~Hey guys, back to the norm here . . . enjoy
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Love, Sex, and Tournament Style Revenge
Part 13.
A Business Proposition
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And started they got . . .
"Oh! Yes, right there!" Hwoarang moaned in pleasure, his hands gripped the seat tightly, and his toes curling in his shoes. Ling Xiaoyu smiled and applied more pressure, her hands working magic on his tense shoulders (:P). Hwoarang stopped her, and spun around in his desk chair, looking up at the tiny Chinese girl through his bangs, "Your hired."
"But you didn't even see me dance."
"Darlin', a piece of advice, when someone hires you? Don't question their reasoning." Ling smiled, and reached for her bag, her elbow clumsily knocking into a tiny black end table. The blue vase that sat upon it began to wobble, and fell off the edge. It was seconds from impact when Ling caught it easily in her hand. He was impressed, "You have good senses."
"I'm a fighter, karate"
"I knew I recognized you. You participated in the last tournament didn't you? King of Iron Fist."
She nodded her head, and stood back up, a delicate smile spreading over her face.
"That's right."
"You were good."
"You were better."
He liked this girl already. Hwoarang leaned back and lit a cigarette, kicking his feet up and lacing his fingers together.
"Ms. Xiaoyu, Ling, I have a business proposition for you."
"More dancing?"
"Not exactly."
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"I'd color the coast with your smile, it's the most genuine thing I've ever seen . . . I was so lost, but now . . . I believe. Iiii believe . . . Now I believe . . . .Now I believe."
"Whaddya'h think?" Julia yelled over the song by Dashboard Confessional. She was testing out songs for the wedding, and-much to Jin's annoyance- decided to play them all at the max volume.
"No!" He yelled back, his mind a jumbling mix of Elton John lyrics and those by Nsync.
"Alright!" Julia ejected the disc, and placed in "Elton John; Greatest Hits 1970-2002" for the 17th time, "I just can't get over 'your song', but I can't decide if it's the original or the Ewan Mcgregor version that I like better." By then he had learned to just nod his head. "Will you get me the 'Moulin Rouge!' CD?"
"Okay!" Jin walked over to Julia's discman, he was in the bedroom, and popped out the pale brown CD, "I think I li-argh!!" The disc clattered to the ground, and Jin found himself gripping the wall for support. His breath was coming in sharp breaths, his vision going red, and Jin could feel a familiar tugging at his shoulder blades, "Noo . . . ungh!" He collapsed on the ground, and clamped his eyes shut. His white knuckles rolled up into a fist. Jin's body began to violently shake, but he stayed firm, suppressing the beast inside of him. Finally the feeling simmered, and Jin was able to bring himself to a standing position.
"Baby!?" Julia yelled. Jin could see her from his position, standing to check on him.
"I'm fine! Just a second!" He reached for his pounding heart, and took deep breaths to slow it down. Sweat dripped off of his face, and his brown eyes fluttered in pain. Why had that just happened?
"Jin," Julia suddenly appeared, looking beautiful even in a pair of sweatpants and one of his old t-shirts, "I need that c-oh my god! What happened?" She reached for his arm, supporting him incase he fell.
"I'm fine" He mumbled gruffly, shrugging her off and reaching for his jacket, "I-I-I gotta get outta'h here."
"Well, when are you coming back?"
"I don't know." Jin stumbeled towards the door, his mind racing. The devil gene, it had awoken inside of him, but this time for absolutely no plausible reason.
"Jin wait! Jin!"
but he was already out the door.
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"Forgive me father, for I have sinned."
"Tell me child, tell me your sins."
Nina sighed and bowed her blonde head. The tiny altar was cold, and smelled like ash. She was petrified. Nina could see the priest's outline through the tiny mesh door, could he see her?
"I-I-I hurt someone."
"mmm"
She hated that, doctors always did that, what did it mean?
"My sister, I hurt my sister."
"How?"
"I killed her."
He was silent.
"Father?"
"Yes?"
"Am I going to hell?"
"Yes," But his voice was no longer the deep syrupy voice from before, no, now it was higher pitched . . . feminine, with traces of a delicate irish accent, "Why did you do this to me sister? Why did you kill me!?" Nina gasped as Anna swung open the tiny door that separated them. She was covered in her own blood, and her skin was tinted blue . . . probably from the way that Nina and Hwoarang had disposed of the body. She reached a long boney arm towards the shrieking blonde, "Why sister? Why"
"AHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She was still screaming when she woke up. Nina gripped feverishly at the sheets, sweat soaking her body. The nightmares, she had been having them since the night Anna died. The girl was her sister, she had to feel guilty about murdering her. Nina rolled out of the bed and padded softly into the kitchen, her short black nightgown swishing with every step. Anna, beautiful, young, talented Anna . . . had it really been necessary to kill her? It's not exactly normal to go and kill your sister, but then again Nina's life wasn't even near normal. Still, she found herself regretting it. Held up in her bedroom, staring silently a photo of the two of them, her expression unreadable both on the portrait and in real time. "Whooosh" The water spewed out of the faucet and into the clear crystal glass. Nina stared at the water, letting it overflow. She screamed again, smashing the glass against the wall and dunking her head into the sink; drinking from the faucet like it was a fountain. She let out a gasp after she was done, and sank down on the ground. A jagged piece of glass piercing her hand.
Anna.
Nina didn't cry, but she knew that if she could, then she would have.
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"I need your services, it's as simple as that. I think that you would be perfect for this, and a valuable asset to our team."
"Wait, I'm confused. You want me to . . ."
Hwoarang sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, she was a good fighter, but her brainlessness would be tiresome.
"Win the love of my life back by taking out her fiancée."
"Oh, that's easy. Sex appeal style?"
He looked her over once.
"No, I was thinking more along the lines of find and destroy."
Ling let out a little yelp, and her eyes shifted to the floor.
"I don't know . . . Who is it?"
"Julia. Julia Chang."
"aa-and Jin!?" She was frightened, he could tell. Hwoarang smiled his perfect smile and placed his hand on her knee.
"Don't worry, Jin won't get hurt. I know about you two, about how he feels about you."
"He-he what?"
"He still has feelings for you." The lies just poured out of his mouth, and Ling Xiaoyu drank up everyone of them.
"So he wouldn't get hurt, only Julia . . ."
"No, we don't hurt Julia. We just separate her from Jin. Look Xiao, it's a win win situaion, I get Jules, you get Jin. WE both go home happy."
Ling bit down on her bottom lip, obviously deep in thought.
"Okay . . . I'll do it."
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~hahahahaha -FOO
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Love, Sex, and Tournament Style Revenge
Part 13.
A Business Proposition
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And started they got . . .
"Oh! Yes, right there!" Hwoarang moaned in pleasure, his hands gripped the seat tightly, and his toes curling in his shoes. Ling Xiaoyu smiled and applied more pressure, her hands working magic on his tense shoulders (:P). Hwoarang stopped her, and spun around in his desk chair, looking up at the tiny Chinese girl through his bangs, "Your hired."
"But you didn't even see me dance."
"Darlin', a piece of advice, when someone hires you? Don't question their reasoning." Ling smiled, and reached for her bag, her elbow clumsily knocking into a tiny black end table. The blue vase that sat upon it began to wobble, and fell off the edge. It was seconds from impact when Ling caught it easily in her hand. He was impressed, "You have good senses."
"I'm a fighter, karate"
"I knew I recognized you. You participated in the last tournament didn't you? King of Iron Fist."
She nodded her head, and stood back up, a delicate smile spreading over her face.
"That's right."
"You were good."
"You were better."
He liked this girl already. Hwoarang leaned back and lit a cigarette, kicking his feet up and lacing his fingers together.
"Ms. Xiaoyu, Ling, I have a business proposition for you."
"More dancing?"
"Not exactly."
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"I'd color the coast with your smile, it's the most genuine thing I've ever seen . . . I was so lost, but now . . . I believe. Iiii believe . . . Now I believe . . . .Now I believe."
"Whaddya'h think?" Julia yelled over the song by Dashboard Confessional. She was testing out songs for the wedding, and-much to Jin's annoyance- decided to play them all at the max volume.
"No!" He yelled back, his mind a jumbling mix of Elton John lyrics and those by Nsync.
"Alright!" Julia ejected the disc, and placed in "Elton John; Greatest Hits 1970-2002" for the 17th time, "I just can't get over 'your song', but I can't decide if it's the original or the Ewan Mcgregor version that I like better." By then he had learned to just nod his head. "Will you get me the 'Moulin Rouge!' CD?"
"Okay!" Jin walked over to Julia's discman, he was in the bedroom, and popped out the pale brown CD, "I think I li-argh!!" The disc clattered to the ground, and Jin found himself gripping the wall for support. His breath was coming in sharp breaths, his vision going red, and Jin could feel a familiar tugging at his shoulder blades, "Noo . . . ungh!" He collapsed on the ground, and clamped his eyes shut. His white knuckles rolled up into a fist. Jin's body began to violently shake, but he stayed firm, suppressing the beast inside of him. Finally the feeling simmered, and Jin was able to bring himself to a standing position.
"Baby!?" Julia yelled. Jin could see her from his position, standing to check on him.
"I'm fine! Just a second!" He reached for his pounding heart, and took deep breaths to slow it down. Sweat dripped off of his face, and his brown eyes fluttered in pain. Why had that just happened?
"Jin," Julia suddenly appeared, looking beautiful even in a pair of sweatpants and one of his old t-shirts, "I need that c-oh my god! What happened?" She reached for his arm, supporting him incase he fell.
"I'm fine" He mumbled gruffly, shrugging her off and reaching for his jacket, "I-I-I gotta get outta'h here."
"Well, when are you coming back?"
"I don't know." Jin stumbeled towards the door, his mind racing. The devil gene, it had awoken inside of him, but this time for absolutely no plausible reason.
"Jin wait! Jin!"
but he was already out the door.
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"Forgive me father, for I have sinned."
"Tell me child, tell me your sins."
Nina sighed and bowed her blonde head. The tiny altar was cold, and smelled like ash. She was petrified. Nina could see the priest's outline through the tiny mesh door, could he see her?
"I-I-I hurt someone."
"mmm"
She hated that, doctors always did that, what did it mean?
"My sister, I hurt my sister."
"How?"
"I killed her."
He was silent.
"Father?"
"Yes?"
"Am I going to hell?"
"Yes," But his voice was no longer the deep syrupy voice from before, no, now it was higher pitched . . . feminine, with traces of a delicate irish accent, "Why did you do this to me sister? Why did you kill me!?" Nina gasped as Anna swung open the tiny door that separated them. She was covered in her own blood, and her skin was tinted blue . . . probably from the way that Nina and Hwoarang had disposed of the body. She reached a long boney arm towards the shrieking blonde, "Why sister? Why"
"AHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She was still screaming when she woke up. Nina gripped feverishly at the sheets, sweat soaking her body. The nightmares, she had been having them since the night Anna died. The girl was her sister, she had to feel guilty about murdering her. Nina rolled out of the bed and padded softly into the kitchen, her short black nightgown swishing with every step. Anna, beautiful, young, talented Anna . . . had it really been necessary to kill her? It's not exactly normal to go and kill your sister, but then again Nina's life wasn't even near normal. Still, she found herself regretting it. Held up in her bedroom, staring silently a photo of the two of them, her expression unreadable both on the portrait and in real time. "Whooosh" The water spewed out of the faucet and into the clear crystal glass. Nina stared at the water, letting it overflow. She screamed again, smashing the glass against the wall and dunking her head into the sink; drinking from the faucet like it was a fountain. She let out a gasp after she was done, and sank down on the ground. A jagged piece of glass piercing her hand.
Anna.
Nina didn't cry, but she knew that if she could, then she would have.
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"I need your services, it's as simple as that. I think that you would be perfect for this, and a valuable asset to our team."
"Wait, I'm confused. You want me to . . ."
Hwoarang sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, she was a good fighter, but her brainlessness would be tiresome.
"Win the love of my life back by taking out her fiancée."
"Oh, that's easy. Sex appeal style?"
He looked her over once.
"No, I was thinking more along the lines of find and destroy."
Ling let out a little yelp, and her eyes shifted to the floor.
"I don't know . . . Who is it?"
"Julia. Julia Chang."
"aa-and Jin!?" She was frightened, he could tell. Hwoarang smiled his perfect smile and placed his hand on her knee.
"Don't worry, Jin won't get hurt. I know about you two, about how he feels about you."
"He-he what?"
"He still has feelings for you." The lies just poured out of his mouth, and Ling Xiaoyu drank up everyone of them.
"So he wouldn't get hurt, only Julia . . ."
"No, we don't hurt Julia. We just separate her from Jin. Look Xiao, it's a win win situaion, I get Jules, you get Jin. WE both go home happy."
Ling bit down on her bottom lip, obviously deep in thought.
"Okay . . . I'll do it."
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~hahahahaha -FOO