Clashing Destinies
Chapter 2
By: Aireonna (a.k.a. Candice Willman)
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Disclaimer: I do not own and never will own Tekken or any of the official characters but a girl can dream can't she? *droolz*
A/N: I would like to thank everyone again who kindly reviewed. I'm so happy that everyone seems to enjoy this fic.I didn't think that anyone was really going to like it, but then I got everyone's reviews.and I wanted to cry! Thank you all so much! I know it has taken me awhile, and for that I am sorry for. But here is the next chapter that you have all been waiting for! So go read, enjoy!! ^_^
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Hwoarang threw another punch at the innocent punching bag, which sent it hurling into the wall. Gripping his gloves tighter, he turned abruptly to his fellow soldier.
"There.I'm done for the day. You can have your way with it now." With that, he turned roughly and exited the gym room.
The soldier blinked a few times, before turning towards the hole in the wall and dropped his head.
"That guy and his anger.Eesh."
*****
Turning the corner swiftly, Hwoarang exited the camp grounds with one look back. Saluting a respectful salute, he turned and walked away. Sighing to himself he hopped into his vehicle and drove off.
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Falling back against the cold damp wall, Jin tried to fight the demon. It seemed to be surfacing more and more each day. But why?
Looking to his side, he closed his eyes at the memories of Ling. Her scent still lingered on his clothing, her taste on his lips. She had her own unique taste.Shaking his head as another streak of pain waved through every muscle in his body; he threw his head back against the wall. Why did it have to be like this?
Grasping a hold of the last inch of strength he could muster, Jin quickly turned and ran towards the nearest shelter he could find. Running along the dark streets, he growled as the pain became clearer and thunder shot across the sky like drums in a band.
Finally, reaching a small hotel, he ran across the street stopping quickly as a car almost hit him. The bright lights bore into his eyes causing him to hiss. His eyes widened as he noticed it was his earlier attacker.
"Hwoarang." He whispered in anger. Pulling his hood down slightly so he couldn't see him in the dark, he ran into a room without bothering to check in. Opening the door with ease, he threw the door closed just as rain began to pour from the sky. Leaning back against the wall, he sighed inwardly and slid down the wall to the floor. Throwing his head back, he gripped his chest in pain as the demon continued to fight for control.
"Ling.Help me." His voice was just above a whisper and rough. Lightning shot across the sky as it continued to pour, lighting up the small hotel room. Glancing around he noticed there was a small bed, not to comfy looking. He could hear people in the next room shouting in Japanese. Closing his eyes, he agreed to sleep as the demon settled with him.
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Julia sighed once more as the loud music illuminated out from the speakers of the large stereo that sat on Ling's dresser. Rubbing her temples as the shower turned on, she closed her eyes.
"So then.Jin?!" She yelled towards the young Chinese girl that stood naked in the shower.
Tears streamed down Ling's face as she continued to scrub at her ivory skin.
"Yes." Her voice betrayed her. Full of pain and hurt, and just above a whisper.
Julia nodded and left the girl to her shower, closing the door behind her. Falling backwards onto Ling's large bed, Julia cringed as sleep fought to take over.
The dreams had become more frequent. But what did they mean? Ling was right; they had taken place in a desert. But why would some one from the desert..Shooting upright in the bed, Julia gasped.
"That's it! The desert.Indians live there.My family." She yelled triumphal into the emptiness of the room.
Peeking her head out of the shower, Ling blinked back the tears and stared at Julia.
"What about your family? I thought you said you had no family." Covering her mouth quickly as the words were spoken she bowed her head in forgiveness.
Nodding her head in response, Julia sighed at her words. It was true, she had no family. Michelle had adopted her and had been killed in the 2nd Tournament. That didn't mean she didn't have family some where else. Some where out there. Alive.
"Your right, I did say I had no family.But that doesn't mean I'm right. I was adopted remember Ling."
Nodding her head, water dripped over the bath tub and onto the floor.
"Then your real family could still be out there." Ling replied, stepping out of the shower and grabbing onto a towel. Wrapping it around her slender form, she laughed as she slid on the water that laid on the floor.
Julia rolled her eyes at her immaturity and shook her head, "No, my real family was Michelle. And she's gone. Real family doesn't dessert each other." Turning, she quickly exited the room, closing the door behind her, leaving the girl to dress.
Ling blinked a few times confused. How could she have offended her? She was just speaking the truth. Drying off quickly, she threw the towel off and dressed. Her mind still wandered on the events from earlier. Breathing in, she could still smell his scent. Taste his lips on hers and feel his strong grasp.
"Jin." Falling to the ground as the tears began to fall once more, she hugged her knees to her chest and laid her head on her arms. Why did everything have to fall apart?
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Julia closed her eyes once more as she heard the sobs coming from the small room that bore Ling Xiaoyu. Shaking her head, she couldn't help but let a few tears slip for the two young lovers. They hadn't admitted it yet, but she could see it in their eyes. Wrapping her arms around herself, she sat back against the leather couch in the living room and tried to stop the tears once more. Love was nothing. Something she could never have. Glancing around the room, she dried her eyes and stood.
"I must leave for the desert.to find the answers." Making her way towards her room, she threw some clothing onto the bed and grabbed the duffle bag that sat next to her chair.
Beginning her packing, she fell onto the bed in a heap as the sleep took over once more. Flashes of desert sun and white teeth, taste and smell of blood filled her senses once more. Waking from the dream, she wiped the sweat that trickled down her forehead with a hand and took in deep breaths.
The only way this will stop, is to see what is causing it all. Her mind continued to tell her that as she continued to stare at the vast ceiling.
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The rain continued to pelt against the windshield of Hwoarang's vehicle as he hurled down the dirt roads. Coming to an abrupt stop as a dark figure hurled across the street, his eyes squinted as he tried to make out who it was. Honking his horn at the figure he growled in protest as he ran across the street to a hotel. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he pulled into the front of the hotel.
"Stupid people."
Grabbing the newspaper that sat next to him, he quickly opened his door putting the newspaper over his head from the rain and ran into the front office. Closing the door behind him, he took in a deep breath as he shook off the rain that had made contact with him.
Glancing up to see the owner staring at him, he smiled and continued to brush the water from his clothing. Noticing he still wore his Army clothing he nodded his head towards the man.
"A room please."
The guy nodded back, throwing him the keys as Hwoarang left the money on the counter.
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Stopping at the door that read the same number as his key, he glanced at the knob and noticed it had been broken. Shrugging it off, he sighed. Who cares, just to get out of the rain.
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Jin shot up as he heard foot steps stop in front of the hotel door. Glancing around the small dark room as another flash of lightning hit, he quickly dashed across the room to the bathroom. Before he made it to the door, the front door hurled open and the lights flicked on. Jin froze as the man grunted.
"You! I knew it was you!" Hwoarang shot as he glanced up and down the form of Jin Kazama.
Jin turned slowly and smiled to himself.
"Couincidence?" The two shook their heads as the rain continued to fall from the skies.
"Look, about earlier."
Jin's hand shot up to cut him off as he motioned towards the bed. Gripping his chest as the demon continued to eat its way around him inside.
"It's fine, don't worry about it. I do not wish to fight with you.I cannot." His words were spoken softly as he fell back onto the bed.
Hwoarang nodded his head and shut the door behind him.
"Friends?"
Laughing to himself, Jin nodded his head. It was the best to do at this moment. He was in no shape to fight, and he couldn't be out in the rain. So doing the best next thing, he nodded his head once more.
"Friends."
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A/N: So what did ya think? Hope ya liked it! Sorry it took so long. But there it was! Please leave a review and thanks for reading! ^^
By: Aireonna (a.k.a. Candice Willman)
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Disclaimer: I do not own and never will own Tekken or any of the official characters but a girl can dream can't she? *droolz*
A/N: I would like to thank everyone again who kindly reviewed. I'm so happy that everyone seems to enjoy this fic.I didn't think that anyone was really going to like it, but then I got everyone's reviews.and I wanted to cry! Thank you all so much! I know it has taken me awhile, and for that I am sorry for. But here is the next chapter that you have all been waiting for! So go read, enjoy!! ^_^
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Hwoarang threw another punch at the innocent punching bag, which sent it hurling into the wall. Gripping his gloves tighter, he turned abruptly to his fellow soldier.
"There.I'm done for the day. You can have your way with it now." With that, he turned roughly and exited the gym room.
The soldier blinked a few times, before turning towards the hole in the wall and dropped his head.
"That guy and his anger.Eesh."
*****
Turning the corner swiftly, Hwoarang exited the camp grounds with one look back. Saluting a respectful salute, he turned and walked away. Sighing to himself he hopped into his vehicle and drove off.
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Falling back against the cold damp wall, Jin tried to fight the demon. It seemed to be surfacing more and more each day. But why?
Looking to his side, he closed his eyes at the memories of Ling. Her scent still lingered on his clothing, her taste on his lips. She had her own unique taste.Shaking his head as another streak of pain waved through every muscle in his body; he threw his head back against the wall. Why did it have to be like this?
Grasping a hold of the last inch of strength he could muster, Jin quickly turned and ran towards the nearest shelter he could find. Running along the dark streets, he growled as the pain became clearer and thunder shot across the sky like drums in a band.
Finally, reaching a small hotel, he ran across the street stopping quickly as a car almost hit him. The bright lights bore into his eyes causing him to hiss. His eyes widened as he noticed it was his earlier attacker.
"Hwoarang." He whispered in anger. Pulling his hood down slightly so he couldn't see him in the dark, he ran into a room without bothering to check in. Opening the door with ease, he threw the door closed just as rain began to pour from the sky. Leaning back against the wall, he sighed inwardly and slid down the wall to the floor. Throwing his head back, he gripped his chest in pain as the demon continued to fight for control.
"Ling.Help me." His voice was just above a whisper and rough. Lightning shot across the sky as it continued to pour, lighting up the small hotel room. Glancing around he noticed there was a small bed, not to comfy looking. He could hear people in the next room shouting in Japanese. Closing his eyes, he agreed to sleep as the demon settled with him.
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Julia sighed once more as the loud music illuminated out from the speakers of the large stereo that sat on Ling's dresser. Rubbing her temples as the shower turned on, she closed her eyes.
"So then.Jin?!" She yelled towards the young Chinese girl that stood naked in the shower.
Tears streamed down Ling's face as she continued to scrub at her ivory skin.
"Yes." Her voice betrayed her. Full of pain and hurt, and just above a whisper.
Julia nodded and left the girl to her shower, closing the door behind her. Falling backwards onto Ling's large bed, Julia cringed as sleep fought to take over.
The dreams had become more frequent. But what did they mean? Ling was right; they had taken place in a desert. But why would some one from the desert..Shooting upright in the bed, Julia gasped.
"That's it! The desert.Indians live there.My family." She yelled triumphal into the emptiness of the room.
Peeking her head out of the shower, Ling blinked back the tears and stared at Julia.
"What about your family? I thought you said you had no family." Covering her mouth quickly as the words were spoken she bowed her head in forgiveness.
Nodding her head in response, Julia sighed at her words. It was true, she had no family. Michelle had adopted her and had been killed in the 2nd Tournament. That didn't mean she didn't have family some where else. Some where out there. Alive.
"Your right, I did say I had no family.But that doesn't mean I'm right. I was adopted remember Ling."
Nodding her head, water dripped over the bath tub and onto the floor.
"Then your real family could still be out there." Ling replied, stepping out of the shower and grabbing onto a towel. Wrapping it around her slender form, she laughed as she slid on the water that laid on the floor.
Julia rolled her eyes at her immaturity and shook her head, "No, my real family was Michelle. And she's gone. Real family doesn't dessert each other." Turning, she quickly exited the room, closing the door behind her, leaving the girl to dress.
Ling blinked a few times confused. How could she have offended her? She was just speaking the truth. Drying off quickly, she threw the towel off and dressed. Her mind still wandered on the events from earlier. Breathing in, she could still smell his scent. Taste his lips on hers and feel his strong grasp.
"Jin." Falling to the ground as the tears began to fall once more, she hugged her knees to her chest and laid her head on her arms. Why did everything have to fall apart?
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Julia closed her eyes once more as she heard the sobs coming from the small room that bore Ling Xiaoyu. Shaking her head, she couldn't help but let a few tears slip for the two young lovers. They hadn't admitted it yet, but she could see it in their eyes. Wrapping her arms around herself, she sat back against the leather couch in the living room and tried to stop the tears once more. Love was nothing. Something she could never have. Glancing around the room, she dried her eyes and stood.
"I must leave for the desert.to find the answers." Making her way towards her room, she threw some clothing onto the bed and grabbed the duffle bag that sat next to her chair.
Beginning her packing, she fell onto the bed in a heap as the sleep took over once more. Flashes of desert sun and white teeth, taste and smell of blood filled her senses once more. Waking from the dream, she wiped the sweat that trickled down her forehead with a hand and took in deep breaths.
The only way this will stop, is to see what is causing it all. Her mind continued to tell her that as she continued to stare at the vast ceiling.
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The rain continued to pelt against the windshield of Hwoarang's vehicle as he hurled down the dirt roads. Coming to an abrupt stop as a dark figure hurled across the street, his eyes squinted as he tried to make out who it was. Honking his horn at the figure he growled in protest as he ran across the street to a hotel. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he pulled into the front of the hotel.
"Stupid people."
Grabbing the newspaper that sat next to him, he quickly opened his door putting the newspaper over his head from the rain and ran into the front office. Closing the door behind him, he took in a deep breath as he shook off the rain that had made contact with him.
Glancing up to see the owner staring at him, he smiled and continued to brush the water from his clothing. Noticing he still wore his Army clothing he nodded his head towards the man.
"A room please."
The guy nodded back, throwing him the keys as Hwoarang left the money on the counter.
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Stopping at the door that read the same number as his key, he glanced at the knob and noticed it had been broken. Shrugging it off, he sighed. Who cares, just to get out of the rain.
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Jin shot up as he heard foot steps stop in front of the hotel door. Glancing around the small dark room as another flash of lightning hit, he quickly dashed across the room to the bathroom. Before he made it to the door, the front door hurled open and the lights flicked on. Jin froze as the man grunted.
"You! I knew it was you!" Hwoarang shot as he glanced up and down the form of Jin Kazama.
Jin turned slowly and smiled to himself.
"Couincidence?" The two shook their heads as the rain continued to fall from the skies.
"Look, about earlier."
Jin's hand shot up to cut him off as he motioned towards the bed. Gripping his chest as the demon continued to eat its way around him inside.
"It's fine, don't worry about it. I do not wish to fight with you.I cannot." His words were spoken softly as he fell back onto the bed.
Hwoarang nodded his head and shut the door behind him.
"Friends?"
Laughing to himself, Jin nodded his head. It was the best to do at this moment. He was in no shape to fight, and he couldn't be out in the rain. So doing the best next thing, he nodded his head once more.
"Friends."
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A/N: So what did ya think? Hope ya liked it! Sorry it took so long. But there it was! Please leave a review and thanks for reading! ^^