Chapter 8:
Potato
The figure neither moved nor breathed. Jin watched carefully and Kazuya waited.
"What do you want?" Kazuya remained motionless. A long pause played. "Answer me!" Jin's brow knitted together. "You're here to kill me."
"On the contrary."
"What?"
"I'm making sure you don't make the same mistake I did," The dark figure didn't blink, his clear brown eyes shining through the darkness.
"You lie! You won't trick me like you did mother!"
"Are you suggesting that your mother was an idiot?" His deep demanding voice became calm and solemn.
"How dare you! Coming here expecting me to believe you! You left moth-"
"It wasn't because I wanted to. Jun...." Kazuya's voice softened at the name, he blinked his eyes becoming less cold and stared at his son, "She was everything to me. She was the only thing that kept me from killing myself." Jin blinked, 'Suicidal? Kazuya?' Kazuya walked past Jin to the window opening it letting the Australian wind blow gently through. The moon shown clearly through the deep blue sky, revealing Kazuya's figure in full light. Jin stared at the soft thoughtfulness of his father's face and the strange glimmer in his eyes. Kazuya blinked and looked at the window pane. He sighed and looked up at his son, straightening himself. "What are you doing here?"
"Likewise question."
"Why are you here in Sydney?"
"Because I have no where else to go."
"Wrong answer."
"Where are you going with this?" A pause.
"There's only one difference between Jun and I and you and your Korean lover-boy." Jin's eyes widened at the mention of Hwoarang through his father's lips. Kazuya couldn't help but smirk, "You didn't think I knew? Bad Jin." He teased. An awkward silence poured between them. "What is the difference to you?"
"..... I'm bisexual?" Kazuya laughed outright. Jin frowned. "What?"
"You think that's the difference between us?" He regained his posture, "I have many secrets, Jin. So you see we're more alike than you thought, but that's not the point." He continued, "The difference is that I never had a chance to save my love. You still do. And here you are sulking in your self-pity when you could be saving him." Kazuya sat on the window sill and stared blankly at Jin.
"..... You're telling me to go for it?"
"Why is it so surprising?"
"I guess for one thing having a civilized conversation with you is awkward, secondly, I guess I kinda thought of you as the traditional type." Kazuya began laughing at him again, and Jin frowned. "What? Stop that! It's not funny."
"So out of all the lies and truths of me you've heard you have no idea who I really am."
"I don't get it."
"I'll tell you one day. For now, you need to figure out if you're going to waste his and your life or try and find him." Kazuya looked out the window at the towering buildings. Jin blinked and switched the light on. He merely glanced at his father before throwing his things in his backpack. Kazuya grinned at the thought of his son saving the so-called rival. Jin threw his last pair of socks in the bag and pulled the red bandanna out of the bottom of the drawer.
……………Flash Back……………
"Here take this." Hwoarang handed the red bandanna to Jin. The Japanese boy looked up at him from his perch on the end of the bed.
"For what?" The red-head smiled,
"If you ever need help and I'm not there. There won't be many times if any that I'll not be there for you but... If you need help and I'm not there, go to the old glass factory behind Yurei Drive and knock on the backdoor. When they call, just say that an old bum sent you."
"Well... If you insist." He took the bandanna and looked at it. The redhead laughed,
"Don't worry. It won't bite!"
………………End Flash Back……………
"I have to find them." He pulled the bandanna over his head and pulled it up, pushing his hair down making him practically unrecognizable to many. He unconsciously wave goodbye to his father as he ran from the room, switching out the light, and shutting the door. Kazuya smiled at the closed door and gave a small wave before jumping from the window.
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Hwoarang grumbled and the last few hours replayed through his mind, being beaten down by thirty or forty soldiers, dragged to a jeep, and tossed down in front of 'General Asshole' as he referred to him.
"Peel those potatoes you faggot potato peeler!!" The general screamed. The redhead frowned at the mountain of dirty, just-picked potatoes, the pretty-much dull knife, and the river bed. He ignored his general's screams and washed another potato in the crystal clear water before using the knife to scrape the peel off.
"Damn potatoes." He grumbled. Hwoarang imagined stabbing the general over and over again with the dull knife, blood spewing out, and his hacking away at the man's bones. His grin faded when his imagination ran wild and showed him getting beat-up by most of the soldiers that were posted in that area. He frowned, threw the clean potato in the basket and restarted the process.
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Author's note:
'Faggot Potato Peeler' was invented my me while my sister and I were cooking lemon chicken one night for dinner…… Never mind.