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Author's notes: Ok....I'm a lazy ass so the writing structures bad. . I also can't spell if you find any mistakes. This is my second fic so be nice! REVIEWING IS IMPORTANT IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE!

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Tekken 4- Pay back

Chapter 5

Steve and Hwoarang were eating breakfast in the cafeteria, as they sat next to each other talking about their matches for the day.

Hwoarang laughed as Steve cracked a joke about one of the fighters, "Don't say that, it could be very fashionable!" The Korean replied, playfully shoving him. Steve laughed with Hwoarang "Bollocks!"

As their laughter died down, Hwoarang looked at his empty cup of coffee. "Do you want another one?" Hwoarang asked Steve as he lifted up his cup. "Nah, I'll be fine" Steve said, giving Hwoarang's thigh a little squeeze under the table.

Smiling at Steve, Hwoarang got up to make himself another one. When he made his coffee, he turned around to go back to the table. He cringed as a huge man walked straight into him, causing his coffee to spill onto his shirt.

"Fuuucccck!" Hwoarang cursed as the hot water scalded him

"Oh Shit! Sorry" Craig apologized

"It's fine...." Hwoarang said through gritted teeth, quickly setting the cup down on a nearby table and rushing off to the men's bathroom to wash it off and soothe the burning.

Hwoarang entered the bathroom and stopped as he heard the sound of someone chucking up in one of the cubicles.

"That's it....get it all out" He heard Ling say gently.

Hwoarang's eyes widened as he heard Jin's voice "Something is really, really wrong with me Ling...."

"What happened?" Ling asked sounding kind of scared

"I'm changing....I don't know what to do!" Jin hurried as he started to throw up again.

"What do you mean your changing? What's wrong?"

"Hwoarang?" Hwoarang jumped as he heard his lovers voice. Quickly turning around he pushed Steve aside to exit the room.

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"I was just seeing where you were!" Steve stated firmly, looking at Hwoarang pacing across and room and back.

"I know! But I was just about to hear something important!"

"You were eavesdropping!"

"That doesn't matter! You don't understand!"

"Don't get angry at me! I was only checking to see if you were alright!" Steve yelled, before storming out of the door and slamming it shut. Not planning to see him for the rest of the day.

".....you don't understand"

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Steve spent his day training and fighting. Winning all of his matches, a little bit of the reason why he won was probably because he of the pissed off mood he was in. At the end of the day though he felt exhausted, just wanting to go to his room and collapse on his bed.

On the way to the hostel where all the fighters were staying, Steve stopped when he saw a shadow quickly pass the wall.

"....Hello?" Steve call out, wondering if someone was there or if his mind was playing tricks on him.

"You've done a terrible thing...."

Startled, Steve jumped back as heard a voice breaking the silence. Bumping into something as it wrapped their arms tightly around his chest. Steve looked over his shoulder, turning pale at what he saw.

"What the Fuck!?" Steve screamed, as he started struggling in the monsters grip.

Jin grinned at Steve's pathetic attempt to escape. His blood stained teeth glistening from the street light. Violently shoving him into an alleyway, Steve stumbled back against the wall. Looking into the red eyes of his attacker he started to walk backwards in the opposite direction.

"I remember you.....you were in front of the dojo yesterday..."

"Yes....."

"What the fuck do you want from me?"

"You shouldn't have touched him..."

"Touched who?"

"Enough!"

Jin's movement was fast as he roughly grabbed Steve's arm, pulling him forward and swiftly kicking him hard in the back. Steve fell to his knees crying out as Jin sadistically pulled his arm back, hearing a sickly crack to Jin's delight.

Steve screamed in agony as Jin tackled him down, trying to fight it off, Steve kneed and punched it with his other hand. But it was too strong and had a upper hand.

Jin hit Steve numerous times in the stomach, sides and face.

Steve knew he was going to fall unconscious as the pain shot through him. Wincing when Jin raised his fist up to hit him one last time. Steve closed his eyes but the punch never came, instead he heard another high pitched cry, half sounding human the other demonic.

Rolling off Steve, Jin struggled up to his feet, looking down at Steve before using his black wings to fly away into the darkness.

Steve groaned, not knowing if he could get up. 'What the hell just happened?' He couldn't believe it, it just wasn't real.

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Hwoarang tossed and turned, too worried about Steve to sleep 'He was suppose to be back two hours ago' looking over at the digital alarm clock it read 1:01 AM.

"Shit" Hwoarang hissed, tossing and turning again. Giving up and reaching for the packet of cigarettes on the bed stand.

As he was about to light one up, Steve stumbled into the room. The cigarette fell out of Hwoarang's mouth as he looked at him. He had a concussion, horrible bruises on his stomach and his left arm was obviously broken.

"Steve!"