In this chapter : Bet? What bet? Could Craig be forgetting about it?
A/N : When it's not my computer that's acting strange, it's the writer's block that gets in the way. Updates have been slow for the past 4 chapters I'd say… sorry for the delays. There're more chapters to come, but I don't know when I'll write them. I frankly don't have any big ideas as I have with my other fics (both the online one and the not published yet ones). Might be even bigger delays. I won't drop it, don't worry. I'll let you people read the chapter now n.n'
The Bet
Chapter 8 : Promise
"WHAT DO YO MEAN BY CAN'T GET IN RIGHT NOW?!!"
Hwoarang jumped slightly at Craig's shout and sighed. They were actually stuck OUTSIDE the hotel for about no reason. Anyways, nothing that was told by the guards. "Meaning we'll have to find another place to crash?" he asked, leaning on the wall, sounding tired.
"Mishima Heihachi ordered to let no one through until tomorrow morning."
"BUT OUR ROOM IS IN THERE!"
"And it IS morning already. So come on…"
The guard shook his head. "No can do, guys."
The black-haired man turned to the smaller frame beside him and muttered. "Hold me; else I'll punch him…"
"Doubt I'll be able to. And if I listened to myself, I would encourage you to do it."
"Oh and whatever. Let's find someplace else."
"But most of our stuff is there!"
"We'll get it back tomorrow, kid." Both men were about to leave when a low voice was heard.
"Let me through."
Hwoarang automatically spun. He knew who this voice belonged to. Jin Kazama. "Kazama… nice meeting you… again" he said as he eyed the Japanese fighter with a hint of hate. "What are you doing here?"
"Oji-san said it will be OK for you to get back in."
"Who?"
"Oji-san. Grand-father in Japanese. He's referring to Heihachi."
"Thanks, kid" Craig mentioned to Hwoarang. "So what were you saying about the possibility of finally getting back in? And how come Heihachi knows we're waiting?"
Jin strode past the guards and cocked his head. "They're guards."
"Yeah, right. As long as we can get in, it's ok. So thanks." Craig grabbed Hwoarang by the arm and dragged him until they reached the elevator.
"Can't believe we've been saved by mama's boy Jin…"
"You still don't like him, do you?"
Once they reached the room, the redhead spun around again. "How would you like someone who broke up with you for no reason? And still hasn't given you one? Maybe you wouldn't care. But I do. It's hard for me to find someone who I can really trust. I trusted him. One big mistake I won't repeat. He told me he was in love with me while he wasn't even!! Do you have any idea on how hurtful this is!?"
"Huh…"
"That's why I was pissed off earlier. I was afraid the same thing was gonna happen with you, once again. I'm just… sick of being hurt." Hwoarang hung his head down. He still wasn't really feeling good, but Craig's presence made him feel a bit better. He didn't want to be alone anymore. And from what it seemed, the man would be there for him.
Right now, he held him by the waist, head resting on his shoulder, sometimes kissing the youth's neck. "I promise that I won't let you down, kid." His hands ran down the other's upper body. It felt good knowing that someone actually cared for him. "I'll never let anything happen to you."
"If you think you'll get sex tonight… you're wrong. I'm tired…" he trailed as he rested his own head on the man's shoulders.
"Well then I'll let you sleep. You really need that, don't you?"
The Korean nodded. "Where you going?"
"Nowhere. Anyways, not until you fall asleep."
Hwoarang laughed and stretched before undressing himself in front of his lover. "You're not gonna wait for a long time I think." Half-naked, he sat back on Craig's lap and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
"Feeling good, eh?"
"Hell yeah" he replied drowsily, closing his eyes. "Mind if I fall asleep on you?"
The raven-haired man chuckled. "No no, don't worry."
A few minutes passed and the redhead was asleep. Craig gently got up, making sure he wasn't waking up as he gathered him in his arms, laid him down on the bed than laid right beside. He ran his hands in the soft hair, took the decision not to go out of the room and spend the night with Hwoarang. He preferred the company of the youth to anyone's. The kid didn't even judge him about the involuntary homicide… other people would've ran away from him. Not Hwoarang.
He was too much… in love.
And he loved him back.
Something Craig hadn't felt for some time already. Yes he had gone out with many women, but he didn't know if he really loved them. Physical attraction was there, though. He enjoyed being with them. He didn't see them as objects, but love was more or less there. With Hwoarang it was another thing. He had more fun hanging out with him ; they had more points in common than he thought at first. They enjoyed practically the same activities, ranging from music to training. The kid wasn't as sensitive as most of the women he went out with. Yeah at first there was that bet, which was nothing more than a game to him, but not anymore. He hadn't been supposed to be with the kid for that long. They had been together for about a week ; one week to go and they'd probably break up.
Hwoarang wanted to see America. And Craig had promised him he wouldn't let him down. What would be the reaction of his family? And his friends? He knew he loved him, but enough to bring him along in America… maybe. After all it was a promise. He just couldn't back off; it would hurt the Korean kid too much. And he wanted to avoid that at all cost. He never backed up from challenges, and keeping that promise was somewhat one. Not really because he loved Hwoarang, but going through his family was going to be one. [Love isn't a challenge. Can't help with who you are falling for…]
The older man finally got up to close the light and get out of his own clothes. Tomorrow was going to be another day. One closer to his new job. CEO of the Mishima Zaibastu, known as the Mishima Financial Empire. He'd roll on gold. With Hwoarang, of course. He could forget about Bryan Fury and the rest, start a new life anywhere in the world, rich enough to afford a few houses here and there, traveling depending where they'd want to spend a few months. No more worries. Just… peace. He couldn't speak a word of Japanese – Hwoarang would have to the translation. It would give him a job as well, a purpose. Plus he was sure he'd like that kind of work. No paperwork, just talking.
He looked one more time at the redheaded youth sleeping beside him. He had a tendency of snuggling around him at night, in fetal position, head in his neck. Where would the kid be without him? Still in the army? In another man's arms? Why not a girl's? Maybe Jin Kazama, if they hadn't broken up earlier. Or maybe that blonde, although he was pretty sure he was with the Brazilian girl.
After a few hours of sleep, Craig woke up. It was still dark outside. He took a peek at the young man in his arms. Hwoarang was fast asleep with a smile on his face.
… To be continued…
A/N 2 : That was short x.x I'll try to make the next one longer (seems I've written that somewhere else O.o') Keep reviewing if you want more! n.n
A/N : When it's not my computer that's acting strange, it's the writer's block that gets in the way. Updates have been slow for the past 4 chapters I'd say… sorry for the delays. There're more chapters to come, but I don't know when I'll write them. I frankly don't have any big ideas as I have with my other fics (both the online one and the not published yet ones). Might be even bigger delays. I won't drop it, don't worry. I'll let you people read the chapter now n.n'
Chapter 8 : Promise
"WHAT DO YO MEAN BY CAN'T GET IN RIGHT NOW?!!"
Hwoarang jumped slightly at Craig's shout and sighed. They were actually stuck OUTSIDE the hotel for about no reason. Anyways, nothing that was told by the guards. "Meaning we'll have to find another place to crash?" he asked, leaning on the wall, sounding tired.
"Mishima Heihachi ordered to let no one through until tomorrow morning."
"BUT OUR ROOM IS IN THERE!"
"And it IS morning already. So come on…"
The guard shook his head. "No can do, guys."
The black-haired man turned to the smaller frame beside him and muttered. "Hold me; else I'll punch him…"
"Doubt I'll be able to. And if I listened to myself, I would encourage you to do it."
"Oh and whatever. Let's find someplace else."
"But most of our stuff is there!"
"We'll get it back tomorrow, kid." Both men were about to leave when a low voice was heard.
"Let me through."
Hwoarang automatically spun. He knew who this voice belonged to. Jin Kazama. "Kazama… nice meeting you… again" he said as he eyed the Japanese fighter with a hint of hate. "What are you doing here?"
"Oji-san said it will be OK for you to get back in."
"Who?"
"Oji-san. Grand-father in Japanese. He's referring to Heihachi."
"Thanks, kid" Craig mentioned to Hwoarang. "So what were you saying about the possibility of finally getting back in? And how come Heihachi knows we're waiting?"
Jin strode past the guards and cocked his head. "They're guards."
"Yeah, right. As long as we can get in, it's ok. So thanks." Craig grabbed Hwoarang by the arm and dragged him until they reached the elevator.
"Can't believe we've been saved by mama's boy Jin…"
"You still don't like him, do you?"
Once they reached the room, the redhead spun around again. "How would you like someone who broke up with you for no reason? And still hasn't given you one? Maybe you wouldn't care. But I do. It's hard for me to find someone who I can really trust. I trusted him. One big mistake I won't repeat. He told me he was in love with me while he wasn't even!! Do you have any idea on how hurtful this is!?"
"Huh…"
"That's why I was pissed off earlier. I was afraid the same thing was gonna happen with you, once again. I'm just… sick of being hurt." Hwoarang hung his head down. He still wasn't really feeling good, but Craig's presence made him feel a bit better. He didn't want to be alone anymore. And from what it seemed, the man would be there for him.
Right now, he held him by the waist, head resting on his shoulder, sometimes kissing the youth's neck. "I promise that I won't let you down, kid." His hands ran down the other's upper body. It felt good knowing that someone actually cared for him. "I'll never let anything happen to you."
"If you think you'll get sex tonight… you're wrong. I'm tired…" he trailed as he rested his own head on the man's shoulders.
"Well then I'll let you sleep. You really need that, don't you?"
The Korean nodded. "Where you going?"
"Nowhere. Anyways, not until you fall asleep."
Hwoarang laughed and stretched before undressing himself in front of his lover. "You're not gonna wait for a long time I think." Half-naked, he sat back on Craig's lap and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
"Feeling good, eh?"
"Hell yeah" he replied drowsily, closing his eyes. "Mind if I fall asleep on you?"
The raven-haired man chuckled. "No no, don't worry."
A few minutes passed and the redhead was asleep. Craig gently got up, making sure he wasn't waking up as he gathered him in his arms, laid him down on the bed than laid right beside. He ran his hands in the soft hair, took the decision not to go out of the room and spend the night with Hwoarang. He preferred the company of the youth to anyone's. The kid didn't even judge him about the involuntary homicide… other people would've ran away from him. Not Hwoarang.
He was too much… in love.
And he loved him back.
Something Craig hadn't felt for some time already. Yes he had gone out with many women, but he didn't know if he really loved them. Physical attraction was there, though. He enjoyed being with them. He didn't see them as objects, but love was more or less there. With Hwoarang it was another thing. He had more fun hanging out with him ; they had more points in common than he thought at first. They enjoyed practically the same activities, ranging from music to training. The kid wasn't as sensitive as most of the women he went out with. Yeah at first there was that bet, which was nothing more than a game to him, but not anymore. He hadn't been supposed to be with the kid for that long. They had been together for about a week ; one week to go and they'd probably break up.
Hwoarang wanted to see America. And Craig had promised him he wouldn't let him down. What would be the reaction of his family? And his friends? He knew he loved him, but enough to bring him along in America… maybe. After all it was a promise. He just couldn't back off; it would hurt the Korean kid too much. And he wanted to avoid that at all cost. He never backed up from challenges, and keeping that promise was somewhat one. Not really because he loved Hwoarang, but going through his family was going to be one. [Love isn't a challenge. Can't help with who you are falling for…]
The older man finally got up to close the light and get out of his own clothes. Tomorrow was going to be another day. One closer to his new job. CEO of the Mishima Zaibastu, known as the Mishima Financial Empire. He'd roll on gold. With Hwoarang, of course. He could forget about Bryan Fury and the rest, start a new life anywhere in the world, rich enough to afford a few houses here and there, traveling depending where they'd want to spend a few months. No more worries. Just… peace. He couldn't speak a word of Japanese – Hwoarang would have to the translation. It would give him a job as well, a purpose. Plus he was sure he'd like that kind of work. No paperwork, just talking.
He looked one more time at the redheaded youth sleeping beside him. He had a tendency of snuggling around him at night, in fetal position, head in his neck. Where would the kid be without him? Still in the army? In another man's arms? Why not a girl's? Maybe Jin Kazama, if they hadn't broken up earlier. Or maybe that blonde, although he was pretty sure he was with the Brazilian girl.
After a few hours of sleep, Craig woke up. It was still dark outside. He took a peek at the young man in his arms. Hwoarang was fast asleep with a smile on his face.
… To be continued…
A/N 2 : That was short x.x I'll try to make the next one longer (seems I've written that somewhere else O.o') Keep reviewing if you want more! n.n