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Chapter 14:

Tears

Ling Xiaoyu now knew her tears, they wanted her to see all her feelings coming outside. Not staying on the inside and growing bigger and bigger. She would have exploded without knowing her answers, the scary part, maybe she never would've know the whole story. As the Chinese girl let Hwoarang go from her hold of his face, he looked at her with his eyes telling her to not stop, but she kept luping back and feelling tears fload out off her eyes, making Hwoarang open his mouth in a gasp of making her cry.

"Xiaoyu... what's happening...?" he asked and held his hand out to make her come closer, continuing walking softly towards her, but Xiaoyu turned around and started running with tears flying in his direction. She could almost see Hwoarang's confused face in the head of her, but she gloomed away and disappeared into the room illuminated in darkness.

From behold; she stopped and breathe faster and faster, she looked at the situation from her distance. The red headed Korean stood looking into the ground. His figure told her that he didn't understand what was going on, and that was the best, for now. But suddenly a brastick sound came from behind again, the same volume from before. A scrap and a bump, he turned around and saw two redish eyes staring at him, evil and hatered.

"What...?" he replied and took a step back, then it came closer, and it become bigger as he moved out of the dark and into the light. A body moving closer and showing black featers flying away from its spots and spreading out. Two claws smashing together and shooting after him, but Hwoarang croached down and sprinted up and into his stance ready to block. Two horns came sprouting out from the head, black hair into a spiky touch at the back, some hair scrolling over the forhead and almost making the two eyes into a shadow under all the hair. But they shon strong, and soon become stronger into a strenght of aura.

Hwoarang lay a sight behind looking for Xiaoyu, but he couldn't see her. And it was just then he was grabbed up in the devils arms and placed in front of it.

"You... you deserve to DIE!" the devil shouted angry looking into his eyes, in revenge, the devil threw him into the wall and came tumbeling towards him ready to blow him into the wall again.

"WHAT ARE YOU...?" Hwoarang screamed after him, but got up on his feets and tried to give him a kick.

Then an evil laugh entered the room and gaining the power to blind Hwoarang in some secunds. The devil raised him up in his claws and pressed them inside his breast.

"How could you?" he yelled at him and snerred at the same time.

Hwoarang opened his eyes and stayed calm, but actually he was mad at it all. "What are you talking about? And what do you want from me?" he asked more calm not to make the devil even more angry.

"You need to die, and you're gonna die! Tell me where Xiao is? NOW!".

The red headed man held his hands over his ears not to lose his concentration of thinking, but the devil screamed at him again and Hwoarang gave up.

"I don't know where she is... but you wouldn't kill her, I won't let you!".

The devil threw him onto the ground and stept its boots on the top of his throat, "TELL ME?".

"NO!" Hwoarang yelled back at him.

The devil was ready to smash him to death under his foot, he grinned at the thought of it, but his smile went away as he shaked his head in disbelief. The devil felt an aura coming from inside, feelings taking over, a feeling of love, wanting, needing. He fell onto his knees and started shaking and holding his arms around its head.

"NO, I WON'T LET YOU KILL ME, JIN! NEVER!" the devil yelled aloud, making Hwoarang get up from the floor and back off running to the door next to them, there he stopped and looked at what was happening, "Jin... Jin Kazama...?" he whispered to himself, but raised his shoulders in the progress of moving away. His skin disappeared as the shadow captured the last light shining on him... and Hwoarang was blinded with the black colours round him.

An arm felt its way over Hwoarang just when he walked into the dark corridor behind, then continuing pushing him closer to a warm body, "I'm so sorry Hwoarang..." a voice said.

Hwoarang closed his eyes, he felt comfertable and actually enjoyed himself. Then a face lay onto his back, "I didn't want you to get hurt... I just needed your help...".

In the other room, the devil fought with Jin, soon to make the two red eyes change colour to brown ones. A roar blocked through the room, the walls shaked at the action. The wings bursted inside, chains to disappear, the signs to float away. A man came to reality and he looked up in hope of waking up from his dream, but the nightmare haden't stopped, not ever to stop... but the hope was there, everything he could do... was to hope.

"The devil... it's Jin Kazama... right?" Hwoarang asked not turning around, but still feeling hands moving over his back.

"How do you know him...?".

Hwoarang could hear tears dripping down from behind and meeting the floor, he turned around and saw Ling Xiaoyu's face crying along her face softly red. Her feelings showing themselves to him. He tried to give her a hug to make her feel better, but she pushed him away with snapping his chest with her fingertips. At this, she ran back to the room where Jin Kazama was in. She soon faced a man sitting onto the ground, closing his eyes, facing the ground. His black hair falling over his face. Under him, the ground had gotten some wet remarks. Xiaoyu could see it coming out, making people see his feelings for the first time.

A soft smile went over her lips, she touched it and a warm feeling emarged through her. The Chinese girl. Her clothes still in the sexy taste, her hair blew down as she took out the fasten strin up in a messy ponytail. Black silk moving over her skin. She felt glad. Though everything went wrong each time she tried to clean it up, her life could start with clean papers again. But as much as she knew, everything could break down again, and she had to clean it up again.

Black and white fur. A panda's face come up into her sight. Big with sharp claws, an animal, a big body. Xiaoyu had to gasp, but she stept closer. Her hand slipt out to stroke her fur. The picture in the head of her disappeared and she stopped and glared onto the vision sitting onto the floor.

"I miss you..." she finished and took a step closer to her Jin Kazama. Her friend, who needed her, more than her best friend did. Panda could wait. She had to wait. Or Ling Xiaoyu would have lost them both.

a/n: Short and sweet! --that's the way, a-ha a-ha, we like it, a-ha a-ha-- And I promise ya that the next chapter will be much longer than this one.