliation.
"God," Jin said to Lei. "What did that psychopath do to you?"
"He said he remembered me now, that he remembered everything about me now," Lei whispered, barely audible. "He remembered how... 'close' we were before the third tournament... back when he was my partner on the Hong Kong International Police Force, on loan from the International Police Organization..."
Lei continued. "He-He remembers that it's my fault he died, as I am the one responsible for starting the shoot-out he died in..."
"That didn't answer my question," Jin said to the detective, shaking Lei by the shoulders once again.
"Fine," Lei murmured softly. "I'll... I'll try to explain later, but first we need to get the hell out of this terrible place as quickly as possible before... before 'it' comes back..."
"You look awful, Lei," Jin said out of nowhere. "Your shirt's practically torn to shreds."
"You gotta admit, though... She looks hot as hell like this, doesn't she?"
"Bryan..." Lei whispered with a sense of uncontainable fear. "Please, do anything you want with me... but leave Jin alone..."
"Well isn't that sweet," Bryan said to them. "My pretty girl has some sort of 'thing' for Jin Kazama."
Lei frowned at Fury, as did Jin.
"'Pretty girl'...?" Jin inquired however, looking questionably from Bryan, to Lei, and then back again.
Then it hit the young Kazama like a lightning bolt bearing the utmost voltage capacity.
As Jin and Lei made way to stand, Jin then got in front of Lei as though he were standing as a human blockade between Bryan Fury and Lei Wulong.
"Get away from my little girl, Kazama," Bryan replied spitefully, although he was smiling and laughing nonetheless.
That laugh.
Oh how Lei hated it.
"What did you do to Lei...?" Jin asked, his words barely audible, until... "What the FUCK did you do to him?!"
"I didn't do anything to 'her' that 'she' didn't have coming."
"So you're admitting to it?" Jin spat out at the undead fighter. "You're admitting to me that you fucking raped the only life-long friend that I have in this hellish world...?"
"How does that saying go?" Bryan asked them, in spite of the fact that he already well-knew the answer. "Oh, that's right... youcan't rape the willing."
"Fuck you!" Lei shouted hatefully, hating Fury for having done such horrible things to his body, and at the same time, hating his own self for having ever allowed such reprehensive acts to take place between himself, and Bryan Fury, in the first place...
Lei felt—no, knew—that it was his fault.
He could've stopped Fury, right? After all, he was one of the most acclaimed fighters in the entire world, and yet, he was still unable to defeat Bryan Fury, who, on the contrary, had managed to defeat Lei every time...
Suddenly, Bryan said, "Kazama," and then went on to say, "You're the one who had the remaining portions of my memories restored, so you have only yourself to blame for this. I also did everything you asked of me – I kept my pretty little girl as well as the rest of her annoying cop-friends out of your way." He sneered at the CEO. "So I'd say it's you who owes me a favor now."
Lei's eyes widened. Jin had what...?
"Jin, what the hell...?" Lei said while looking up and into Jin's darker eyes. "Why would you do such a horrible thing to me...? What Fury... did to me... did you actually set that up as well...?"
Jin frowned at Lei. "Of course I didn't. He was only supposed to keep you busy while redirecting your attention away from me in the process. I told him he wasn't allowed to touch you, much less... violate you, the way it seems he has been..."
"This is still your fucking fault, Jin!" Lei shouted with an unnecessary amount of force and loudness. "You sent the psychopath after me, to what? Teach me a lesson...?" He pursed his lips together and then smirked at Jin. "It doesn't matter what either of you do to me; I'm not backing off... I'll arrest both of you before everything's all over with..."
"It's already over, my sweet, pretty little thing," Bryan said sarcastically to Lei Wulong. "My slutty little whore..."
Jin had felt as an overwhelming feeling of rage began to overtake his form.
"Don't you dare talk like that to Lei anymore..." Jin had stated, having shot Fury a sure-fired death glare from beneath his sharp tendrils of ebony bangs. "I am going to kill you for what you've done to him, Fury... I am going to present you with such pain and suffering that you are going to wish you'd stayed dead you goddamned, inhuman monster..."
And with that said, Jin had begun to transform. Transform into his devil persona. The darkness inside of him welted up, his eyes flashed from brown to grey to a glowing red, the black markings began to appear upon his body, the horns grew from his head, the claws from his hands, and finally, the wings. The entire upper-portion of Jin's clothing was instantly torn and ruined when his black, feathered wings sprouted from his back.
Bryan Fury took a step back. And another.
"What the HELL are you?!"
"Your second death sentence," Devil Jin had growled. He raised one of his clawed hands, and instantly, charged-in upon the shocked Bryan Fury.
Jin was more than ready to slash Bryan to bits.
And then, it happened.
Devil Jin's hand made contact – slashing into the tender flesh so deep that the man's left-side was almost completely taken off.
Only, it hadn't been Bryan Fury's flesh...
Lei Wulong had somehow found strength within himself, and had quickly rushed between Jin's devil form and Bryan Fury – allowing himself to take the more than fatal attack instead...
Lei had held on to Bryan Fury, either of his arms wrapped around the cyborg's neck as he whispered...
"And now my dept is repaid..."
Lei had then fallen to the floor, his weight collapsing into the arms of Bryan Fury.
Jin was too fucking horrified to say or do anything.
And so was Bryan Fury.
Bryan didn't say anything. On the floor, he only continued to hold the bleeding detective in his arms. Jin, even in devil's form, just couldn't understand it. It... it had been as if Lei and Fury actually... actually gave a damn about one another. What was going on here...?
"Get... get out of here..." Jin then heard Lei to speak to Fury, "Or he'll... kill you, too..."
"No!" Bryan exclaimed as loudly as he possibly could.
"Please... Please, Bryan, please..." Lei said, imploringly.
Jin couldn't contain himself. He just couldn't. Full of rage, he had stepped forwards, and roughly kicked Bryan away from Lei Wulong. So hard, in fact, that Bryan's body had flown straight through a large, fourth story window – his body crashing through the glass as a shining dispersal of numerous broken shards filled the air in every which direction.
Devil Jin had then kneeled down to Lei for himself, scooping the dying Chinese man into his arms.
Jin was crying openly, as the crystalized tears flowed down his face like diamonds, dripping unto Lei's.
"Jin..." Lei whispered, too far-gone to be intimidated by Jin in his demon form, "Please... just... p-please stop doing these... terrible things..." he said, tears beginning to run down his own face.
Jin had pulled Lei's weakened body closer, unable to control his sobbing. "I... I'm so sorry..."
As blood poured from his side, Lei managed to touch a hand to Devil Jin's face; wiping away a few of the lucid tears with the thumb of his right-hand.
"It's... alright..." Lei continued to whisper, having trouble speaking at this point. "Just... never forget that... that there are people out there who love you... who... who w-want you back. I... I love you, Jin, and I... I hope you can... change..."
And then, Lei's head fell back, and his body slumped in Jin's arms. Lei was dead, wasn't he? Lei Wulong was really dead, and Jin had killed him...
"Please no!" Jin shouted, continuing to hold Lei's motionless form in his arms. "I-I won't let you die... I'll-I'll bring you back, somehow... I promise..."
Jin shook Lei's body a few times, only to get no reaction whatsoever. Blood was everywhere. All over the floor, all over Lei, and all over Jin. What Jin then noted was the look of... of sheer tranquility on Lei's face. Almost as if he was happy with the way he had died... it had made no sense. No fucking sense whatsoever...
With ease, Jin raised Lei's head up, and softly kissed the detective's forehead.
"I loved you, too..."
If only Lei Wulong had of gotten the chance to hear those words... He never had, but he would. Somehow, he would...
Jin observed as Lei's funeral ceremony came to an end. The many people there, including the tournament competitors, as well as a large group of members from The Hong Kong International Police Force, began to scatter. It began to rain, and the candles surrounding Lei's coffin began to burn-out as the casket itself was lowered into the ground.
Hwoarang walked away from Jin. Jin's own lover, or former lover now, rather, abandoning him at a time like this when the redhead treaded across the wet grass and over to where Steve, Paul, and Marshall were all standing by a dead tree. Jin watched them associate briefly, before he ultimately came to the conclusion that the four of them were more than likely going to head-off to some trashy bar and get smashed while recollecting over their memories of Lei Wulong.
How pathetic.
Ling Xiaoyu left with Julia Chang, one of the newer Iron Fist competitors, Lili, and Asuka Kazama. But, not before Jin's very own cousin had shot Jin a look of pure, loathing hatred. Jin didn't care, however, for he didn't really give a damn about Asuka. As of now, she was just another one of the many competitors out to get him.
Still, she knew too, didn't she? Everyone. They all knew that Lei's death was somehow connected to Jin.
Jin had meant what he had said to Lei Wulong, however... he would bring him back. This is why he hadn't allowed Lei's remains to be cremated. Oh no, he had something else in mind...
Without further ado, Jin Kazama turned, and paced his way away from what was now Lei Wulong's hollow grave.
The Japanese only knew two things, now. One, he would bring Lei Wulong back from Heaven, and two, he would send Bryan Fury back to hell...
A/N: Urm, yeah... lol...
The rating doesn't take a dive until the next chapter, in which there is Jin x Lei and Bryan x Lei... The Jin x Lei part was especially hard to write because I had only once written another lemon on them and it was short and boring, and I'd also written it back in 2004. Nevertheless, I hope you guys will be able to read it without shaking you head in front of the monitor, lol...