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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
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By the way this chapter I had huge help from Yaoimaster. Check out his new Evangelion fic. Coming soon…
Tekken 4- Vigil
Chapter 6
Hwoarang watched in terror as the limp body of Steve collapsed on the tatami mats of their hotel room.
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The heart monitor provided an annoying metronome which kept Hwoarang awake by the side of his British lover. It had been three days since Steve had slipped into a coma before his very eyes. The Korean called the emergency ambulance to come and collect them both. It was all just a haze of lights and sound as Hwoarang himself was treated for shock.
Since being allowed to leave the hospital's custody he had not moved from Steve's bedside. Not even for the tournament in which he was disqualified.
There was a knock at the door. Hwoarang lifted his head from his hands and shifted his gaze to the figure entering the room. It was the doctor that had looked after them both the whole time.
"Good news. The test results have come back." The red-headed Asian wasn't in the mood to look at the doctor's smug face, even though he knew that he was only trying to help. "His brain-wave activities are stabilizing and he should be waking up at any time now."
Hwoarang smiled for the first time in at least 72 hours he turned to the sleeping beauty, "Do you hear that Steve? I never doubted you for a second. You always see things right to the very end."
At that the doctor smiled to himself and walked out of the room. He headed over to his secretary's desk to pick up his next patient's information.
As he was walking down the corridor a pair of white Manolo Blahnik shoes confronted the middle-aged doctor. The surgeon looked up at the formal white pants, the thin black belt with a recently polished silver buckle, the plain white business shirt that had the top two buttons undone revealing a magnificently defined chest and an extremely loose black tie around his neck. The muscular arms were carrying a large bouquet of white roses.
The doctor was speechless at first and then realized that this well endowed specimen was searching for his attention, spoken without words. "C-Can I help you Sir?"
"I'm looking for a man named Steve Fox." The man said in a deep monotonous tone. It was so hypnotic that the before it could register in the doctor's mind that it was against the rules to give out patient's information he raised his arm and pointed to the room he had, only seconds ago, exited from.
The Japanese, white-clad man left the doctor processing what he had just seen and done.
The robust man walked to the door and without knocking opened it. The scene that was laid out before him was a calm and peaceful one. The stature of Hwoarang, asleep, with his head resting upon Steve's chest. This was not the reaction that this stranger had.
"That fucking cunt, what the fuck does he think he's doing. Aren't you going to do anything?"
'No don't do this to me now. I didn't want to do this to these people. I care about this individual. Hwoarang.'
" Don't be pathetic. You knew that this was inevitable. Don't you want this to be complete? Finish him. Do it now."
The man dropped the bouquet of roses and clawed at his head, he started screaming.
"STOP IT! JUST GET OUT AND LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Hwoarang sprang awake startled at the sudden noise. "Kazama, what the fuck are you doing here?"
The Korean's face had adopted an expression of surprise and confusion. His eyes followed the defined body as it closed in on him. There was something strange about his old lover's eyes and facial expression. A smirk tugged at the side of Jin's mouth as he looked over the body before him.
Picking up the boquet of flowers he thrusted them at the feet of the motionless Caucasian and advanced on Hwoarang.
Jin placed one hand on the other Asian's shoulder. Snapping his head back Hwoarang angrily pushed Jin's hand away.
At this reaction the red eyed Japanese easily picked up the Korean by the waist pulling him into a tight embrace before shoving him on the second and only vacant bed beside the only other bed where Steve lay.
Hwoarang turned his head with an unreadable expression on his face then hastily started fumbling with the belt on his army pants…
Author's notes: REMEMBER REVIEWING IS IMPORTANT IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE! Special thanks to my bum buddy Yaoimaster who is helping out with the rest of the fic too! .