Chapter 3:
Jyn
You know I would have never thought Japan could have been this filled with so many people! Geez. It's hard for Kazaa and me to think. But it's not as bad considering we've been to Seoul and it's just as packed.
Jyn looked around at all of the passing people and glanced at his twin brother who had just sat down to drink his orange juice in the Japanese Mc Donald's.
"What is it, Jyn?" His brother's voice came over the table to him. He blinked.
"……. Nothing…. I was just wondering… How are we gonna catch up with you know…" He gave a puzzled and confused look to Kazaa.
"Hmmmm….. That's a good question."
"Eh, I'll just cross that bridge when I come to it."
"Brother, maybe we should think this out first…"
"Kazaa, we don't know how he's gonna act. Him or Uncle Hwoarang."
"Yeah, and that's why we should consider every possibi-" Jyn rolled his eyes and Kazaa sighed, "Jyn.."
"Hmm?" He looked at Kazaa, "Yes?"
"You really need to calm down before you get us both killed by our own father." Jyn shot him a look and replied,
"It's not like planning always works. What are you gonna do when something unexpected happens and you precious plan falls apart? Then what, huh?" Kazaa sighed and slurped the now warm orange juice.
"Hey, all I'm saying is that maybe we shouldn't rush this, you know? And besides always jumping before you know the distance you have to jump, doesn't work either."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Jyn looked past the people and out the window at the redheaded kid staring at them. He sneered and stuck his tongue out at the red headed boy. The boy looked taken aback but his brow furrowed and he spit out his tongue back at the boys. Kazaa laughed at Jyn and the boy, grasped Jyn about the wrist and started out the door, orange juice and laptop in hand. Kazaa made his way about four steps before the kid stopped them. Jyn and Kazaa exchanged looks before waving to the boy.
He went to speak but a loud, deep voice called out is name. The boy turned around and as soon as a tall, redheaded, built man came into view, Kazaa and Jyn's eyes sprang open all the way in part fear part surprise. The Korean man caught a glimpse of the boys' looks and when they exchanged looks. The words 'Kaziya and Jin' slipped softly form his lips. The boys, seeing the look in who they perceived to be their uncle's eyes, turned to run but were lifted up off of the ground by the scruff of their shirts. Jyn froze and Kazaa slurped his orange juice. The tall man set them on their feet but turned them to face him and didn't let go.
"Where is your mother? Little boys shouldn't be alone here." Jyn looked panic-like at Kazaa, who put one of his hands in his pockets, slurped orange juice with the other, and had a bored I-told-you-so kind of look on his face. The man raised his eyebrow. Jyn looked fretfully at Kazaa, who replied in a sing-song Korean sentence, closing his eyes as if reciting something,
"Oh but dear brother, you were the one to rush into things. What is it that stops you now?" Kazaa acted dramatically by putting his hand over his head as if he were to faint and waving his orange juice around. Jyn sweat dropped and looked at the ground. He then glanced at Kazaa who flashed him an evil grin and a know-it-all angelic-like look. He growled and crossed his arms making him look even more like a mini Jin with red bangs. Jyn looked away, Kazaa resumed his bored look, and the man saw it all and laughed involuntarily at the two, while the redheaded boy looked dumbfounded. The man calmed down and looked at the twins. Kazaa sighed at Jyn and looked up at their Korean superior.
"Han yo seo." For a slight moment the red headed man looked surprised.
"You are…. HIS children aren't you?" Kazaa blinked, said nothing but nodded. Jyn refused to look him in the eyes and kept his glance to the ground. For a slight moment everything seemed quiet. He gently let them go and neither one of them ran. He stood straight and stared down at them. "You know the danger which is here." Kazaa nodded. "Then you know who I am and how I feel."
"Of course….. Un- may I call you 'Uncle'?" He frowned but responded,
"Though this is unnerving, I can't let you walk around showing your roots. It's too dangerous." Of all his knowledge, Kazaa got a puzzled look on his face. The man sighed, "Come. We talk at my home." Kazaa nodded and grabbed Jyn by his guitar strap that tied the instrument and its case to him. The twins followed Hwoarang and his son and still felt a bit uneasy.