In this chapter : Hwoarang wakes up in the infirmary, Craig by his side.
A/N : Sorry for the delay, but I had some problems with my comp (video card kept crashing x.x). Eventually had to reformat 'cause of Trojans and such x.x. Anyways, now everything's ok! BTW, I totally forgot to DISCLAIM Tekken. So I hereby disclaim Tekken, I don't own them, not even the 2 chapters before, and not even after. Sadly. But it's life...
The Bet
Chapter 3 : Time flies, that's for sure
"You slept a long time, kid."
"Yeah, whatever." Hwoarang had just woken up and shot a dead glare at Craig, who was still sitting beside him.
"Thought you didn't expect me to go easy on you?"
"I didn't! I only thought I'd win and not lose. Happy?" He turned away from the older man but switched back to his original position right after. "What ya here for?"
"Huh... wanted to check on ya. You OK?"
"I've been better."
"Yeah I figured this one out. [Shit, shouldn't have said it this way. I know what's coming next...]"
The redhead stayed silent, staring at the ceiling.
"I understand you're pretty mad. It's normal, after everything that happened between you and that Jin Kazama guy- "
"Hey hey hey. Hold on. How'd you know about Jin?!"
"He came in about... I'd say... a good five, six hours ago. Wanted to know if you were OK. Seems I'm not the only one who cares for you, Hwoarang."
Hwoarang scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I won't be able to fight him. Why should I care!?"
Craig shrugged at the question. The Korean kid was right ; he didn't have much of a reason to stay here. "Huh... 'cause he cares about you?"
"Like I care. If he still cared for me, he wouldn't have dropped me for Xiaoyu. Plus... I needed that money bad. It's not everyday I'd be able to win such a big prize."
"I'll tell ya something, kid." The black-haired man got up from his chair and walked the short distance to the younger man's bed. "If I win the tournament, believe me, you're gonna be a very happy guy. 'Cause I won't do like that bastard and let you down. [What the fuck am I saying?? I'm sounding like I really like him... what a pathetic reaction of my part.] "
The Korean male smiled and blushed. "Thanks..." he said quitely. "Didn't know I meant that much to you hehehe."
[Oh no you don't, kid. It's just that... heh, go no idea. Like it this way?] "Huh... well... [DON'T BRING THAT UP IDIOT!! Let him feel a bit better, then tell him. Not now, unless you want to be dead.] heh. Can't hide that stuff from you, can I?"
The youth chuckled, tried to sit in his own bed and had to stop half-way ; the pain he felt was stinging.
"You better stay down for a while. Don't want you to be even more hurt."
"But it's boring here! You have any idea on how long do I have to stay in this bed?"
"Nope, sorry kid."
Hwoarang rolled his eyes once again and sighed, then looked up at the ceiling again.
The nurse came back soon after to check up on him. "You seem to be fine... you want to try to get up?"
The redhead nodded quickly. "Oh yeah. Can't stand being stuck here..." He sat despite the pain and put his feet to the ground, leaning on his arms, propelling himself on the ground. He extented his arms to keep his balance and quickly looked around. "I can stand up, that's a good start hehe." He made a few steps toward Craig and smiled widely. "Hehe, no motricity problems!" He stretched and thanked the nurse.
"Come on Hwoarang. I'll escort you to our room."
"Whoohoo! Got my own bodyguard to top it all!" Craig ruffled his hair and chuckled. Like the nurse had said, Hwoarang looked fine. He was walking normally and the grin on his face hadn't disappeared yet.
"For a guy who has the reputation of holding grudges, you don't seem much mad at me."
"Oh, I still want to kick your ass, believe me. Nobody beats Hwoarang "Blood Talon" Doo San up that way and gets away with it. You're no exception. No need to tell you that I want a rematch as soon as this tournament's over."
"Well, you told me right there."
Hwoarang shrugged. "You know what I mean though. Anyways.... who ya fighting tomorrow?"
"Paul Phoenix. He won against that hyper girl's pet panda... what's her name again? Jin's girlfriend [SHUT UP CRAIG! SHUT UP!!!].. huh... well..."
"Xiaoyu Ling. The panda's called Panda. Original heh?"
"Hehe. Yep."
"Hope you're gonna beat him up. Last tournament he faced Toshin and flew on his bike before the creature morphed... he thought he had beaten it up."
"I see."
"I wonder if there's other stuff to do around..."
"Like what?"
"Dunno... stuff. There's probably arcades somewhere... or a park, or some... other stuff than this place."
"Must be more things to do than in the army, right?"
"Ah shit... hope they won't find me in there!"
Craig raised an eyebrow. "'Cause they don't know?"
"Of course they don't! Else I could've never come here. They wouldn't have let me... it's the ARMY, not my parents..."
"True. So you're planning on hiding from them after?"
"You seriously think I wanna go back there?!!"
The black-haired man shook his head. "I doubt so, since you're not in it anymore."
"It's not my kind of work. Yes Korea's my homeland, but I HATE being given orders. And I hate authority, anyways the kind that army has over the soldiers. I was trained to kill people, which goes against what I've been taught."
"The more I talk with you, the more I think you make sense."
The younger man stopped in his tracks. "Aren't you the one who killed Armor King in that big Arizona bar brawl two years ago?" The man spun around and almost punched him.
"That's not of your business, kid."
"Look... never said you intended to. Doesn't change the way I see you though. I went out with guys who commited murders too... so don't worry about that... ok?"
So the news had even reached Korea. Or wherever Hwoarang was when the press got a hold on the scandal. At least the kid didn't made such a big deal out of it.
"How much time you were supposed to serve in prison?"
"10 years."
"So how come you're out?"
"Got bailed."
"By?"
"Don't know, kid."
The Korean knew that it was better for him to shut up about that, but he asked one more question. "What ya gonna do after the tournament?"
"Once again, I don't know."
"Think I'll be able to go to America with you?"
[WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!] [We'll see.] "We'll see kid, we'll see" he said as he ruffled Hwoarang's red hair once again. "How 'bout we go somewhere more... private?
"Hehehe you read in my mind big guy."
To be continued...
A/N 2 : Another chapter done! =D Next chappie will probably - most probably XD - have a sex scene! Stay tuned for more, and don't forget to review! =D
A/N : Sorry for the delay, but I had some problems with my comp (video card kept crashing x.x). Eventually had to reformat 'cause of Trojans and such x.x. Anyways, now everything's ok! BTW, I totally forgot to DISCLAIM Tekken. So I hereby disclaim Tekken, I don't own them, not even the 2 chapters before, and not even after. Sadly. But it's life...
Chapter 3 : Time flies, that's for sure
"You slept a long time, kid."
"Yeah, whatever." Hwoarang had just woken up and shot a dead glare at Craig, who was still sitting beside him.
"Thought you didn't expect me to go easy on you?"
"I didn't! I only thought I'd win and not lose. Happy?" He turned away from the older man but switched back to his original position right after. "What ya here for?"
"Huh... wanted to check on ya. You OK?"
"I've been better."
"Yeah I figured this one out. [Shit, shouldn't have said it this way. I know what's coming next...]"
The redhead stayed silent, staring at the ceiling.
"I understand you're pretty mad. It's normal, after everything that happened between you and that Jin Kazama guy- "
"Hey hey hey. Hold on. How'd you know about Jin?!"
"He came in about... I'd say... a good five, six hours ago. Wanted to know if you were OK. Seems I'm not the only one who cares for you, Hwoarang."
Hwoarang scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I won't be able to fight him. Why should I care!?"
Craig shrugged at the question. The Korean kid was right ; he didn't have much of a reason to stay here. "Huh... 'cause he cares about you?"
"Like I care. If he still cared for me, he wouldn't have dropped me for Xiaoyu. Plus... I needed that money bad. It's not everyday I'd be able to win such a big prize."
"I'll tell ya something, kid." The black-haired man got up from his chair and walked the short distance to the younger man's bed. "If I win the tournament, believe me, you're gonna be a very happy guy. 'Cause I won't do like that bastard and let you down. [What the fuck am I saying?? I'm sounding like I really like him... what a pathetic reaction of my part.] "
The Korean male smiled and blushed. "Thanks..." he said quitely. "Didn't know I meant that much to you hehehe."
[Oh no you don't, kid. It's just that... heh, go no idea. Like it this way?] "Huh... well... [DON'T BRING THAT UP IDIOT!! Let him feel a bit better, then tell him. Not now, unless you want to be dead.] heh. Can't hide that stuff from you, can I?"
The youth chuckled, tried to sit in his own bed and had to stop half-way ; the pain he felt was stinging.
"You better stay down for a while. Don't want you to be even more hurt."
"But it's boring here! You have any idea on how long do I have to stay in this bed?"
"Nope, sorry kid."
Hwoarang rolled his eyes once again and sighed, then looked up at the ceiling again.
The nurse came back soon after to check up on him. "You seem to be fine... you want to try to get up?"
The redhead nodded quickly. "Oh yeah. Can't stand being stuck here..." He sat despite the pain and put his feet to the ground, leaning on his arms, propelling himself on the ground. He extented his arms to keep his balance and quickly looked around. "I can stand up, that's a good start hehe." He made a few steps toward Craig and smiled widely. "Hehe, no motricity problems!" He stretched and thanked the nurse.
"Come on Hwoarang. I'll escort you to our room."
"Whoohoo! Got my own bodyguard to top it all!" Craig ruffled his hair and chuckled. Like the nurse had said, Hwoarang looked fine. He was walking normally and the grin on his face hadn't disappeared yet.
"For a guy who has the reputation of holding grudges, you don't seem much mad at me."
"Oh, I still want to kick your ass, believe me. Nobody beats Hwoarang "Blood Talon" Doo San up that way and gets away with it. You're no exception. No need to tell you that I want a rematch as soon as this tournament's over."
"Well, you told me right there."
Hwoarang shrugged. "You know what I mean though. Anyways.... who ya fighting tomorrow?"
"Paul Phoenix. He won against that hyper girl's pet panda... what's her name again? Jin's girlfriend [SHUT UP CRAIG! SHUT UP!!!].. huh... well..."
"Xiaoyu Ling. The panda's called Panda. Original heh?"
"Hehe. Yep."
"Hope you're gonna beat him up. Last tournament he faced Toshin and flew on his bike before the creature morphed... he thought he had beaten it up."
"I see."
"I wonder if there's other stuff to do around..."
"Like what?"
"Dunno... stuff. There's probably arcades somewhere... or a park, or some... other stuff than this place."
"Must be more things to do than in the army, right?"
"Ah shit... hope they won't find me in there!"
Craig raised an eyebrow. "'Cause they don't know?"
"Of course they don't! Else I could've never come here. They wouldn't have let me... it's the ARMY, not my parents..."
"True. So you're planning on hiding from them after?"
"You seriously think I wanna go back there?!!"
The black-haired man shook his head. "I doubt so, since you're not in it anymore."
"It's not my kind of work. Yes Korea's my homeland, but I HATE being given orders. And I hate authority, anyways the kind that army has over the soldiers. I was trained to kill people, which goes against what I've been taught."
"The more I talk with you, the more I think you make sense."
The younger man stopped in his tracks. "Aren't you the one who killed Armor King in that big Arizona bar brawl two years ago?" The man spun around and almost punched him.
"That's not of your business, kid."
"Look... never said you intended to. Doesn't change the way I see you though. I went out with guys who commited murders too... so don't worry about that... ok?"
So the news had even reached Korea. Or wherever Hwoarang was when the press got a hold on the scandal. At least the kid didn't made such a big deal out of it.
"How much time you were supposed to serve in prison?"
"10 years."
"So how come you're out?"
"Got bailed."
"By?"
"Don't know, kid."
The Korean knew that it was better for him to shut up about that, but he asked one more question. "What ya gonna do after the tournament?"
"Once again, I don't know."
"Think I'll be able to go to America with you?"
[WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!] [We'll see.] "We'll see kid, we'll see" he said as he ruffled Hwoarang's red hair once again. "How 'bout we go somewhere more... private?
"Hehehe you read in my mind big guy."
To be continued...
A/N 2 : Another chapter done! =D Next chappie will probably - most probably XD - have a sex scene! Stay tuned for more, and don't forget to review! =D