Author: TwilightAoi
Story: The Demon – Chapter 3
Category : Video Games – Soul Calibur
Pairings: Seung Mi-na x Heishiro Mitsurugi, Kilik x Chai Xianghua, slight hints of Hong Yunsung x Seung Mi-na, and slight hints of Hwang Sung Kyung x Seung Mi-na.
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But, when morning came, his Korean minx was gone. There wasn't even a note, but he figured they actually didn't need one. They both knew the situation well enough. He sighed, getting up to start his daily routines. Perhaps after training, he could sneak off, stealing time with her.
"Mi-na?" Mi-na spun around, she'd been about to put a pot of water on the fire, and now she was about to drop it. But it was only Hwang. "What are you doing up so early?" He asked. The sun was in the first stages of rising, just barely brightening the sky and blanking out the moon.
"Oh. It's my turn to cook breakfast." She lied brightly.
"So, what are you doing up so early?" He repeated.
"Cooking…" She replied, quickly becoming annoyed. She began putting rice noodles into the heating water.
The more Mi-na was bent over, the more the split skirt moved to allow for her muscular thighs. Hwang frowned at the sight. Why wasn't she wearing the kimono he'd bought her? Hadn't she been wearing it last night? "Mi-na, where's the kimono I got you?" Even though she'd cut most of the bottom off, it still covered more than her normal outfit.
Her mouth dropped open, though she wasn't facing him, and it took her a moment to reply. "With my stuff." She finally answered.
"Really, well, I'll get it and you can change after you're done---"
"No!" If he were to discover that it wasn't there, he would ask until he found it. And he would be really suspicious if it were at Heishiro Mitsurugi's home… "I mean…" She paused, seeing his shock; he stopped two meters from the bags, though. "You'll mess everything up, and then I won't be able to find anything! Besides, I wore it last night, what more do you want?" She bellowed, pointing the ladle she was holding at him.
"Fine. Whatever." He knew she was hiding something, but when was she completely honest with him? "Who is he, anyways?"
"Who?" Mi-na asked in genuine confusion, as she took the noodles off and put the coffee on.
"Whoever you're seeing." He said bluntly.
"I'm not seeing anybody." She replied stoutly. Were her knees shaking? She thought they could be. The last thing she wanted was Hwang clashing with Mitsurugi the same way Taki clashed with her. Hwang had reasons, as troublesome as they were. Make sure little Seung Mi-na is safe, make sure little Seung Mi-na's honour isn't endangered, and then, possibly, bring the Soul Edge, or Patriot Sword, back to Korea (along with little Seung Mi-na).
"Just, don't lie, who is it?" He was almost begging, as frustrated as she.
"I told you, I'm not!" She shouted at him, near knocking over the pot of noodles.
Yunsung groggily awoke. "Hey… Mornin'… Somethin' smells good…" He groaned.
Mi-na and Hwang both stared at him for a moment, shocked, and feeling a little guilty that their arguing had woken him. Mi-na recovered first, sprinting towards the path.
"Seung!" Hwang called after her. That path led to the samurai's house, he knew. Why would she run there, the man had very little sympathy… unless… "Dammit!" How couldn't he have known? For how long did she have this going on behind his back? She was sneakier than that damned ninja! He started down the path as well, but Yunsung's yelling stopped him only momentarily.
"Hey Hwang!" He jogged up to the older man, rubbing at his eyes. ""Where ya going?"
"To Heishiro's house. To drag Mi-na back. We're going back to the Dojo." Hwang grunted, staring down the path intently.
"What, why? I like it here! People are friendly, and I'm enjoying this!" Yunsung protested. The fact that they had women all dressed and rouged, ready to do any elegant (and non-elegant) task had nothing to do with it.
"I am not letting the Master's daughter spoil herself on that mercenary pig!" Hwang spat venomously. Personally, he had nothing against the ronin. But anyone who fooled around with Seung Mi-na under his watch basically signed his own death warrant.
"I think you're jealous, Hwang." The redhead laughed. (1)
"No, I'm not. It's my job to protect Mi-na, whether she likes it or not!" Hwang replied. The time for keeping his cool had passed. "Does he plan on marrying her someday! No! Do you think he'll care if we go back to Korea! No! It just means he'll have to find some new girl to strip of her innocence and enslave to his lust!" He raged on. (2)
Yunsung laughed harder. His senior student had never displayed this much emotion before, especially not when talking about Master Seung Han Myong's daughter! "Hwang, there's some really nice girls in town. Come on, calm down, and leave those two alone, and it'll be my treat… Whaddaya say?" He offered. (3)
"You knew! This whole time, and you didn't say anything, Hong!"
Yunsung flushed guiltily. "Well, everyone knew Hwang…" But who wanted to deal with a roaring maniac, who looked very capable of killing someone?
"Now. You're coming with me." He drew the Blue Thunder and pointed, mouthing the word 'march'.
"Geez, alright, I'm going…" He held up his hands in defeat. "But only because I don't want to hear Mi-na screaming about how you killed her future husband or something…"
"They're getting married!"
Yunsung almost instantly regretted saying that. "No, she never said that!" He frowned as he walked. "If you care about her so much, why don't you marry her!"
Hwang blinked. That possibility had been thrown up so many times, he wanted to kick it and watch it smack into a wall. (4) "She doesn't want me to." He finally replied in a calmer tone.
"Good, because you guys would have the noisiest, most annoying kids ever." Yunsung started to laugh again.
"Yeah, probably." A wry grin appeared on the older man's face.
"And they'd probably get your looks, too!"
"Ha ha ha, Hong."
Mi-na ran frantically down the path, Mitsurugi's words pounding in time with her panicked heart. 'No one… No one will keep you from me, Mi-na – chan…' She wanted to believe them, but a part of her wanted to scream, 'What about Hwang, Mitsu-kun! Can you defeat him? Can you make him leave me alone!'
She heard a step fall behind her, and she stopped. Her Scarlet Thunder was back at the camp… As she turned around, her assailant's leg swept low, knocking her to the ground. As she tried to get back up, an armored foot crushed her chest, as the ninja smirked down at her. Before she could speak, Taki's palm turned over, dust falling across Mi-na's eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks and chest. Her vision distorted, and suddenly, there were two, no three (maybe?), of her. Then everything went hazy, and the light was so bright. She tried to push herself up but her muscle had turned into limp, overcooked rice noodles, and then finally…
Black.
The ninja smiled cruelly, lifting the unconscious young woman up into her arms. She was surprisingly light. She guessed that the strange pole-arm she used probably weighed as much (if not, more than) it's wielder. She took off into the forest at an impossible speed, spurred by the sounds of two loud Korean males.
Taki laid Mi-na down on a soft, small futon. It would take hours before the deative she use wore off (at least, enough so that Mi-na could wake up). She had more than enough time for some tea. And she could set up. Seung Mi-na would dearly regret dearly ever thinking she and Heishiro Mitsurugi belonged only to each other.