In this chapter : The first fight is being held, Hwoarang versus Craig... who will win?
A/N : I'm trying not to fall into OOC-ness. Especially for Craig. I could have made 3 different chapters for this one so it's a bit long (MSOffice calculated about 2000 words). And yeah, that's about everything :) Enjoy!
The Bet
Chapter 2 : Fight
Craig woke up with Hwoarang snuggling against him. He gently pushed the youth aside and slid off the bed as softly as he could... until he hit his foot on the other bed. "OOOOOOOOOW..." he screamed in pain and instantly shut up, turning arount to make sure he hadn't waken up the kid. He grabbed a clean pair of boxers, black pants and a white shirt, put them on then made his way out of the room. He'd have to talk to Hwoarang someday... this morning if possible. Then he remember young adults like him loved to spend their days in bed.
The hallways were pretty calm. Maybe it was the fact that it was quite early in the morning. [I hope we didn't wake up everyobdy on the floor yesterday...]. The cafeteria wasn't totally empty. The blond male was sitting at the same table as yesterday, and Craig wondered if the man had slept there or not. The Asian cop was sitting two tables from him, reading a journal. But where in this place was Bryan Fury? "You better show up" he muttered under his breath. "Else you're gonna owe me more than $5,000."
"So, enjoyed your night?" He could recognized that voice everywhere. The same voice who bet money over the fact he couldn't sleep with that redheaded man. And since Craig isn't a man to back off, he had said yes. And he did it. Now he just wanted his money, as well as explaining the kid that there was NOTHING between them. He just tried. Tried. Yeah. Nothing more.
"I've been doing my part of the deal. Now you do yours and hand me that money."
"Why should I believe you, Marduk? What tells me you were with him?"
"Ask him."
"Maybe you bought him..."
[WHY ME!!! WHY!!!!!!] "I didn't. Anyways I was gonna talk to him that there won't be anything else in between us."
"You sure you wanna tell him that? Maybe he loves you... hehehe...." Bryan teased. Craig stood up and leaned on the table. That's where he saw Hwoarang entering the cafeteria.
"Once again, consider yourself really lucky, Fury. And remember this : I want my money."
The cop turned around. "I'm gonna leave you alone with your boyfriend... see ya" he said as the Taekwondo fighter got closer to the table. He passed beside the youth and winked.
"Hey... what up with Fury?" he mentionned while moving even closer to the taller man, only to be stop by a bigger hand.
"Look kid, I gotta talk to you. Sit down" Craig ordered. Hwoarang sat in front of him, leaning on his right arm.
"So, enjoyed your night?"
"That's exactly what I wanted to talk about."
"I take it as a yes."
"OK. Gotta say it was good. But don't mistake me. I do NOT want to- "
"Can I offer you something sirs?" He was interrupted by a waitress holding two menus. "Breakfast? Coffee? Anything?"
"Two eggs, hash browns, bacon, coffee with sugar."
"And for you?"
Hwoarang rythmically tapped his fingers on the table as he thought of what he'd like to eat. A quick look at the menu and he chose something rather different than he was used to take. "Same as the big guy here."
[God... what the fuck am I gonna say to him now? Oh yeah... figured it out.]
"Alright. Shouldn't be much long."
Both men nodded and waited for the woman to go away. The black-haired one started to talk first. "It's not 'cause we've been together that I'm not gonna go easy on you today. You can be sure of that."
Hwoarang almost choked. "You mean that you thought I'd go easy on you because I love you?"
[FUCK HE'S IN LOVE!!!!! And to think that I thought I loved him...] "Never said that."
"Okay. Wow, our breakfast's already here. Thanks ma'am!"
"You're welcome." She left the two plates to their respective owners and went to another table.
"So where were we..."
"To the point where I'm gonna kick YOUR ass in the tournament, Craig."
"Yeah yeah yeah. We'll see that in the ring, kid."
The redhead shifted on his chair. "What ya doing before...?"
[Can't tell him it's just for money now...] "Dunno at all."
"I see. Me neither..."
"Well I'm gonna change my clothes."
"I'm gonna do the same... why not?"
"I see you coming kid. Let's wait AFTER the fight."
Hwoarang cocked his head to the right, crossed his arms on his chest and pouted in a childlish way. "How come?"
['Cause maybe that after the fight you won't remember what happened between us.] "Don't want to be too tired before the match."
"Good reason enough."
The younger man followed Craig up to their room and litterally threw himself on him. He wasn't brought down by the other man's weight but tried to push him off, in vain. He resigned and wrapped Hwoarang with his arms, then kissed him on the forehead. [How come I care so much about him? He's just a street kid who got in the army... and who seems to have a crush on me.] "What ya doing?"
"Nothing!" the redhead said in an sweet, angel-like voice but with a grin on his face. "Nothing at all... hehehe...." He laid down on the bed, laughing happily, moving in suggestive ways. "Come on Craig... you know you want me."
"I know. [NO I DON'T!] Let's fight, we'll see after. [He's such a pervert...]". The black-haired man started to undress himself, his T-shirt flew off. Two seconds after, Hwoarang was on his back, smaller arms securely wrapped up around his neck. Craig chuckled and patted his head. "Get off for now."
"Alright alright..." he changed his clothes too, replacing the army outfit by a white and blue gi with his name embroided on it.
"Now I know how your name's spelt hehehe."
"Should've spelled it for you earlier."
"Maybe we should go now, Hwoarang. They're gonna wonder what we're up to if we don't show up."
"Okay." They left for the fighting ring, located on the first floor, near the cafeteria, where they were greeted by Heihachi Mishima himself, along with some Tekkenshus. The old man spoke in Japanese and Hwoarang had to translate in English for Craig.
"Basically, he wishes good luck to both of us."
"He sure took his damn time to say it..."
"Formal Japanese."
"Ah."
"I'll explain it later" he said with a shrug. "Anyways... I still wanna fight you. And beat you up to fight Kazama. If he thinks he can get away with that so easily..."
[I wonder what happened between those two. Another boyfriend of his or what? Probably not, since it seems he wants to kill him...] "Who's this guy?"
"Long story."
"OK. So... well... good luck kid. [You'll need it.]"
The Korean male chuckled and grinned. "I'm the one who should say that."
"Whatever."
Both took their respective fighting stances and waited for the countdown.
"THREE! TWO! ONE! FIGHT!"
Craig charged first and punched the Taekwondo fighter, who let out an assault of kicks. The taller man lifted him up with one arm, swung him backwards and threw him so he landed on his back. Hwoarang laid montionless, but saw still conscious. The American had enough time to back off, and started to run for the redhead who was trying to get up. Unfortunately, he was brought down by a series of punch as he was taken down by the Vale Tudo fighter. Hwoarang tried to puch him away but couldn't, Craig weighted a lot for him. Instead he rolled under him and kicked him on the back. His opponent got up and kicked him. Hwoarang fell down.
"CRAIG MARDUK WINS FIRST ROUND!"
The younger man got up by himself, looking very pissed off. He HAD to tie with this fight. But Craig was a hell of an opponent and would prove to be hard to beat.
The second round started. Hwoarang hit Craig with a spinning axe kick and landed in right stance. The other fighter crouched and waited for the redhead to get closer and charged at him. He stayed in a crouching position and smacked him with his hand, then swung his leg to hit him once again. While the Korean staggered some, Craig shifted his weight on his right leg, arm following. Hwoarang stopped moving and the Vale Tudo fighter hit him with his right fist. The younger male blacked out and fell down again, not being able to get up anymore. The paramedics were called and they took Hwoarang to the infirmary.
"AND THE WINNER IS.... CRAIG MARDUK!!!"
Craig didn't find the match quite difficult. The kid lacked strenght, but moved very fast. Though somehow... he felt sorry for him. Hwoarang had run away from the army to participate in the tournament, and he lost in first round... [Maybe I should drop by the infirmary.]
The infirmary was located also on the first floor, right before the fighting ring. It really looked like a hospital, with pale green walls, beds and even the smell that went with it. As he thought, Hwoarang was the first occupant. He wasn't hooked on amny tubes, just one for oxygen. Other than that, the kid seemed to be asleep. "He's going to be OK, right?"
The nurse answered him. "Oh yeah, he should wake up soon. Very light commotion. He's going to get out of it with no sequels."
"OK."
"If anything should happen, just call me" she trailed as she left the area.
The black-haired man took a chair, put it close to the youth's bed and sat on it, watching him sleep.
"Hey."
He turned around to see another figure, about Hwoarang's height but more muscular. The youth had black spiked hair and was dressed in a black and white Karate gi. "Who're you, kid?"
"Jin Kazama. Just checked on Hwoarang to make sure everything was OK. I saw the match and well, noticed how he was almost helpless."
"Jin Kazama eh? He talked about you a bit... how bad he wanted to kick your ass."
"Yeah, that's why he's here. Part of." Jin moved over to the bed and smiled at the sleeping man and extended his right arm, stroking his flaming red hair. "We used to be enemies, since that fight 2 years ago. I was asked to go and have a fight with him to be sure was good enough to enter the Third Iron Fist Tournament. What I didn't know is that I was acting as a diversion... while I fought him, Toshin went to his adoptive father's dojo and killed him. My grandfather was aware of it. That's why I was sent."
"I see... so he held you responsible for his murder?"
"When he figured out Toshin had been manipulated by Heihachi, yes. He made the connection right away. And well... we drawed in that fight... he didn't take it. He has a big ego. Plus he lost to me in the Third Iron Fist Tournament finals. After that.... we kinda developped a relationship. Didn't last very long, about a month. I got tired of being with a guy and dumped him for my best female friend without warning."
"Fury was right then, he's really gay."
The black-haired youth shrugged. "I wasn't his first boyfriend, and I doubt I was the last one."
"Hehehe.... nah you're not the last one."
"You mean you're... oh... heh.... OK..." he said as he motionned the gap between Hwoarang and Craig with his hand. "If he wakes up, could you please tell me? Got a few things to say to him."
"No prob... Jin... right?"
"Yeah. Thank you very much." The half-demon left the infirmary as quietly as he entered, leaving Craig alone with Hwoarang.
[HOLY SHIT!!! Have I sad that I was with him.... fuck.... now I'm in trouble if he finds out I'm in there for the money...]
To be continued...
A/N 2 : Next chapter, Hwoarang wakes up... how will he react? BTW, thanks to everybody who reviewed! I appreciate a lot :) Oh yeah... there's some probs with the HTML formatting (some characters won't show up, and line breaks tags aren't showing up as I wanted). Might be the new QuickEdit feature, but not sure.
A/N : I'm trying not to fall into OOC-ness. Especially for Craig. I could have made 3 different chapters for this one so it's a bit long (MSOffice calculated about 2000 words). And yeah, that's about everything :) Enjoy!
Chapter 2 : Fight
Craig woke up with Hwoarang snuggling against him. He gently pushed the youth aside and slid off the bed as softly as he could... until he hit his foot on the other bed. "OOOOOOOOOW..." he screamed in pain and instantly shut up, turning arount to make sure he hadn't waken up the kid. He grabbed a clean pair of boxers, black pants and a white shirt, put them on then made his way out of the room. He'd have to talk to Hwoarang someday... this morning if possible. Then he remember young adults like him loved to spend their days in bed.
The hallways were pretty calm. Maybe it was the fact that it was quite early in the morning. [I hope we didn't wake up everyobdy on the floor yesterday...]. The cafeteria wasn't totally empty. The blond male was sitting at the same table as yesterday, and Craig wondered if the man had slept there or not. The Asian cop was sitting two tables from him, reading a journal. But where in this place was Bryan Fury? "You better show up" he muttered under his breath. "Else you're gonna owe me more than $5,000."
"So, enjoyed your night?" He could recognized that voice everywhere. The same voice who bet money over the fact he couldn't sleep with that redheaded man. And since Craig isn't a man to back off, he had said yes. And he did it. Now he just wanted his money, as well as explaining the kid that there was NOTHING between them. He just tried. Tried. Yeah. Nothing more.
"I've been doing my part of the deal. Now you do yours and hand me that money."
"Why should I believe you, Marduk? What tells me you were with him?"
"Ask him."
"Maybe you bought him..."
[WHY ME!!! WHY!!!!!!] "I didn't. Anyways I was gonna talk to him that there won't be anything else in between us."
"You sure you wanna tell him that? Maybe he loves you... hehehe...." Bryan teased. Craig stood up and leaned on the table. That's where he saw Hwoarang entering the cafeteria.
"Once again, consider yourself really lucky, Fury. And remember this : I want my money."
The cop turned around. "I'm gonna leave you alone with your boyfriend... see ya" he said as the Taekwondo fighter got closer to the table. He passed beside the youth and winked.
"Hey... what up with Fury?" he mentionned while moving even closer to the taller man, only to be stop by a bigger hand.
"Look kid, I gotta talk to you. Sit down" Craig ordered. Hwoarang sat in front of him, leaning on his right arm.
"So, enjoyed your night?"
"That's exactly what I wanted to talk about."
"I take it as a yes."
"OK. Gotta say it was good. But don't mistake me. I do NOT want to- "
"Can I offer you something sirs?" He was interrupted by a waitress holding two menus. "Breakfast? Coffee? Anything?"
"Two eggs, hash browns, bacon, coffee with sugar."
"And for you?"
Hwoarang rythmically tapped his fingers on the table as he thought of what he'd like to eat. A quick look at the menu and he chose something rather different than he was used to take. "Same as the big guy here."
[God... what the fuck am I gonna say to him now? Oh yeah... figured it out.]
"Alright. Shouldn't be much long."
Both men nodded and waited for the woman to go away. The black-haired one started to talk first. "It's not 'cause we've been together that I'm not gonna go easy on you today. You can be sure of that."
Hwoarang almost choked. "You mean that you thought I'd go easy on you because I love you?"
[FUCK HE'S IN LOVE!!!!! And to think that I thought I loved him...] "Never said that."
"Okay. Wow, our breakfast's already here. Thanks ma'am!"
"You're welcome." She left the two plates to their respective owners and went to another table.
"So where were we..."
"To the point where I'm gonna kick YOUR ass in the tournament, Craig."
"Yeah yeah yeah. We'll see that in the ring, kid."
The redhead shifted on his chair. "What ya doing before...?"
[Can't tell him it's just for money now...] "Dunno at all."
"I see. Me neither..."
"Well I'm gonna change my clothes."
"I'm gonna do the same... why not?"
"I see you coming kid. Let's wait AFTER the fight."
Hwoarang cocked his head to the right, crossed his arms on his chest and pouted in a childlish way. "How come?"
['Cause maybe that after the fight you won't remember what happened between us.] "Don't want to be too tired before the match."
"Good reason enough."
The younger man followed Craig up to their room and litterally threw himself on him. He wasn't brought down by the other man's weight but tried to push him off, in vain. He resigned and wrapped Hwoarang with his arms, then kissed him on the forehead. [How come I care so much about him? He's just a street kid who got in the army... and who seems to have a crush on me.] "What ya doing?"
"Nothing!" the redhead said in an sweet, angel-like voice but with a grin on his face. "Nothing at all... hehehe...." He laid down on the bed, laughing happily, moving in suggestive ways. "Come on Craig... you know you want me."
"I know. [NO I DON'T!] Let's fight, we'll see after. [He's such a pervert...]". The black-haired man started to undress himself, his T-shirt flew off. Two seconds after, Hwoarang was on his back, smaller arms securely wrapped up around his neck. Craig chuckled and patted his head. "Get off for now."
"Alright alright..." he changed his clothes too, replacing the army outfit by a white and blue gi with his name embroided on it.
"Now I know how your name's spelt hehehe."
"Should've spelled it for you earlier."
"Maybe we should go now, Hwoarang. They're gonna wonder what we're up to if we don't show up."
"Okay." They left for the fighting ring, located on the first floor, near the cafeteria, where they were greeted by Heihachi Mishima himself, along with some Tekkenshus. The old man spoke in Japanese and Hwoarang had to translate in English for Craig.
"Basically, he wishes good luck to both of us."
"He sure took his damn time to say it..."
"Formal Japanese."
"Ah."
"I'll explain it later" he said with a shrug. "Anyways... I still wanna fight you. And beat you up to fight Kazama. If he thinks he can get away with that so easily..."
[I wonder what happened between those two. Another boyfriend of his or what? Probably not, since it seems he wants to kill him...] "Who's this guy?"
"Long story."
"OK. So... well... good luck kid. [You'll need it.]"
The Korean male chuckled and grinned. "I'm the one who should say that."
"Whatever."
Both took their respective fighting stances and waited for the countdown.
"THREE! TWO! ONE! FIGHT!"
Craig charged first and punched the Taekwondo fighter, who let out an assault of kicks. The taller man lifted him up with one arm, swung him backwards and threw him so he landed on his back. Hwoarang laid montionless, but saw still conscious. The American had enough time to back off, and started to run for the redhead who was trying to get up. Unfortunately, he was brought down by a series of punch as he was taken down by the Vale Tudo fighter. Hwoarang tried to puch him away but couldn't, Craig weighted a lot for him. Instead he rolled under him and kicked him on the back. His opponent got up and kicked him. Hwoarang fell down.
"CRAIG MARDUK WINS FIRST ROUND!"
The younger man got up by himself, looking very pissed off. He HAD to tie with this fight. But Craig was a hell of an opponent and would prove to be hard to beat.
The second round started. Hwoarang hit Craig with a spinning axe kick and landed in right stance. The other fighter crouched and waited for the redhead to get closer and charged at him. He stayed in a crouching position and smacked him with his hand, then swung his leg to hit him once again. While the Korean staggered some, Craig shifted his weight on his right leg, arm following. Hwoarang stopped moving and the Vale Tudo fighter hit him with his right fist. The younger male blacked out and fell down again, not being able to get up anymore. The paramedics were called and they took Hwoarang to the infirmary.
"AND THE WINNER IS.... CRAIG MARDUK!!!"
Craig didn't find the match quite difficult. The kid lacked strenght, but moved very fast. Though somehow... he felt sorry for him. Hwoarang had run away from the army to participate in the tournament, and he lost in first round... [Maybe I should drop by the infirmary.]
The infirmary was located also on the first floor, right before the fighting ring. It really looked like a hospital, with pale green walls, beds and even the smell that went with it. As he thought, Hwoarang was the first occupant. He wasn't hooked on amny tubes, just one for oxygen. Other than that, the kid seemed to be asleep. "He's going to be OK, right?"
The nurse answered him. "Oh yeah, he should wake up soon. Very light commotion. He's going to get out of it with no sequels."
"OK."
"If anything should happen, just call me" she trailed as she left the area.
The black-haired man took a chair, put it close to the youth's bed and sat on it, watching him sleep.
"Hey."
He turned around to see another figure, about Hwoarang's height but more muscular. The youth had black spiked hair and was dressed in a black and white Karate gi. "Who're you, kid?"
"Jin Kazama. Just checked on Hwoarang to make sure everything was OK. I saw the match and well, noticed how he was almost helpless."
"Jin Kazama eh? He talked about you a bit... how bad he wanted to kick your ass."
"Yeah, that's why he's here. Part of." Jin moved over to the bed and smiled at the sleeping man and extended his right arm, stroking his flaming red hair. "We used to be enemies, since that fight 2 years ago. I was asked to go and have a fight with him to be sure was good enough to enter the Third Iron Fist Tournament. What I didn't know is that I was acting as a diversion... while I fought him, Toshin went to his adoptive father's dojo and killed him. My grandfather was aware of it. That's why I was sent."
"I see... so he held you responsible for his murder?"
"When he figured out Toshin had been manipulated by Heihachi, yes. He made the connection right away. And well... we drawed in that fight... he didn't take it. He has a big ego. Plus he lost to me in the Third Iron Fist Tournament finals. After that.... we kinda developped a relationship. Didn't last very long, about a month. I got tired of being with a guy and dumped him for my best female friend without warning."
"Fury was right then, he's really gay."
The black-haired youth shrugged. "I wasn't his first boyfriend, and I doubt I was the last one."
"Hehehe.... nah you're not the last one."
"You mean you're... oh... heh.... OK..." he said as he motionned the gap between Hwoarang and Craig with his hand. "If he wakes up, could you please tell me? Got a few things to say to him."
"No prob... Jin... right?"
"Yeah. Thank you very much." The half-demon left the infirmary as quietly as he entered, leaving Craig alone with Hwoarang.
[HOLY SHIT!!! Have I sad that I was with him.... fuck.... now I'm in trouble if he finds out I'm in there for the money...]
To be continued...
A/N 2 : Next chapter, Hwoarang wakes up... how will he react? BTW, thanks to everybody who reviewed! I appreciate a lot :) Oh yeah... there's some probs with the HTML formatting (some characters won't show up, and line breaks tags aren't showing up as I wanted). Might be the new QuickEdit feature, but not sure.