SECOND, YES! These and the coming chapters were all already written xD i just edited and fixed minor mistakes.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken nor Jin (WAHHH!) nor Hwoarang, but I dont rlly care about him lol
The King of the Iron Fist Tournament
A Devil's Promises
Jin Kazama/Hwoarang
II
-"No, no, no…!"- Jin repeated over and over again as he fought the devil inside him, -"I can't let you do this…!"
He gripped and yanked his stiff horns and bit his lips harshly until it bled. Inducing pain upon himself seemed to ease the difficulty of quenching his cursed self.
His eyes, tightly shut, stung with tears as an inner fight between his humanity and his devilry raged within himself. Jin's guts coiled and every joint in his body soared with pain as he mentally overcame the devil.
Each time it became more and more difficult.
Once he claimed victory over his own monstrocity, Jin rushed to Hwoarang's severely injured body… all the while ignoring his.
-"Oh no… Hwoarang?"- Jin muttered shakily as he reached to feel his old friend's pulse. He gently pressed two fingers on the side of his neck and gasped when he felt a weak throb. He was dying.
Jin looked around and only saw destruction. There was only one person who could have done this much damage, -"I… I did this…,"- Then he looked down at Hwoarang once more, worry and guilt plastered on his face, -"Hwoarang… what have I done?"
Hwoarang whined softly and weakly, writhing on the cracked asphalt, -"Jin…"
Jin Kazama was lost and confused, but he knew there was only one thing for him to do now. He hoisted Hwoarang in his stout arms and carried him to the nearest hospital.
He almost tripped several times in his trek, desperate to find a safe haven for his friend who was slowly dying in his arms each passing second.
When he arrived at the hospital, sweating and panting, Jin hastily pulled his hood up to avoid detection and approached the first nurse he set eyes upon.
He rushed past the crowd of civilians seeking protection. They all spoke of the same topic.
The devil that had attacked the city.
Jin gulped and slightly nudged the nurse's shoulder, -"Excuse me,"- He spoke in his usual soothing tone of voice, trying his best to remain calm. The woman turned and yelped at his sudden appearance, -"It's my friend… he needs help. He's… he's been attacked by that… thing."
She was reluctant at first, she and the other doctors were busy as they were, until she registered the red-head's state. The nurse's eyes blew open and she said something that escaped his ears, but Jin followed her as she searched for a mobile bed. He placed Hwoarang down gently on the soft surface and continued to tail the woman to a small room.
Before Jin could do anything, however, he was pushed out of the room by a suspecting doctor, -"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to stay outside. Are you…,"- The doctor eyed Jin curiously, -"… his brother?"
Jin shook his head and avoided the doctor's prying gaze, -"N-no… just a friend."
The man nodded, albeit doubting Jin, -"I see. His condition is severely critical and thus we need no interruptions."
Jin just nodded and stepped back as the doctor slammed the door shut.
The child of destiny sat down on a row of chairs where others waited for their respective patients. Jin leaned forward and pressed both elbows on each of his knees, hands clasped together and flitted to his forehead, and looked down to further avoid detection and any unwanted attention. The best option would be to leave, of course, but he couldn't. He didn't want to; not without being certain that Hwoarang will be all right. He'll wait all the time he needs to. He owes the Korean that, at the very least.
Jin had time to think while he waited, fidgeting with his fingers, and jogging his leg anxiously. He lost control again. The last thing he remembers is… his fight with Hwoarang, the promise he made. He lost to the red-head when he failed to contain the devil inside from raging. Hwoarang saw an opportunity to win… and he took it.
Enraged, the devil gene must have taken over him to take revenge on the Korean. It's the only explanation Jin can formulate. He would never attack Hwoarang like that.
The devil gene is eating away at him. He doesn't know how long he can hold on without losing himself completely.
Jin clenched his hands. He hates it. He hates his bloodline. He hates the Mishimas and, most of all, he hates himself. He will never forgive himself for causing his friend such pain. He hadn't meant for it to happen. He didn't want it to. All he wanted was to keep his promise…
The Kazama fighter's head began to weight on him and drowsiness seeped in to his sore body that washed him away easily. His eyelids closed in on themselves and Jin couldn't fight it. He only hoped that the doctors will call him when they're finished with Hwoarang before he slipped into slumber.
-"Sir!"
Jin was startled into consciousness with a low yelp and a bounce where he sat. He tightened his fists before him, ready to fight whoever threatened him, until he realized that it was the doctor treating Hwoarang who woke him, -"Sorry…,"- He murmured, lowering his arms and slowly approaching the man, -"How… how is he?"
He dismissed Jin's prompt to attack with a swift wave of his hand, -"He…. your friend, will be all right. For now. He needs rest and hourly medication. It appears as if the offender had a grudge on him; his left rib cage is broken, his neck is swollen from strangulation, his legs are crippled, and his body is covered with bruises, cuts and scorches. Did he, by any chance, suffered from a car accident?"
Jin tensed at the revelation and could only nod.
-"I thought as much."
Jin parted his lips slightly to mutter a quiet thank you before he stared walking away.
-"Wait,"- The doctor spoke and Jin stopped on his track reluctantly, -"Was it you who said that he was attacked by the devil in the skies outside?"
Jin nodded, never facing the shrew doctor.
-"Where you there when he was attacked?"- He inquired again, much to Jin's discomfort. He heard his footsteps echoing closer.
-"No…,"- Jin lied, body stiff and lips dried. He was on edge, -"I just… saw it flying away from where my friend was."
-"It's not enough to go on. Shame,"- The doctor spoke in a lower tone once he was close enough to Jin, -"Why are you leaving? He would want to see you when he wakes."
This time, Jin looked over his shoulder to gaze at the doctor after killing any emotion from his face, -"No, he wouldn't."
Jin continued his exiting of the hospital before the doctor could ask him any more questions. The man was suspecting enough of him already. He had to leave.
No, the face Hwoarang doesn't want to see the most… is Jin's.
Did i mention i love jin kazama
