Disclaimer: I don't own these Tekken characters people! . Namco does.

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!

Tekken 4- The End

Chapter 10

Steve walked outside, furious at what had just happened. He hadn't gone five steps in the full moonlit night when lightning cracked and a downpour started.

The blonde haired bishonen looked to the moon, half hidden behind dark storm clouds. There was something there, it was coming closer and closer. Steve blinked to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him and the 'thing' was gone.

A nearby tree rustled harder than the storms wind. Something wasn't right. The rain had drenched Steve's hair so that it hung over his face, he poked his pierced tongue out to taste the salty water.

Unexpected, a shadow swooped down on him. Massive talons dug into his shoulders and chest leaving punctures. Steve gasped sharply at the sudden attack, feeling the soaring pain shoot through his body. He started to panic as he looked up to see the demon like creature lifting him higher into the air, his vision blurry as the rain hit his face.

Devil Jin dropped him from the height of a three storey building. Steve landed on his healing arm and it shattered on impact with fragments of bone. He let out an excruciatingly painful scream before he blacked out.

Steve was a child playing in a local stream. There were people there. His mother and father? He didn't know, they were all hazy and didn't sound right.

Older now, about 13, a speeding bike, a driver with wild hair and a traffic barrier. Blood, darkness and pain.

14 years old. Huge scar on his arm and he can't remember how it happened. Other teenagers are teasing him for being scrawny and how they thought he got the scar by trying to be superman and jumping of a roof.

15 years old. Foster father makes him take boxing lessons. His teacher is Phil Parkinson. The coloured blonde hair and rough facial features leaning towards him for a surprisingly soft kiss.

17 years old. The word and Steve is out. The homophobic chanting ringing in his ears. "Steve Fox sucks cocks."

20 years old. Becomes the world boxer champion

22 years old. Meets a rude red-headed Korean at an airport.

…Hwoarang… Hwoarang…Hwoarang…Hwoarang…

"I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you…"

Hwoarang…

"Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?"

…Hwoarang… Hwoarang… Hwoarang…

"HWOARANG!!!!!!!"

Steve's voice sounded fearful as he jolted awake. His arm was killing him. Hwoarang was shouting and fighting off the Devil Jin driving it backed into the shadows. He ran over to Steve who was bleeding everywhere.

"Steve..." Hwoarang approached him, tears streaming down his cheeks mixing in with the rain. He bent down and held Steve close to him.

"Hwoarang------ do you-----?" Steve tried to speak but the blood in his lungs was cascading over his chin.

"Shhhhh. Yes, I do. I love you Steve. And I always will."

Steve started shaking uncontrollably as he breathed out his last words: "I will always love you." The light went out in his eyes…

"Steve, don't leave me… Steve? Please... Don't go." Hwoarang whispered in a barely audible voice.

In the rain Hwoarang cradled the lifeless body in his arms, never wanting to let go.

"….I'm sorry"