A/N: Ok I’ve started the next part, still with no idea as to where this is going.
**Disclaimer**
Uh… NOTHING IS MINE! Understood?
Warning:
Yes. There is Yaoi. Don’t worry, no
Lemon or anything like that… not in this chapter anyway, LOL! There’s a lot of foul
language…. Bad Hwoarang… And some parts are not acceptable for children because
they discuss grown up matters like… uh… dare I say? Rape.
“Welcome to the Christmas potluck, Hiro
Shitako,” The old bald Chinese businessman said smiling, using Jin’s fake name,
not knowing any better, “Where’s your date?”
Jin noted the old man’s attire, it
being a very inappropriate Hentai tie, and a Navy blue business suit. It was
bound to offend the ladies attending. Jin struggled to think up a good answer
for the rude question, “Oh I…”
“Right here, Kazama, darling!”
Jin turned just in time to watch
Hwoarang slip a slightly muscular arm over his shoulder. The Chinese man turned
a subtle shade of red and waddled off. Jin felt himself become angered at the
Chaotic Korean. “What the hell did you do that for? You could screw up my whole
career!”
“Nu uh! They can’t fire you because
it would be considered discrimination! And you could sue.”
“I don’t know what country you think
you’re in but it’s not that simple here! How did you get here?” Jin asked,
suddenly confused, “How did you know to come here?”
Hwoarang smirked, obviously over the
worst of the hang over. “You forgot your date book. I got bored so I came to
ruin your night.”
Jin scowled, “Well you’ve just got
here and you’ve already succeeded at that so you can go now.”
“Uh… No.”
“Oh come on!”
“No.”
“Give me a break…”
“No.”
Jin sighed in defeat and walked into
the room, Hwoarang trailing behind. The young Japanese man every now and then
had to smack Hwoarang’s hands away from touching expensive ornaments. He wanted
to tell the Korean, ‘Don’t touch what’s worth more then you,’ but stopped
himself knowing how rude and nasty that would have been of him.
Curious eyes followed them as Jin
found a seat, and Hwoarang took one right beside him. It was irritating. What
was this going to do to his career? How would it affect the respected name that
he had built up for himself in the business world? Maybe he was exaggerating.
Maybe that man took it as a joke and even if he didn’t, perhaps Jin could
portray it as a joke. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too difficult while Hwoarang was
present.
One of the men stood up holding up a
glass of wine. “Merry Christmas everyone! I’m glad to see all my valued
employees have made it! Now who was it that planned this potluck? Ah yes! Our
dear Loans officer, Rita Hijaku! Thank you very much Rita, it was a wonderful
idea, and I see you brought your husband. He’s a lucky man! Also I think a
thank you is in order for our new assistant manager, Hiro Shitako. I’m sure
everyone has heard about his success last month when he won over some very
important clients for our beloved bank.”
The people sitting around the table
applauded generously, smiling at Jin with admiration and envy. All except the
bald Chinese man. Hwoarang grinned, joining in on the applauding. Jin cursed
the Korean silently as he smiled and thanked the people for the applause. His
employer did not mention who he was with, perhaps he did not see a woman and
assumed Jin was alone and Hwoarang was with someone else.
Rita, who was seated across from
Hwoarang, noticed the way Hwoarang was grinning at Jin. “Mr. Shitako… Who is
your companion?”
Jin glanced coldly at Hwoarang and
smiled at Rita, “This is my cousin, Bob… Bob, this is Miss. Hijaku.”
A sigh of relief escaped the old
bald Chinese man who had obviously accepted that excuse even though Hwoarang
was obviously Korean. Hwoarang stood and bowed politely at Rita, the arrogant
smirk not leaving his lips for even a second.
#$#$#
The
Dinner lasted longer then Hwoarang had hoped. He had made many attempts to piss
Jin off, but somehow Jin was good at cover-ups and excuses. Wasn’t that
convenient? Eventually Hwoarang couldn’t take those old perverted businessmen
and left early.
He strolled lazily outside. It was
snowing lightly but he didn’t mind. He sort of appreciated the cold, not
entirely, but in a way. He stood on an overpass and looked down at the cars and
people below. It was Christmas, and he was alone. It was the time of year when
a person was normally with their sweetheart, not with a bottle of cheap liquor.
Hwoarang took a deep breath, enjoying the night air. It was his first time in
about a month being completely sober at night. He didn’t even touch the wine
that was served. It may have been slightly refreshing but he still eyed the
streets, searching for a liquor store.
“Hwoarang,” A voice said,
sounding like it was right behind Hwoarang, and startled the Korean into
whirling around, with fists up and ready to fight.
He laid eyes on buses going by and
cars, but there were no pedestrians on the overpass anywhere near him. Something
wasn’t right. He immediately thought of Jin. Perhaps he should go back and see if
Jin was ok… Not that he cared whether that annoying stuck-up rich boy got hurt
or not, it was just that he wanted to be the one to hurt Richie Rich, or so he
wanted himself to think.
The walk back to the building where
the potluck was being held was a little shorter. Most likely because Hwoarang
wasn’t strolling lazily anymore, instead he was walking faster then usual. The
doors were still open, but everyone was filing out, and making their ways to the
bus stop or the train. Almost everyone… Hwoarang waiting by the doors for a few
minutes, until he realized nobody else was coming. There were three people he didn’t
see leave: the Chinese guy, Jin’s boss, and Jin. Maybe there were more missing,
but Hwoarang didn’t care enough to remember anyone else.
He quietly stepped inside. After
wandering the room the dinner was in, he found his way into a narrow hallway. Could
these people have left through a back door? No. Jin’s car was parked out front
still. Damn rich boy thinks he’s too good to use public transportation like the
rest of his co-workers.
Suddenly, a crash sounded from a
room ahead of Hwoarang. The Korean struggled to find the correct room, and was lucky
to find a conveniently placed closet that opened from the hallway and from the
room where the noise came from. Hwoarang entered and shut the door behind him quietly
and found a comfortable place against the door where he could eavesdrop. He
figured he’d just make sure it wasn’t Jin in there and then he’d continue his
search elsewhere.
“… Do you think you’re going? HAHA!
Aw, Faggot boy is scared!” A man’s voice said cruelly.
“I am not gay… sir.” It was Jin’s voice.
The man snorted, “Then who was that
man you were with? You think I’m going to buy him being your cousin? You’re Japanese!”
“No. My uncle married a Korean
woman. Bob is half Japanese.”
There was a pause, “Well that makes
more sense, and I’d buy that if I hadn’t looked up your records, Hiro! You have
no family! A bastard Faggot! How do you like that, Hitori?”
“Sad. Our own assistant manager!” It
was the Chinese man’s voice. “Ok, Hiro, why don’t you get on your hands and knees
and show us the side of you that Bob knows best!”
Hwoarang cringed. There was no way
he could know when the best time was to intervene if he couldn’t see anything. He
glanced around the closet and found another conveniently placed means of spying.
A whole in the wall. This was way too convenient. He began to get a little
paranoid, so he made sure he was completely hidden by brooms and mops and
buckets before settling down before the hole.
Jin was cornered. It was a meeting
room with a long table and a huge screen at the end of it. There was even a diagram
of the bank in a corner. Three men, all of whom were bigger then Jin surrounded
the young Japanese. Hwoarang was almost positive that these men couldn’t know how
to fight. They were bankers for crying out loud! But there were three of them.
The bald Japanese guy was just plain fat, while the other two looked like they
had been bouncers in previous careers.
Jin refused to get on his hands and
knees despite the cruel beckoning and taunting. He continued to hold his head
up high with stubborn pride. Hwoarang imagined it was difficult considering the
circumstances and Jin having to look up at two of the men, them being a couple
inches taller, and definitely intimidating. How did Jin hold it together? It
was his boss!
“You heard Hitori. Get on your damn
hands and knees!” The other man said. Hwoarang did not recognise this man, but
it made no difference. Once the chance came, that man would be choking back his
own blood with his little gay-bashing friends of his.
Jin looked at the man, his brow
lifted slightly in arrogant question. It almost made Hwoarang think Jin had a
plan. The young Japanese shook his head, “I am not gay.”
“Prove it. We’ll stick something up
your ass and if you get up, you’re gay. If you don’t, your fine.” Hitori
giggled.
“That won’t be necessary. I should
be leaving. I have an early morning tomorrow trying to find a new job,” Jin
said confidently.
As Jin attempted to push past the
men, the unknown man twisted his arm and pushed him face first against the
wall, pinning him there with the threat of a broken arm. The boss also got
behind Jin and started to undo the buckle of his belt. The young Japanese
fighter, started to struggle, and almost succeeded at escaping, but Hitori
joined in on holding him against a wall.
Hwoarang got out of his hiding spot.
He had to stop it before Mr. Boss man went any further. The Korean felt
entirely responsible for this whole mess and he was obliged to stop it. A few
more words were spoken between Jin and the other men, but they were speaking
quieter, so their voices weren’t comprehensible to Hwoarang.
He kicked the door open; just to add
effect and possibly even scare the men out of their act, giving Jin a chance to
get away, but it also startled Jin, who got his arm even more twisted. The men
did jump, but their grip didn’t give and their positions remained. Hwoarang
went for the boss first, assuming him he most important target.
The other two men were at a loss of
what to do. They knew that if they helped their boss fight the Korean, they’d
have to release Jin and make it 3 against two, instead of one against one, so
they whispered to each other, and Hitori moved to help his beloved boss.
It didn’t take much. A simple ten-hit-combo
and Hitori was unconscious. The boss took a little more. Hwoarang started with
a hunting hawk, leaping into the air and kicking his way down on the boss man. He
tried his Kangaroo kick, landing behind Boss man and kicking the asshole in the
back of the head. Boss man fell forwards, but sprang back to his feet and to
action, fighting back with a series of slaps and kicks, all of which were
easily blocked. Hwoarang finally gave up and used Nina’s cheap shot that she liked
to call, ‘Bad habit’ and kicked the Boss man right in the groin.
One man remained. Mr. Unknown. Hwoarang
approached the man with a smirk. The man looked around in a panic, not knowing
what to do. If he let go it would be two against him, but he couldn’t fight back
if he held Jin and he’d lose anyway. Hwoarang grinned, and simply grabbed the
guy’s head and with one swift movement, snapped the neck.
Jin turned and stared down at the corpse
at his feet. “You killed him…”
Hwoarang nodded, shrugging, “Yeah,
well, probably saved a lot of gay boys like you from future gay-bashing
attacks.”
“I’m not gay. You’re the one that
made them think I was gay. If anyone here is gay, it’s you.” Jin countered.
Hwoarang shrugged again, “Whatever.
Speaking of fags…” He took a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket and lit
up.
“You’re not allowed to smoke in here.
It’s a government building.”
“Don’t nag. It’d not very becoming
of you.”
Jin rolled his eyes, “I’m not
nagging. It’s a law.”
Hwoarang rolled his eyes in turn, “Yeah
well just because it’s a law doesn’t mean you weren’t nagging. Hey I just saved
your cute little behind! What ever happened to a good old fashioned thank you?”
“Forgive me, but you don’t get a
damn thank you because it wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t shown up!”
“Well I hadn’t shown up if you hadn’t
taken me to your place last night like the good little Boy Scout you are! See
what happens when you do a good deed? Things like this happen.”
Jin glared at Hwoarang, “Only when
you’re involved, Blood Talon.”
“Oh I’m sorry,” Hwoarang, said
sarcastically, “I’ll try to be more stuck-up and conservative next time. How do
you do it? Do you imagine that you’ve got one big stick stuck up your ass 24/7?”
“Thank you for almost getting me
raped and then killing a co-worker of mine and making me loose my job. Now I
must be going home. See you next tournament.” Jin bowed sarcastically and
started out the door.
Hwoarang stepped in the doorway,
blocking Jin’s way, “Wait.”
“I don’t have time for this,
Hwoarang. I’m very tired.”
“Jin, I’m sorry, man. I had no idea
your boss was such an asshole. I guess I shouldn’t have come in the first
place. I’m sorry.”
Jin raised an eyebrow, “You? Sorry?
What’s the catch?”
“I’m bored.”
“So?”
#$#$#
The two young fighters walked into
the club. Jin immediately covered his ears, in an attempt to protect them from
the horrible music. Hwoarang laughed and pulled Jin in and to the bar, “Two… Oh
what the hell, let’s try that German beer! Two of those big bastards!”
The bartender grinned and pulled two
bottles out of a fridge like thing. “Hwoarang! Glad to see you back! You left
in horrible shape last night, I was almost certain you’d have gone to the
hospital and been kept there or something. Although that lady you were with was
not impressed.”
“Lady?” Hwoarang asked, “So I was
with someone! She escaped! HAHA! I love making girlies run. They’re so fucking
predictable! You get drunk, walk in the wrong direction of where she thinks your
going, and rant about everything you can possibly think off, and she’s gone the
second you turn your back!”
“Why do you keep doing it then?” Asked
the bartender.
Hwoarang shrugged. Jin saw something
in his face despite the horrible lighting, but what he saw was gone just as
fast as it had appeared. Hwoarang was hiding something. But the Korean found an
excuse, “I do stupid things on a regular basis. I don’t even want a one night
stand with a girl who would just run away.”
Jin glanced around the club,
uncomfortable with the conversation. Soon enough, the bartender noticed him, “Hey,
Hwoarang, who’s your friend,” the bartender asked.
“This is… Hiro Shitface.”
“Shitako,” Jin corrected.
The bartender smiled, “Pleased to
meet you, Shitako, Hiro. I’m Kado, Michio.”
Jin formally bowed his head, and
then turned to continue scanning the club for nothing in particular. He noted
some young women looking at him and giggling. He thought about going over there
to them, and leaving Hwoarang behind, but after seeing that look on Hwoarang’s
face, he got the idea that there was more to Hwoarang then he would have them
believe.
The young Japanese fighter realised
he would probably have to get a new identity. His former boss may make a bad name
for Hiro in the business world. He looked at Hwoarang with anger, and once again
considered going over to the ladies.
Hwoarang must have noticed the
distaste on Jin’s face. He turned to his Japanese companion and frowned, “You
should sue ‘em.”
Jin sighed audibly, “Oh yeah, and
bring my face out in the open where my grandfather could find me, and come out
in the open saying I’m gay just so I can get a bunch of money that I don’t even
need! If everyone thinks I’m gay, I’ll never get a job! And I don’t exactly
want the same thing to happen with the judge after the trail!”
“Loosen up, man! Not everyone wants
to rape you. You’re not that attractive,” Hwoarang smirked, suddenly acquiring a
frown when he saw the glare coming from Jin, “Not everyone is a gay-basher.”
“Maybe not in your little Occult world,
but out there, in he real world, it’s different. Not everyone is
so understanding.”
Hwoarang scoffed, “So you’re just
going to let that asshole get away with that? Who knows how man gays he’s bashed
and raped?”
“I don’t know, I don’t care! I have
too much on the line!” Jin got up and stormed out the door. Considering what
names he could change his name to. That Bartender’s name was nice. Michio.
The door swung closed and then back
open again as Hwoarang came out after him. Jin sighed, wishing the Korean would
just go away and get out of his life. What was that guy’s problem anyway? Didn’t
Hwoarang hate Jin with a passion? So why wouldn’t he let him go?
Hwoarang grabbed Jin by the shoulders
and slammed him against a wall out of anger, “You fucking rich assed mother
fucker! What was that bastards name?”
“Who… whose name?” Jin stammered in
shock and confusion.
“That fat cat gay basher! Who else?”
Jin thought for a moment, “Why?”
The Korean smirked, answering Jin’s question
without words. “What’s his name? Don’t worry; I won’t put you on the line. You
won’t even be involved or mentioned. Nobody will even know you knew him.”
“… Rinji Gunma.”
Hwoarang grinned and leaned in so
that Jin thought he was going to whisper something. No words were whispered;
instead, Hwoarang lightly pressed his lips against Jin’s. After a couple
seconds, he pulled back, winked at the young Japanese boy and took off down the
street.
Jin stood there against the wall of
the club in a paralysing state of confusion. He DID NOT just get kissed by
another man. No. He did. If he hadn’t that would mean he imagined it and that
would have been much worse. Hwoarang was probably jus trying to make him angry.
It was nothing… So if it was nothing… Why do I feel
like I want more? He asked himself.
After a moment or two of standing
there, attempting to shake the thought out of his mind, Jin began to jog in the
direction Hwoarang left.