Jin's sudden movement knocked him awake, and Hwoarang moaned something
about "not wanting to go to school today mum..."
"Baka..." Jin murmured, "You never went to school." Hwoarang opened one eye and peered up at Jin who was sitting up on the futon and glaring at the door as if daring it to slide open.
"Whassamatta?" he asked in his half-asleep slur. Jin clamped his hand over Hwoarang's mouth and the Korean immediately understood that something wasn't quite right. He sat up slowly to minimise noise and listened hard. Voices and footsteps could be heard down the hall towards the reception, and they didn't sound friendly. The unmistakeably familiar rhythm of military style running came up the hall and slowed as it reached the door of the room. The pair scrambled up and into their clothes. A shadow appeared, just visible through the paper walls in the dim light of the early morning, and positioned itself outside the door. The voice accompanying it was all too familiar.
"Jin Kazama, get your sorry ass out here!"
"Oh shit!! Heihachi!! He's alive!!"" Hwoarang whispered as best he could whilst in a mad panic.
Jin grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the back of the room, opened the window and practically threw the redhead through it then squeezed through himself. Jin landed on his feet then picked up the startled Korean, holding him tightly at the waist. His eyes flashed red and the tattoos appeared back on his chest and forehead.
"Oh no..." was all Hwoarang managed to say before the huge black wings sprouted from Jin's back and they took flight for the second time in the last twenty-four hours.
"Sister, can people fly?"
Sister Rose looked down on the young boy sat on the old wooden chair in the middle of the orphanage infirmary. She cleaned up the trickle of blood on his grazed knee and put a band-aid over it. This kid always had plasters on his knees and elbows; he loved to climb trees all day. The huge jade eyes stared eagerly up at her from under the messy mop of red hair.
"If they truly believe, a person can do anything they wish" she replied, then glanced at his knee "but no more trying to fly out of the apple tree, or you wont live to see your seventh birthday."
He giggled.
"So if I believe I can be a famous rock-star, I can?"
"Of course you can."
"And if I believe I can be a dinosaur I can?!"
"With the help of some cardboard, paints and sticky tape, yes."
"What about a kid with a mum? If I believe I can have a mum, then can I?
Sister Rose sighed. It was hard to make the children explain why they didn't have parents, especially the abandoned ones.
"I think you may have to stick with flying", she said gently, tossing the bloody cotton balls into the trashcan.
Jin landed softly and let Hwoarang free from his vice-like grip. Less than an hour later and they were stood in a deserted park with the morning sun beginning to rise on the horizon to the East. Jin relaxed and returned to his normal self.
"Where are we?"
"Kyoto" Jin said, "I lived here when I was a kid for a bit."
Hwoarang looked around the empty park. It was small but full of blossom trees and the surrounding city was just beginning to wake. A shout same from across the street then another responded, and a small group of young men came stumbling into view, on their way home from a night out. Jin took Hwoarang's wrist and pulled him away towards a block of apartments. They stayed in the shadows, out of view from the road and walked quickly along the pavement.
"I've got friends here" Jin explained, "they will help us out, it's not far from here."
They hurried around he corner and down into a dark alleyway. Creatures skittered across their path, probably rats or spiders, and disappeared into the walls on either side. The alley turned left and stopped.
Two doors stood across from each other on the alley's sides. Jin knocked on one of them, and a noise like someone walking into a table came from the other side. The door was opened and two boys practically spilled out onto the concrete floor of the alley. They were giggling and hanging onto each other for support, quite obviously completely inebriated. One of them had bright blue hair, obviously dyed; the other didn't look like he could even see straight. The one with the blue hair looked up and grinned madly.
"Jin!" he cried, "How's it goin'?"
"Fine thanks, Chihiro" Jin replied. Chihiro hoisted the other boy, who had apparently passed out, up so he was standing more or less straight and dragged him inside the building, telling them to follow. Jin led Hwoarang through the door and closed it behind them. Inside, there were three other boys beside Chi and the unconscious one, who turned out to be Akira. The others introduced themselves as Junsei, Ichiro and Keitaro.
Chihiro dragged Akira away to another room and reappeared with two clean shirts. He handed one to Jin and another to Hwoarang. They put them on; glad for the warmth they gave.
"You guys want a beer?" Keitaro offered them. Jin shook his head, but Hwoarang nodded eagerly. If there was anything he wanted right now it was alcohol. Keitaro handed him one and they sat down.
"So stranger" Junsei asked Jin "what brings you back here?"
"Heihachi" he said, adding "for a change."
"Oh shit! What's he up to now?" Ichiro broke in.
"Trying to extract the devil gene again" Jin told them "He got me and Kazuya, and dragged Hwoarang along for the ride."
"So you guys need a place to hide out?"
"Would be appreciated yeah."
"Sure" Ichiro said "take the spare room, we're not staying over today," he added, motioning to Junsei.
Hwoarang had been listening to the conversation half assedly, more intent on finishing the contents of the green bottle in his left hand. He swallowed the last dregs and put the bottle down on the floor. The living room of the apartment, which he later found out had been a brothel at one point, was pretty big and decorated like a typical guys home. White walls, no pictures on them, two odd sofas and an armchair, TV and a rather impressive collection of porn on the shelf under it. Jin stood up and walked to the back of the room towards the stairs, so Hwoarang followed. At the top, there were two rooms ahead and one more to the right, which they took. It was powder blue inside, much like Hwoarang's own room at home. The huge window that looked out onto the cherry blossom park reminded him of the window in the dormitory back at the orphanage. Most of the kids had been scared of that window, thinking that if they went to close it would somehow break and they would fall through onto the concrete courtyard below. Hwoarang and Kei however, used to enjoy scaring the others by standing close to the window and leaning against the frame while Mina screeched at them to come away.
The morning sun had risen over the hills in the distance, but Hwoarang was too tired to care what time of day it was. The last few hours had drained him completely, and he collapsed onto one of the two double beds in the room. Jin followed suit, neither bothering to change and they slept fully clothed, curled up together as morning became afternoon, and afternoon became evening.
Noise on the street outside woke Jin with a start, and he woke Hwoarang by accidentally elbowing him in the ribs. Hwoarang groaned and rolled over, refusing to wake up just yet. The noise outside had been nothing more than a car horn beeping, and the city was alive with people travelling home from work. The park was lit up with decorative lights in the trees and around the paths of the gardens, and couples walked hand-in-hand among them. Voices downstairs announced that Chihiro, Keitaro and Akira were all awake and watching TV. Jin shook Hwoarang awake and the Korean shot him a glare that made Jin slightly worried. If looks could kill, Death would have been Hwoarang's name and Jin would have been well and truly six feet under. He pushed himself up, still frowning, and sat up on the bed.
"Come on you" Jin said, grinning, "We're going out."
"Where?" Hwoarang asked, rubbing his eyes awake.
"To the park."
Hwoarang frowned again.
"You know, you're going to stick that way."
"You're in a bloody good mood."
"Of course I am. Were here in Kyoto, Heihachi isn't and we've got the whole park to walk around! How about it?"
Hwoarang briefly considered his options. Stay here and sleep, or go out and have a nice, romantic stroll with Jin. The latter just marginally won.
The park was beginning to empty by the time they got there, but that meant less people staring at them. There was a stream passing through the park and they walked over the bridge to the other side where the blossom trees where. The trees were not in flower, but still looked magnificent with the lights shining through the leaves. They sat down under one of the bigger ones and watched the lights of the city flickering, counting them, then loosing count and having to start over. The sky was littered with stars against the dark blue background and the shadows of the hills were faint on the skyline. Occasionally, a car went past or a couple walked through the park and over the bridge, but mostly they were alone.
"Tell me about when you were a kid" Jin said. Hwoarang, who was leaning with his back against Jin's chest, turned a bit and looked up at him.
"Well, I was abandoned, you know that."
"Yeah."
"And I was brought up by nuns, although I don't think their ways had that much of an impression on me. My best friends were Kei and Mina, but Mina left when we were six or so. Sister Rose was awesome though, she was like the resident agony aunt and she mothered us all to death."
Jin listened intently. Hwoarang told him about everything he didn't already know. About meeting Xion and Ripley, about Black and the Hoods, about Wing, Baek and even about his landlord Bernie. The streets were quieter now; only a few people were still out this time of night. Hwoarang fell silent when he realised he had nothing more to tell, and Jin said nothing. They just sat under the blossom tree together, not having to speak o know what the other was thinking. Hwoarang turned around fully and kissed Jin. A couple walking past spotted the too boys making out and hurried past, frowning in disapproval. Hwoarang saw them looking back and burst out laughing. He fell back onto the grass and lay, staring up at the stars. His view was blocked when Jin appeared over him, kissed him and suggested they go back to the apartment. Hwoarang agreed and Jin took his hand to pull him up, then they set off for the apartment, hand-in-hand.
Aww so sweet!! Hehe, I've not written in a while, so I apologise! But I've got three stories on the go at once now as well as trying to get stuff for school sorted out! I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed it's 22.38 at night! Hope you enjoyed
Kaine xx
"Baka..." Jin murmured, "You never went to school." Hwoarang opened one eye and peered up at Jin who was sitting up on the futon and glaring at the door as if daring it to slide open.
"Whassamatta?" he asked in his half-asleep slur. Jin clamped his hand over Hwoarang's mouth and the Korean immediately understood that something wasn't quite right. He sat up slowly to minimise noise and listened hard. Voices and footsteps could be heard down the hall towards the reception, and they didn't sound friendly. The unmistakeably familiar rhythm of military style running came up the hall and slowed as it reached the door of the room. The pair scrambled up and into their clothes. A shadow appeared, just visible through the paper walls in the dim light of the early morning, and positioned itself outside the door. The voice accompanying it was all too familiar.
"Jin Kazama, get your sorry ass out here!"
"Oh shit!! Heihachi!! He's alive!!"" Hwoarang whispered as best he could whilst in a mad panic.
Jin grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the back of the room, opened the window and practically threw the redhead through it then squeezed through himself. Jin landed on his feet then picked up the startled Korean, holding him tightly at the waist. His eyes flashed red and the tattoos appeared back on his chest and forehead.
"Oh no..." was all Hwoarang managed to say before the huge black wings sprouted from Jin's back and they took flight for the second time in the last twenty-four hours.
"Sister, can people fly?"
Sister Rose looked down on the young boy sat on the old wooden chair in the middle of the orphanage infirmary. She cleaned up the trickle of blood on his grazed knee and put a band-aid over it. This kid always had plasters on his knees and elbows; he loved to climb trees all day. The huge jade eyes stared eagerly up at her from under the messy mop of red hair.
"If they truly believe, a person can do anything they wish" she replied, then glanced at his knee "but no more trying to fly out of the apple tree, or you wont live to see your seventh birthday."
He giggled.
"So if I believe I can be a famous rock-star, I can?"
"Of course you can."
"And if I believe I can be a dinosaur I can?!"
"With the help of some cardboard, paints and sticky tape, yes."
"What about a kid with a mum? If I believe I can have a mum, then can I?
Sister Rose sighed. It was hard to make the children explain why they didn't have parents, especially the abandoned ones.
"I think you may have to stick with flying", she said gently, tossing the bloody cotton balls into the trashcan.
Jin landed softly and let Hwoarang free from his vice-like grip. Less than an hour later and they were stood in a deserted park with the morning sun beginning to rise on the horizon to the East. Jin relaxed and returned to his normal self.
"Where are we?"
"Kyoto" Jin said, "I lived here when I was a kid for a bit."
Hwoarang looked around the empty park. It was small but full of blossom trees and the surrounding city was just beginning to wake. A shout same from across the street then another responded, and a small group of young men came stumbling into view, on their way home from a night out. Jin took Hwoarang's wrist and pulled him away towards a block of apartments. They stayed in the shadows, out of view from the road and walked quickly along the pavement.
"I've got friends here" Jin explained, "they will help us out, it's not far from here."
They hurried around he corner and down into a dark alleyway. Creatures skittered across their path, probably rats or spiders, and disappeared into the walls on either side. The alley turned left and stopped.
Two doors stood across from each other on the alley's sides. Jin knocked on one of them, and a noise like someone walking into a table came from the other side. The door was opened and two boys practically spilled out onto the concrete floor of the alley. They were giggling and hanging onto each other for support, quite obviously completely inebriated. One of them had bright blue hair, obviously dyed; the other didn't look like he could even see straight. The one with the blue hair looked up and grinned madly.
"Jin!" he cried, "How's it goin'?"
"Fine thanks, Chihiro" Jin replied. Chihiro hoisted the other boy, who had apparently passed out, up so he was standing more or less straight and dragged him inside the building, telling them to follow. Jin led Hwoarang through the door and closed it behind them. Inside, there were three other boys beside Chi and the unconscious one, who turned out to be Akira. The others introduced themselves as Junsei, Ichiro and Keitaro.
Chihiro dragged Akira away to another room and reappeared with two clean shirts. He handed one to Jin and another to Hwoarang. They put them on; glad for the warmth they gave.
"You guys want a beer?" Keitaro offered them. Jin shook his head, but Hwoarang nodded eagerly. If there was anything he wanted right now it was alcohol. Keitaro handed him one and they sat down.
"So stranger" Junsei asked Jin "what brings you back here?"
"Heihachi" he said, adding "for a change."
"Oh shit! What's he up to now?" Ichiro broke in.
"Trying to extract the devil gene again" Jin told them "He got me and Kazuya, and dragged Hwoarang along for the ride."
"So you guys need a place to hide out?"
"Would be appreciated yeah."
"Sure" Ichiro said "take the spare room, we're not staying over today," he added, motioning to Junsei.
Hwoarang had been listening to the conversation half assedly, more intent on finishing the contents of the green bottle in his left hand. He swallowed the last dregs and put the bottle down on the floor. The living room of the apartment, which he later found out had been a brothel at one point, was pretty big and decorated like a typical guys home. White walls, no pictures on them, two odd sofas and an armchair, TV and a rather impressive collection of porn on the shelf under it. Jin stood up and walked to the back of the room towards the stairs, so Hwoarang followed. At the top, there were two rooms ahead and one more to the right, which they took. It was powder blue inside, much like Hwoarang's own room at home. The huge window that looked out onto the cherry blossom park reminded him of the window in the dormitory back at the orphanage. Most of the kids had been scared of that window, thinking that if they went to close it would somehow break and they would fall through onto the concrete courtyard below. Hwoarang and Kei however, used to enjoy scaring the others by standing close to the window and leaning against the frame while Mina screeched at them to come away.
The morning sun had risen over the hills in the distance, but Hwoarang was too tired to care what time of day it was. The last few hours had drained him completely, and he collapsed onto one of the two double beds in the room. Jin followed suit, neither bothering to change and they slept fully clothed, curled up together as morning became afternoon, and afternoon became evening.
Noise on the street outside woke Jin with a start, and he woke Hwoarang by accidentally elbowing him in the ribs. Hwoarang groaned and rolled over, refusing to wake up just yet. The noise outside had been nothing more than a car horn beeping, and the city was alive with people travelling home from work. The park was lit up with decorative lights in the trees and around the paths of the gardens, and couples walked hand-in-hand among them. Voices downstairs announced that Chihiro, Keitaro and Akira were all awake and watching TV. Jin shook Hwoarang awake and the Korean shot him a glare that made Jin slightly worried. If looks could kill, Death would have been Hwoarang's name and Jin would have been well and truly six feet under. He pushed himself up, still frowning, and sat up on the bed.
"Come on you" Jin said, grinning, "We're going out."
"Where?" Hwoarang asked, rubbing his eyes awake.
"To the park."
Hwoarang frowned again.
"You know, you're going to stick that way."
"You're in a bloody good mood."
"Of course I am. Were here in Kyoto, Heihachi isn't and we've got the whole park to walk around! How about it?"
Hwoarang briefly considered his options. Stay here and sleep, or go out and have a nice, romantic stroll with Jin. The latter just marginally won.
The park was beginning to empty by the time they got there, but that meant less people staring at them. There was a stream passing through the park and they walked over the bridge to the other side where the blossom trees where. The trees were not in flower, but still looked magnificent with the lights shining through the leaves. They sat down under one of the bigger ones and watched the lights of the city flickering, counting them, then loosing count and having to start over. The sky was littered with stars against the dark blue background and the shadows of the hills were faint on the skyline. Occasionally, a car went past or a couple walked through the park and over the bridge, but mostly they were alone.
"Tell me about when you were a kid" Jin said. Hwoarang, who was leaning with his back against Jin's chest, turned a bit and looked up at him.
"Well, I was abandoned, you know that."
"Yeah."
"And I was brought up by nuns, although I don't think their ways had that much of an impression on me. My best friends were Kei and Mina, but Mina left when we were six or so. Sister Rose was awesome though, she was like the resident agony aunt and she mothered us all to death."
Jin listened intently. Hwoarang told him about everything he didn't already know. About meeting Xion and Ripley, about Black and the Hoods, about Wing, Baek and even about his landlord Bernie. The streets were quieter now; only a few people were still out this time of night. Hwoarang fell silent when he realised he had nothing more to tell, and Jin said nothing. They just sat under the blossom tree together, not having to speak o know what the other was thinking. Hwoarang turned around fully and kissed Jin. A couple walking past spotted the too boys making out and hurried past, frowning in disapproval. Hwoarang saw them looking back and burst out laughing. He fell back onto the grass and lay, staring up at the stars. His view was blocked when Jin appeared over him, kissed him and suggested they go back to the apartment. Hwoarang agreed and Jin took his hand to pull him up, then they set off for the apartment, hand-in-hand.
Aww so sweet!! Hehe, I've not written in a while, so I apologise! But I've got three stories on the go at once now as well as trying to get stuff for school sorted out! I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed it's 22.38 at night! Hope you enjoyed
Kaine xx