A/N: Hello people!!!!! I hope not too many of you missed my story.....at least not as much as I did. I won't bore you with my many excuses so without further ado.........

I do not own tekken or any of the characters therein.

Chapter 3

On the way to the car, Jin couldn't help but wonder.

"What happened to your home? If you don't mind my asking." Jin hoped he would confide in him.

'I do mind you nosy bastard'

"What did you say?" The Japanese man couldn't make out what he said.

'Shit.....Did I say that out loud?'

"Why do you care anyway, Kazama?" The redhead questioned while opening the door to the car.

'Why do I care?' Then Jin caught a glimpse of his rival and guilt washed over him. 'Oh yeah. That's why.'

"Look Kazama, just because you kicked my ass while I was drunk doesn't mean you can look at me with such pity in your eyes. I can still kick your ass!" The Korean shouted.

Jin rolled his eyes as his rival babbled on in Korean. It was almost funny- a battered and bruised man bragging about his fighting skills. Jin stifled a laugh at this thought and hoped Hwoarang didn't hear his inward laughter.

"Maybe if I knew what the problem was-"

"What? You could help me? We are rivals Kazama! And according to you, I slept with your fiancée. If anything you should be cursing me not helping me."

The truth was, aside from feeling guilty, Jin felt so alone- he couldn't tell the least sensitive guy in the world his true feelings, so guilt would have to do for now. They pulled up to Jin's apartment building only to find a teary-eyed Chinese girl waiting out side.

"What the hell are you doing here? I thought I asked you to leave." Jin growled.

"I'm sorry Jin. I don't know what came over me.....I felt so neglected......." Xiaou tried to explain why she had been unfaithful to Jin but the more she kept talking the ridiculous she sounded.

"Please leave me alone." Was the solemn reply

Hwoarang watched in disbelief as Xiaou begged and pleaded for Jin to take her back. 'Am I really the cause of all this?' For the first time in his life Hwoarang felt remorse for something he doesn't remember doing.

It took Jin almost all of his strength to hold in his tears. He couldn't let them see how much they hurt him. He walked past Xiaou who sat on the ground crying hysterically. On the way up to Jin's apartment, both men were quiet- Hwoarang, believe it or not, was trying to think of an apology, while Jin was concentrating on keeping himself together.

Once inside the apartment Jin began to order food although he wasn't hungry.

"Hey Hwoarang! Do you want pizza?" He shouted to the man in the shower.

"Sure! With pepperoni!" Was the reply. Jin made the order and his rival came out of the shower wearing a towel. Hwoarang felt he should tell Jin what happened but didn't know how. He just decided to spit it all out.

"Me and my gang stole some money from this new gang a couple days ago. I figured they were harmless and nothing would come of it, but these guys are a bunch of crazy bastards! I woke up yesterday morning to a room full of smoke and firefighters busting down the door to my apartment. I'm sure those motherfuckers are responsible for burning my place. I'll soon find that out. Anyway, I ended up bar-hopping alone all day and night, which would probably explain my short-term amnesia. I'm sorry about that Jin." Hwoarang had been too focused on his own words to notice Jin's quiet sobs. He buried his face in his hands and let go of what pride he ever had.

Hwoarang didn't know what to do. 'Should I comfort him or leave him alone?' then he awkwardly began to pat his rival on the shoulder hoping it would help. The raiven haired boy looked up at Hwoarang with confused eyes and saw concern on the Korean's face. He then broke down completely burying his face into the red head's neck. Hwoarang hugged his once enemy and told him everything would be okay.

Then his towel fell to his ankles.

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