Fine Line Between Hate and Love- chtp 2

Leaning against the door frame, Steve watched me as I finished packing my bags.

"Have ya got everything?"

"Yeah... I'm pretty sure I do" I reply, picking up the final bag and placing it with the rest of the luggage. I felt powerful arms wrap around my waist as he drew me closer to him.

"Pretty exciting aye?..."

"...Hmm"

"Is something wrong? Ya don't seem very enthusiastic bout it" He asked, squeezing me a little. I put one hand over his and stroked it with my thumb reassuringly.

"I'm just thinking"

"Bout ya ex?" It wasn't so much a question but a realization.

"I'm fine" I knew he didn't want to hear it. Pushing up the sleeve of my black jacket, I looked at my watch.

"The cab should be here soon. We better start moving out"

"Yep"

I picked up as many bags as I could before walking out of my apartment and into the elevator. I set them down so I could hold the door open for Steve while he locked the door and quickly joined me with the rest of the bags. I pressed the ground button and we stood in silence. I felt him staring at me the entire time,

"What?" I asked, feeling a bit paranoid as the grinning boxer moved closer to me.

"Twenty two floors, whaddaya say?" He asked pressing his body against mine with a challenging glint in his blue eyes.

"No you kinky bastard!" I couldn't help the grin that crossed my lips as I spoke.

Growling, Steve bit my neck playfully.

"Ya didn't say no that time we were on the train to Yokohama, remember?...You were against the wall...like this" He whispered in my ear seductively. Pinning me up in the same position as we were on the train.

"...Steve...no-nhhmm..." I couldn't finish my protest as I felt him gently start to suck and nip on my neck just below my left ear. I had to gather all my decreasing strength to push him away from me,

"No Steve, there's no time"

"Whot bout the taxi?"

"What? No!" I said, he was starting to make me laugh now.

"Come on, we'll just pay him extra yeah?"

"I said no Steve!"

"...the plane?"

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It took us about an hour and a half to get to the airport, not only that but Steve was pouting at me the whole way there. The place was crowded, we had to squeeze our way past so many people before we could even get our luggage cleared. We were so close to missing the plane that I nearly had a heart attack but after all the havoc of the situation we finally made it.

I sat down sighing, not only could I relax now but I also had the window seat.

"Blimey that was hectic"

"You're telling me"

"Ya lucky I love ya so much that I'd let ya sit there...God these chair are uncomfortable" I watched Steve fidget with the arm chair, trying to ajust it with an irritated look on his face.

"Just don't burst my bubble" I said, smiling contently as I rested my hands behind my head.

"Whot's that suppose to mean?" He questioned, stopping to look at me.

"I mean stop whining like a banshee and just relax, it's not going to be any different once we get to the temple"

"Easy for you to say princess"

I laughed softly, grabbing the headphones between our chairs.

"I don't want to hear another word out come out of your mouth Fox"

Placing the headphones over his ears, I turned on the radio and rested my head back into the cushy seat. He didn't object, he knew I was just playing around it was funny how Steve had this effect on me. I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes listening to the faint sound of music and feeling Steve's hand on top of mine.

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Once we were on the ground we caught another taxi to Hiroshi's bus depo. The directions were in the documents given to us after our try outs. We got onto buses that were specifically for the tournament and were driven through unknown landscape until it stopped at its destination. Lucky for me Hwoarang wasn't on the bus I took, if he was I didn't see him, he probably would have been sitting in the back seats not that I was looking for him. As we got closer to the temple my nerves started to kick in. It wasn't because of the fighting, but the realization that it was inevitable that I'd see him.

The other knock down was that we were shown to individual rooms, the temple was huge and there were no elevators or vending machines. It was tradional Japanese layout, sliding doors, tokonoma's, futons and kotatsu tables. There were some modern things too. Mostly for the foreigners, I was just glad I wasn't on the twelfth floor. I lost Steve too... dammit...

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"Here we are Mr. Fox, dinner will be in twenty-five minutes. Your room is on the twelfth floor number 109."

"...Ahhhh...okaaaay...thanks" Steve looked up the flight of stairs doubt founded. Where are the bloody elevators? Does she mean to tell me I have to walk up those?

"Will you need help carrying those sir?" The sophisticated looking woman questioned, reading the Brits facial expression.

"...No, I'll be fine" He said, not wanting to be a hassle, not wanting to look weak either. Flashing the girl a charming smile Steve picked up his bags and started the long walk up the stairs.

Four hundred and forty-seven, four hundred and forty-eight

"Move it!"

Steve was pushed against the railing as a rowdy redhead shoved past him. Steve nearly losing his luggage,

"Oi!" Steve shouted out, gritting his teeth

The redhead stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder with a glare.

"Watch what ya doin' mate" Steve was infuriated as the redhead just laughed and continued jogging up.

What the hell... What a rude bastard, I'd sure like to smack him one

I looked at my watch again. I should start heading for the dinning hall and find Steve. Pulling the hood of my jacket over my eyes I exited my room and made my way down stairs.

Walking through the doors of the hall I scanned the large room. Where is he? I froze...

"JINNNNNN! HEY KAZAMA! OVER HEREEEE!"

...Oh shit, the whole room fell silent as people turned their gaze over to me. Horrified I quickly looked down at my shoes and cautiously walked over to the Chinese girl with her hands clasped to her mouth. "I'm sorry Jinny"

I kept my eyes onto the table "Are you trying to get me killed?" I asked sitting down.

"No! I-" Ling was interrupted as one of the spokes people took up the microphone from the stage.

"Hello everyone and welcome to Mishima Temple were you'll be staying for the next two months. Holding the Iron Fist's fourth tournament in these very grounds. If you look to my right you'll see the rosters for tomorrow's events. They'll be here all night so please don't rush. For tonight, the meal will be teriyaki chicken. The waiters are coming shortly, I hope you all enjoy. Thank you"

"Jin I-" The Chinese girl was interrupted once more.

"I have to get out of here" Jin abruptly ran out of the dinning hall and outside the temple.

He's here Kazama… I can feel him…

"Leave me alone! You're never going to be whole! Never!" Jin uttered angrily.

Kazuya…

Jin eyes tightly closed, the demonic voices in his head had spoken to him since the third tournament but they never used to be this bad.

"Urusai! Urusai! Urusai!" Jin fell to his knees, all he could hear was a thousand voices over each other, laughing at him. Jin was holding his head so hard his temples started to hurt.

The voices stopped.

"Jin? Are you ok?"

I didn't need to look up at the boxer squatted beside me, his hand on my back.

"Jin… whot's wrong, why are you all the way out here?" Steve asked worryingly

I opened my eyes and stood, looking back at the temple. I didn't realize I ran this far out here. "…Nothing…Ling, she yelled out my name. I had to get some fresh air"

"It's alright everything's normal in there, lets go back aye?"

I nodded. What am I going to do?

Authors notes: Wow I updated. hurray

p.s urusai means shut up -o-O; thanks yaoimaster