A/N: Julia and Hwoarang run to Jin's rescue in this chapter. Will it be
another trap? Mostly likely, yes! And thanx for reviews =)
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Julia sneaked down the corridors of Mishima Industrial High, Hwoarang close behind her. Immense worry for Jin's well being was killing her.
Hwoarang nudged her and pointed to a sign written in blood red 'the auditorium' and with an arrow pointing upwards a flight of stairs.
They headed toward the auditorium, which was two storeys up in the school building.
An ominous sense of foreboding flooded Julia, as it had done when she had first walked into one of Ling's traps.
Without realising, she automatically moved closer to Hwoarang as it made her feel safer.
Hwoarang knew that this was a bad idea from the start. That feeling grew worse when they both noticed Jin with his hands tied behind his back, eyes closed in pain.
"Jin!" shouted Julia, immediately rushing over to aid the gagged Japanese youth.
Hwoarang could hear giggling. "Show yourself, Ling," he snarled.
"Spoil sport," she sighed, walking out of the shadows, twirling a black revolver in her hands.
Hwoarang just grinned. Guns did not scare him in the least. His speed could outmatch any of bullets. "Planning to murder someone, Ling?"
"Why, now you mention it, yes I am," she answered sarcastically.
"Very original," he smirked, infuriating the girl no end.
"You'd better shut up if you don't want to be first," eyes hardened, Ling then turned to Julia who was frantically tending to Jin and trying to untie the impossible knots.
"Julia, get out now," Jin barely managed to say.
"Not without you," she helped him to stand.
"You were right about everything," Jin said miserably, blood pouring from his lips, "My grandfather has your mother captive."
Julia stared at him in surprise, but had no time to act on the revelation as Ling smiled at Jin. "Hmmm, now that I think about it - you and Hwoarang really do look alike."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jin growled, casting a curious glance at Hwoarang who was shifting awkwardly.
"Can't you see the resemblance?" she laughed sarcastically, "You're standing face to face with your own brother."
Jin's delicate eyebrows shot up in surprise, yet did not say anything for a few moments, still taken by shock.
"This was not the way I wanted Jin to find out," muttered Julia, glaring daggers at Ling.
"Y-You're lying," Jin finally stammered. "Isn't she, Julia?" he glanced desperately at the girl he loved, knowing she would make all this right and assure him it was just some bad nightmare.
But Julia slowly shook her head sadly at him, confirming Jin's worst fears whilst not bringing herself to meet his gaze.
"But my mother would never have a one night stand with anyone - how could she? I was with her before she was killed; she never saw anyone else in that way," Jin was so confused; his life was making no sense.
"No, Jin, you share the same birth father," said Julia quietly.
Ling smiled with satisfaction at the damage she had caused. She sat down and watched the drama unfold, entirely entertained.
"Kazuya?!" Jin had never even thought of that possibility. He gazed murderously at Hwoarang, "No! I'll never accept that pathetic excuse for a human being as my brother."
"Hey, I wasn't exactly thrilled to learn that I had a pansy for a brother either," spat Hwoarang indignantly.
Jin started to lunge for him, angrily, but was held back by Julia. "Please," she pleaded, "just listen to what he has to say."
Jin calmed down once he heard the misery in Julia's voice. He nodded at Hwoarang, crossing his arms.
This was the hardest thing Hwoarang had ever had to do in his life - admit to his rival that he was related to him by blood.
"A little before the Second Iron Fist Tournament, Kazuya had travelled to Korea for some unknown reason. He met a young Korean woman - on her sixteenth birthday - my mother. Her name was Kora-Lee," Hwoarang hesitated, closing his eyes at the painful memories.
"Master Baek also knew my mother, she was like a daughter to him and would often watch him teach Tae Kwon Do classes, hoping one day she would get to become a great martial artist just like him. Anyway, for the short while she was with Kazuya, they fell in love although they knew it could never work out. He was the son of the wealthy CEO of the Mishima Zaibatsu and she was just an orphaned street kid living with Master Baek. But as he left to go back to Japan, he swore never to forget her. My mother learned a few days after that she was pregnant, with me. She tried to contact Kazuya but he never replied any of her letters. It was probably during this time that he had met Jun Kazama again, thus conceiving you," he gestured to Jin, not meeting his stare.
"My mother fell ill during her pregnancy, she asked Master Baek, that whatever should happen to her, to promise to look after her baby. She said to him, 'My hope of becoming a great martial artist for Korea is over, please teach my child to learn everything I could not.' "
Hwoarang felt tears stinging his eyes, "She died only a few hours after I was born. I never knew my own Mother and my teacher was taken away from me. I am left with nothing."
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A/N: Poor Hwoarang - so that was his secret! I know this isn't really what happened to his mother but for the purpose of this fiction this is how I made it out to be.
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Julia sneaked down the corridors of Mishima Industrial High, Hwoarang close behind her. Immense worry for Jin's well being was killing her.
Hwoarang nudged her and pointed to a sign written in blood red 'the auditorium' and with an arrow pointing upwards a flight of stairs.
They headed toward the auditorium, which was two storeys up in the school building.
An ominous sense of foreboding flooded Julia, as it had done when she had first walked into one of Ling's traps.
Without realising, she automatically moved closer to Hwoarang as it made her feel safer.
Hwoarang knew that this was a bad idea from the start. That feeling grew worse when they both noticed Jin with his hands tied behind his back, eyes closed in pain.
"Jin!" shouted Julia, immediately rushing over to aid the gagged Japanese youth.
Hwoarang could hear giggling. "Show yourself, Ling," he snarled.
"Spoil sport," she sighed, walking out of the shadows, twirling a black revolver in her hands.
Hwoarang just grinned. Guns did not scare him in the least. His speed could outmatch any of bullets. "Planning to murder someone, Ling?"
"Why, now you mention it, yes I am," she answered sarcastically.
"Very original," he smirked, infuriating the girl no end.
"You'd better shut up if you don't want to be first," eyes hardened, Ling then turned to Julia who was frantically tending to Jin and trying to untie the impossible knots.
"Julia, get out now," Jin barely managed to say.
"Not without you," she helped him to stand.
"You were right about everything," Jin said miserably, blood pouring from his lips, "My grandfather has your mother captive."
Julia stared at him in surprise, but had no time to act on the revelation as Ling smiled at Jin. "Hmmm, now that I think about it - you and Hwoarang really do look alike."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jin growled, casting a curious glance at Hwoarang who was shifting awkwardly.
"Can't you see the resemblance?" she laughed sarcastically, "You're standing face to face with your own brother."
Jin's delicate eyebrows shot up in surprise, yet did not say anything for a few moments, still taken by shock.
"This was not the way I wanted Jin to find out," muttered Julia, glaring daggers at Ling.
"Y-You're lying," Jin finally stammered. "Isn't she, Julia?" he glanced desperately at the girl he loved, knowing she would make all this right and assure him it was just some bad nightmare.
But Julia slowly shook her head sadly at him, confirming Jin's worst fears whilst not bringing herself to meet his gaze.
"But my mother would never have a one night stand with anyone - how could she? I was with her before she was killed; she never saw anyone else in that way," Jin was so confused; his life was making no sense.
"No, Jin, you share the same birth father," said Julia quietly.
Ling smiled with satisfaction at the damage she had caused. She sat down and watched the drama unfold, entirely entertained.
"Kazuya?!" Jin had never even thought of that possibility. He gazed murderously at Hwoarang, "No! I'll never accept that pathetic excuse for a human being as my brother."
"Hey, I wasn't exactly thrilled to learn that I had a pansy for a brother either," spat Hwoarang indignantly.
Jin started to lunge for him, angrily, but was held back by Julia. "Please," she pleaded, "just listen to what he has to say."
Jin calmed down once he heard the misery in Julia's voice. He nodded at Hwoarang, crossing his arms.
This was the hardest thing Hwoarang had ever had to do in his life - admit to his rival that he was related to him by blood.
"A little before the Second Iron Fist Tournament, Kazuya had travelled to Korea for some unknown reason. He met a young Korean woman - on her sixteenth birthday - my mother. Her name was Kora-Lee," Hwoarang hesitated, closing his eyes at the painful memories.
"Master Baek also knew my mother, she was like a daughter to him and would often watch him teach Tae Kwon Do classes, hoping one day she would get to become a great martial artist just like him. Anyway, for the short while she was with Kazuya, they fell in love although they knew it could never work out. He was the son of the wealthy CEO of the Mishima Zaibatsu and she was just an orphaned street kid living with Master Baek. But as he left to go back to Japan, he swore never to forget her. My mother learned a few days after that she was pregnant, with me. She tried to contact Kazuya but he never replied any of her letters. It was probably during this time that he had met Jun Kazama again, thus conceiving you," he gestured to Jin, not meeting his stare.
"My mother fell ill during her pregnancy, she asked Master Baek, that whatever should happen to her, to promise to look after her baby. She said to him, 'My hope of becoming a great martial artist for Korea is over, please teach my child to learn everything I could not.' "
Hwoarang felt tears stinging his eyes, "She died only a few hours after I was born. I never knew my own Mother and my teacher was taken away from me. I am left with nothing."
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A/N: Poor Hwoarang - so that was his secret! I know this isn't really what happened to his mother but for the purpose of this fiction this is how I made it out to be.