Like Twins

This is what they have come to? The group was pathetic on so many levels, and the sad part was that he was no better. Hiro had found it mildly annoying when they had met outside the hotel and the Blood Talon had recruited Hwoarang and Jin for the trip to the organisation. That was definitely the wrong Japanese to choose, but he couldn't complain for fear of getting that Hwoarang all worked up. And then to top it all off, the fourth and final redhead, Zekkai had shown up, practically begging to be allowed to come. That earned him a few petty comments from his newest enemy, but there wasn't much argument beyond that.

All of them, the only one missing being Kazama, piled into a cab and after an uneventful trip, arrived at the organisation. The walk through the building was silent for the most part as well, save for Zekkai's attempts at engaging Jin in conversation. Hiro continued to mind his own business, following along behind the group, and watching the Blood Talon's back. That intriguing redhead seemed to enjoy leading the others. It was fascinating how obsessed with control he was, and Hiro suspected it was fed by insecurities. Normally that would annoy him, but this was different.

A couple of armed men were standing in front of the double doors that led to their destination. They took one look at the group and then they had their guns at the ready. "What's your business here?"

The Blood Talon smirked, snapping his fingers as he claimed eye contact with the one talking. "I've got a meeting scheduled with the project manager in a few minutes. He wanted me to bring my friends, so I did. Step aside."

"Well, aren't you important..." The guard leered at him and his partner laughed crudely. Whatever was funny, they got over it quickly. "We haven't had clearance to let you through yet. Go away."

"Away?" Quirking a brow, the Korean shook his head. "There's no time for that. Let him know we're here. The meeting is sharp on the hour. You don't want to waste your boss' time, do you?"

It wasn't looking good. The guard's eyes flashed with insult and he aimed his gun at the Blood Talon. "You think you can order me around? I know all about that experiment of theirs. If I blow a hole through your head, they'll just make another copy and it won't make the slightest difference!"

The panic was rising, and slowly mingled with a simmering anger. Hiro could feel a sweet relief of darkness overcoming him, and no matter how much he wanted to resist, his anger was too powerful. How dare those insignificant worms threaten his Korean? His head hurt as he felt the horns slowly protruding. They wouldn't live long enough to regret it. His fingers throbbed as sharp talons extended from them.

"Now that's where you're wrong," the Blood Talon hissed angrily, "if you even -"

Unleashing a greatly amused laugh, Devil Hiro stalked past the Korean and snatched the gun out of the stunned guard's hands. It handed the weapon to the Blood Talon and with a bloodthirsty grin, roughly grabbed the guard by the throat and squeezed. Watching that guard flop around beneath its grasp, and those beady eyes bulge only made Devil Hiro's grip tighten. Ripping that life so slowly from that body quenched a thirst inside of him that nothing else could. A trickle of blood seeped out of the struggling guard's mouth, making the creep look positively delicious.

The other guard turned and had just started to run. "Stop, or I'll shoot!" The Blood Talon shouted, gun raised and finger already on the trigger. The Korean didn't look particularly stable, perhaps a result of having that thing pointed at him less than a minute earlier.

Nothing was more tasty than cowards. Devil Hiro snapped the first guard's neck, and then turned to watch the entertaining scene for a moment. Its apetite was growing by the second, and it ran past the group after the fleeing guard. With a leap into the air, it came down on the man's back and yanked hard on the hair to expose the neck. Devil Hiro grunted hungrily and then sunk its teeth deep into the man's jugular.

The taste was pleasant, so pleasant that it was hard to care that the guard was fumbling around with his gun. It only took another second until Devil Hiro saw a barrel pointed at the guard's temple, and the Blood Talon yanked the guy's weapon away, then stepped away. Good boy not disturbing the meal...

"Holy shit." Someone was speaking. One of the Koreans, probably. Devil Hiro looked up to see the one called Zekkai walking towards him, eyes wide with awe. "That is so... hot."

Fascinating creatures those redheads were. Devil Hiro took one last bite, tearing out a chunk of the guards throat and swallowing it down. When it finally stood up and faced the approaching Korean, it caught sight of a smirk on the Blood Talon's face. The unworthy Hwoarang was fidgeting nervously. Pitiful creature, might make a nice snack later. It walked toward the others, paying no attention to the blood dripping from its mouth, and eyed its favourite version.

Zekkai stepped in front of the demon. A rather nervy copy, and for a minute, Devil Hiro was not amused. How dare a human think he could get in its way at such an important time? Couldn't that unworthy copy see that the Blood Talon was the priority? And then the human spoke, "Hiro... Will you please... you know... come somewhere with me?"

Unworthy indeed. The real Hwoarang would never stoop so low as to beg so shamelessly. The real one wouldn't be so foolishly needy! Silly clone... Hiro stopped and eyed the rest of the group. Dessert wasn't a bad idea. It grabbed the needy redhead by the shirt and threw him into an empty board room nearby, and followed, slamming the door closed behind it. The yelp that sounded off when the Korean landed brought a smirk to its face. "On all fours. Now."

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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