Awkward silence. Hwoarang looked pointedly at Kazuya and waited for an answer. Jin did the same. Kazuya folded his arms across his chest and a bitter expression formed on his face.

"Heihachi is looking for you Jin" he said "and no doubt for me too. He raided G-Corporation's labs and found files concerning what happened with me so now he's after us both."

"Why?" Jin asked, puzzled "He's got no reason, the Mishima Empire is his no matter what because I don't want it and neither do you, so why go to all this trouble just for revenge?"

"He doesn't want revenge" Kazuya explained "he wants the devil gene in our blood for himself, and he needs us both so it will work and become dominant instead of recessive in him."

Hwoarang interrupted again.

"So you're saying he wants to take your genes and implant them in himself? Okay, I'll buy that, but why?"

"World domination probably" Jin said "He's a little over ambitious like that,"

"Sounds like the plot from some shit low budget B-Movie" Hwoarang muttered. He looked at Kazuya.

"Could we have a moment alone please?"

Kazuya looked from Hwoarang to Jin and nodded hesitantly. He left the little house and went to stand outside.

Hwoarang turned to Jin.

"Listen baby" he started "As much as I care for you and all the rest of it, I feel slightly uneasy knowing I had sex with a half demon the other night. I don't want to loose you Jin but I don't want you to suddenly turn on me either."

Jin sighed and took the Korean in his arms.

"I would never do anything to hurt you", he said, kissing him lightly on the side of his neck "I wont suddenly turn on you, I do have some control over it."

"But your dad just said it will eventually become stronger, and what then?"

"I wont let it happen" Jin assured him "I can control it, and I can learn how to control it better."

Hwoarang sighed. He laid his head on Jin's shoulder.

"Hypothetically, let's say that you, 'turned', and did something stupid. What then?"

"I'd spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

"You couldn't if I was dead."

Jin stepped back from Hwoarang. He was exasperated and getting annoyed. The Korean folded his arms and stood looking at Jin, waiting for an answer. Jin shook his head and ran a hand back through his hair.

"You know, you're not making this any easier," he said.

"Oh? And it was meant to be easy? I'm sorry Jin but this is kinda freaking me out a bit."

"Are you two done?" Kazuya asked as he stepped back into the building.

Hwoarang nodded. He gave Jin a little peck on the cheek and smiled sadly.

"Good. We need to get going Jin, and I suggest you come with us Hwoarang. No doubt if the Tekkenshu find you then they'll kill you too," Kazuya said. They followed him out into the cold rain. Thunder rumbled dully overhead and the rain showed no signs of easing off. Kazuya unlocked the door of the car he had arrived in and motioned for them to get in. Hwoarang hesitated.

"My bike" he said, motioning back towards the bushes. Kazuya shook his head in disapproval.

"No. Leave it," he instructed, "it's too risky if were travelling separately."

Hwoarang agreed reluctantly. Jin got into the shotgun seat and Kazuya behind the wheel. Hwoarang opened the back door and got in. He looked up and saw Jin's beautiful brown eyes in the rear view mirror looking back at him. He looked away and stared blindly out of the window. The car started and he sighed heavily, watching as the house grew further away and the view became blocked by bushes. Kazuya and Jin were arguing, but he paid no attention. He wondered if Baek and Xion would realise he was gone and do something like call in a missing person, but then they would probably just presume he had gone away for a few days without telling anyone. He started to drift off to sleep, he never lasted long on car journeys.

*** Why is it so cold? Jin? Jin where are you? Oh my God, this is so wrong. What's wrong with me? Why can't I move? I can't speak, I try but nothing comes out. It's like I'm tied down but I can't feel my body anymore. I can't breathe! Shit, am I dying here? I don't want to die alone! What are you doing? Why are you holding that knife? Don't! I'm not here, I'm not here, I'm not here...

Hwoarang woke startled. He felt cold and realised he wasn't in the car anymore. He sat up and his head throbbed again. He swore and felt the back of his skull. The hair was wet, but not with blood, it was rain-soaked. He looked around curiously at the dimly lit room he was now in.

"Why does all the weird shit happen to me?" he asked himself. He thought back. He remembered the car and he remembered driving down the country roads, and Jin and Kazuya arguing about something. He remembered the dream, someone stood over him with a knife in his hand. No, it wasn't a dream, the cut in his arm proved that theory. He didn't remember what happened in between leaving that farmhouse and waking up, but he knew something was wrong. He checked himself, no broken bones or horrible wounds that could stop him getting out of here. He realised his top was missing which probably explained why he felt so cold. Jin and Kazuya where nowhere to be seen, and he daren't call them. He drew his knees up and leaned his forehead on them. The stone wall behind him was freezing against his skin. The room was like a dungeon, he noticed iron shackles on the walls, then noticed the red rings around his wrists, no doubt caused by them. Nothing made sense. How could he have gone from being in a car with Jin and Kazuya, then ended up alone in some prison without remembering how he got there?

He gave in thinking, his head hurt too much. He knew he had been knocked out again, but who by? And why? He didn't much care right now. He looked around again, noting the torches on the wall and the iron door in the corner.

"Nice decor" he said into the darkness "Must get in touch with the designer." He laughed bitterly, he didn't even know if he would live to even speak to Xion again, never mind an interior design celebrity. Right now, everything sucked majorly and he stood up, slightly shaky at first. He was the only one in here, that was obvious. The feeling of solitude totally overwhelmed him. He tried the door but wasn't all that surprised to find it locked, bolted and probably welded shut. He wondered if he was going to get fed. He sank down onto the stone floor again and amused himself with watching the torch flames flicker, casting strange shadows about the room. Might as well just wait this out, if there was no way to get out of the room. He watched the oranges and yellows blend together and dance around on their stakes, until someone finally threw the gas switch and they went out.

"Spoilsport..." Hwoarang muttered. He heard muffled footsteps outside the door, and it opened mechanically, throwing a column of light over him. Three men, their faces hidden by full-fronted helmets, stepped in. They were armed, Hwoarang noticed. Oh well, been shot once, may as well risk it again.

"Get up" the one in front ordered him.

"Make me."

The other two stepped forward and pulled out what appeared to be tazers. He laughed nervously.

"Okay fine" he said as he got to his feet. One of the guards produced some unusually hi-tech looking handcuffs and stepped around behind Hwoarang to bind his wrists. He complained about them being too tight and received a slap across the face from the guard who appeared to be in charge. He laughed sadistically.

"You punch like a girl, you know" he told the guard "No, I've been hit harder by girls."

The guard hit him again, harder.

"Watch your tongue," he growled, pushing Hwoarang back into the wall and stepping right up to him. "If I didn't know better, I'd have thought you were a girl, especially after hearing the way that Kazama guy was calling your name."

"Jin's okay?" Hwoarang asked no one in particular. He was thankful; hell he was ecstatic to know that at least Jin was alive.

"Yeah, your boys' okay, for now anyway. When Heihachi has his way though, it's gonna be a very different story."

"Heihachi... where the fuck am I? What is this place??" Hwoarang screamed at the guard. The guard laughed to himself as though Hwoarang had just asked him what colour the sky was.

"You're in the Mishima Zaibatzu compound kid, Heihachi's waiting for you, come on."

He grabbed Hwoarang's arm and pulled him forwards roughly. The other two guards left the room and stood outside. Hwoarang saw his chance. He pulled back sharply out of the guards grip and kicked him in the groin sending him to the floor. The other two, hearing the commotion, reappeared in the doorway, guns raised. Throwing caution to the wind, Hwoarang ran at them with his head down. The guard in front was bowled over and crashed into the one behind, knocking him out. The first guard was crawling across the floor, reaching out for his own weapon. Hwoarang kicked it out of the way and ran for the door. In the corridor, he turned left and sped down it towards the staircase at the end. Gunfire echoed behind him and bullets ricocheted off the walls. He bounded up the staircase, struggling against the cuffs. They were beginning to seem impossible to break out of when the iron on his right wrist bent and snapped.

He paused to look at his hands and the twisted metal of the broken cuff.

'And apparently I do have super-human powers' he thought. He could easily get the other cuff off his wrist now, and he dropped them before taking off down the new corridor. He ran through the various, rabbit-warren-like halls, past empty rooms and at one point ended up in what appeared to be a personal dojo. He ran through the dojo to the door on the other side and came out in yet another long corridor with various turn offs. He groaned. His legs were aching and his head hurt, but he started down the corridor anyway, taking the second turn off. The huge doors at the end looked like they lead to somewhere important. The doors were heavily polished, painted a rich emerald green and had the Mishima insignia engraved into them and painted gold. There were no handles, just two huge iron rings designed to look like two dragons curling around themselves.

He gulped. The doors themselves were intimidating enough, and god only knew what was on the other side. Hwoarang listened carefully. He couldn't hear movement or voices beyond them, but then there was no telling how thick the doors were. He decided to take his chances anyway. He checked back down the hall to make sure he wasn't being followed and pushed on the wood. At first the door didn't move, and Hwoarang wondered if it was somehow locked from the other side. He pushed again, but harder, and the door shifted slightly then creaked its way open.

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Oh no! what's on the other side of the door?? Hehe this is like a pantomime, ~shouts~ 'NNNNOOOO don't go in there!!!!!'.......ahem ^_^ anyways, sorry if this is a bit crap, I had the WORST case of writers block EVER! I even had friends trying to help me with it! Anyways, hope it wasn't to awful, see you soon Kaine xx