Twisted Affair

After about ten minutes of heavy manual labour, they gazed down into the big opening they had uncovered. Something resembling steps seemed to lead down into the darkness, and Jin stuck something into his hand. By the time the redhead had identified the item as a flashlight, his rival had already switched on his and climbed over the remaining rocks to start descending.

There were a lot of things that he would do for Jin, but venture into that dark place without knowing what kind of wild animals and insects were in there? Probably rabid bats and rodents. Still, he figured he hadn't much of a choice unless he wanted to sit back and do nothing, so he reluctantly followed the man in. "As if I don't stumble enough around here in broad daylight... This oughta be fun. So, Mr. Oracle. Was this cavern here this morning? Please tell me you know where you're going."

Watching the light flicker around, he started to doubt it, and got confirmation soon after. "It's not like I've been here before. Should be simple, though. It's a big, light blue stone set in a silver frame, probably hanging in here somewhere." The cave split into two tunnels less than five meters in, and without further hesitation, Jin turned left. The redhead wondered whether there was a reason for that; otherwise, why would he head straight for the stench? The atmosphere of the place was greatly unsettling - although they were clouded by darkness at this point, there was a definite feeling of being watched.

Well if he didn't know where he was going, it would be pointless to go in the same direction. It would cover more ground if they split up. Hwoarang rolled his eyes and went toward the other tunnel, stepping in something he could only hope was water. "I was just starting to get used to this whole nature thing," He muttered as he took one last glance at Jin. "I hate caves. They're creepy and dark and there's something really wrong about this one... Ugh, there's slime on the walls."

Shaking his head, Hwoarang went deeper into his tunnel. His mutterings, having switched to Korean and dropped in volume, were mostly just to warn any wild animals that he was coming - he didn't want to spook anything and have to get teeth pulled out of his ass. As kinky as it sounded, he wasn't into animals. When he got fairly deep into the cave, he paused and looked around. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he started to have a really bad feeling about his current position. Maybe it was best to let Jin deal with the search, so he could go back up where there was light.

He heard a loud crack in the direction he came from, before a deep, monotonous hum filled the cave. It was probably not very loud, but with no other sounds around, the volume made him shiver. Becoming concerned about his rival's safety, Hwoarang turned around to head back. His feet suddenly flew out from under him, having slipped on another wet spot, and he landed painfully on his back. His head banged against a rock but thanks to a thick layering of what he guessed was moss, it hadn't hurt too bad beyond just disorientating him for a moment. That was lucky, even if it probably killed and shook up a few billion braincells.

As he stared up with great annoyance, cursing nature and all its irritating mysteries, a flash of silver and blue caught his eye. On the ceiling? No, that was a reflection in a stone or crystal or something. Hwoarang got up and tried to get closer to figure out the angle it was reflecting. He turned in a few slow circles until he spotted a gleam in the wall and there it was, jammed between two stones, and being gnawed on by a rat. He kicked the wall near the hole to make the rat scamper away and then grabbed the amulet, ready to rush back and show off to Jin. "I'm not totally incompetent after all!"

Something stopped him. Maybe he shouldn't give it to Jin. Maybe it would be in his best interest to hold onto it for awhile and decide how to handle it later? The Korean slipped it into a pocket on the inside of his jacket, and then started back through the tunnel to find Jin.

He hadn't get too far past the split by the entrance when a screech sounded out. Was that one of the bats he had expected? If so, it sounded like quite a giant. Although the reasonable thing to do would be to run out, he couldn't do that. Had to look for Jin. He hurried further towards the stench, which was turning increasingly disgusting with every step. As he got further, there was a soft gleam of light through a crack in the ceiling.

When the tunnel widened significantly - almost like a big, rock-carved room - he spotted the Japanese in a fighting stance, carefully watching a group of four rodents. A shudder went down his spine as he looked at the disgusting saliva dripping from their mouths. Probably could get a variety of diseases if one of those got in a bite. Hwoarang had never seen anything like them before; and judging by the green glow in their eyes, he assumed those drooling cat-sized mice weren't natural. Something was really wrong about this.

Once Jin spotted him, he eased his stance for half a second to point towards something higher up on the wall next to the Korean. "Watch out," he insisted in a firm hiss. "Stand back, Hwoarang. It's poisonous."

With a quirked brow, Hwoarang gazed up where the raven-haired youngster had pointed, using his flashlight to see better. It only took a second's glance into the cone of light to see why the raven-haired man was worried about him; the huge black and red spider he was watching seemed to be Ogre's distant cousin, both in colour and the glow - few things were more disturbing than redglowing spider eyes.

"Poisonous?" Hwoarang quirked a brow at the ugly thing, and took another step closer, partly out of defiance and partly to try and determine whether it was about to attack or not. It seemed to be on the defensive, but maybe it always acted like that? Almost angry that something so much smaller than him would have the nerve to try and scare him, he curled his lip up in a taunting smirk and then decidedly threw caution to the wind and walked forward. "I don't give a flying rat's ass if it's poisonous. My boot's still bigger." He jumped up, spinning around and kicked out at the spider. It let out a quiet sound, probably of pain, as it crawled into a crack in the wall.

The Korean cast a worried glance over at his companion, but Jin only let out a light pant, licking his lips and eyed the redhead's body before returning his attention to the over-sized rats. Quite a relief; Hwoarang had thought with that love of nature, Jin would be mad that he killed the spider.

A second later, the cave exploded in action. Another two rodents came rushing out of a small hole, and Jin started moving with a flurry of kicks, the occasional punch thrown in. Hwoarang gawked for a few moments in poorly concealed admiration, then decided he'd help out, jumping in and joining the fun.

It didn't take long for all rodents to be lying dead on the ground, but something caught the redhead's attention in the corner of his eye. It was the spider from before, jumping out at him. He dodged quickly, then as it fell towards the cave ground, Hwoarang smirked. "Back for more?" He said tauntingly. With a swift motion of his leg, he stomped down on the wounded creature, very grossed out by the resulting sound. "Ew..."

He heard his rival moan, and a split-second later, strong arms wrapped around him. As the Japanese grinded his groin insistently up against his backside, the lustful breath formed a loud whisper into his hair. "Damnit, Hwoarang, you are too hot for words. Let's go outside for a bit." Not waiting for a response, the raven-haired man immediately started pulling him backwards towards the entrance.

Surprised at the reaction and somewhat confused at what triggered it, the Korean looked back over his shoulder. "And here I was starting to feel welcome in this beautiful cave. Kazama... Don't you wanna search more? Who knows, it might have been right there."

That didn't slow the guy down the slightest. He felt Jin's tongue dance rapidly over his neck before the Japanese leant forward to speak into his ear. "The amulet can wait. I want your ass now." They stumbled a bit when they reached the stairs, but somehow managed to avoid falling.

Well that made it fairly obvious what was on that man's mind. Hwoarang ran a hand over one of the muscular arms as he tried to think of a way to avoid Jin finding the amulet. It was in his coat so maybe it wouldn't be too hard, and if he felt it, he could always just claim it was his keys or something. But at the moment, he hardly wanted to give up the attention he had somehow earned. "You are unbelievable. I got spider guts all over my boot, and you're turned on? If I had known that was all it took to get you all horny, I'd have started killing things a long time ago."

Jin moaned loudly against his neck while at the same time bringing a hand down to nudge the redhead's groin. "Yeah, kill things for me, my big, strong Korean bitch." He chuckled for a bit, before sighing and slowing down his pace a bit, now that they were almost at the surface. "Man, I've been horny ever since I woke up, but thought I'd wait to let your ass rest. But that Tae Kwon Do of yours is such a turn on, I can't wait any longer. Wanna teach me sometime?"

"Yeah, I'll teach you anything you want, so long as it continues to turn you on." He panted, having great trouble trying not to succumb to the embrace. Not yet. He had to get his jacket off before it could get him in trouble. "Just... Can I at least go rinse my boots off before the gunk dries on them? There's nothing sexy about slimy boots."

With a soft groan, Jin took a firmer grip around him and lifted him out over the remaining rock fragments. "If you're real quick. Then you can show me Tae Kwon Do in the nude." He let go and moved a bit to the side, leaving his jacket on a clean spot on the ground and moving to sit down on it.

Hwoarang blinked, completely unsure of how to take that suggestion. Though, considering how the Japanese seemed to be all ready to watch a show, it was probably more of a demand. He gazed at Jin for a moment and then hurried over into the trees to ditch his coat and take off his boots to leave soaking in a very shallow puddle. Hopefully bugs or animals wouldn't decide to take refuge in his boots; he'd have to remember to check before he put them back on later.

It was probably wise to not keep Kazama Jin waiting, so the redhead walked out of the trees, removing his vest as he made his way to a relatively level area. The less chance of tripping, the better. As he started unfastening his jeans, he frowned skeptically. "You don't really wanna see me flopping around, do you? Can I keep my underwear on?"

Making a show of considering that, the Japanese answered while glancing intently at his legs. "Maybe... for a little while." He started grinning smugly as he leant back a little, resting comfortably against a tree. "Start with the really cool stuff. I can only resist your ass for so long."

"Just what kind of cool stuff do you expect me to do? All the really cool moves require an opponent, but okay, I'll try my best." He pushed his pants down to his ankles and stepped out to kick them out of the way. With a deep breath, he fell into his fighting stance and took a brief moment to plot what he would do first. There were some really cool kick combos he could do that weren't too hard. "If I end up looking like a dork doing this practically naked, you'll be on the receiving end of the finale, Master... Though that might be fun."

Jin smirked lightly at that. "If so, you'll have to go easy on my left hand..." As he waited impatiently for the show to begin, he fished the bottle of lubricant out of his jacket pocket, resting it in his lap and absently fiddling with the cap.

Figuring the man was a bit impatient, the redhead brought his arms down and his leg up to start it off with a high kick. There was no doubt he was feeling fairly ridiculous, but he tried to think of it as one of the many demonstrations he had done for his Sensei... The only difference was the lack of clothing, and his sensei had never watched while fiddling with a bottle of lube.

Well, at least he gave it a try. After going through a few of the simpler kick combos, he moved over to the edge of the level area. Hoping that'd give him enough room, he started out on his longest string of attacks. By now he was sufficiently into it to voice up for good measure, and a quick glance over at the Japanese revealed that his efforts were well received. As the combo finished, he turned to bring a forceful kick down on a branch, breaking it on impact.

Getting to his feet, Jin smiled intently as he made his way over. "This is just so... right." He brought his right hand to trace Hwoarang's flexed chest muscles, blinking slowly before assuming eye contact. "You're meant to be my bitch, and I'll never let you go." He wrapped his left arm lightly around the Korean to pull him closer, hissing lustfully into his ear. "And I'm not saying that just because I'm horny. If that's not what you're setting out to be, you'd better let me know damn quickly, because the longer this lasts, the more possessive I'm going to be."

Did that mean the show was over? Good thing. He was about to joke and say it wasn't what he wanted, but he remembered that Jin wasn't typically a fan of being teased. Instead, he brought his arms up over his rival's shoulders and then seized the lips in a playful, yet brief, kiss. "Is that so? Just how possessive do you think you'll become, Master? Like, in the psychotic 'If-you-look-at-another-man-I'll-kill-you-and-hide-the-body' kinda way, or the romantic 'If-another-man-touches-you-I'll-kill-him-and-hide-the-body' kinda way, or what?"

"Hmmm... yes." The Japanese reached down and pulled a bit at Hwoarang's underwear. He smirked as he flickered his tongue over the redhead's face, and soon leant over towards the ear again. "But not quite. For one thing, I don't tend to hide bodies." Taking a second to steady his breath, he spoke in a serious voice. "I'm not joking, Hwoarang. We can go separate ways today if that's what you want, but if you come with me to Shikoku, that's final." His hand soon rested firmly on the Korean's now bare backside, and he grinded his fabric-trapped manhood impatiently against a thigh.

"How the fuck can you even suggest that I turn back now while you're giving me a fucking hard on? That's a cheap shot, man." Hwoarang shivered with delight and gave off a throaty laugh. His eyes drifted down Jin's body as he contemplated what he had been told. Strangely the idea of it being final - whatever that was supposed to mean - excited him to no end. "You should know by now, Jin, that I have every intention of following you wherever I can. What the fuck do you think I have been doing for the past two years? Baking cookies?"

As Jin's hand left his backside, he heard a familiar sound - the cap of the bottle going off. It didn't take long until the expected intrusion came, and the finger delved deep almost immediately. After a gentle, yet pleasurable stroke of the special place within him, the Japanese finger was pulled back out. "Tell me, then. What have you been doing for the past two years?"

With a soft moan, the Korean's eyes closed and he ran his fingers through the silky Japanese hair. There was absolutely no thought process involved in what he mumbled, for his mind was monopolized by his rival's actions. "I told you, didn't I? I've been waiting for you, preparing for you, and trying to become stronger than you. You kept disappearing and I didn't know what the hell I was supposed to do but wait... That fucking panda girl was always in the goddamn way."

Smiling warmly before responding, Jin soon pushed two fingers against the redhead's opening. As they slipped inside, he spoke with weight. "At least now you won't have to wait any longer." He closed his eyes before tilting his head, the hand with which he held the bottle brought up to the back of Hwoarang's. Their tongues met shortly after, the stuttered pants resulting from the invading fingers drowning in their tongued caresses.

Even through the oncoming promise of pleasure, that statement reminded him of the amulet. Once the search was finished, would Jin disappear again? There were so many things that could ruin their fragile relationship at that point. He wondered if maybe he could get away with keeping his find a secret. He groaned and moved his hips back to encourage more. There was still the usual pain and awkwardness of intrusion, but he almost enjoyed that part as well. With a distracted smirk, he nuzzled Jin's neck and tugged at the man's shirt. "Now that's not true. I still have to wait for you to get your clothes off."

The Japanese rolled his shoulders, and with a few more motions inside the redhead, he pulled his fingers out. Starting to move around his companion, he took the bottle of lube over in his good hand in front of the Korean, taking ahold of the bad hand's sleeve quickly after. Hwoarang heard his rival's breath stop momentarily as he started tugging, and soon the garment joined the jeans the redhead had taken off. The black-haired man let his bare chest meet his companion's back, grinding a bit against the backside. Letting out a content groan at that, Jin coated his good fingers again, and brought them back to insert three through Hwoarang's entrance.

Turning his head to try and catch a glimpse of the look on his rival's face, the Korean panted through a light chuckle. That man was so very stubborn, and was probably suffering for it with that hand injury. "You know, since I'm not tied up this time, I could give you a helping hand with your pants at least... That is, if you'd allow it, Master Jin."

He felt his companion's hot breath against his neck and ear, the motions within him gradually turning more forceful and going deeper. As the bottle was put into his hand, Jin retracted his bad left hand to work his pants, keeping up the widening with the other. "Hold this for a bit," the Japanese added as an afterthought, "I know you're impatient to taste perfection, but we're getting there real soon."

Hwoarang's mind was spinning from the intensity of the internal treatment, and because of that, he nearly dropped the lube. That man's confidence and pride were certainly unparalleled. That, among other things, somewhat added to the experience. It wouldn't have been the same without it, not that Hwoarang really could say for sure with his lack of experience outside of the Mishima Family. It was true. He could feel it throughout his entire body; the anticipation and the impatience. "Nnh... I can't wait."

The fingers left his tunnel, and he soon heard the fly unzipped. When he saw Jin's hand sneak around him and gathering up a very generous amount of lubricant from the bottle, it wasn't exactly hard to know what it was for. When the hands rested on his hips, not much sticky fluid remained. Only a second passed before he felt the Japanese manhood push against his ring, forcing its way inside him. A pleased moan escaped Jin's lips while he slid inwards.

It hurt. Hwoarang cringed at the pain for a good few seconds and tried to force himself to relax. Once he was finally able to, he took a deep breath and shifted his legs further apart - not without a few curses in his mother tongue. The anticipation was met, but it was so frustrating not being able to do much.

While Jin's left arm held them firmly together, the right hand moved down to nudge his erection. He built up his thrusts to a slow, powerful rhythm, gradually settling his hand movements into it as the shallow pants picked up. Licking Hwoarang's ear, a beginning chuckle disturbed the Japanese's breath. When he eventually steadied it, the voice was deep and husky. "How am I doing, Sensei? Not bad for the first lesson?"

"Uh huh... You're a natural." Hwoarang tilted his head to the side away from the man's breath in an attempt to avoid being tickled to the point of laughter. He didn't think breaking into fits of sniggers would do much for the mood. He moaned softly before speaking again. "But I wouldn't recommend using this technique with an enemy. I'd get jealous."

Jin gave his cheek an enthusiastic lick before responding. "Oh, is that so... maybe we need to expand my reportoire, then." He started moving his entire body in with the slow thrusts, going almost out before driving all the way inside the Korean. The lust was still straining his voice greatly when he continued. "Show me how to punch, teacher."

After a gasp and a couple of heavy pants, Hwoarang took a moment to process the request. He had to be kidding. Punches? He was supposed to do punches while he was being fucked? At the same time, it wasn't all that surprising to have such odd demands from the man who had wanted him to do Tae Kwon Do in the nude. "... Seriously?"

Gradually going faster into him, while not reducing his power for a second, Jin's grip around the Korean's manhood tightened markedly. "Well, you're sexiest when you're kicking, but I don't think that's very feasible at this point." He paused to breathe and moan before continuing. "Or maybe you should just get down on the ground, talk dirty and beg. I like that a lot too." When Jin had finished speaking, he lowered his body to hit the sweet spot hard with every thrust, as if he wanted the pleasure to muddle the redhead's thinking as much as possible.

His body shuddered as the pressure built up. At that point, he probably would have done absolutely anything Jin said was sexy - to the best of his ability, anyway. He tried to focus his mind enough to make a fist, and after a few moments he succeeded. The real issue was being able to throw a proper punch in such limiting circumstances. Without further hesitation, he jabbed into the air.

"Yeah... knockout!" Jin moaned, before chuckling lightly. His acceleration stopped, the constant pace he was going at seemed to prolong things on purpose. Hwoarang could feel that the same plan applied to his manhood, as the wonderful waves through his mind kept him high with considerable pressure, but the brink was just there, right ahead, with no move made to reach it. It was difficult to enjoy the overwhelming pleasure through the rising anticipation, but his mind was distracted by words whispered into his ear. "Tell me who you are, Sensei."

The demands just kept coming. He groaned with confusion as he reached down and touched his rival's hand as if that would make it go faster. What was that question again? For a moment he couldn't even remember who he was, let alone any answer Jin would be going for. "Ah, I'm... Hwoa... I mean... Your bitch?"

"Pleased to meet you, Hwoa, my bitch." The Japanese leant back, rapidly pumping his companion as he pulled Hwoarang along with him. Not allowing for quite as deep thrusts, the position nevertheless was good enough to push the redhead violently over the edge, streams of white flying through the air. Jin laughed exhaustedly for a little bit as he moved back to the position they were in, gradually picking up pace again. "Two meters? Oh, you're such a manly bitch..."

"Fuck..." Hwoarang panted and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the rest of the ride. In his muddled state, the praise almost excited him until he remembered it was purposely patronizing. It didn't matter if it wasn't serious, he decided to be satisfied just hearing his rival's voice directed at him at a time like that. Just for a little fun before the Japanese could finish, he playfully cried out, "Oh, Master! Your big hard cock feels so fucking good!"

Jin groaned as he released, and with a content sigh he put his chin down on the Korean's shoulder, resting his head against the red hair as he thrusted in more gently a few times. Wiping himself off on the way out, he brought his good hand back to the pants, the other arm still wrapped around his companion. "I never thought learning Tae Kwon Do would be this much fun..."

"Really? If my training sessions had been like this, I might have learned faster... or slower, depending on how you look at it." Hwoarang laughed and leaned his head back. He was almost sad that it was over, but surely there would be plenty more in the future. Hopefully he had Jin hooked by then, but if not, he'd just work harder. "This is almost enough for me to reconsider my loathing of the great outdoors."

Using his arm as leverage, Jin pulled Hwoarang to lean backwards, just enough so that when he stepped aside, he could claim the Korean lips. The Japanese closed his eyes and kissed him softly, and during the kiss he gently pushed his companion further down until there was nothing keeping the redhead from falling backwards except Jin's arms holding him. As their lips parted, the raven-haired man went down to his knees, straddling Hwoarang as he laid him carefully down on the ground.

A friendly, relaxed smile coupled with the starry eyes above him almost made the Korean forget he was on his back on the ground in the middle of nowhere. Jin reached down to put a hand into the red hair, whispering softly. "Thank you for being my bitch, Hwoarang. Thank you for wanting me. I'm a man extremely difficult to please, but you're everything I need." He stopped to swallow, questioning eyes focusing on the deep brown Korean ones. "My life might not be nice and rewarding, but if you want to follow, I'm happy to share it with you. Is that what you want?"

That succeeded in making Hwoarang very happy. He suspected it wasn't often a Mishima - even under the pretense of Kazama - would admit to being so pleased with another living being. It was even cute that Jin kept asking if he was sure about going, but it wasn't very likely with that blatant arrogance that Jin would be expecting a negative answer. "Fuck yeah, it's what I want. You ain't getting rid of me that easily."

With a broader smile, the Japanese shifted, leaning down and kissing his companion again. His good hand brushed over Hwoarang's forehead, pushing the stray strands back. "I don't want to get rid of you. I want you with me wherever I go." Then his voice and stare hardened for a moment. "Don't you dare leave me now." Jin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and calm seemed to have returned when he laid down on top of the redhead, giving him a firm, possessive hug.

The response was quiet, almost a dreamy whisper as the Korean said, "Rest assured, I have no intention of letting you go anywhere without me." It certainly was a wish come true, having never imagined he'd have the chance to say something like that to Jin on such pleasant terms. He was very happy to know he was welcomed and didn't have to chase the elusive Japanese anymore. "But I'm still going to kick your ass in the next tournament."

Jin chuckled until the pants turned too lustful to support the noise. "You know, that'd be so sexy, I'd have to fuck yours all night. I doubt you'd be able to walk for days." An amused smile stayed on his face as he lifted his head to look intently at the nude body beneath him, until he added playfully, "But who needs walking... I can fuck you till you recover, and if your ass needs a rest, that works too.... you're real good at oral."

"Aww, I'm beginning to think you just like me for my body." Hwoarang faked a pout until he couldn't possibly stop himself from laughing. Sometimes Jin was just too hot to handle, and that was one of those times - maybe because the flattery was getting to his head. "I've never met anyone before who'd be turned on by getting their ass kicked, you fucking weirdo, but that sounds like a better reward than the Zaibatsu."

With a smile, the raven-haired man grazed his cheek. "Nah, you're right. Getting my ass kicked probably wouldn't turn me on. I wouldn't really know, I haven't tried that yet. It's certainly sexier if you beat someone else up." Pushing himself up off his companion, he stood up and offered a hand to pull Hwoarang up. "As enjoyable as this is, I guess we'd better go in and fetch the amulet. We've got a lot of time to enjoy each other somewhere safer later on... I got a bad feeling about staying for too long in this town."

That reminded him of the bad feeling he had earlier. Maybe that was what Jin was talking about? He accepted the hand and got up to his feet - somewhat shakily as a sharp pain reminded him of what his backside had just endured. Could it be the same peeping Tom from last time? He wouldn't be surprised if that pervert got off on watching his son fuck other men. "Yeah, alright. Go on and find it. You're close anyway, right? I'll get everything else ready to go."

Treating him to a long, thorough glance, Jin eventually smirked and moved over towards his sweatshirt. "Okay. If I'm gone for too long, you'd better come in and save me." He walked backwards the first few steps, seemingly unable to take his eyes off the Korean, before he turned around. Picking up the flashlight, he started descending down the stairs.

He was absolutely beaming. Now that was the kind of attention he had wanted all along, and the two-year wait had been worth it. He smiled to himself as he went past his discarded clothing toward where he had stashed his jacket. After making sure the amulet was still there, he took his boots out of the puddle and wiped them on a bush, until the spider guts and other scum from the cave floor were gone.

"Stealing from your lover? How devious of you."

Greatly annoyed by the appearance of Kazuya Mishima, Hwoarang slipped his jacket on for the sole purpose of not being completely exposed to that old bastard. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. I didn't steal anything from him. Now would you keep your fucking voice down? I noticed by now that you're into voyeurism, but some of us would like some privacy."

"If you wanted privacy, you wouldn't have been so eager to be fucked out in the open." Kazuya's typical smirk was plastered on his devilish face. The old man walked forward, and reached out to gently carress the Korean's face. When his hand was smacked away, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "So I take it you aren't interested in seconds? Well it's hardly important now, I'll get my turn with the bitch soon enough."

As if that were a cue, at least a dozen men in heavy armor walked out of the trees, all aiming semi-automatics at him. Shocked and confused, Hwoarang took a slow turn and saw absolutely no gap to escape. Didn't matter. Running wasn't his style. With a sneer and a shake of the head, he fell into his fighting stance, watching every single one of them with the corner of his eye. Even with a literal pain in his ass, he still wouldn't back down so easily.

"What do you think will be more important? Think the amulet will be better bait than the bitch? Since I'll have both, I won't likely fail this time, will I?" There was a hint of red in one of the eyes and the typical smirk looked almost psychotic. Kazuya snapped his fingers and all at once the men ran at Hwoarang.

Hwoarang was able to dodge and fight off a few of them, but eventually they were simply too many. They tackled him to the ground and he was bound by metal restraints. He grunted and continued to try and kick, but it was futile, and soon they were dragging him deeper into the trees. There was only one way out of it. "Fuck! Let me the fuck go, old man!" He kicked his boot off, trying to get it far enough that it would reach the cave, but certain it had fallen short. "Goddamnit!"

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That was Hwoarang yelling, no doubt about it. Jin spun around, starting to run back where he came from without bothering to wait for the illumination from the flashlight to be processed in his brain. He stumbled for a bit, but soon regained his balance, doing the stairs in leaps and bounds. Scanning the surroundings quickly, he couldn't see a trace - beyond a few of the redhead's garments on the ground. That was not a good sign.

"Hwoarang!" Jin screamed at the top of his lungs, and as he started to listen for a response, he heard some sort of mechanical sound accelerating. Given being far into the forest, that could only be whatever it was he sought, so without further hesitation, he sprinted off in that direction. Most people would trip and fall when running as fast as their legs would take them in the woods, but Jin had grown up in Yakushima - a place that provided all residents with plenty of time for forest life.

Furious shouts were heard for a short while before being completely drowned out by the noise, and soon the helicopter hovered up over the treetops. It rocked back and forth a couple times before leaning forward and going right over Jin's head. The door was wide open and Hwoarang was practically hanging right out of it, and roughly pulling the redhead back in by the waist was none other than Kazuya Mishima.

The fierce rage flowed up within the young Japanese, bringing the transformation threateningly close to the surface. He knew what it wanted, and Jin guessed that exact reaction had been Kazuya's goal with the stunt he had just witnessed. Knowing that it would play every card into his devious father's hands if he let it, he concentrated his mind on pushing it back. Now was not the time for destruction.

Of course, there was a bit of hypocrisy involved. Any risk-gain analysis would tell him to wait; the longer he waited, the less prepared the Zaibatsu would be for his arrival. However, waiting was completely out of the question. When he had finally found happiness in another human being, he wouldn't risk one of the evil powers killing the closest he had once again. His father might be someone he'd relate to deep down, but the devil had taken full control of that body a long time ago. Having Hwoarang with Kazuya was little better than with for example Toshin.

When he felt the family curse retract its claws from his spine, his own vengeful anger immediately took over. It was a desire to bring lots of pain and devastation, merely for the revenge it would constitute. Knowing that was not what he really wanted, he nevertheless let it boil. Focus and a death-defying passion would certainly prove necessary to get anywhere when he walked straight into the lion's den when the lion was sitting there waiting for him.

Pacing over towards the cave entrance, he gathered up Hwoarang's clothes. The conversation he would have with the redhead's friends soon bothered him greatly, but bringing the clothes could perhaps make it a little easier on him. He couldn't really take the bus and walk the last hours by foot; to take on someone of his own blood, he needed as good preparations as possible, and the aforementioned scenario simply didn't allow for that without delaying things greatly. Asking for help from Ha Neul and Jae Sun would be incredibly annoying, but it was a price he was willing to pay. He wanted his Korean back, and wouldn't leave it any longer than strictly necessary.

As he put the clothes in a pile and picked them up, he felt something hard against his wrist. Probably his friend's wallet, he concluded, but it didn't hurt to be sure. Reluctantly, he pulled the pants out from the pile, and his hand soon held the item in his hand. Hwoarang's key chain. A smug grin appeared on his face, despite the circumstances. Okay, that was annoyance he was spared of. He might not be as good a motorcycle rider as the Korean, but at least he'd be able to get where he was going on his own. No need to involve the big-headed guys back in the duplex.

He walked briskly back towards where Hwoarang had parked his bike, pulling a glove onto his good hand. Given the agony his left hand was in, he was thankful the glove was already on that hand. Whereas he'd certainly be able to ignore the pain for a minute to fight his father at full power, it was nevertheless nice not to have to pull one onto it now. Wondering for a moment if he should stop by the tent or perhaps somewhere else to bring something, he quickly dismissed that thought. His fists would have to do, as they always had before.

What would await him? It was impossible to know. Kazuya could use Hwoarang against him, making threats to make it resemble a hostage situation - perhaps even enforced mechanically. But Jin knew full well that complying to whatever demands was made had no likelihood of helping the redhead out. It would only put them both deeper into the mud. He needed cynical resolve - something the young Japanese had mastered long ago.

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This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here: http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260