Well, I'm back again and I apologise for it taking a while to update but
I've been so bloody busy you wouldn't believe it. Anyway, you may have
noticed that I've got two other stories on the go now aswell as this one so
updates may be less frequent. Sorry! Go check them out too, if you want to
I mean...
"Ow! Bastard bit me!"
Hwoarang launched the Tekkenshu soldier at the wall, knocking him out cold. He looked at his arm and saw two curved lines of teeth marks imprinted in his skin. Jin blocked an attack from another soldier and hit him square in the face in return. The soldier staggered backwards and fell over a chair. Hwoarang laughed and kicked him in the stomach. Most of the soldiers were backing off now, the rest were unconscious. Hwoarang sneered at them and they all flinched.
"Come on" Jin said, "let's go."
Hwoarang agreed. They made their way to the door, ignoring the frightened stares of the people in the bar.
"Kazuya?" Hwoarang said as they neared the older man. He didn't look up. Hwoarang took his arm and pulled him to his feet. Heihachi's bloody face was barely recognisable. Kazuya was breathing heavily and his hands were stained red. He walked with them, not taking his eyes off his father. Heihachi twitched and Kazuya stopped.
"Take him too ..." he said quietly. Hwoarang was puzzled but Jin nodded and picked up his grandfather. Hwoarang followed them out into the street. Kazuya's face took on the unusual purple shade again, and Jin's forehead became covered with black tattoos.
"Oh no..." Hwoarang moaned. Jin grabbed him by his waist and took off into flight behind Kazuya, who carried Heihachi, leaving some very confused bar customers in their wake.
"I think we should just kill him."
"No, make him suffer, like he did to us."
"Don't you think he's suffered enough?"
"He never thought about that, did he?"
"True..."
"I think you should just leave him alone."
Kazuya frowned at Hwoarang.
"Look, he should suffer too," he said, pointing at Heihachi's unconscious body "he made us suffer! And you!"
"Yes, but if you return the favour you'll only be lowering yourself to his level" Hwoarang reasoned. Kazuya scowled.
"You know, he's right..." Jin said. Kazuya sighed. Heihachi lay on the grass of the clearing, totally unconscious. A bruise had formed on his forehead and dried blood clung to his cheeks.
"So what are we going to do with him instead?" Jin asked. Kazuya shrugged.
"Ask Mother Theresa over there" he replied. Hwoarang grinned.
"I'm nothing like Mother Theresa" he said "but I think maybe...you should just leave him here?"
"Alive?" Kazuya asked, slight disappointment rising in his voice.
"Yeah, leave him here. It'll take him weeks to find his way out and by then he'll probably be half dead anyway."
Jin agreed, and Kazuya glared at his father. His hands clenched into fists and he picked up Heihachi.
"No..."
"Kazuya!" Jin shouted. He didn't stop. The wings were back and Kazuya glared defiantly at them. The wings beat down and he lifted from the ground, taking Heihachi with him. Jin and Hwoarang shouted after him but he took no notice. They watched him disappear over the trees.
"Shit..." Hwoarang whispered, "he's going to kill him..."
"Yeah" Jin replied, putting is arm around Hwoarang's shoulders "but I think Heihachi had it coming a long time ago. It's really personal for Kazuya."
"Why do you call him Kazuya?"
"What?"
"Well, he's your father, so why do you call him Kazuya?"
Jin hesitated.
"It's hard for me to call him my father, after everything that's happened in the past..."
"That's ok" Hwoarang said softly, smiling a little "tell me later. Right now I want to go home, okay?"
"Sure" Jin replied.
Ehhh.... Kinda short I know, sorry! But hey, it's gonna have to do for now. By the way, I've noticed that for some reason ff is changing the way all my stuff is layed out when I've uploaded it. Basically, it wont let me write in italics and when I try to separate stuff on the page it just bunches it back together and makes everything as one big long piece of writing when it shouldn't be! So, if anything is getting a bit hard to follow, I apologise but it's so not my fault! If anybody knows how to stop this happening, please let me know! It would be much appreciated!
Kaine xx
"Ow! Bastard bit me!"
Hwoarang launched the Tekkenshu soldier at the wall, knocking him out cold. He looked at his arm and saw two curved lines of teeth marks imprinted in his skin. Jin blocked an attack from another soldier and hit him square in the face in return. The soldier staggered backwards and fell over a chair. Hwoarang laughed and kicked him in the stomach. Most of the soldiers were backing off now, the rest were unconscious. Hwoarang sneered at them and they all flinched.
"Come on" Jin said, "let's go."
Hwoarang agreed. They made their way to the door, ignoring the frightened stares of the people in the bar.
"Kazuya?" Hwoarang said as they neared the older man. He didn't look up. Hwoarang took his arm and pulled him to his feet. Heihachi's bloody face was barely recognisable. Kazuya was breathing heavily and his hands were stained red. He walked with them, not taking his eyes off his father. Heihachi twitched and Kazuya stopped.
"Take him too ..." he said quietly. Hwoarang was puzzled but Jin nodded and picked up his grandfather. Hwoarang followed them out into the street. Kazuya's face took on the unusual purple shade again, and Jin's forehead became covered with black tattoos.
"Oh no..." Hwoarang moaned. Jin grabbed him by his waist and took off into flight behind Kazuya, who carried Heihachi, leaving some very confused bar customers in their wake.
"I think we should just kill him."
"No, make him suffer, like he did to us."
"Don't you think he's suffered enough?"
"He never thought about that, did he?"
"True..."
"I think you should just leave him alone."
Kazuya frowned at Hwoarang.
"Look, he should suffer too," he said, pointing at Heihachi's unconscious body "he made us suffer! And you!"
"Yes, but if you return the favour you'll only be lowering yourself to his level" Hwoarang reasoned. Kazuya scowled.
"You know, he's right..." Jin said. Kazuya sighed. Heihachi lay on the grass of the clearing, totally unconscious. A bruise had formed on his forehead and dried blood clung to his cheeks.
"So what are we going to do with him instead?" Jin asked. Kazuya shrugged.
"Ask Mother Theresa over there" he replied. Hwoarang grinned.
"I'm nothing like Mother Theresa" he said "but I think maybe...you should just leave him here?"
"Alive?" Kazuya asked, slight disappointment rising in his voice.
"Yeah, leave him here. It'll take him weeks to find his way out and by then he'll probably be half dead anyway."
Jin agreed, and Kazuya glared at his father. His hands clenched into fists and he picked up Heihachi.
"No..."
"Kazuya!" Jin shouted. He didn't stop. The wings were back and Kazuya glared defiantly at them. The wings beat down and he lifted from the ground, taking Heihachi with him. Jin and Hwoarang shouted after him but he took no notice. They watched him disappear over the trees.
"Shit..." Hwoarang whispered, "he's going to kill him..."
"Yeah" Jin replied, putting is arm around Hwoarang's shoulders "but I think Heihachi had it coming a long time ago. It's really personal for Kazuya."
"Why do you call him Kazuya?"
"What?"
"Well, he's your father, so why do you call him Kazuya?"
Jin hesitated.
"It's hard for me to call him my father, after everything that's happened in the past..."
"That's ok" Hwoarang said softly, smiling a little "tell me later. Right now I want to go home, okay?"
"Sure" Jin replied.
Ehhh.... Kinda short I know, sorry! But hey, it's gonna have to do for now. By the way, I've noticed that for some reason ff is changing the way all my stuff is layed out when I've uploaded it. Basically, it wont let me write in italics and when I try to separate stuff on the page it just bunches it back together and makes everything as one big long piece of writing when it shouldn't be! So, if anything is getting a bit hard to follow, I apologise but it's so not my fault! If anybody knows how to stop this happening, please let me know! It would be much appreciated!
Kaine xx