In this chapter : Craig meets up with Bryan once again...
A/N : Another chapter up =D. Nothing much to say here, so I'll let you read XD. Enjoy!
The Bet
Chapter 5 : More money, more problems
"Told ya I'd kick your ass!"
"It's only a game, kid."
"Still I kicked your ass! Better luck next time hehehehe."
"Bet ya I can do better on my real match tomorrow."
Craig decided to let go of his younger mate's waist and quickly kissed him on the lips. "I'm quite sure of that. Anyways... mind if I join ya later? Got some stuff to check around."
"OK, so I'll meet you up in let's say... two hours? At the cafeteria?"
"Sounds good. Take care, kid" he said as he kissed him once again. "At least he's independant enough to spend a few hours without me by his side..." he sighed. How on Earth was he going to get rid of him now? Seemed almost impossible to do. Tonight he'd need a serious discussion with the redhead. [No.. maybe not tonight. And still there, can't do that. I don't want to hurt him, he never did anything bad to me. It's not like he told everyone about us... and well, I don't feel extremely bad when he's around me. Maybe I DID fall for him... maybe. But now, gotta find that motherfucking cyborg].
The American left the hall of the hotel and wound up once again in the cafeteria, hoping Bryan Fury would be there. No sign of the other man... "Fuck, where are you, Fury?" he asked himself. "Might as well go to the registration desk and ask for his room number." He headed for the so-called desk and spoked to the lady.
"Room 238" she simplay answered.
"Thank you madam." Instead of taking the elevator he took the stairways and got to Bryan Fury's room. "238, here I come." He knocked on the door, hoping the occupant would be there ; he had no intention to wait much longer, and knocked again, louder. "Hey?! Anybody in there??"
"Hold ON!" That was Bryan, no doubt. The cop appeared almost right after. "Whaddaya want again, Marduk?"
"My money. Now."
"Calm down, man. I got something else for you. Come in and I'll explain."
"This better be something good."
"Don't you worry. You won't be able to refuse my offer."
Craig resisted the urge of hitting him right on the spot. "Look at what your first "offer" has gotten me into! I'm stuck with a kid right now. A MALE kid, and I swear I don't want him to think I'm in there just 'cause of you. But speaking of offer.... I want my fucking money now."
"Look, Marduk. You want more money, right?"
"Hell yeah."
"Then sit down and listen to me."
The black-haired man sat on the bed. "Go ahead, Fury."
"For 100,000$, what would you be ready to do?"
"Is that another trick?"
"Nope. [Well, not really]. You go out with him during the WHOLE tournament, and the 100,000$'s all yours. Isn't it... great?"
"When will I get my cash?"
"As soon as the tournament will be over, in a week and a half. Meet me by the subway. I'll have that money ready for you."
"And how can I trust ya, huh?"
Bryan handed him green bills. "Here's the money I owed ya. But!.... what ya say about the other one?"
"You seriously think I'd spit on that?!!"
"I take it as a "yes". Alright, in 12 days, meet me in the subway to the airport at 3 PM. I'll be there."
"You better, else I can have you hurt – and killed – right away. 5,000$, no prob. Doesn't seem fake either".
The cop smirked and continued to talk with his guest. "So... what ya gonna do about him after all that?"
"What do you expect me to do? Leave him as soon as I can."
"Are you sure you really want to do this? I think you won't be able to let him go..."
"We'll see about that. He's a normal guy, he'll get over it. Not like I'm the only man in this world. He'll find someone else, he's good looking enough for that."
"'Cause you think he's good looking now, heh?"
"How many guys would YOU find attractive for 100,000$"
"Don't know" Bryan simply answered. "What about you?"
"The kid's enough. Still there's a few things I gotta give to him. He doesn't snore, enjoys sex, not into romantic stuff, easy to please. And he's not very hairy."
"I swear that if I wouldn't know you better, I would say you'd be in love with him."
"Not love. I can say he's attractive without "loving" him back."
"He loves you?"
"Says so."
"Well my friend, you're gonna have a hard time getting rid of him..."
"Probably. But it's worth 100,000$."
"So it's a deal then?"
"It's a deal, Fury."
"Good... good...."
"Well now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna take a look at him." Craig left the room, counting the money again, taking the stairway to the third floor. "This is gonna be enough to pamper him for the rest of the tournament."
When he got back to his room, the door was unlocked. He cracked it open ; Hwoarang was asleep on the older man's bed, arms wrapped around his own waist, a smile on his face. "Who wouldn't have fell for him after all?" He moved closer to the Korean youth and brushed red strands of hair away from his face. [Give me one good reason for not leaving you later, and I'll stay with you. I mean it, kid. It's fucking weird to me though, since I've never gone out with another guy, in those terms anyways. Maybe it's better this way. Still... I have no idea on how I'm gonna tell you all that, or when. That's if I decide to do so.]
Hwoarang opened his eyes slightly, before shutting them off again. Even though it had taken him more time than he thought, Craig was back with him. The redhead had been waiting for a good 2 hours at the cafeteria after the match between Christie Montiero and Jin Kazama ; the Japanese had won, still the Brazilian woman had put up a good fight. He yawned some and snuggled around the bigger body beside him. "Where you been...."
"Not very far, don't worry kid. Had some stuff to clear with Bryan Fury?"
"Like...?"
"Old stuff, don't worry about it" he mentionned as he gently stroke the smaller man's skin. "Don't worry."
"OK... can I go back to sleep now?"
"Of course, Hwoarang. Want me to wake you up before my match?"
"Yeah." The Korean yawned again closed his eyes. "Good night, Craig."
"Good night, Hwoarang."
....The next morning....
"WAKE UP FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" The man had been trying to wake Hwoarang up from his deep slumber for a good twenty minutes so far, and still no answer. The kid was moving from time to time, sighing and muttering. It was only when Craig shook him that he woke up, startled.
"WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT'S GOING ON?!"
The American chuckled. "Good morning, kid. Slept well, right?"
"'Course I slept well. Who wouldn't with you around heh?"
"Heihachi Mishima would fall in that category."
"Not the same. Look at how much the guy's old. Plus he has a son, who has a son..."
"See what I mean?"
"Anyways... don't you have to get ready, big guy?"
"I've been ready for an hour. Unlike a certain redheaded Korean young man known as Hwoarang. Come on, get ready..." Craig helped him out of the bed and looked at him while he got dressed, chuckling from time to time. "What are we waiting for now? Let's go!".
They reached the fighting ring soon after. "Good luck big guy."
"I won't need it, don't worry."
To be continued...
A/N 2 : Next chapter, the fight between Craig and Paul Pheonix. Reviews are still welcome =D Thanks for reading!
A/N : Another chapter up =D. Nothing much to say here, so I'll let you read XD. Enjoy!
Chapter 5 : More money, more problems
"Told ya I'd kick your ass!"
"It's only a game, kid."
"Still I kicked your ass! Better luck next time hehehehe."
"Bet ya I can do better on my real match tomorrow."
Craig decided to let go of his younger mate's waist and quickly kissed him on the lips. "I'm quite sure of that. Anyways... mind if I join ya later? Got some stuff to check around."
"OK, so I'll meet you up in let's say... two hours? At the cafeteria?"
"Sounds good. Take care, kid" he said as he kissed him once again. "At least he's independant enough to spend a few hours without me by his side..." he sighed. How on Earth was he going to get rid of him now? Seemed almost impossible to do. Tonight he'd need a serious discussion with the redhead. [No.. maybe not tonight. And still there, can't do that. I don't want to hurt him, he never did anything bad to me. It's not like he told everyone about us... and well, I don't feel extremely bad when he's around me. Maybe I DID fall for him... maybe. But now, gotta find that motherfucking cyborg].
The American left the hall of the hotel and wound up once again in the cafeteria, hoping Bryan Fury would be there. No sign of the other man... "Fuck, where are you, Fury?" he asked himself. "Might as well go to the registration desk and ask for his room number." He headed for the so-called desk and spoked to the lady.
"Room 238" she simplay answered.
"Thank you madam." Instead of taking the elevator he took the stairways and got to Bryan Fury's room. "238, here I come." He knocked on the door, hoping the occupant would be there ; he had no intention to wait much longer, and knocked again, louder. "Hey?! Anybody in there??"
"Hold ON!" That was Bryan, no doubt. The cop appeared almost right after. "Whaddaya want again, Marduk?"
"My money. Now."
"Calm down, man. I got something else for you. Come in and I'll explain."
"This better be something good."
"Don't you worry. You won't be able to refuse my offer."
Craig resisted the urge of hitting him right on the spot. "Look at what your first "offer" has gotten me into! I'm stuck with a kid right now. A MALE kid, and I swear I don't want him to think I'm in there just 'cause of you. But speaking of offer.... I want my fucking money now."
"Look, Marduk. You want more money, right?"
"Hell yeah."
"Then sit down and listen to me."
The black-haired man sat on the bed. "Go ahead, Fury."
"For 100,000$, what would you be ready to do?"
"Is that another trick?"
"Nope. [Well, not really]. You go out with him during the WHOLE tournament, and the 100,000$'s all yours. Isn't it... great?"
"When will I get my cash?"
"As soon as the tournament will be over, in a week and a half. Meet me by the subway. I'll have that money ready for you."
"And how can I trust ya, huh?"
Bryan handed him green bills. "Here's the money I owed ya. But!.... what ya say about the other one?"
"You seriously think I'd spit on that?!!"
"I take it as a "yes". Alright, in 12 days, meet me in the subway to the airport at 3 PM. I'll be there."
"You better, else I can have you hurt – and killed – right away. 5,000$, no prob. Doesn't seem fake either".
The cop smirked and continued to talk with his guest. "So... what ya gonna do about him after all that?"
"What do you expect me to do? Leave him as soon as I can."
"Are you sure you really want to do this? I think you won't be able to let him go..."
"We'll see about that. He's a normal guy, he'll get over it. Not like I'm the only man in this world. He'll find someone else, he's good looking enough for that."
"'Cause you think he's good looking now, heh?"
"How many guys would YOU find attractive for 100,000$"
"Don't know" Bryan simply answered. "What about you?"
"The kid's enough. Still there's a few things I gotta give to him. He doesn't snore, enjoys sex, not into romantic stuff, easy to please. And he's not very hairy."
"I swear that if I wouldn't know you better, I would say you'd be in love with him."
"Not love. I can say he's attractive without "loving" him back."
"He loves you?"
"Says so."
"Well my friend, you're gonna have a hard time getting rid of him..."
"Probably. But it's worth 100,000$."
"So it's a deal then?"
"It's a deal, Fury."
"Good... good...."
"Well now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna take a look at him." Craig left the room, counting the money again, taking the stairway to the third floor. "This is gonna be enough to pamper him for the rest of the tournament."
When he got back to his room, the door was unlocked. He cracked it open ; Hwoarang was asleep on the older man's bed, arms wrapped around his own waist, a smile on his face. "Who wouldn't have fell for him after all?" He moved closer to the Korean youth and brushed red strands of hair away from his face. [Give me one good reason for not leaving you later, and I'll stay with you. I mean it, kid. It's fucking weird to me though, since I've never gone out with another guy, in those terms anyways. Maybe it's better this way. Still... I have no idea on how I'm gonna tell you all that, or when. That's if I decide to do so.]
Hwoarang opened his eyes slightly, before shutting them off again. Even though it had taken him more time than he thought, Craig was back with him. The redhead had been waiting for a good 2 hours at the cafeteria after the match between Christie Montiero and Jin Kazama ; the Japanese had won, still the Brazilian woman had put up a good fight. He yawned some and snuggled around the bigger body beside him. "Where you been...."
"Not very far, don't worry kid. Had some stuff to clear with Bryan Fury?"
"Like...?"
"Old stuff, don't worry about it" he mentionned as he gently stroke the smaller man's skin. "Don't worry."
"OK... can I go back to sleep now?"
"Of course, Hwoarang. Want me to wake you up before my match?"
"Yeah." The Korean yawned again closed his eyes. "Good night, Craig."
"Good night, Hwoarang."
....The next morning....
"WAKE UP FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" The man had been trying to wake Hwoarang up from his deep slumber for a good twenty minutes so far, and still no answer. The kid was moving from time to time, sighing and muttering. It was only when Craig shook him that he woke up, startled.
"WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT'S GOING ON?!"
The American chuckled. "Good morning, kid. Slept well, right?"
"'Course I slept well. Who wouldn't with you around heh?"
"Heihachi Mishima would fall in that category."
"Not the same. Look at how much the guy's old. Plus he has a son, who has a son..."
"See what I mean?"
"Anyways... don't you have to get ready, big guy?"
"I've been ready for an hour. Unlike a certain redheaded Korean young man known as Hwoarang. Come on, get ready..." Craig helped him out of the bed and looked at him while he got dressed, chuckling from time to time. "What are we waiting for now? Let's go!".
They reached the fighting ring soon after. "Good luck big guy."
"I won't need it, don't worry."
To be continued...
A/N 2 : Next chapter, the fight between Craig and Paul Pheonix. Reviews are still welcome =D Thanks for reading!