In this chapter : Fight against Kazuya? Important details in author's note else this chapter won't make sense if you read all the fic at once or remember details…
A/N: Just noticed a major mistake in my fic. If you remember the actual fight setups from chapter 10, Craig was supposed to face Lee Chaloan, and not Bryan (anyways, in the last chapter…). Other fights have gone through and you'll see our "survivors" in this one, which could mean a plothole… sorry for that. I really don't know how to fix it unless I had 2 chapters, and I don't really want to. Maybe I'll just re-re-upload chapter 10…
The Bet
Chapter 13 : Things that end with the "e" sound
Craig walked in the room once again, food plates in hand. He had no intention of the younger man being hurt ever again (even by getting his own food) and got it for him, and himself at the same time. Hwoarang was sitting on the bed, banging his head up and down at the beat of the dong he was listening to. He turned his head in the American's direction and got up, putting the CD player on the bed and getting his plate. "Thanks! Mmmm… food…"
"I'm not surprised you're hungry. You haven't eaten much since you got beaten up."
"Care to change the subject?"
The raven-haired male chuckled and dug in his food. "Had no idea that they made such good hamburgers."
"Been some time since I ate one actually. I love cheeseburgers with tomatoes… mmmmmm… tomatoes…… Where are the fries by the way?"
"There." The older man pointed to another carton plate, where a bunch of fries rested. "The barbeque sauce is in the- "
Hwoarang smirked. "Is in the box, beside the fries. I know… I saw it when you opened it." He then reached in it to pick some of the fried potatoes and putting them near his burger. "Heh… it's your last fight before Heihachi Mishima… how does it feel? Never got there…"
"Weird feeling. I should face Kazuya Mishima, but for some strange reason, don't know if it'll happen… when I went to the restaurant earlier, some of those armed guys-"
"Tekkenshu."
"Huh… Okay… some of those Tekkenshu guys were running around. I couldn't understand a single word of what they were saying, but I think I heard Jin Kazama's name. Maybe they were searching for him. And with what you filled me in about Jin and Kazuya's pasts, maybe they're after him. The reason? Probably I'll never know."
"Kazama has the Devil Gene in him, just like his father. I really wouldn't be surprised if Heihachi wants to get their power. In that case… we won't see the both of them in the next tournament…"
"So your wish of Jin's death will come true."
The redhead sighed. "I don't want him to die really… I'm just extremely pissed at him for kicking my ass and leaving me, not at the point I want his death. It'd be too cruel… I may say I want to kill him and all, but I'd never do it. Trust me - I know what it's like to lose someone… and I don't wish that to anybody. Not even Kazama." His head lowered and he looked away, arms crossed on his chest.
'Something happened to him… I can tell just by the look on his face'. "A second ago you were eating like there was no tomorrow, and now you just stopped."
"Maybe I should eat more, I know. But I just don't like to talk about death…"
"Sorry kid."
"It's alright… I think………… Anyways, can I go to the match?" Hwoarang paused and raised an eyebrow. "Why the fuck am I asking you this? I should be able to determine that by myself! Right?"
"Yep, I think you're "fine" today. Don't get close to Bryan Fury. He lost to me so… he must be pretty pissed."
Craig got another weird look from the Korean youth beside him. "I still don't get it. Bryan Fury never did anything to me. He's just there and looks scary. No…… freaky. AH WHATEVER! You know what I mean! It's not like he did something to us, aside maybe stole our money from banks. Thinking about it, how could he steal my money, since it's in another country and I have never lost any debit card?"
"You'll see in a few days, kid."
"Yeah… I wonder why you really want me away from him. The only thing he ever did to me was wink… That's not very dangerous in my opinion." Another pause. "What about your fight?"
"OH SHIT!" The American quickly stood off the bed, grabbing a clean shirt and waited nervously for his lover to grab his burger and some fries, then both men left. "Fighting Kazuya Mishima… then Heihachi. If I kick Kazuya's ass, will it make for kicking Jin's as well?"
"Hmmmm… nah."
"Got it. I'll beat him up anyways."
"Counting on you big guy!" Hwoarang got on his toes to get a kiss from Craig and started to walk away.
"Where ya going, kid?"
"Gonna get a snack."
"You just ate a burger and fries."
"Yeah but I'm still hungry."
"Heh… go ahead. I'll meet you after."
The older man handed him money. "Alright! Thanks! Mmmm… chocolate…"
Craig continued his way down the fighting ring, hoping to at least see Kazuya Mishima before. Instead he was greeted by a silver-haired, young-looking man. He had expected to see a less… effeminate… man, yet he was somewhat still looking manly. He had seen Hwoarang wearing purple before, but the guy in front of him was completely dressed in that color. 'Wouldn't be much surprised if he had a boyfriend too' he noted to himself, mentally figure out who here could be that other guy.
"I'm Lee Chaolan. My brother… couldn't attend the match due to some business with Father... so I'll be his replacement. May the best win, Craig Marduk."
'What a cocky little prick' "Yeah… may the best win."
The fight started like any other. Lee, like Hwoarang, had a definite speed advantage, and even though he looked even more of a girl than the redhead ('that purple outfit looks so... gay... to me anyways'), the other one seemed strong too…
The silver-haired man rushed in front of Craig, launching to consecutive kicks that were blocked; however, his backflip wasn't. He pushed Lee away with a powerful kick and proceeded to bring him by grabbing his legs, banging his head against the floor. Even with that the other male got back on his feet, kicking his way to the taller fighter, who ran toward him, only to be pushed away by a strong knee hit. Lee Chaolan kicked and punched him a few more time until he was struck by an uppercut. And a big one. Craig backed up more, running once again toward him as he got up, finding himself over the Mishima heir. If it had been Hwoarang under him, he would've kissed him… but this was Lee. And Lee was more of an obstacle to his goal, and all obstacles had to be brought down. So he just continued by punching him, an evil smirk on his face.
From where he was sitting, Hwoarang could see the expression on his mate's face and laughed, wondering what Lee thought of that. He saw Craig getting up, leaving the Mishima Karate fighter on the ground. At the audience's surprise, he got up once again, staggering, sending a few more punches at the other martial artist. Craig headbutted Lee, who fell back on the floor. His eyes were still open and from the looks of it, he was determined to win… next round.
Lee Chaolan got up, taunting the Vale Tudo fighter as he waited for round two to begin. Craig Marduk ran to him as expected and was brought down by a pair of legs, then got kicked in the abdomen. Raising up, he jumped and kicked the silver-haired fighter on the head. Lee blocked, only to dive at him just as Craig was going to "Bicycle kick" him… and both men missed their target. The missed moves made the people smile or laugh, but it didn't last for very long. Still weary because of the preceding round, eyes that couldn't focus much more, the Silver Devil was less and less attentive to his surroundings, and the taller man saw that as the key to win this fight. He assaulted the other with a kick in the guts and another headbutt, then he drew his right arm back and unleashed with full force on his opponent.
"Heh… guess even with you being the one who'd inherit of the company, you won't get it…"
Lee addressed him a death glare before wincing in pain and closing his eyes.
"You look and sound so much like my boyfriend." 'SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!'
The silver-haired fighter snickered and took a mental note of that rather… "well-placed" quote. So that explained why Kazuya had came back with the bruises he had… he probably knew too and picked up a fight with the other guy. As the medical techs carried him away, he noticed the red-haired Taek Won Do fighter standing near the exit, smiling. 'Hwoarang, eh?'
It was an indeed very happy Hwoarang that Craig saw once he had pushed all the reporters and journalists who wanted a piece of him. "Man… you win everything! You're doing better me."
"This means you have to practice more, kid."
"I haven't had much chance to practice in the army. The only thing I'm glad I learnt there are rifle manipulations and stealth techs. Anyways… how was the fight?"
"Harder than it looked. The guy's fast AND strong. When he got up after I almost smashed his skull to tidbits…"
The youth stopped walking. "You were scared?"
"Never said I was scared. But I did have a weird feeling… that's Heihachi's older son, right?"
Hwoarang nodded.
"Then I can't wait to see the father…"
"Tomorrow, man. Tomorrow. Hey… tomorrow, you'll become the King of Iron Fist! It'll help your career big time, ne?"
"Not just the career, kid
. If I win, I'll pay your ticket to the US. And maybe I'll let you come and stay home."
"YOU BETTER DO THIS! I've been on the streets for a damn while, it's about time I can settle down and lead a normal life!" The redheaded male childishly pounced Craig, hoping to make him fall. "Damn it… you're made of cement."
"That's what all the muscles are about."
"Yeah well put them to a better use. Like… sex?"
"Addict."
"I know…"
…To be continued…
A/N : Next chapter is the fight versus Heihachi, and the results of the winner! Stay tuned for more!
A/N: Just noticed a major mistake in my fic. If you remember the actual fight setups from chapter 10, Craig was supposed to face Lee Chaloan, and not Bryan (anyways, in the last chapter…). Other fights have gone through and you'll see our "survivors" in this one, which could mean a plothole… sorry for that. I really don't know how to fix it unless I had 2 chapters, and I don't really want to. Maybe I'll just re-re-upload chapter 10…
Chapter 13 : Things that end with the "e" sound
Craig walked in the room once again, food plates in hand. He had no intention of the younger man being hurt ever again (even by getting his own food) and got it for him, and himself at the same time. Hwoarang was sitting on the bed, banging his head up and down at the beat of the dong he was listening to. He turned his head in the American's direction and got up, putting the CD player on the bed and getting his plate. "Thanks! Mmmm… food…"
"I'm not surprised you're hungry. You haven't eaten much since you got beaten up."
"Care to change the subject?"
The raven-haired male chuckled and dug in his food. "Had no idea that they made such good hamburgers."
"Been some time since I ate one actually. I love cheeseburgers with tomatoes… mmmmmm… tomatoes…… Where are the fries by the way?"
"There." The older man pointed to another carton plate, where a bunch of fries rested. "The barbeque sauce is in the- "
Hwoarang smirked. "Is in the box, beside the fries. I know… I saw it when you opened it." He then reached in it to pick some of the fried potatoes and putting them near his burger. "Heh… it's your last fight before Heihachi Mishima… how does it feel? Never got there…"
"Weird feeling. I should face Kazuya Mishima, but for some strange reason, don't know if it'll happen… when I went to the restaurant earlier, some of those armed guys-"
"Tekkenshu."
"Huh… Okay… some of those Tekkenshu guys were running around. I couldn't understand a single word of what they were saying, but I think I heard Jin Kazama's name. Maybe they were searching for him. And with what you filled me in about Jin and Kazuya's pasts, maybe they're after him. The reason? Probably I'll never know."
"Kazama has the Devil Gene in him, just like his father. I really wouldn't be surprised if Heihachi wants to get their power. In that case… we won't see the both of them in the next tournament…"
"So your wish of Jin's death will come true."
The redhead sighed. "I don't want him to die really… I'm just extremely pissed at him for kicking my ass and leaving me, not at the point I want his death. It'd be too cruel… I may say I want to kill him and all, but I'd never do it. Trust me - I know what it's like to lose someone… and I don't wish that to anybody. Not even Kazama." His head lowered and he looked away, arms crossed on his chest.
'Something happened to him… I can tell just by the look on his face'. "A second ago you were eating like there was no tomorrow, and now you just stopped."
"Maybe I should eat more, I know. But I just don't like to talk about death…"
"Sorry kid."
"It's alright… I think………… Anyways, can I go to the match?" Hwoarang paused and raised an eyebrow. "Why the fuck am I asking you this? I should be able to determine that by myself! Right?"
"Yep, I think you're "fine" today. Don't get close to Bryan Fury. He lost to me so… he must be pretty pissed."
Craig got another weird look from the Korean youth beside him. "I still don't get it. Bryan Fury never did anything to me. He's just there and looks scary. No…… freaky. AH WHATEVER! You know what I mean! It's not like he did something to us, aside maybe stole our money from banks. Thinking about it, how could he steal my money, since it's in another country and I have never lost any debit card?"
"You'll see in a few days, kid."
"Yeah… I wonder why you really want me away from him. The only thing he ever did to me was wink… That's not very dangerous in my opinion." Another pause. "What about your fight?"
"OH SHIT!" The American quickly stood off the bed, grabbing a clean shirt and waited nervously for his lover to grab his burger and some fries, then both men left. "Fighting Kazuya Mishima… then Heihachi. If I kick Kazuya's ass, will it make for kicking Jin's as well?"
"Hmmmm… nah."
"Got it. I'll beat him up anyways."
"Counting on you big guy!" Hwoarang got on his toes to get a kiss from Craig and started to walk away.
"Where ya going, kid?"
"Gonna get a snack."
"You just ate a burger and fries."
"Yeah but I'm still hungry."
"Heh… go ahead. I'll meet you after."
The older man handed him money. "Alright! Thanks! Mmmm… chocolate…"
Craig continued his way down the fighting ring, hoping to at least see Kazuya Mishima before. Instead he was greeted by a silver-haired, young-looking man. He had expected to see a less… effeminate… man, yet he was somewhat still looking manly. He had seen Hwoarang wearing purple before, but the guy in front of him was completely dressed in that color. 'Wouldn't be much surprised if he had a boyfriend too' he noted to himself, mentally figure out who here could be that other guy.
"I'm Lee Chaolan. My brother… couldn't attend the match due to some business with Father... so I'll be his replacement. May the best win, Craig Marduk."
'What a cocky little prick' "Yeah… may the best win."
The fight started like any other. Lee, like Hwoarang, had a definite speed advantage, and even though he looked even more of a girl than the redhead ('that purple outfit looks so... gay... to me anyways'), the other one seemed strong too…
The silver-haired man rushed in front of Craig, launching to consecutive kicks that were blocked; however, his backflip wasn't. He pushed Lee away with a powerful kick and proceeded to bring him by grabbing his legs, banging his head against the floor. Even with that the other male got back on his feet, kicking his way to the taller fighter, who ran toward him, only to be pushed away by a strong knee hit. Lee Chaolan kicked and punched him a few more time until he was struck by an uppercut. And a big one. Craig backed up more, running once again toward him as he got up, finding himself over the Mishima heir. If it had been Hwoarang under him, he would've kissed him… but this was Lee. And Lee was more of an obstacle to his goal, and all obstacles had to be brought down. So he just continued by punching him, an evil smirk on his face.
From where he was sitting, Hwoarang could see the expression on his mate's face and laughed, wondering what Lee thought of that. He saw Craig getting up, leaving the Mishima Karate fighter on the ground. At the audience's surprise, he got up once again, staggering, sending a few more punches at the other martial artist. Craig headbutted Lee, who fell back on the floor. His eyes were still open and from the looks of it, he was determined to win… next round.
Lee Chaolan got up, taunting the Vale Tudo fighter as he waited for round two to begin. Craig Marduk ran to him as expected and was brought down by a pair of legs, then got kicked in the abdomen. Raising up, he jumped and kicked the silver-haired fighter on the head. Lee blocked, only to dive at him just as Craig was going to "Bicycle kick" him… and both men missed their target. The missed moves made the people smile or laugh, but it didn't last for very long. Still weary because of the preceding round, eyes that couldn't focus much more, the Silver Devil was less and less attentive to his surroundings, and the taller man saw that as the key to win this fight. He assaulted the other with a kick in the guts and another headbutt, then he drew his right arm back and unleashed with full force on his opponent.
"Heh… guess even with you being the one who'd inherit of the company, you won't get it…"
Lee addressed him a death glare before wincing in pain and closing his eyes.
"You look and sound so much like my boyfriend." 'SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!'
The silver-haired fighter snickered and took a mental note of that rather… "well-placed" quote. So that explained why Kazuya had came back with the bruises he had… he probably knew too and picked up a fight with the other guy. As the medical techs carried him away, he noticed the red-haired Taek Won Do fighter standing near the exit, smiling. 'Hwoarang, eh?'
It was an indeed very happy Hwoarang that Craig saw once he had pushed all the reporters and journalists who wanted a piece of him. "Man… you win everything! You're doing better me."
"This means you have to practice more, kid."
"I haven't had much chance to practice in the army. The only thing I'm glad I learnt there are rifle manipulations and stealth techs. Anyways… how was the fight?"
"Harder than it looked. The guy's fast AND strong. When he got up after I almost smashed his skull to tidbits…"
The youth stopped walking. "You were scared?"
"Never said I was scared. But I did have a weird feeling… that's Heihachi's older son, right?"
Hwoarang nodded.
"Then I can't wait to see the father…"
"Tomorrow, man. Tomorrow. Hey… tomorrow, you'll become the King of Iron Fist! It'll help your career big time, ne?"
"Not just the career, kid
. If I win, I'll pay your ticket to the US. And maybe I'll let you come and stay home."
"YOU BETTER DO THIS! I've been on the streets for a damn while, it's about time I can settle down and lead a normal life!" The redheaded male childishly pounced Craig, hoping to make him fall. "Damn it… you're made of cement."
"That's what all the muscles are about."
"Yeah well put them to a better use. Like… sex?"
"Addict."
"I know…"
…To be continued…
A/N : Next chapter is the fight versus Heihachi, and the results of the winner! Stay tuned for more!