Hey, everyone, I'm back! Nice little update for you! Give thanks to the mighty Salysha!
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.
Jin shut the door to the bathroom and turned on the water. When it was hot enough, he stepped under the gentle spray of the shower gratefully. As the water soothed his sore muscles, Jin let his mind go over the morning's events.
How could this have happened? He must have gotten drunk, but he hardly ever drank. He only did that when it was time to appease someone important. Even then, he never got drunk, but that was still the only explanation for what had happened. He didn't even remember the night before.
Jin sighed heavily. This shouldn't have happened. Hwoarang shouldn't have woken up in his hotel room. Why was he even there? What, exactly, had caused this event? Jin tried to remember the day before.
It started from a meeting with a representative from G Corporation, the business managed by his father Kazuya. He was supposed to have had the day off, but an important call from his secretary told him that it was vital for his career that he appeared at the meeting. At first, Jin thought the meeting wasn't all that important. He handled one of the most powerful businesses in the world, but at the name of G Corporation, he rushed to get ready.
G Corporation was the only business to rival the Mishima Zaibatsu. Once Jin had made it clear that he wanted a monopoly, G Corporation had informed him that it would never stand down. Jin had chased shadows and rumors trying to find the owner. Not only did that fail, it also became clear that his staff couldn't tell him anything either. That was when he had hired Nina. Nina had found out that Kazuya Mishima was the force behind G Corporation.
At the meeting with their representative, Jin found out that Kazuya wanted to monopolize the area as well. The representative wanted to draw up a legal document that would hand the Mishima Zaibatsu over to G Corporation. Although infuriated, Jin calmly told the man to back off. The man sighed before pulling out another piece of paper. The note appeared much less formal than the man standing in front of him. On the note was scribbled in dark ink:
If you refuse my offer to end this peacefully, I will find you, and you will hand over the Mishima Zaibatsu. Because I bear the name Mishima, I can easily take it from you. Do not think you can hide from me. We are more connected than you realize.
Jin knew, even though it wasn't signed, that the threat was from Kazuya. He was so pissed off that he wanted to snap the representative's neck, but instead, stormed out of the office. The rage seemed to eat away at his very soul, and Jin knew that if he didn't find a release soon, the devil would take control.
Immediately, he went to his favorite dojo; fighting was a good way to blow off steam. Unfortunate for him, his rival was there. Jin tried to ignore Hwoarang's presence by focusing more on getting changed and hitting something.
For a while, all was well. There were so many other people in the dojo that Jin could successfully ignore the other man, but as soon as Hwoarang noticed him, the taunts began. Words of rematches and hate and fight were all that registered with him. Jin tried his best to keep calm, but his energetic rival kept pushing.
Finally, Jin snapped.
He lashed out at Hwoarang, catching the man in his stomach. Hwoarang smiled triumphantly, and the fight was on. The fight had gotten so violent that the dojo had to be cleared because no one could make them go outside.
After what seemed like hours, the two men were still at it. Neither made any progress other than a couple of bruises, and Jin felt his mind slipping. Hwoarang didn't stop the taunts, though. If anything, they got worse. Jin felt as though Hwoarang had a death wish and so he let go.
He could feel the devil break loose from its mental bonds and surface to the forefront of his mind. Vaguely, he heard Hwoarang curse colorfully and was somewhat aware of himself laughing, but after that, there was nothing.
Again, Jin sighed.
The water had gotten cold, and steam filled the small room like a heavy fog, and so he decided it was time to get out. His muscles had loosened some, but he was still tense from stress and exhaustion.
Jin took a moment to take a deep breath and refocus. He listened carefully for any movement in the room outside. All was quiet, and so he assumed Nina had done her job.
He opened the door to allow some of the steam to clear the room before wiping the mirror clean. He hadn't had a chance to look at his face when Hwoarang had been there. He had been too busy thinking of ways to kill the man without touching him.
As Jin looked into the mirror, his reflection began to distort. Jin glared at the image. The devil version of him had made itself known. Two pools of black stared back at him, as Jin tried to keep from breaking the glass.
"Jin, baby, it's been a while since we've had the opportunity to talk like this," the devil cooed.
"That's because I don't like you," Jin seethed.
"Come now, I'm a part of you. You can't hate yourself, now can you?"
Jin growled. "Why are you here?"
The devil giggled gleefully. "Why so serious?*"
"I haven't got the time for games." Jin turned to exit the bathroom.
"Wait," the devil called. The image of Jin's doppelganger remained even though Jin had turned away from the mirror. The devil stayed smug.
"What?"
"What?" the devil repeated. "I just thought you would like to know what happened last night between you and that redhead."
Jin stayed still. He hated to admit it, but the devil had his full attention now. He could feel the triumph roll off him in waves.
"Would you like to know?"
"Tell me," was all Jin said.
"You know, that's no way to talk to anyone," the devil replied smoothly. The damned thing would make Jin admit to wanting to know.
"You're not just anyone."
"Ah, flattery will get you nowhere, Jin. You should know that by now," the devil laughed.
"Good, because that wasn't a compliment."
"If that's the case, you should really work on your insults." The devilish grin spoke volumes.
"Are you going to tell me what happened or not? I really have other things to be doing rather than arguing with my reflection." Jin folded his arms over his chest in an attempt to stay put. If he walked away now, he might not ever find out what was going on.
"Ha, fine, then." The devil readjusted itself in the mirror. "You got laid."
Jin didn't speak. He looked hatefully in the mirror, before finally closing his eyes.
"Not what you wanted to hear?" The devil smiled ferociously.
"That much is apparent, thank you. And now, if that's all, I'll be taking my leave." Jin opened his eyes to see the devil looking at him seriously. It was very uncomfortable.
"I don't like that redhead." The devil remained serious.
"Neither do I, but I don't see where you're going with this." Jin fidgeted a little under the devil's intense gaze. It was a lot easier for him to handle it when it was smug and playful.
"Stay away from him. He's interfering with Kazuya's plans."
"What's your point?" Jin hissed lowly. There was no point in raising his voice to someone—or something— that wouldn't listen.
"He has this effect on you. Even when you were unconscious, you felt passionately about him. I had to fuck him to keep him from killing us. You made me so weak. I couldn't defend us like I'm supposed to. I mean, he was able to overpower us. That is not something that's supposed to happen." The devil glared at Jin. "Stay away from Hwoarang."
Jin stood numb from this revelation. He felt passionately about Hwoarang? Hwoarang had overpowered the devil?
"What are you babbling on about?" Jin finally mustered enough energy to voice the thought.
The devil grinned again. "Ah, you are letting yourself be overtaken by such a hunger that you haven't even realized you're letting me through. That's how I can show myself to you now."
Jin frowned. Had his hunger for power driven him so far as to let himself be taken over by the devil? He had been so careful, though. He had tried so hard to stay in control.
"I see those wheels turning, Jin. What are you thinking about?"
"What are you saying?"
"Ah, before long, I'll be strong enough to consume you completely. With Kazuya's help, we could be one. You and I could be unstoppable. With Kazuya, we could have all the power we could ever want. We have a connection with him that's so strong he can feel us." The devil licked his lips, staring at Jin.
"I will never allow you to win."
"Honey, it's a little too late for that. Kazuya is on his way. After he lost connection with us, he figured the time to find us is now."
Jin growled. Although he loathed the fact, he needed to get to Hwoarang if he wanted to stay in control. There seemed to be no other way.
"I want you to know that I'll take good care of us. You won't need to lift a finger once we've joined together, once we've become one."
"I'll find Hwoarang."
The devil paused before smirking. "Maybe you didn't think this through. Jin, sweetheart, leave the thinking to me. I know what's best for you, for us. Trust me; Hwoarang is a waste of time. Besides, what could Hwoarang do to stop Kazuya from finding us? Honestly, what do you think your father would do to him?"
"How would he be able to find us without that connection?" Jin retorted.
"Your father is an expert tracker, anyway. He wouldn't have to have this link we have. Plus, how long would it be before you got tired of Hwoarang? Your hate for him would eventually surface, and when you left him, Kazuya would find us. You wouldn't last very long."
Jin winced. The stupid devil was right. How long could he stay with Hwoarang before the man became too aggravating? It wouldn't take long at all. Even the thought of Hwoarang irritated him. How would he be able to stand the man's presence?
"Heh, you had better go get dressed, darling. Daddy dear should be here soon."
Jin promptly turned away from the mirror. Fuck for not being able to tolerate Hwoarang. He had to try something. Jin moved into his room. He faintly noted that it looked like someone had been through his clothes, but at the moment, that didn't matter.
Throwing on a pair of khakis and a plain black t-shirt, Jin noticed the devil standing in the full-length mirror of the bathroom door.
"Going somewhere?" it questioned.
"I'm leaving." Jin grabbed his wallet, cell phone, and a small backpack before heading to the door.
"Aww, don't leave yet. We were just getting to know each other."
Jin growled and exited the room. As he left the hotel room, he could still hear the echoes of the devil's laugh.
*Yes that was a reference Joker!
Please review!