Chapter 12: Undisclosed Desires
My insomnia was taking a toll on me. If I was lucky, I could get in two hours of sleep. During the day, I drank a few cups of coffee and energy drinks to get me through. I didn't think much about my condition since I had trouble sleeping as a kid, especially right after my mother died. My mentality was you can sleep when you're dead.
Hwoarang didn't seem to notice my lack of sleep since my sexual desires were still at its peak. Every moment together, whatever we did ended up with us going at it like wild animals. We spent more time naked than fully clothed around each other.
The sex was great. But I know at heart, I wanted a lot more. My mind was telling me that I needed to end this façade - Hwoarang and I needed to break up. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, not just yet.
"We are still going to meet up after you win your next match?" I sprawled myself across the bed, bra and panty clothed, watching Hwoarang getting ready for his next match.
"Hell yeah." He said with a smirk whilst looking the mirror, placing his goggles on his head.
I crawled off the bed, placing my hands around his waist seductively.
"Are you sure that this is the night you defeat Jin Kazama?" I talked into his ear, guiding his body to face mine.
"I have no doubt." There was brashness in his tone.
I grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck. Hwoarang pushed me closer, yanking me up on to his waist. Our lips connected into a passionate lock, with our tongues intertwining. The kiss was in such intensity, I could feel myself getting aroused. Hwoarang guided towards the bed, placing me on my back with my legs still wrapped around him. Our hands roamed around each other's body whilst we kissed. My nipples felt a sensation, when Hwoarang lowered himself down to my chest, licking and kneading my now braless breasts.
I sat myself up with Hwoarang continuing on my breasts. I advanced my hands down to Hwoarang's crotch, unbuckling his belt. I undid the button and the zipper of his jeans to expose his now hardening member. I shoved Hwoarang to his back on the bed, seductively crawling on top of him. I placed my mouth on his sensitive tip. I circled my tongue all over, then after bobbing my head up and down with my mouth full of his hardness. I removed my mouth, but instead, I placed my hand around his erectness, jerking him off with up and down motions.
"I have to- get going" Hwoarang said with a moan, obviously thinking differently.
We were in the heat of the moment, almost forgetting that Hwoarang had to take his leave. I slide myself off, obliging to his request by letting go. He sat himself up on the bed, wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me deeply with reassurance. After getting off the bed, Hwoarang gussied himself up, putting his member back into his jeans. I picked up my bra off the floor and put it on again.
"Baek told me you were a bad influence on me."Hwoarang joked at me.
"I'm the bad influence?" I snickered. "You're the one who can't keep their hands off me!"
"It's your fault that you're so fucking sexy." He light-heartedly retorted.
I smiled coyly, softly running my finger over Hwoarang's lips. "When your match is over, I'm going to show you what a bad influence is."
"Oh, I love it when you're bad." Hwoarang haughtily squeezed my behind, nibbling my neck making me growl with exhilaration
We both finally restrained ourselves with the foreplay, allowing Hwoarang on his way for his next tournament round.
Not soon after Hwoarang left my place, my phone unexpectedly went off. I took a hold of my phone to see who was calling me – it was my father, I immediately answered it putting it on speaker phone.
"Hello, dad?"
"Violetta. I hope I didn't call at a bad time. I don't usually keep abreast of when you and Hwoarang are having sex..."
"It's okay dad, you called at the right time."My face went red with embarrassment. I didn't like when Lee would talk about me having sex in such a casual way.
"Good."
"What is up?"I wandered around to my closet to put on a purple singlet top on.
"I thought I should inform you that I'm leaving the tournament and heading back home."
"Oh, why?" With my interest piqued I walked closer to the phone to listen carefully.
"Kazuya is not the one sponsoring this tournament, it's Jinpachi, Heichachi's father."
"How is that possible? Wouldn't he be like way over 100 years old? How can he be still alive?" I asked with bewildered with my hands on my hips.
"It's the Mishima's, they are super humans who defy death." A hint of sarcasm was in Lee's voice with a huff.
"Right." I walked back to my wardrobe and picked out my black skinny leg jeans and put them on.
"Jinpachi is the least of my concern; I have no reason to hang around when Kazuya has no immediate power. "
"I understand, dad."
"I'm leaving tonight. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come back home with me."
I paused for a moment. The thought of going back home had crossed my mind in the last few days. But with my father asking me this question, it seemed in such short notice.
"I don't know..." I spoke with uncertainty. "I would love to come home but I'm here in Japan. I can't leave just yet."
"Viola, I'm not pressuring you. There is always time for you to change your mind for you to come back home."
"Thanks Dad."
"Take care of yourself, Viola."
"Wait, dad..." I intervened. "I know this is out of the ordinary for me to ask this... But, how do you, break up with someone when, you know..."My voice dropped to a whisper at the end of my sentence, now coming to the realization that I've just admitted that I wanted to break up with Hwoarang.
"You want to break up with Hwoarang?" Lee haughtily questioned.
"Well... Yeah." I sighed, feeling regret that I just told my father that I wanted to end things with Hwoarang.
"Are you pregnant?"
"What?" I said in horror. "I'm not pregnant. Why would you think I'm pregnant?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, your mother went with that same route with me. We were having amazing torrid sex, and then she broke it off with me, and well, not much later, she had you."
That revelation shocked me. Not only was I disgusted over the image of my parents having 'amazing torrid sex' but the fact over my mother breaking it off when she found out she was pregnant with me.
"Viola, you're a strong-willed woman, you're smart. You do what you feel is right, just don't get yourself hurt." Lee spoke with an encouraging tone.
"Thanks, dad." My voice croaked.
We ended our phone conversation after that. I sat in silence on my bed, with food for thought.
I don't know what came over me. I should have stayed put, I should have stayed home. But I grabbed my coat and ran out the door - I had to see Hwoarang even by means interrupting his undergoing bout. I found my way to the gray deserted area in the sufficient time I had. It was like my instinct wanted to do the opposite of what my father told me. This was suicide.
From the distance, I could see Hwoarang and Jin Kazama in the midst of battle. Both were blocking and reversing each other's moves in the intense battle between foes. In the end, Hwoarang swiftly got the upper hand and with one last blow, Hwoarang defeated Jin Kazama.
After seeing the battle over, I ran towards Hwoarang, evading the wind hitting my body. I clasped myself to Hwoarang's body, embracing him in a hug much to his surprise.
"Wha—What are you doin-." He stammered seeing the sight of me.
I interrupted Hwoarang, letting go of the hug to explain myself. "I know, this was an irrational thing for me to do but I had to see you, I had to-."
Not before I could continue my frantic reasons, an inhuman roar bellowed out from behind us. A gush of wind pushed us viciously back. In my peripheral vision I could see that Jin Kazama had morphed into a demoniac creature. I've seen those black wings before - he was the one I saw flying in the night sky.
The force heightened with my feeble body gradually losing consciousness. My life flashed through my eyes. This is where I believed I took my last breath, I wasn't even afraid.
AN: Don't panic, this isn't the end of Viola. I'm still continuing on to Tekken 6.