Everything is Relative - Chapter 3
By Poli Almasy (white_mage_eiko@yahoo.com)
http://www.white-mage.net/writting
I suspect I'm not taking this in the
direction you wanted, but don't worry
I'm just sidetracking for a bit.
Yeah, and I realize Julia becomes damn weird.
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"He's....dead?"
All Julia heard after that was the dialtone.
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Everyone had suspected it, but no one was
ready when it finally happened. Jin Kazama was dead,
there was noting more to it. He had more enimies then
friends, but no one had known him. Hell, he had hardly
known him. But Hwoarang couldn't deal with the fact
he was now gone. That he could've prevented it. Maybe
he could have saved Jin.
Julia, another one of the contestants had called
to inform him of Jin's death. He had simply hung up on her.
He was unsure of how he was supposed to deal with it. What
had Jin been to him? At first Jin had been a challange, something
to achive. Now, the ultimate goal that Hwoarang had desired
had been achived, and he was empty.
He failed to regain his pride, he only tarnished it more.
He failed to avenge Baek, his blood was still smeared.
He failed to become what he wanted.
He had become what he dispised
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"Hwoarang? Are you there?" Julia knocked
on the door of the apartment. She had flown to Korea
to speek to Hwoarang and she wasn't leaving until she
got her own way.
"I know you're in there! Just come out!" Slowly the
door opened and Hwoarang appered. His eyes were reddened
as if he had been awake all night.
"Who are you?" he pulled back his red hair and squinted a
bit. Julia was unsure what it was supposed to mean.
"Julia....from the tournament, remember?" she was a little
embarrassed at here apperance. Would he recongnize her?
"Hold on, I can't see a thing." he stumbled a bit to the
side when he walked back into the apartment.
"Hwoarang....are you drunk?" Julia was concerned that Hwoarang
wasn't "all there" at the moment.
"No, I'm perfectly fine." he stood up pefectly straigt
to prove his point. "I don't have any contacts in."
"You wear contacts?" Julia was a bit more then skeptical
at Hwoarang's remark.
"Shut the fuck up." Hwoarang let Julia into the apartment.
As she had suspected, it was a mess. She couldn't help but
giggle at the fact Hwoarang turned out to be everything she
thought he'd be.
Hwoarang made his way into the bedroom and returned
a few moments later in much better condition then when Julia
had arrived. His eyes where still red, but they seemed to
be focusing better then they had before.
"I-I...I came because I was worried about you, everyone seemed
relieved when they found out that Jin Kazama had died, and you
hung up on me." she played with her hair not knowing what to
do with her hands.
"You flew to Korea bacasue I hung up on you?" It was
Hwoarang's turn to be skeptical.
"What do you know about Jin Kazama that I don't?"
"Nothing."
"You're lying."
"I know less then you do."
"You're lying."
"I know nothing."
"You know everything."
Julia, unknowingly, instinctivly, moved closer to Hwoarang.
Whatever he knew, she wanted it. She wanted more than that. She
wanted Hwoarang. In truth, she knew everything. She was everything.
"I know who you are, you're not Julia."
"And if I'm not, what would you do?" she rubbed her
slender hands over his chest. Hwoarang flinced at the touch.
"Who are you?"
"I've come back to you, Hwoarang-kun."
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By Poli Almasy (white_mage_eiko@yahoo.com)
http://www.white-mage.net/writting
I suspect I'm not taking this in the
direction you wanted, but don't worry
I'm just sidetracking for a bit.
Yeah, and I realize Julia becomes damn weird.
-------------------------------------
"He's....dead?"
All Julia heard after that was the dialtone.
-------------------------------------
Everyone had suspected it, but no one was
ready when it finally happened. Jin Kazama was dead,
there was noting more to it. He had more enimies then
friends, but no one had known him. Hell, he had hardly
known him. But Hwoarang couldn't deal with the fact
he was now gone. That he could've prevented it. Maybe
he could have saved Jin.
Julia, another one of the contestants had called
to inform him of Jin's death. He had simply hung up on her.
He was unsure of how he was supposed to deal with it. What
had Jin been to him? At first Jin had been a challange, something
to achive. Now, the ultimate goal that Hwoarang had desired
had been achived, and he was empty.
He failed to regain his pride, he only tarnished it more.
He failed to avenge Baek, his blood was still smeared.
He failed to become what he wanted.
He had become what he dispised
---------------------------------------
"Hwoarang? Are you there?" Julia knocked
on the door of the apartment. She had flown to Korea
to speek to Hwoarang and she wasn't leaving until she
got her own way.
"I know you're in there! Just come out!" Slowly the
door opened and Hwoarang appered. His eyes were reddened
as if he had been awake all night.
"Who are you?" he pulled back his red hair and squinted a
bit. Julia was unsure what it was supposed to mean.
"Julia....from the tournament, remember?" she was a little
embarrassed at here apperance. Would he recongnize her?
"Hold on, I can't see a thing." he stumbled a bit to the
side when he walked back into the apartment.
"Hwoarang....are you drunk?" Julia was concerned that Hwoarang
wasn't "all there" at the moment.
"No, I'm perfectly fine." he stood up pefectly straigt
to prove his point. "I don't have any contacts in."
"You wear contacts?" Julia was a bit more then skeptical
at Hwoarang's remark.
"Shut the fuck up." Hwoarang let Julia into the apartment.
As she had suspected, it was a mess. She couldn't help but
giggle at the fact Hwoarang turned out to be everything she
thought he'd be.
Hwoarang made his way into the bedroom and returned
a few moments later in much better condition then when Julia
had arrived. His eyes where still red, but they seemed to
be focusing better then they had before.
"I-I...I came because I was worried about you, everyone seemed
relieved when they found out that Jin Kazama had died, and you
hung up on me." she played with her hair not knowing what to
do with her hands.
"You flew to Korea bacasue I hung up on you?" It was
Hwoarang's turn to be skeptical.
"What do you know about Jin Kazama that I don't?"
"Nothing."
"You're lying."
"I know less then you do."
"You're lying."
"I know nothing."
"You know everything."
Julia, unknowingly, instinctivly, moved closer to Hwoarang.
Whatever he knew, she wanted it. She wanted more than that. She
wanted Hwoarang. In truth, she knew everything. She was everything.
"I know who you are, you're not Julia."
"And if I'm not, what would you do?" she rubbed her
slender hands over his chest. Hwoarang flinced at the touch.
"Who are you?"
"I've come back to you, Hwoarang-kun."
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