Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! I hope i get this much enthusiasm for the next several chapters. You're all wonderful. These following chapter will be shorter, I'm sorry. I just really have no time for big long chapters. So, please, bare with me.
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(Baek, King, and Yoshimitsu are the only strait-boys in this fic. for now.)
It landed on Jin. The Chinese male looked up and into Paul's eyes, the deep brown iris' begged the other nto to ask anything as personal as that. They was silence as they gazed at one another, everyone noticed this and sat silently, no one exactly sure waht was going on and no one reallt caring. Maybe Paul was just thinking of something really good, or maybe Jin was now able of telling people stuff in their mind with direct-eye-contact. He was a demon, after all. Howarang had a different idea fo what was keeping the two men from speaking. He looked back at Baek who was eyeing his pupil hoping to keep him in vain so the Korean was silent. But three minutes passed in this awkward silence and so Howarang finally snapped and blurted out:
"Sexual Tension!"
All at once Baek smacked Howarang in the back of his head, Paul threw his empty beer-bottle at the red-head, Jin's eyes glowed red and Forest burst into laughter. Everyone else took a second to laugh, mostly because Baek looked like he was about to take off his belt and take it to Howarang's backside, and because the younger Korean was cowering with his hands over his head and glass shattered at his feet. Paul was smirking with satisfaction that the bottal had broken on howarang's foot and some shards leapt up and cut the other's flesh ever-so-slightly. Paul looked at Jin whom was glaring furiously at Howarang and then looked at Baek who was fingering his belt buckle looking interestedly at his pupil.
"Okay. Okay," Paul said, "Jin, truth or dare?"
Jin looked at Paul, "Truth."
"You're all a buncha sissies!" Howarang shouted from under his arms and his head between his knees
"Silence, Howarang! Do not make me whip you!" Baek yelled and once again hit Howarang in the back of his head
Howarang looked up at Baek, blushing from Baek's threat. But then he folded his arms over his chest and sat sulkingly glraing at the floor and the glass. The argument was over and Baek waved his hand at them dimissivley so they would continue their game. Paul huffed and looked annyoed, both fro the interruptions and because he had planned an awesome dare but the demon had chosed truth. He did, however, agree with Howarang but he didn't want Baek to threaten him too, he was not sure if the older Korean (of course, not older than Paul but still older than Howarang) would threaten him.
"Okay, Jin, is it true you slept with Xaiyou?" Paul asked blurting out the first thing that came to his mind, a rumor Anna had told him at the end of the fifth Tournament
King interrupted Jin before the Chinese boy could reply, the Mexican said: "Must we keep this on the subject of sex? Can't you people grow-up a few years? Honestly Paul, how old are you? Sixty?"
Paul glared at him and shouted: "I am not an old man! Shut-up! Jin answer!"
Jin shook his head, "No." then he grabbed the bottle and spun it, it landed on Howarang.
The red-head looked at Jin. Another long pause. Jin had this look on his face of shock and wonder almost like he had just gotten a peek into his future and liked what he saw. Howarang's eyes lit up when they fell upon Jin, whom sat shirtless next to Lei, deep inside the two of them their stomachs crinkled and withered then leapt up into their throats and made them gag simontaneously. Paul, being the superstitious, biker he is looked slightly worried when they both did this after the long pause.
"Howarang, truth or dare?" Jin asked slowly
Howarang grinned, "I choose dare, gimme your worst!"
Jin grinned, "I hoped you'd pick that. Howarang, tell everyone, since you're so keen on teasing Paul, what was your first time? And who with?"
"Thats a truth!" Howarang shouted his face turning scarlet
"Ah, but you and Paul both explained that a truth can also be used as a dare. See? So I dare you to tell the truth. What was your first time? And who with?"
Howarang looked at Baek, his teacher seemed to be very interested in this turn of events. Howarang did not want to tell, he now knew how Paul felt. So very awkward. Accept Paul had one-upped him, Paul had done it when he was fifteen years old! Howarang, now twenty-one, did it when he was eighteen. He had to tell the truth because it was specified in the dare to tell the truth. But then again, he realized, no one kenw if it was true or not. Not even Baek! He was just about to open his mouth and spew forth some outrageous lie about hot sex with three beautiful women when he felt Baek, once again, smack him in the back of his head! This hurt! The last few times were painful but his head was now throbbing and he clearly had a tear in his eye. He looked back at his mentor for an explanation.
"Seeennnsseeiii!" he whined sadly, "That hurt! What I do?"
"You had best behave yourself and tell the truth. You've always had the unfortunate habit of pausing before a lie, ever since you were little. Now, tell the truth or you will be one sorry little boy."
"I'm twenty-one years old, Baek!" Howarang shouted furiously, "Dammit! Quit treating me like a child!"
Baek touched his belt buckle and eyes Howarang for a much longer time, Howarang got the hint. The red-head turned furiously to Jin and the others. He sat cross-legged on the floor, holding his feet in his hands with his eyes glued to his shoelaces as if they were to protect him from the jeers he would soon recieve. Taking a deep bretah he braced himself for what he would soon hear and what he would soon, most likely, feel. Humiliation, anger, sadness and, if Baek got his way, a very sore arse. He looked up and stared Jin in the eyes.
"I was eighteen, it was with this really hot hooker girl in Mexico, thats it."
Paul, and everyone else, burst into laughter. Paul probably the loudest because of how Howarang had teased him only moments ago. Howarang was mortified, he felt bad for telling so many lies to all of them about his great sex-life. He felt really bad because now they all knew the turth. He was embarassed, and often embarassment birngs fustration and form the fustration tears are born. His vision got blurred from the rogue tears that were psuhing one another out of the way for the first chance to fall out of his eyes. He felt his lower-lip begin to tremble and almost burst into tears right there! But, fortunatley, as everyone laughed he managed to get up and dash to the bedroom as quickly as his legs would carry him.
Once in the bedroom he collapsed on the largest bed and let the tears fall, he would not allow his breath to hitch into sobs but that was for the best, he was already embarassed for having his lies found out, his was doubley so for crying. He just hid his face in a soft pillow, with the door shut, he wanted to night to give away to the total darkness so everyone would go to bed and he could cry as loudly as he wanted in the dark. He allowed himself to whimper, to sniffle, even one little sob but never would he howl with everyone laughing so loudly, still, in the background. He lay on his stomach with his eyes burried in the pillow's soft cotton outside and did not notcie the door open then click shut. He did not even notice the bed tilt slightly to the edge where another body was sitting. He only noticed the presence when a hard, sound swat was delivered to his backside!
He shot strait up and looked at Baek, his mentor. He was almost overcome by emotion and was half ready to hug Baek around the middle and cry as he had as a child. Baek put his hand on his pupil's tearstained cheek and stroked it lovingly as a father would his son. They sat in silence a moment, then Baek yanked him into a hug which Howarang was unable to pull away from. It was a calm moment, almost like something from a distant dream, but really it was a horribly distance reality where the two had not swapped embraces for years. The door clicked again, light seeped in then was cut-off and the laughing outside had finally subsided. Howarang looked up and saw Jin.
Jin sat down, "I'm sorry. I had no idea. I believed all of your tales, I was sad to hear they were lies."
Howarang looked away "Yeah... me too"
Even now, though none of them noticed, Jin and Howarang had come to agree on one thing, that was not a lie. A small promise to be better to one another and that small, unuttered promise would soon be the very foundation of their realtionship. A relationship that would come into play that night if all the correct cards were put in play.