King of the Iron Fist Tournament 5
Comments: Been a while since I worked on this but here it is now! ^_^ (for those of you who enjoy reading it ^^;;)
Disclaimer: it is every fangirl's dream to own bunch of bishounens… isn't it? XD Well… Tekken doesn't belong to me… but some of the characters in this fic do!
1) Hwoansang 2) Ryuu 3) Kouji 4) Yuki 5) Alicia Phoenix 6) Shin 7) AND… Adam Reiley, of course .;; evil bastard
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Chapter 6: Authority
Hysterics tore through Ryuu's mind as he ran down the street, slipping once or twice in the snow. But every time he fell, he got up with even faster and continued to run. The third time he fell he couldn't get up. The fists pounded into the snow, each snarl or cry of despair racking the body.
Grabbing a fistful of snow, Ryuu noticed the stinging pain of his palm and opened up his clenched fist. Scratches from the ground as he had fallen, blood from those scratches began to seep through. A shaky breath escaped the cold lips as Ryuu pushed himself up and began to walk not run, but walk down the cold and lonely street once more.
Dark veil had been draped over the sleepless sky, the stars now watching him carefully as snow fell on his shoulders. Only those ever so unfortunate were out with the stars, the man selling gadgets and the pauper on the street. Wind whistled through the branches of the trees, the bared and cold limbs reaching out to grab the blanket of the night.
The gadget-man stepped in front of Ryuu, bundled in thick tattered jackets and shirts. Without a word he pushed the handful of watches and pocket-knives to Ryuu's face, sighing heavily as Ryuu pushed the hand away and asked, "I'm sorry but I'm looking for someone. Have you seen a thin, red-haired boy? He's a little shorter than I am and his hair comes a little above his shoulders."
The man paused to think, trying to remember a boy of such feminine descriptions. Again silently, he pointed in the direction of a bar that was still filled with inebriated and rabid men. He smiled as Ryuu bowed and thanked him and went back to his seat on the thin blanket that was spread out on the cold concrete.
Pushing the door open with a slam, Ryuu looked around with disgust. The stench of alcohol was so thick and intoxicating, the coarse odor of the men only being a supplementary. Covering his nose and mouth with his hand, Ryuu pushed through the crowd and toward the bartender.
"Excuse me," Ryuu leaned over the counter, trying to get the bartender's attention over the loud music. The bartender blinked in surprise as he saw another young face in the crowd. Ryuu smiled politely and asked, "Have you seen a red-haired boy come in here? He's slim, kind of womanish looking…"
"Oh," the man's voice suddenly dropped to a pitying tone, the eyes averting Ryuu's questioning ones as he headed to the door in the back. "Follow me."
Doing as he was told, Ryuu found himself in a small room with a stench that was unidentifiable. There was a small table by the cracked window, one half of the black curtain draped over it rather exhausted. The floor creaked at each step, the dripping of the water from the bathroom only stressing the absence of motion in the room. On the cold and lonely bed, a small figure rested under the thin and tattered sheets. One bared arm hung over the edge of the bed, the face buried in the crook of the other arm. The sheets only covered from waist and down, the exposed back displaying the marred skin.
A step closer.
The unclad youth let out a stifled sob, only whimpering softly as the slight movement only caused pain. The truth caused the agony of his morale, the cold touch and voice shredding his worth into bits.
"Hwoansang..." Ryuu's voice was low, but audible enough for the called boy to stir and face his company. The redhead's lips moved, but no sound came out, and the eyes filled up with tears of shame and pain. Ryuu kneeled by the bed, placing his hand carefully on the delicate face, but quickly withdrew as he realized that his hands were callous from the scratches. Nonetheless, Hwoansang reached for Ryuu's hand with his own.
As moments passed, the caressing of the soft skin grew more and more affectionate as Ryuu moved his hand to wipe away the falling tears. It moved to brush away the strands of hair out of the saddened eyes. Hwoansang could feel the shallow marring of the skin, but he longed for that touch; he longed for Ryuu's touch.
"How did you know I was here?" the redhead's lips moved slightly to form the question, the eyes keeping their intent gaze on Ryuu. Brushing his thumbs on Hwoansang's lip, Ryuu quietly said, "I was looking for you 'cause you didn' t come to our room… and I asked Kouji if he saw you. He said that he saw you at this cafÉ but when I went there it was closed. So I looked around and finally met this man who told me where you were.""
Suppressing the urge to cry in his throat, Ryuu went on, "You don't know how worried I was. You could've been anywhere... it was snowing...and cold."
Hwoansang lowered his gaze, he never wanted to worry the other like that. He wanted to apologize and ask Ryuu to hold him, but what if Ryuu didn't feel that way for him? The momentary silence was broken by Ryuu as he said, "Let's get you back to the hotel…"
Getting back to his feet, Ryuu searched the room for Hwoansang's clothes, sighing as he saw how the T-shirt and jeans had been carelessly thrown aside; the black jacket almost in shreds from the cruel lashes of the whip.
While Ryuu gathered the clothes, Hwoansang sat up and pulled the bed sheet closer for warmth. Lowering his head, he watched as the raven-haired boy returned to the bedside again, much to Hwoansang's relief. Handing the clothes to the redhead, Ryuu said, "I'll wait outside the door. Come out when you finish."
Hwoansang watched Ryuu leave the room. He opened his mouth once to call him back, but the door closed shut even before he could say a word. The fabric of his shirt clung to the marred skin, and the eyes squeezed tightly as he pried it off. It burned when the shirt touched the open gashes, the pain seizing him without mercy.
Ryuu waited outside, watching as different men passed by him. He couldn't help but hate this place, and the hatred burned even stronger when a blond man looked over at Ryuu. There was a taunting glint in those unknown eyes, arrogance sitting so smugly on his shoulder. The men around the stranger snickered, looking over at the door of the room Hwoansang was in, and Ryuu gave a warning glare.
Adam gulped down his beer and looked over at Ryuu, his eyes reflecting the glare. He stood up and pushed his seat in. With slow strides he approached the raven-haired boy and said, "Aren't you a little too young to be here?"
"I'm waiting for my friend." The answer was bitter and curt, and Ryuu broadened his shoulders as if he dared to challenge Adam. The blond chuckled; he chose to ignore the impudent demeanor.
"You seem like a nice young man, why don't I buy you a drink?"
"I don't accept things from a drunk bastard."
Adam's hand lashed out to strike Ryuu but the other youth was faster, Adam's eyes narrowed as his hand became helpless in Ryuu's grip. There was a bone crunching sound before Adam dropped to his knees cradling his wrist. Ryuu looked up at the sound of moving chairs, flashing a confident smirk.
He kicked aside two men who charged at him, knocking them into a group of spectators, and lashed out at another man with tightly clenched fist. Keeping his stand before the closed door, he landed a roundhouse to the last of his opponents. Picking up a ratty looking man, he threw him onto a table; the table broke in half at the impact, and the women ran out shrieking. His fists pounded into the beaten men until they were stained with blood, black marks darkening his face.
He was about to drive a fist right through someone's heart when he heard Hwoansang say his name. The black marks faded away into the skin, the tense fist relaxing, and Ryuu turned around. He stepped toward the redhead, but a strong leg lashed out and Ryuu was knocked back.
Adam was still holding his sore wrist, his blonde hair now a rumpled mess. Anger darkened the flawless face and his chest drew in deep shaky breaths. Ryuu got back to his feet, his way to Hwoansang now blocked by Adam. Their hatred for each other burned strongly, the two glaring into the depth beyond each other's eyes.
"Get away from him," Ryuu commanded, something intangible tickling his fists. He flinched inwardly at the sudden surge of energy, his blood boiling excitedly. When Adam was unresponsive, red and white bolts exploded around Ryuu's fists. The ground below the three started cracking in continuous streams, the shattered wooden pieces rising up to the inexplicable power. All around them glass started shattering and the bottles of alcohol on the shelves exploded all at once.
A blinding flash engulfed everyone within the perimeter, distant screams dying off with the threadbare consciousness Ryuu could manage.
When Ryuu opened his eyes again, he was struck by a strong wind. Everyone lay with their face in the ground, unconscious, and there was no sign of civilization all around them. The buildings had disappeared, bare limbs of the trees finally able to extend themselves.
Stepping over several figures, Ryuu reached his prize. The stars touched Hwoansang's face with delicacy, each graze enlightening the porcelain doll. Ryuu bent down to pull the redhead into his arms, fixing a secure arm around the waist.
Ever so lightly, he kissed away the thickening fear and discomfort, taking a hold of the effeminate hand. The blowing wind stirred the pained frown on Hwoansang's lips into a restful countenance. Without Ryuu noticing, the smaller hand squeezed back briefly before loosening its hold.
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End of Chapter 6. Sorry it took so long. (I doubt anyone would read this now P)
After writing this, I don't think I would ever want to mess with the Kazamas or the Mishimas... w/e. I would rather curl up, next to a fireplace, with Hwoansang. But nooo... he would rather do that with Ryuu! Traitors! *silence* Lemme go find Kouji~!
Any complaints? Compliments? Suggestions? Please R&R~ I'm open to any comment...