In this chapter : As the Tournament ends in a few days, people are wondering if Craig and Hwoarang will stop seeing each other someday...
A/N : This is my last chapter until I have enough time to write in Montreal (probably late August / early September) for this fic… unless I find the time to write and pack my stuff at the same time. Because YES! I'm moving! n.n Goodbye 56k phone modem and hello high-speed connection! And goodbye my house… -.-; Oh well. University courses start September 7th, but I'll still update and show up on MSN n.n. As you now know another part of my life, I'll let you people read. Enjoy!
The Bet
Chapter 10 : Ideas for a circus
"So who're fighting today?"
"Jin Kazama VS Yoshimistu at 10:30 AM, followed by Kazuya Mishima VS Lei Wulong at 2:30 PM. Tomorrow, Marshall Law VS Bryan Fury at 10:30, then me VS Lee Chaolan at 2:30 PM. Who's Lee Chaloan anyway?"
Hwoarang leaned on the wall as usual. "Lee Chaolan is Kazuya Mishima's adopted brother, and the CEO of the G-Corporation. He's the one who created Combot."
"Hold on… that junk that got beaten up BAD by Steve Fox?" Craig reprimanded a laugh at the thought of Steve Fox demolishing the humanoid robot with well-aimed punches. "Stupid thing. I'd suggest him to test his stuff before."
"Yeah. Heard he spent a whole lot of money of this model. Well, it's all gone now…"
"Anyways, let's go see the fight, huh?"
"If it's to see Kazama getting his ass kicked, hell yeah! I want to go right now!"
Both men left the hallway, heading for the fighting area.
-=-=-=-
"Keep him busy. Just… do so. Have to talk with Marduk for a little while and I don't want Hwoarang around. He's such a pain in the ass since they're always together. Do whatever comes to your mind to keep him busy. I'll reward you after."
"Reward me…? I have even more money than you'll get in your entire life, Fury."
"Kazuya, you know exactly what I mean. If you win this tournament – in case I don't win, actually – I'll keep Yoshimitsu off the Zaibatsu. Not me personally, but I'll manage to send someone to keep him away."
"Okay. But speak to him AFTER my fight, which I have to leave to train for. So until then…" The Japanese left the table quietly to the training area. He had some ideas to spend some time with the redhead…
Bryan Fury got up too, pissed off that he had to wait until the late afternoon to see how the "relation" between Craig and Hwoarang had got to. If only the couple could be torn apart by someone before the end of the Tournament, he wouldn't have to give the other American his 100,000 dollars, and that would be a good thing. Along would come the downfall of Craig and Hwoarang. Maybe HE could be the one to do that. A sweet idea. It was fun to see the black-haired American man coming with different excuses to explain Hwoarang's constant presence around him. "Damn… got to speak to Kazuya before everything" he mentally warned himself. "Maybe he'll like my new idea". With that, he headed to the fighting ring laughing, wanting to watch the two next matches.
=-=-=-=
The area was crowded, as usual, but everybody knew it would be even more crowded during the semi-finals (in two days), the final match, (3 days) and much more in the very final fight, between whoever had won the finals and Heihachi Mishima, head of the Mishima Zaibatsu. So far, all the fighters had thought – and hoped – to be that one who'd be the next CEO of the Zaibatsu. Only 8 remained right now, 4 in 2 days.
Hwoarang was still pissed that he had lost his very first fight in the Tournament, and often reminded Craig about the rematch. Even Xiaoyu Ling had gotten further than him! Xiaoyu! But everything hadn't stopped him to attend the other matches.
Another very pissed fighter was Paul Phoenix. The broom-haired Judo fighter ran away on his motorcycle after being defeated by Craig. He had been the only one to do that. Even Xiaoyu (once again) had taken her defeat by Christie Monteiro better than that…
As for Craig, he was glad to be among those 8 guys. Technically, he had no idea of what he'd be able to do after the Tournament. His intentions were to take Hwoarang to America so they could live together, but what would say the American authorities once he'd set foot in the USA? He really didn't want to find himself in prison again. There were other things that rotting in prison for 8 more years that waited for him. First, he wanted to buy a bigger house than the one he "owned" (his parents lived in it during the time he was in prison, and still did)… maybe he could even give it to them. Then he'd join a Vale Tudo tournament… and maybe get a side job… somewhere. Oh and fuck with the job. He'd have enough money to live until the end of his life – including Hwoarang's – with the money coming from the Zaibastu. The perfect life!
When they got in the fighting area, it took them near fifteen minutes to find good seats. Craig sat beside the redheaded youth and a balding African man. With his bag of popcorn and soda, Hwoarang looked like a child who was attending a circus show or a movie.
Thousands of people gathered inside the area (plus the million ones watching live on TV) watching two guys fighting.
It's a circus indeed.
-=-=-=-
"Kazuya… Let me tell you one thing : you're fucking hard to find."
The raven-haired man raised an eyebrow. "And?"
"Remember what I asked you earlier?"
"Yeah. Think it'd forget that?" Kazuya was annoyed by the cop's presence around him, and he made sure he got it.
"Somewhat of a plan change. I thought of something else… you could……………"
"Hehehehe… yeah, good job Bryan. I'll do that."
=-=-=-=
The fight was over. Hwoarang was quite annoyed as he watched Jin Kazama's victory against Yoshimitsu. He thought it would've been fun if the space Ninja used his sword on the Japanese fighter, although he didn't want Kazama to be killed. He wasn't even injured…
"I doubt you're fine with the result, eh kid?"
"Oh well, if he gets in the finals, you'll just have to beat him up for me. Unless his father or his uncle do that."
"You could say that. Anyways… the next fight is in a few hours. Let's take a break of all those people and go somewhere else."
Hwoarang offered popcorns to Craig, whose hand seems to be much bigger than it. "Want some?"
"Hmmm… no thanks. They don't make a lot of things for the giants nowadays…" Craig added on a fake sad tone, like if they had done that already. "Back then… eh, kidding kid. You wanna see the other fight later?"
"Yeah. I bet Lei Wulong will lose. It's Kazuya Mishima he's fighting…"
"Can't forget that. I wonder why Jin doesn't use the same fighting style as his grandfather and father… y'know why?"
The redhead shrugged. "Do you know the whole story with the Mishimas and the Kazamas?"
"Nope. Because there's something between it?"
"One of those old revenge stories. Kazuya Mishima was thrown into a volcano by his own father. As a revenge, he did the same. And as a revenge… Heihachi did it once again. In his last moments, Kazuya sold his soul to the Devil so he could not die. Then, he supposedly raped Jun Kazama. Don't know if it's true or not. Jin's their son. When Jun was killed by Toshin, he was sent to train with Heihachi, where he learnt the fighting style. After everything Heihachi has done, he just couldn't live with that anymore… so he left Tokyo and went God- huh… Devil-knows-where… to unlearn the style and learn Traditional Karate… figured this last bit out by myself. He doesn't use the Mishima Style Karate like he did in the last Tournament." At the end, the Korean fighter was out of breath.
"Thought it was over between you two?"
"Oh it IS over. I've heard so much stuff by Julia and Xiaoyu that I know the whole story."
"Alright." As Hwoarang continued to walk, Craig stopped when he heard another voice whispering something to him.
"Hey. Come here."
"Hwoarang? I'll join you in a minute."
At the same moment, he saw Kazuya Mishima walking toward the kid, but didn't pay much attention to it. Kazuya wasn't the only one around anyways. Craig walked in the direction of the voice, knowing who it was. "I knew it was you, Bryan."
"So… 4 days left until the end of the bet, right?"
"Right. In case you'd think that, NO, I'm not giving up. Like I told you already, I'm bringing Hwoarang with me in the USA. And what can happen between un in four days?"
Bryan chuckled. "Anything can happen, Craig… anything…"
… To be continued …
A/N 2 : So yeah, this chapter was most probably the last for a little while, maybe 2 weeks or 3, don't know really, unless I can manage packing, moving, writing and gaming. I hope I'll manage! But this doesn't mean the end of the fic XD!. Once again, thanks for all the reviews, and keep those coming!
A/N : This is my last chapter until I have enough time to write in Montreal (probably late August / early September) for this fic… unless I find the time to write and pack my stuff at the same time. Because YES! I'm moving! n.n Goodbye 56k phone modem and hello high-speed connection! And goodbye my house… -.-; Oh well. University courses start September 7th, but I'll still update and show up on MSN n.n. As you now know another part of my life, I'll let you people read. Enjoy!
Chapter 10 : Ideas for a circus
"So who're fighting today?"
"Jin Kazama VS Yoshimistu at 10:30 AM, followed by Kazuya Mishima VS Lei Wulong at 2:30 PM. Tomorrow, Marshall Law VS Bryan Fury at 10:30, then me VS Lee Chaolan at 2:30 PM. Who's Lee Chaloan anyway?"
Hwoarang leaned on the wall as usual. "Lee Chaolan is Kazuya Mishima's adopted brother, and the CEO of the G-Corporation. He's the one who created Combot."
"Hold on… that junk that got beaten up BAD by Steve Fox?" Craig reprimanded a laugh at the thought of Steve Fox demolishing the humanoid robot with well-aimed punches. "Stupid thing. I'd suggest him to test his stuff before."
"Yeah. Heard he spent a whole lot of money of this model. Well, it's all gone now…"
"Anyways, let's go see the fight, huh?"
"If it's to see Kazama getting his ass kicked, hell yeah! I want to go right now!"
Both men left the hallway, heading for the fighting area.
-=-=-=-
"Keep him busy. Just… do so. Have to talk with Marduk for a little while and I don't want Hwoarang around. He's such a pain in the ass since they're always together. Do whatever comes to your mind to keep him busy. I'll reward you after."
"Reward me…? I have even more money than you'll get in your entire life, Fury."
"Kazuya, you know exactly what I mean. If you win this tournament – in case I don't win, actually – I'll keep Yoshimitsu off the Zaibatsu. Not me personally, but I'll manage to send someone to keep him away."
"Okay. But speak to him AFTER my fight, which I have to leave to train for. So until then…" The Japanese left the table quietly to the training area. He had some ideas to spend some time with the redhead…
Bryan Fury got up too, pissed off that he had to wait until the late afternoon to see how the "relation" between Craig and Hwoarang had got to. If only the couple could be torn apart by someone before the end of the Tournament, he wouldn't have to give the other American his 100,000 dollars, and that would be a good thing. Along would come the downfall of Craig and Hwoarang. Maybe HE could be the one to do that. A sweet idea. It was fun to see the black-haired American man coming with different excuses to explain Hwoarang's constant presence around him. "Damn… got to speak to Kazuya before everything" he mentally warned himself. "Maybe he'll like my new idea". With that, he headed to the fighting ring laughing, wanting to watch the two next matches.
=-=-=-=
The area was crowded, as usual, but everybody knew it would be even more crowded during the semi-finals (in two days), the final match, (3 days) and much more in the very final fight, between whoever had won the finals and Heihachi Mishima, head of the Mishima Zaibatsu. So far, all the fighters had thought – and hoped – to be that one who'd be the next CEO of the Zaibatsu. Only 8 remained right now, 4 in 2 days.
Hwoarang was still pissed that he had lost his very first fight in the Tournament, and often reminded Craig about the rematch. Even Xiaoyu Ling had gotten further than him! Xiaoyu! But everything hadn't stopped him to attend the other matches.
Another very pissed fighter was Paul Phoenix. The broom-haired Judo fighter ran away on his motorcycle after being defeated by Craig. He had been the only one to do that. Even Xiaoyu (once again) had taken her defeat by Christie Monteiro better than that…
As for Craig, he was glad to be among those 8 guys. Technically, he had no idea of what he'd be able to do after the Tournament. His intentions were to take Hwoarang to America so they could live together, but what would say the American authorities once he'd set foot in the USA? He really didn't want to find himself in prison again. There were other things that rotting in prison for 8 more years that waited for him. First, he wanted to buy a bigger house than the one he "owned" (his parents lived in it during the time he was in prison, and still did)… maybe he could even give it to them. Then he'd join a Vale Tudo tournament… and maybe get a side job… somewhere. Oh and fuck with the job. He'd have enough money to live until the end of his life – including Hwoarang's – with the money coming from the Zaibastu. The perfect life!
When they got in the fighting area, it took them near fifteen minutes to find good seats. Craig sat beside the redheaded youth and a balding African man. With his bag of popcorn and soda, Hwoarang looked like a child who was attending a circus show or a movie.
Thousands of people gathered inside the area (plus the million ones watching live on TV) watching two guys fighting.
It's a circus indeed.
-=-=-=-
"Kazuya… Let me tell you one thing : you're fucking hard to find."
The raven-haired man raised an eyebrow. "And?"
"Remember what I asked you earlier?"
"Yeah. Think it'd forget that?" Kazuya was annoyed by the cop's presence around him, and he made sure he got it.
"Somewhat of a plan change. I thought of something else… you could……………"
"Hehehehe… yeah, good job Bryan. I'll do that."
=-=-=-=
The fight was over. Hwoarang was quite annoyed as he watched Jin Kazama's victory against Yoshimitsu. He thought it would've been fun if the space Ninja used his sword on the Japanese fighter, although he didn't want Kazama to be killed. He wasn't even injured…
"I doubt you're fine with the result, eh kid?"
"Oh well, if he gets in the finals, you'll just have to beat him up for me. Unless his father or his uncle do that."
"You could say that. Anyways… the next fight is in a few hours. Let's take a break of all those people and go somewhere else."
Hwoarang offered popcorns to Craig, whose hand seems to be much bigger than it. "Want some?"
"Hmmm… no thanks. They don't make a lot of things for the giants nowadays…" Craig added on a fake sad tone, like if they had done that already. "Back then… eh, kidding kid. You wanna see the other fight later?"
"Yeah. I bet Lei Wulong will lose. It's Kazuya Mishima he's fighting…"
"Can't forget that. I wonder why Jin doesn't use the same fighting style as his grandfather and father… y'know why?"
The redhead shrugged. "Do you know the whole story with the Mishimas and the Kazamas?"
"Nope. Because there's something between it?"
"One of those old revenge stories. Kazuya Mishima was thrown into a volcano by his own father. As a revenge, he did the same. And as a revenge… Heihachi did it once again. In his last moments, Kazuya sold his soul to the Devil so he could not die. Then, he supposedly raped Jun Kazama. Don't know if it's true or not. Jin's their son. When Jun was killed by Toshin, he was sent to train with Heihachi, where he learnt the fighting style. After everything Heihachi has done, he just couldn't live with that anymore… so he left Tokyo and went God- huh… Devil-knows-where… to unlearn the style and learn Traditional Karate… figured this last bit out by myself. He doesn't use the Mishima Style Karate like he did in the last Tournament." At the end, the Korean fighter was out of breath.
"Thought it was over between you two?"
"Oh it IS over. I've heard so much stuff by Julia and Xiaoyu that I know the whole story."
"Alright." As Hwoarang continued to walk, Craig stopped when he heard another voice whispering something to him.
"Hey. Come here."
"Hwoarang? I'll join you in a minute."
At the same moment, he saw Kazuya Mishima walking toward the kid, but didn't pay much attention to it. Kazuya wasn't the only one around anyways. Craig walked in the direction of the voice, knowing who it was. "I knew it was you, Bryan."
"So… 4 days left until the end of the bet, right?"
"Right. In case you'd think that, NO, I'm not giving up. Like I told you already, I'm bringing Hwoarang with me in the USA. And what can happen between un in four days?"
Bryan chuckled. "Anything can happen, Craig… anything…"
… To be continued …
A/N 2 : So yeah, this chapter was most probably the last for a little while, maybe 2 weeks or 3, don't know really, unless I can manage packing, moving, writing and gaming. I hope I'll manage! But this doesn't mean the end of the fic XD!. Once again, thanks for all the reviews, and keep those coming!