In this chapter : Craig is slowly finding out what's up between Bryan and Kazuya…
A/N : The more I read what I write, the more I think it sucks -.-;;; (especially the current title…). I'm sorry for not updating faster (I promise the next ones will be faster!) but I ran into the typical "need-to-format" and "can't-write-it-as-I-want" periods. But I updated! YAY! I'm starting to think about how to end this fic (got two endings so far : the good and the bad) so I'm open to suggestions. Or maybe I'll publish the two (laughs).
The Bet
Chapter 11 : Left right or left left?
Anything can happen. "Tchhh… I don't like when people say that to me."
"Well ANYTHING can happen… the world could even explode, right?"
Craig growled. He really didn't like how Bryan was putting things, and would have to watch Hwoarang closely… talking about the redheaded kid… "Where the hell is he…?"
"Your boyfriend? Hehehe. If I were you, I'd check around and make sure nothing happens to him… poor thing, alone without his lover…"
If he had been alone with Fury, he WOULD HAVE punched him, this time. And once again, he had to restrain himself not to do so and be expelled of the Tournament. Instead he gave him a death glare, knowing he had implied that Hwoarang would be hurt. "I had enough of you, Fury. Everything will be over between me and you in two days. Wait two small days, and I WILL be the King of Iron Fist Tournament- "
"With the queen coming along hahaha!"
"He who laughs last, laughs the loudest. And I'll laugh fucking loud, Bryan. We'll see who'll win."
The ex-cop walked out first, evil grin on his face. He knew how to piss Craig off and used every single excuse to do so. But now wasn't really just an excuse. Somewhere in the building, there was a Korean kid getting either the beating of his lifetime, being threatened or hurt…
"We'll see each other in the finals, Fury" he said to himself as he went out of the hallway, in the opposite direction as Bryan went towards a few seconds before. He settled his eyes on where he had last seen Hwoarang, hoping he was still there, but no. He probably had gone back in the bedroom, being tired of waiting for him. The redhead had never been fond of waiting, of course. Although, instead of heading back to the room, he decided to follow the cyborg around, wanting to find out more about his whereabouts. He made his way through the numerous people attending the combats, not leaving his eyes of the other fighter, which was rather easy due to the clothes he was wearing.
Fury had stopped walking near the training area, not entering it but standing near the door, arms folded on his chest, seemingly annoyed. "Kazuya, dammit, show up!" He obviously wasn't in a very good mood (thinking about it, he had never even SEEN Bryan Fury happy…) as he started pacing in front of the door. After a five-minute of total boredom, someone else appeared in his vision. A tall man, with spiked hair like the Kazama kid, same thick eyebrows…
"Kazuya! So, how did it go?"
"I totally wonder how he is even here. Didn't take long for me to bring him down. He fought back though. He's already out of the tournament after all."
"And now he's probably out cold." Both men laughed out loud.
So Kazuya had beaten up Hwoarang? Where did that take place? And why? How was the kid doing? Could Kazuya even have killed him?
"Hey, Fury, seems you have company." The ex-cop turned around, narrowing his eyes, spotting Craig right away.
"You… didn't kill the kid, did you?"
The Japanese man shrugged and scoffed. "No. I did what I had been told. Beat him up. If you had told me to finish him off, I would've done it. I was about to do it to tell the truth."
"A chance you didn't kill him!" he said through his teeth. "Think about it. Marduk would've gone crazy, and would probably being killing us right now. But he won't stand a chance with me tomorrow. We better cut this short. Meet me tomorrow, after your fight."
"Got it."
Damn that Kazuya Mishima. He will get away with it and pretend nothing happened, that someone had else beaten Hwoarang up.
Craig got back to the hallway where he had last seen the Korean redhead. He was not in sight, just as he had expected. But he couldn't be really far, unless they had run after each other. He checked restrooms (even in the ladies', asking a few girls if they had seen a redheaded, Asian man around). No sign of him… "Maybe he got out of it okay and went back to the room."
"Remind me to kick Kazuya's ass next time I see him…"
"THERE YOU ARE!" The American rushed to the smaller man, who wasn't in his best mood ever. "You ok?"
"What a question. Do I look okay to you?!" Hwoarang looked totally pissed, as he had noticed. His right shoulder was dislocated, he limped and dried blood could be found on his hands and face. The pair of tight jeans he was wearing had been torn apart at some spots, just like his t-shirt. "So yeah, I've felt better."
"Here, let me help you getting to the infirmary." Craig's arms wrapped around his lover's waist, but he was instantly pushed back after a scream.
"OOOW NO! I'll walk!"
"You're in no state to walk, kid."
"Whatever…"
"Stop being so proud and let me help." This time the older man was serious. He didn't let him say anything wrapped his left arm around his waist, putting enough pressure for him to stand, but not enough to hurt. "You sure you don't need more help than that?"
Hwoarang nodded. He would've gladly accepted to be carried around, but he didn't want to be that position, literally. He figured out his ribs were broken (once again). He sighed and leaned on Craig, wondering when they'd reach the damned infirmary. And suddenly… "Craig?"
"Yeah?"
"You'll be able to carry me…"
"Something wrong?"
"I'm not feeling very well… I just wanna throw up and sleep…"
'Commotion.' "You got a commotion."
"Thanks for the reminder. If you think I'm not aware of what I can get from a fight, you're wrong."
"Stay there, don't move, I'll be right back" the Vale Tudo fighter helped him sitting on a bench and gently patted his head. "Now promise me you won't even try to get up from here."
"How could I even walk by myself…?"
"Good, kid. I'll be right back with help." He quickly kissed him on the forehead, looked around the hallway and left at his right, trying to find someone that could help either carrying him without damage or calling the inner emergency system. He didn't really want to leave Hwoarang alone for long, in case he'd fall unconscious or suffer more. The first person he spotted was Jin Kazama. 'Hwoa's gonna kill me, although I don't have a choice…' "HEY! Jin Kazama, right?"
The Japanese man turned around and nodded. "You seem worried."
"Would you mind doing me a favor? Watch Hwoarang over there. He's got a commotion from a fight- "
"A fight? Thought other fighters weren't supposed to fight outside the ring…"
"Tell that to your old man, kid."
"Father? Why would he do that?"
"I don't know! Just… go with him please until I reach the medical techs."
"Alright." Jin left to where Hwoarang had been left. His eyes were still open and even though he wasn't supposed to get up, did so when the other Asian walked up to him. Jin thought about pushing him back and decided not to. "Sit back, you're in no state to fight or walk."
"Whatever, Kazama. About damn time I can face you."
"You'll fight me later, but not now. You'd get beaten up anyways."
"You like to underestimate me, eh? Did you tell yourself I wasn't good enough for you when you left me?"
"Hey hey hey, calm down. When you'll be recovered, you'll do whatever you want, fight me if you want to. Not now."
Hwoarang groaned focused his energy in order not to throw up, even though he'd have laughed at the sight of his arch-rival drenched in vomit… if only he wouldn't be feeling sick…
"Hey, thanks Jin. I called and they'll pick him up. You're free."
"No problem."
"CHICKENING OUT AGAIN, EH KAZAMA? COME BACK HERE!" Craig put his hands on Hwoarang's shoulders to sit him down so he wouldn't go after the other youth.
"Come on, sit down. Heard what he said? When you'll be feeling better, you face'll him."
The Korean closed his eyes, on the verge of throwing up again. If it had been less painful when Jin had been here, now it was worse than earlier. And now… Craig was full of vomit.
"Heh… they better come soon…"
Hwoarang didn't even had the time to say "Sorry" that all he was seeing was black…
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"Welcome back in the real world again, kid."
The redheaded fighter opened his eyes. He was in the same room he had been admitted after his fight with Craig. The nurse was a male this time. "Feeling better?" he asked in English with a strong Japanese accent.
"Genki desu. (I'm fine)."
"Eh?"
"I'm fine" he repeated in English. "Don't worry about me."
"I should worry about you. Someone did hurt you… and I'm starting to get my own ideas why." He turned to the nurse, who was checking on the other patient. "Any idea when he'll be fine?"
"Soon. No worry."
"Alright. Want me to stay with you?"
Hwoarang nodded. "In case I'd do something stupid, like getting up to kick Kazama's ass."
"I'll stay then" he answered, a smile on his face, and kissed his lover on the lips. "Glad you're feeling better."
"Nobody kills me that easily… and I'll be even better tomorrow, so I should be able to see your fight."
"You won't be deceived, kid. Not at all."
… To be continued…
A/N 2 : And another chapter over. I'll probably add a sex scene in the next one, I feel like it n.n. Thanks for the reviews! (and for bearing with my slow-ness… n.n;;;)
A/N : The more I read what I write, the more I think it sucks -.-;;; (especially the current title…). I'm sorry for not updating faster (I promise the next ones will be faster!) but I ran into the typical "need-to-format" and "can't-write-it-as-I-want" periods. But I updated! YAY! I'm starting to think about how to end this fic (got two endings so far : the good and the bad) so I'm open to suggestions. Or maybe I'll publish the two (laughs).
Chapter 11 : Left right or left left?
Anything can happen. "Tchhh… I don't like when people say that to me."
"Well ANYTHING can happen… the world could even explode, right?"
Craig growled. He really didn't like how Bryan was putting things, and would have to watch Hwoarang closely… talking about the redheaded kid… "Where the hell is he…?"
"Your boyfriend? Hehehe. If I were you, I'd check around and make sure nothing happens to him… poor thing, alone without his lover…"
If he had been alone with Fury, he WOULD HAVE punched him, this time. And once again, he had to restrain himself not to do so and be expelled of the Tournament. Instead he gave him a death glare, knowing he had implied that Hwoarang would be hurt. "I had enough of you, Fury. Everything will be over between me and you in two days. Wait two small days, and I WILL be the King of Iron Fist Tournament- "
"With the queen coming along hahaha!"
"He who laughs last, laughs the loudest. And I'll laugh fucking loud, Bryan. We'll see who'll win."
The ex-cop walked out first, evil grin on his face. He knew how to piss Craig off and used every single excuse to do so. But now wasn't really just an excuse. Somewhere in the building, there was a Korean kid getting either the beating of his lifetime, being threatened or hurt…
"We'll see each other in the finals, Fury" he said to himself as he went out of the hallway, in the opposite direction as Bryan went towards a few seconds before. He settled his eyes on where he had last seen Hwoarang, hoping he was still there, but no. He probably had gone back in the bedroom, being tired of waiting for him. The redhead had never been fond of waiting, of course. Although, instead of heading back to the room, he decided to follow the cyborg around, wanting to find out more about his whereabouts. He made his way through the numerous people attending the combats, not leaving his eyes of the other fighter, which was rather easy due to the clothes he was wearing.
Fury had stopped walking near the training area, not entering it but standing near the door, arms folded on his chest, seemingly annoyed. "Kazuya, dammit, show up!" He obviously wasn't in a very good mood (thinking about it, he had never even SEEN Bryan Fury happy…) as he started pacing in front of the door. After a five-minute of total boredom, someone else appeared in his vision. A tall man, with spiked hair like the Kazama kid, same thick eyebrows…
"Kazuya! So, how did it go?"
"I totally wonder how he is even here. Didn't take long for me to bring him down. He fought back though. He's already out of the tournament after all."
"And now he's probably out cold." Both men laughed out loud.
So Kazuya had beaten up Hwoarang? Where did that take place? And why? How was the kid doing? Could Kazuya even have killed him?
"Hey, Fury, seems you have company." The ex-cop turned around, narrowing his eyes, spotting Craig right away.
"You… didn't kill the kid, did you?"
The Japanese man shrugged and scoffed. "No. I did what I had been told. Beat him up. If you had told me to finish him off, I would've done it. I was about to do it to tell the truth."
"A chance you didn't kill him!" he said through his teeth. "Think about it. Marduk would've gone crazy, and would probably being killing us right now. But he won't stand a chance with me tomorrow. We better cut this short. Meet me tomorrow, after your fight."
"Got it."
Damn that Kazuya Mishima. He will get away with it and pretend nothing happened, that someone had else beaten Hwoarang up.
Craig got back to the hallway where he had last seen the Korean redhead. He was not in sight, just as he had expected. But he couldn't be really far, unless they had run after each other. He checked restrooms (even in the ladies', asking a few girls if they had seen a redheaded, Asian man around). No sign of him… "Maybe he got out of it okay and went back to the room."
"Remind me to kick Kazuya's ass next time I see him…"
"THERE YOU ARE!" The American rushed to the smaller man, who wasn't in his best mood ever. "You ok?"
"What a question. Do I look okay to you?!" Hwoarang looked totally pissed, as he had noticed. His right shoulder was dislocated, he limped and dried blood could be found on his hands and face. The pair of tight jeans he was wearing had been torn apart at some spots, just like his t-shirt. "So yeah, I've felt better."
"Here, let me help you getting to the infirmary." Craig's arms wrapped around his lover's waist, but he was instantly pushed back after a scream.
"OOOW NO! I'll walk!"
"You're in no state to walk, kid."
"Whatever…"
"Stop being so proud and let me help." This time the older man was serious. He didn't let him say anything wrapped his left arm around his waist, putting enough pressure for him to stand, but not enough to hurt. "You sure you don't need more help than that?"
Hwoarang nodded. He would've gladly accepted to be carried around, but he didn't want to be that position, literally. He figured out his ribs were broken (once again). He sighed and leaned on Craig, wondering when they'd reach the damned infirmary. And suddenly… "Craig?"
"Yeah?"
"You'll be able to carry me…"
"Something wrong?"
"I'm not feeling very well… I just wanna throw up and sleep…"
'Commotion.' "You got a commotion."
"Thanks for the reminder. If you think I'm not aware of what I can get from a fight, you're wrong."
"Stay there, don't move, I'll be right back" the Vale Tudo fighter helped him sitting on a bench and gently patted his head. "Now promise me you won't even try to get up from here."
"How could I even walk by myself…?"
"Good, kid. I'll be right back with help." He quickly kissed him on the forehead, looked around the hallway and left at his right, trying to find someone that could help either carrying him without damage or calling the inner emergency system. He didn't really want to leave Hwoarang alone for long, in case he'd fall unconscious or suffer more. The first person he spotted was Jin Kazama. 'Hwoa's gonna kill me, although I don't have a choice…' "HEY! Jin Kazama, right?"
The Japanese man turned around and nodded. "You seem worried."
"Would you mind doing me a favor? Watch Hwoarang over there. He's got a commotion from a fight- "
"A fight? Thought other fighters weren't supposed to fight outside the ring…"
"Tell that to your old man, kid."
"Father? Why would he do that?"
"I don't know! Just… go with him please until I reach the medical techs."
"Alright." Jin left to where Hwoarang had been left. His eyes were still open and even though he wasn't supposed to get up, did so when the other Asian walked up to him. Jin thought about pushing him back and decided not to. "Sit back, you're in no state to fight or walk."
"Whatever, Kazama. About damn time I can face you."
"You'll fight me later, but not now. You'd get beaten up anyways."
"You like to underestimate me, eh? Did you tell yourself I wasn't good enough for you when you left me?"
"Hey hey hey, calm down. When you'll be recovered, you'll do whatever you want, fight me if you want to. Not now."
Hwoarang groaned focused his energy in order not to throw up, even though he'd have laughed at the sight of his arch-rival drenched in vomit… if only he wouldn't be feeling sick…
"Hey, thanks Jin. I called and they'll pick him up. You're free."
"No problem."
"CHICKENING OUT AGAIN, EH KAZAMA? COME BACK HERE!" Craig put his hands on Hwoarang's shoulders to sit him down so he wouldn't go after the other youth.
"Come on, sit down. Heard what he said? When you'll be feeling better, you face'll him."
The Korean closed his eyes, on the verge of throwing up again. If it had been less painful when Jin had been here, now it was worse than earlier. And now… Craig was full of vomit.
"Heh… they better come soon…"
Hwoarang didn't even had the time to say "Sorry" that all he was seeing was black…
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"Welcome back in the real world again, kid."
The redheaded fighter opened his eyes. He was in the same room he had been admitted after his fight with Craig. The nurse was a male this time. "Feeling better?" he asked in English with a strong Japanese accent.
"Genki desu. (I'm fine)."
"Eh?"
"I'm fine" he repeated in English. "Don't worry about me."
"I should worry about you. Someone did hurt you… and I'm starting to get my own ideas why." He turned to the nurse, who was checking on the other patient. "Any idea when he'll be fine?"
"Soon. No worry."
"Alright. Want me to stay with you?"
Hwoarang nodded. "In case I'd do something stupid, like getting up to kick Kazama's ass."
"I'll stay then" he answered, a smile on his face, and kissed his lover on the lips. "Glad you're feeling better."
"Nobody kills me that easily… and I'll be even better tomorrow, so I should be able to see your fight."
"You won't be deceived, kid. Not at all."
… To be continued…
A/N 2 : And another chapter over. I'll probably add a sex scene in the next one, I feel like it n.n. Thanks for the reviews! (and for bearing with my slow-ness… n.n;;;)