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Bonds of love

Julia and Hwoarang both stepped out of Hwoarang's car. My mom must pay him a lot, she realized. Hwoarang drove a sleek new Red 2005 XK Ferrari that he had brought with them from America. Together they walked towards the Mishima Mansion. The gate opened for them, and they headed inside. Last night Hwoarang had booked job interviews with Mr. Mishima, and Julia cringed at the thought of working for the man who her mother described as a pompous, arrogant ass. Julia shivered when she saw the mansion, and Hwoarang took her hand for comfort. The mansion was large and very ornate, but it felt evil, as if many bad things had happened there.

Hwoarang swung the door open, and a maid walked up to them. "Hello," Julia greeted, "could you lead us to Mr. Mishima's office?" The maid nodded and turned to lead them to Mr. Mishima's office, but Julia noticed the way she looked at her Hwoarang. To make conversation and to tick the maid off Julia said, "my boyfriend and I are here to do a interview with Mr. Mishima." The nurse literally steamed with anger and replied, "I hope you do well. Here is Mr. Mishima's office." The maid angrily stomped away, and Hwoarang joked, "who's your boyfriend Jules?" Julia smartly replied, "he's a tall hot looking Korean redhead, but unfortunately he's in need of a brain transplant, and they don't have any spare ones for him to use. He's so stupid, but it's really sad." Hwoarang laughed and exclaimed, "but at least I have the looks!" Julia turned and said, "who said I was talking about you?" Before Hwoarang could come up with a smart response to that Julia opened the door. They saw Heihachi sitting behind his desk filing papers. What odd hair, Julia thought.

"Ah, I see you've made it. I've been looking through your resumes, very impressive. Come in. Pull up a chair. Julia did as he said and soon Mr. Mishima had started asking questions. "I already know you two are talented fighters since you managed to harm my other employees, but what about other skills? Do you speak any foreign languages?" "Hwoarang and I both speak fluent Chinese, Korean, and English. I also speak a bit of Spanish and French, but not enough to be considered fluent," Julia replied. Leaning closer to them Heihachi asked, "why do you two want these jobs?" Julia was about to answer, but Hwoarang had already began to explain. "We want revenge on our old boss, and what better way to get it than working for her arch nemeses?" Heihachi examined them closely, but neither one of them showed any signs of deceit. "Very well. You start today, thank you for your time." Julia was about to get up and leave, but Heihachi held them back. "Your rooms will be upstairs. Just ask Ling Xiaoyu, if she'll talk to you, where they are. They're right to the left of her room." With that he went back to his paper work, and Julia and Hwoarang left the office. Ling's a Chinese name. Would someone really come all the way here for a job? Then again, Hwoarang's Korean. "So, shall we find Ms. Ling?" Julia nodded, and they headed off in search of the girl.

Ling sighed. It had been a week since her last mission and while her ankle still gave an occasional twinge of pain, it was mostly all right. Jin had forced her to stop training after she had collapsed from a single kick when they fought. It was a hard kick, Ling thought angrily, wanting to go back to training. Instead of that though, she was forced to take some lame rest period while Jin was improving his skills at a rapid pace. Bored, Ling thought about the fight against Hwoarang and what had happened to Jin. What was that thing that possessed him? How can we insure it never happens again? This is so scary...What was wrong with Jin to make him act that way? Is there something he's not telling me?

Someone tapping her on the shoulder instantly dispersed Ling's thoughts. Behind her stood a girl, and she was probably 18 or 19, only a few years older than Ling herself. Her brown hair was parted down the center and put into two long braids, and she was wearing a regular outfit with some old west Cowboy boots. Her pretty brown eyes hinted at intelligence and she seemed to be a nice person. Behind her stood a redheaded man with short spiky hair. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt that showed off his muscles and a pair of baggy camouflage army pants. Ling got ready to fight, recognizing the man as Hwoarang and the woman as the girl he was with. Julia laughed and held out her hand. "Hi, my name is Julia. I see you remember me from the other night. We've been hired by Heihachi to work with you guys. From now on we're on your side." Ling hid her sigh of relief and took Julia's hand. She replied, "Hi, my name is Ling Xiaoyu." They let go of each other's hands and Hwoarang asked, "could you show us to our rooms. Heihachi said that they were just to the left of yours?" Ling nodded, and the three of them headed up to the mansion.

"Here you go," Ling opened the door to Julia's room, and pointed to the room straight across stating, "I think that's your room Hwoarang." Julia smiled her thanks and headed inside. Hwoarang just nodded. Once they were inside, Ling decided to sneak back to the dojo and get some training. On her way down the stairs, Ling wasn't looking at the direction she was heading and ran into someone. She felt firm muscles against her cheek, and muscular arms pulled her away from him. She stared into the handsome face of Jin who was frowning in what seemed to be slightly amused irritation. "Were you trying to get past me to sneak out and train?" He lifted one of his eyebrows in skepticism, and Ling knew she had been caught. She folded her arms against her chest, and used the fact that she had one step to add to her height, she glared at him with all the ferocity she could muster. Apparently it wasn't much, because Jin burst up laughing. "You look as ferocious as a bunny rabbit!" Ling rolled her eyes and tried t use his distraction to his advantage by slipping past him, but Heihachi was awaiting her at the bottom of the stairs. "Hello young lady. I have a new mission for all of you. Get the others and meet me down in the office. Ling grudgingly obliged, and she ventured back upstairs to find Julia and Hwoarang. Soon both of them were trailing after her, and they quietly headed to Hwoarang's office. Inside he greeted them and went straight to business.

"Sorry to inform you on such short notice," he began, "but one of my informants has brought something very important to light. My main competitor has come to town, and he has some information that would not be good if it was handed out to the public. Tonight you are to sneak in and destroy the DVD that carries the information. Here are your supplies." He handed each of them a box, and Ling gaped in shock at what was inside. There was a handgun, a long dagger for hand to hand combat, and a small earpiece for communication. Ling looked around. Julia didn't look shocked, but her hands shook as she lifted the gun from the box. Hwoarang was expertly testing the gun out, and Jin was looking at it as if it was a disgusting tool. "The rest of the day will be spent getting prepared for the mission. Inside the box are special outfits as well as the map of the compound and the place where the DVD will be hidden. The combination is as follows, 10-29-56. Don't forget it. Be here at 8:30, ready to go." Ling nodded as her mind shakily remembered the combination. Suddenly Julia spoke up. "Sir, do expect us to kill anyone with these things." Heihachi grinned evilly and replied "only if necessary."

Ling left Heihachi's office feeling sick, and Julia looked almost as bad. Jin seemed to be coping well, and Hwoarang showed no expression. The gun was tucked securely in his pocket, which acted almost as a holster. Ling stepped into her room and shut the door before breaking down. She collapsed to the floor with her head in her hands, and she heard the box land on the floor somewhere near her, along with a deadly mechanism that's purpose was to steal lives. Rocking back and forth, she tried to calm down. What am I going to do? Can I kill a person? No, I don't think so. I'd rather give up my life than take another...but would I do it to save others? What about Jin? Would I kill someone to save him? Would I kill another to save my family? Ling was tormented by images of people's bodies, dead. And each time she was the one holding the gun. She was the one who ended their lives, like a scissors to thread in a single snip, or in this case a single shot into the head or heart. I single tear slid down her face as she realized she didn't know the answer to the last few questions. And uncertainty was the difference between life and death. Slowly the one tear turned into two, then three, and soon an entire river was flowing down her face as Ling wept herself into the deep ravine of despair.

Julia stared at the gun in her hand. Questions and fears crept into her mind, a deadly virus that attacked even the strongest. Her hands shook as she quoted to herself, "the only thing I have to fear is fear itself." She heard weeping from the one of the rooms next to hers, and she knew one of their member had given in, given up. Face pale, she removed the outfit she was to wear from the box. She slipped into it, hating how it was skin tight, and that it was all black. I feel like an angel of death. Quivering hands slid the sheathed dagger into the special place on the suit, as well as the gun. Julia took a deep breath and slid on the ski mask like helmet, careful to pull her hair up and out of view. She stepped outside into the hall and saw Hwoarang coming out too. His outfit was slightly more modest, but fundamentally the same. He was trying to look calm, but Julia could tell that even he was internally as wrecked as she was. She walked up to him and slid her hand through his. This simple sign of comfort reassured both of them that no matter what happened, they were there for each other.

Julia weakly smiled at him and slowly moved towards him. Leaning up, her lips met his. The kiss wasn't aggressive, as one would expect from Hwoarang, but gentle and caring. They shared their fears and uncertainty, and breaking apart they felt much better. Together they headed down the stairs to face this mission.

Jin stood outside Ling's door, listening to her tears. Slowly, he opened the door and walked in. She was rocking back and forth, land she looked like a China doll, fragile enough that the slightest touch might shatter her. He gently leaned into her and brushed away her tears with the back of his thumbs, cupping her face with his large hands. She wasn't dressed in the outfit she needed to wear, and the supplies were strewn across the floor. She glanced at him, and every fear and hidden emotion was shared. They understood each other without words. Ling got up and motioned for Jin to leave the room. He waited, and in a few minutes, she came out in her outfit.

"I guess it's time to go," she said. Jin just nodded and kissed her on the forehead. They walked down the stairs ready for anything that would dare test them.

The drive was silent, and as Ling looked around, she could see everyone else was as nervous as she was. The end of the drive was a relief from the depressing atmosphere and Ling hurriedly scurried out of the limousine. Heihachi accompanied them and as one last warning he spoke. "This complex isn't too heavily guarded, but there is one person I know that you should avoid at all costs. I don't know what his name is, but he is said to have the glaring red eyes of the devil. He's undefeated, and I want you too avoid him at all costs. Remember to use your communicators to stay in touch. Good luck."

The four of them grimly pulled out their maps. Heihachi had pulled in a block away so that he wouldn't be seen. They followed the map in silence, leading them to the complex. Suddenly Julia halted them. "We should come up with a plan of attack. There are five different halls that lead to the safe. All of us going down one of them would be stupid since we could be easily ambushed. The middle hall will probably be the most watched since it'd the shortest route. The middle hall also has a large widow that faces the center right hall, so whoever takes that one will have to be small and speedy. The center left is the longest and it has the most security cameras, so the person who goes down that route will have to know technology. The outside halls will be the second most heavily guarded, so the two strongest fighters will take that route. Jin, you go down the hall to the far right since you're probably very strong to stand up o Hwoarang. Hwoarang you go down the far left. Ling I know that you're speedy and you're the shortest, so you go down the center right hall, and I'll take the center left since I know how to remove the security cameras. If anyone needs help, they call the others. Whoever gets there first and destroys the tape will tell us so that we can head back. Got it?" Everybody nodded, and they quietly crept into the building through a window carelessly left open.

Ling watched her teammates go down the other halls, and she headed down her own. The hallway was dark and dreary, and Ling edged along the wall silently. So far there weren't any guards or traps, but Ling didn't let her guard down. She saw the window Julia had told her about, and in the other hallway she could see the other guards stationed. She kept out of sight, but struggled not to make a sound when she saw the strangest man. He was tall, about Jin's height, and he had the same spiky hair. In fact he could have easily passed for Jin if it weren't for his blood red eyes and security outfit. He turned in her direction and she ducked under the window, pressing herself into the wall. There was a ledge right above her head, so unless he could lean through the plexi-glass window to look down, he couldn't see her. Even so she held her breath, not making a sound for fear she would be caught. She edged along wall below the window before coming to the edge of both the window and the ledge. This was bad. Because of the ledge she had no way to know if he was still there or not, and if he was still watching her and she moved, with out the ledge to guard her from sight, she was in sight of him. Over the ear-piece she heard Julia. "Everyone, be careful. I've just heard one of the guards, they're currently running a search of the entire place. I've already had to knock seven people out, and I think that they've began to notice the missing people." Ling gulped. It looked like she was trapped between a rock and a hard place. Then Julia screamed and her intercom went dead. "Julia," Ling whispered. "Julia, Julia, Julia!" Over the intercom she could hear Hwoarang yelling the same thing while Jin muttered curses under his breath. Suddenly, she heard a gunshot, and with a grunt of pain from him, Jin's signal went dead. "Jin!" she cried out. "Shh... Keep your voice down," Hwoarang warned. "Just because their lines went dead doesn't mean that they're hurt or anything." However, Ling started to panic, and it only intensified when she heard Hwoarang's signal die after a loud string of swearing from him. All that was left was a buzzing static.

Then she heard footsteps coming down the hall. The guards were coming. Tears filled her eyes as her adrenaline took over. Faster than she thought possible, Ling took off from her hiding place and sprinted down the hall. Her steps noisily echoed on the linoleum floor and her ankle protested the rough treatment, but at the moment she didn't care. Her mind somewhat processed the footsteps behind her going into a sprint, but she was running much faster than them, and their footsteps were already fading away. She came to the place where all the hallways met the safe room, and she saw the safe in the back right-hand corner. Julia lay unconscious on the floor, and Ling almost slowed her desperate pace. Then she remembered that Jin and Hwoarang were also in similar conditions and she kept her pace. She stopped her crazy sprint right before the safe door. Desperately she opened the safe and inside lay the DVD. She grabbed it and unsheathed her dagger. Stabbing like mad she quickly reduced the DVD to a pile of data. Worried that they might still be able to fix it she grabbed some of the pile and slipped it into the sheath of her dagger.

Ling hurried over to Julia, and cried, "wake up! Wake up! I destroyed it! Let's leave already!" Julia opened her eyes and whispered something incomprehensible. "What?" Ling asked, clearly confused. "Leave now, I-I-It's a trap." With that she passed out again. Ling dragged Julia up from the floor and wrapped an arm around her waist to support her. Dragging the taller girl, she headed towards the far right hallway where she knew Jin was. Julia was too far gone to understand or protest her decision, and Ling kept thinking, Jin, please be all right! Please! Her heroic thoughts were ruined when Hwoarang joined her in the safe room. He was bleeding profusely from his head, but he seemed to be doing fine. "Yo," he greeted, before hauling Julia off of her and carrying her himself. The injured trio headed towards Jin's hallway, but they were stopped by a figure. Jin stood there, clutching a severely bleeding arm. "Jin!" Ling exclaimed, and rushed over to him. He smiled weakly at her and replied, "let's get out of this place." They all had started back when a new figure emerged from the shadows. He looked up to reveal startling red eyes, and setting his eyes upon Jin he smirked. "Miss me son?" Jin growled "Father." Father! Ling thought dismayed. Then she remembered. It was when she had first come here.

"I'm just like you!" he replied to her, and she could hear his voice getting louder with every syllable. "Five years ago, my good for nothing father left my mother and I. Heihachi, whose my grandfather, took advantage of that and kidnapped my mother, faking her death. Without any other family, I was forced under his custody! If I don't do what he orders me to do, then he'll kill my mother! So yes I do know what you're going through, and no I can't take you back to China!"

Oh my god! What's happening? "You guys go ahead. I have some business to tae care of." Ling looked at him shocked. "No!" she replied. "I'm not going to let you stay here and kill yourself! You're hurt, come with us!" She motioned to herself Hwoarang and Julia. Jin shook his head and told her, "this man is the cause of my pain, and my mother's captivity. I can't just leave that alone." "Then let me stay with you!" Ling interrupted angrily. "No," she pleaded, "I don't want to." Jin firmly shook his head and told her, "you can't stay here with me. Go now!"

Ling lowered her head and tears streamed down her face. Angrily she turned to Hwoarang and they took off back along the hallway. "You know if that was Julia, I wouldn't have said no," Hwoarang started. "He told me he didn't want me there," Ling rebutted. "No he didn't," Hwoarang argued. "He said you couldn't be there, not that he didn't want you to be there, and personally I don't see any physical boundaries stopping you so..." Ling sprinted back up the hallway shouting back "thanks!" Hwoarang shook his head. "Kids," he murmured, carrying Julia to safety.

Jin looked around. His father, Kazuya was grinning ear to ear. That arrogant ass, Jin thought. Then again, he was tired, and he couldn't use his right arm. His father had every right to be grinning. Suddenly an image came to his mind. It was his mother, crying over the man who left them. More images. His mother teaching him martial arts. His mother smiling at his birthday. His mother being captured by Heihachi. Anger and pain, bottled up for five years swelled up inside of him, and he charged at Kazuya. Kazuya easily dodged him, smirking, and Jin felt a sharp pain in his skull. In his tired state he hadn't even seen the punch coming! Getting reoriented he was ready for the next punch and dodged it. His father's punches came quickly and powerfully, and without his right arm, Jin couldn't do much. His father kicked him in the side to end the pitiful game of cat and mouse. He picked up a gun and said, "now, now, are we ready to die yet?" Not waiting for a reply he clicked off the safety. Jin watched the gun. He refused to die scared, with his eyes closed. He heard the shot and also heard a scream. He watched, in slow motion, the bullet whiz past his left ear, barely missing him. Looking up from the bullet, his eyes saw the gun on the ground. Looking further up, he saw his father, getting up from the ground. He looked furious. Then Jin's eyes caught the cause the cause of his anger. Ling was rushing over to him. "Jin, are you OK? We have to get you out of here!" She knocked the gun from his hand-! Was all Jin's mind could understand.

Ling pulled him up, but his father immediately tackled her to the ground. Jin watched the struggle with extreme anger. Ling was dodging fairly well, but every strike she hit barely effected his father and every strike she took was wearing her down fast. His vision flashed red as he watched his father hurt her. His nails grew longer, forming deadly claws, and he felt the wound in his arm heal, becoming better than before. Black wings swiftly emerged from his back, along with numerous markings and tattoos. Only one thing flashed in his mind, revenge, and he'd be damned if he didn't get it. That was the last sane thought he had before he charged at his father.

OK, what do you think? Please R&R!

Also I was online and I just realized there is an amazing shortage of good quality Xiaojin and HwoarangJulia fics. The ones that are out there are fantastic, but I wish there were more! So if you're reading this please write a Xiaojin or HwoarangJulia fic., or both! FF net really needs more!

Thank you. Till next chapter

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