Summary : If Jin was deadly before awkening the Devil Gene within him, imagine when he has to protect his lover from the Zaibatsu… Songfic to Matthew Good Band – Weapon, Jin X Hwoarang shonen-ai.
A/N : Actually wrote that near a year ago. Kinda dark, but not really… but then again, different from the lovey-dovey stuff I usually write. Oh... I don't own anything. Not the lyrics, not the characters, just the idea.
Weapon
Here by my side, an angel
Here by my side, the devil
It's weird how you can be different sometimes. When I'm alone with you, you’re just protective; you take care of me like nobody did before. You’re a guardian angel to me. But when people try to hurt me, you go devil... literally. With those beautiful raven-black wings. I still don't get it why you turn like that: to protect me, or to show the others that they made you mad by hurting me?
Right now we are hiding from the Mishima Zaibatsu. They want the Devil gene, you have it, and so they want you. And they want you dead. So what the hell am I gonna do without you? Everybody I love suddenly disappears from my life; I can't take it anymore...
Never turn your back on me
Never turn your back on me again
You’re my only family, the only one I truly feel good with. I don't want you to go away from me like everybody did. Jang and Seung died in a motorcycle accident a little after the tournament. I never went on a motorcycle since then; this event really scarred me for life. Reiko got killed by a rival gang. Bunch of motherfuckers got my best friend 6 feet underground. I don't know how much I cried when I learned the news on TV. "Young man found dead in back alley." When I first heard that I thought about a kid who was killed there, maybe for drug-related stuff... you know... the usual. Then they showed a pic of the guy. I was just getting over the loss of three of the people who meant my whole world (Baek and those two), but now I had to suffer the death of my best friend? My reaction was to call someone, and I found myself dialing your number. No answer. I took a flight to Japan with all the money I had left, spent two days searching for your house. When I got there, you weren’t alone. Xiaoyu was with you on the couch... very with you. I didn't knock or anything, I was frightened, tired, angry, sad, down, and ready to kill myself. I really needed someone fast. Xiaoyu spotted me right when I entered the living room. She blushed like hell, yelling at me for entering without knocking.
I fell down my knees sobbing loudly, exhausted. She hastily put something on her naked body, and so did you. "Are you OK?" For the first time she spoke with a very adult voice.
"Hwoarang?" you asked, obviously confused. "Come on, just sit over -" I ran to you, wrapped my arms around your neck, buried my head in your shoulder, my whole body shaking. Xiaoyu looked at us. She never saw me doing that, not even when I lost to you in the tournament. Of course, I usually act cool and all, but it's a cover sometimes. The only thing I wanted to do was screaming, destroying everything around me, but I soon realized it was a crazy reaction. So I continued crying in your arms.
I told both of you everything that happened in the past few years, the horrible deaths surrounding me, how it affected me (suicidial tendencies, nightmares, mood swings, etc) and what I was going to do now. You nicely offered me to stay here, without any fees, until I got a new, stable life. This never really happened by the way...
Soon I began to feel... attracted to Jin. I was used to fall in love with guys, though I considered myself bisexual. I never had serious stuff with girls, but with men it was another thing. Anyway, after a month together we were close friends. It's amazing how it turned around. One day we were bored out of our minds, we decided to train together. You fell on top of me, and you kissed me. That was... incredible. The worst is that Xiaoyu caught us half-naked. She went berserk. She headed to the kitchen, you followed her but I didn't. After all, I surely didn't want to get caught in their middle. You came back a while after. You had been screaming, arguing and Xiaoyu left. Eventually she completely forgiven you (and me) and she came back in the house. It didn't take her to do so : not even two days.
Here by my side, it's Heaven.
Everything was alright until the freakin' phone call. We used to go out a couple of hours almost every night, you, Xiaoyu, some of your friends and me. The perfect world, the universe I always dreamed of: calm life, in a suburban area, un-populated, green everywhere, kids playing in the streets... the place I wanted to go for so long.
But when people say little things don't make the difference, they're wrong. Sometimes 10 seconds can destroy your world.
The phone rang at about noon. With Xiaoyu cooking and you in the shower, I had to answer. At first I didn't notice who was speaking, but that voice seemed familiar. Then, it came back to me. It was Heihachi Mishima, your grandfather. That crazy old man who’s wearing diapers and who’s still fighting in tournaments. How much do I hate that guy! Without him, I would've never lost Baek. He didn't kill him directly, but he is responsible for his death. After all, he released Toshin from his sleep. One thing though : without all that shit, I would've never met Julia, Xiaoyu or you. I would probably be more desperate for attention and love than I was a couple of months before.
Here by my side, you are destruction
We left our happy, peaceful life to one I loved until all my friends were gone : street life. Now we're both chased, our heads hunt down for recompense. You because you have the Devil gene, me because..... Because... hell I don't know! Maybe because I'm your lover or because I tried to kill Heihachi, shit like that... you get the pic. Before, it's was easy hiding from the police and all. A backstreet full of gangs and they would back up. But I doubt the Tekkenshu will back up from that.
And even though it’s you they’re chasing, even though I could held you responsible for what’s happening to me, the destruction of everything I know… it doesn’t matter.
Here by my side, a new color to paint the world
But at least I'm not alone in this. Alone I'd kill myself or beg for them to kill me. I'm with you, and that's a good thing. Without you I'm scared, when you go up at night to go to the bathroom or get a glass of water, I'm scared at the idea that the Mishima has found us, sent in people to our hotel room and take you away from me. I still have nightmares, I often wake up crying, screaming to you to defend yourself or sobbing over your death. Then you usually shake me until I snap out of it, kiss me and hold me tight. I'm really paranoid now. I always look back on the streets, something I've never done before. I'm not the same person I used to be. Not at all.... do the people who knew me recognize me anymore. Well physically I haven't changed at all: same red hair, brown eyes, but maybe I lost a few pounds (which makes me looks even more feminine than before).
It’s those days and nights that’ll have me at the end. It’s what’s driving me crazy, to the point I don’t know if I want to go on…
Never turn you back on it
Never turn your back on it again
Here by my side, it's Heaven
But as long I'm with you, everything is going to be fine. But what if something happened to you? What if....
Careful, be careful
This is where the world drops off
Where the world drops off
Careful, be careful
Now we have to pay attention to everybody in the streets. I always had to do that, but it's worse now. I feel like all those people are there to kill us, or at least hurt us pretty bad. I hate this feeling, the feeling that everybody wants us hurt, alone, in prison, precisely in death row, waiting for our time to come. As if living my life wasn't enough... and yours must be even worse. Chased to death by your own grandfather…
And you breathe in
And you breathe out
Just the fact that you live is enough for them to stop us. We're trying to live anyway. They won't take us easily, believe me. A stubborn street kid and a demi-demon traveling together. Until they kill one of us, we'll always live no matter what. We have to live. If we don't the Mishima Zaibatsu will try everything to dominate the world because they'll have the Devil gene in their dirty hands, and they'll use it to no good.
For it ain't so weird
How it makes you a weapon
For it means gold. It means invincibility, immortality…
And power.
All of those are worse than atomic bombs or nuclear attacks.
And you give in
And you give out
For it ain't so weird
How it makes you a weapon
I know you, Jin. You’ll never give up. You’d never do such a thing. You’ll never give in for the Mishima Zaibatsu. You’ll never let yourself be dragged to a level of human weapon.
And please…
Never turn your back on it
Never turn your back on it again
Don’t die out there. Don’t let them get us.
Careful, be careful
Be careful, Jin. Because they are coming for us, once again.
Here by my side, it's Heaven…
Here by my side………
Stay with me, by my side. Forever.
…The end…
A/N 2 : Now, got to focus on my other fics. It’s just that this one has been sitting too long on my comp and I had to finish it n.n;;;.
