Everything is Relative
Yeah, I'm back. This will go on for about 2 more
chapters. Then I'm doing a poetry collection
based on Everything is Relative. Then I don't
know what.
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Six years in a cursed body, six years alone.
At the time it was the prefect plan, Jin
could be with Hwoarang and he wouldn't be
ashamed. But he had lost Hwoarang all the
same. Jin dispised being in this body,
but he had hated what Hwoarang had done
and couldn't bring himself to commit the
same act. So he had stayed in a stolen body.
Six years.
Jin had always known how Hwoarang had used
Ling on that night, to anger him, it was his
fault. He wanted nothing more then to help
her. But she had not returned to China and
no one could locate her. He had devoted his
life to it. What else did he have to live
for? Now, he had found her, what was he to
say?
"Excuse me, Ling..."
Jin tapped on the door, hopeing for a reply.
"Ling..."
Should he introduce himself as Julia? Was he
Julia? No, he was Jin...Jin."
tap tap tap
Slowly the door opened. Ling appeared in the
doorway. She looked much older then 22 but
there was still a youthful energy to her.
However much it was depleated.
"Ling...it's...I'm"
He was at a loss for words, he should just
say who he was and why he had come.
"Julia?" Ling questioned
tap tap tap
This time it was small footsteps.
"No...I'm Jin Kazama. I realize its hard
to explain...but..."
tap tap tap
The footsteps repeated.
"If you are who you say, please leave me alone..
I just want to forget."
tap tap tap
A small red haired boy appeared in the door way.
"Who is it Mommy?"
"Go back inside Fiore*."
Ling began to close the door, to block out
the world she wanted to leave behind. Instinctivly
Jin held the door to avoid losing her again.
"Ling-pi**, let me in, please. I've been waiting so
long to talk to you."
The littly boy gazed up at Ling again. Jin knew,
it was impossible not to know. It hurt him more
then anything else. It was as if Hwoarang had died
again.
"I won't relive the pain Jin-kun...you and Hwoarang
brought me so much pain."
"Did you...love him?"
"I've never loved."
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* Italian for "blossom"
** I've only heard this used in Wedding Peach, it
trasnlates to something more then "chan" would kinda...
Yeah, I'm back. This will go on for about 2 more
chapters. Then I'm doing a poetry collection
based on Everything is Relative. Then I don't
know what.
------------------------------------
Six years in a cursed body, six years alone.
At the time it was the prefect plan, Jin
could be with Hwoarang and he wouldn't be
ashamed. But he had lost Hwoarang all the
same. Jin dispised being in this body,
but he had hated what Hwoarang had done
and couldn't bring himself to commit the
same act. So he had stayed in a stolen body.
Six years.
Jin had always known how Hwoarang had used
Ling on that night, to anger him, it was his
fault. He wanted nothing more then to help
her. But she had not returned to China and
no one could locate her. He had devoted his
life to it. What else did he have to live
for? Now, he had found her, what was he to
say?
"Excuse me, Ling..."
Jin tapped on the door, hopeing for a reply.
"Ling..."
Should he introduce himself as Julia? Was he
Julia? No, he was Jin...Jin."
tap tap tap
Slowly the door opened. Ling appeared in the
doorway. She looked much older then 22 but
there was still a youthful energy to her.
However much it was depleated.
"Ling...it's...I'm"
He was at a loss for words, he should just
say who he was and why he had come.
"Julia?" Ling questioned
tap tap tap
This time it was small footsteps.
"No...I'm Jin Kazama. I realize its hard
to explain...but..."
tap tap tap
The footsteps repeated.
"If you are who you say, please leave me alone..
I just want to forget."
tap tap tap
A small red haired boy appeared in the door way.
"Who is it Mommy?"
"Go back inside Fiore*."
Ling began to close the door, to block out
the world she wanted to leave behind. Instinctivly
Jin held the door to avoid losing her again.
"Ling-pi**, let me in, please. I've been waiting so
long to talk to you."
The littly boy gazed up at Ling again. Jin knew,
it was impossible not to know. It hurt him more
then anything else. It was as if Hwoarang had died
again.
"I won't relive the pain Jin-kun...you and Hwoarang
brought me so much pain."
"Did you...love him?"
"I've never loved."
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* Italian for "blossom"
** I've only heard this used in Wedding Peach, it
trasnlates to something more then "chan" would kinda...