Like Twins

Hwoarang scowled and moved toward the back to lean against the wall beside the emo lookalike. "Well isn't this nice, everyone is so obedient. Alright, Skippy, go ahead and give us our mission, will ya? And don't be stingy with any details about a reward."

It took a split second from the mention of the word 'obedient' until the real Jin flashed him a scowl. "Stay silent and listen. One'd think you knew better than opting for defiance now, but maybe you're too much of a wimp? Big mouth when it's pointless, silent when it matters?"

"When it matters? I don't know what the Hell you're on about, dick. It seems to me a reward would matter a whole Hell of a lot. I ain't putting up with you for free." Hwoarang flashed a bitter smile and looked at the businessman. "Please, I'm begging you man, tell us what you have to tell us before he opens his mouth again."

The man looked down at his wristwatch, then frowned. "I'm running late," he said in a rushed voice, "but I'll be quick." He dug through the pile of sheets, picking one out and replacing the one on the projector. "G Corporation has acquired a special energy source," he pointed up at an easily recognisable shape on the projection, "and it's heavily guarded. If you can't take it or destroy it, it's only a matter of weeks before the world comes to an end." Flashing a quick, insincere smile, he took the rest of the sheets under his arm, walking towards the door. "Have a nice day, gentlemen."

Emo Hwoarang pushed away from the wall, showing vaguely lazy annoyance. "That's it? How are we supposed to believe it when the one delivering the mission doesn't seem to give a shit?" He looked around and in a much more enthusiastic tone added, "we're going up against the G Corp? So that means... Your dad."

The leather boy pushed his chair back, moving up next to the projector. As he gazed over the group, he got a determined expression on his face. "Alright. We have a few things to figure out. First of all, do we want to do this?"

"No." The real Hwoarang muttered under his breath as he walked over to hop on the table by the Jin he considered to be the original, "but I don't think we have much of a choice. Some of us can't fly away if things get tough, and there's no way I'm going up against those guys with the guns."

"Fly?" The petite brunette sobbed, "I'm afraid of heights..."

The most recently arrived Jin looked rather determined. "Saving the world is our destiny. Whoever doesn't want to take part in that, there is the door." He pointed demonstratively with his finger, gazing over the group.

"No one with any brains is going out that door, so let's just get down to business." Hwoarang grinned and eyed the girly version of his rival. "Although maybe it would be a good idea to get to know each other a little better before we get to dealing with the G Corp. Hey Jin, why couldn't you be that cute and submissive?"

The leather boy gazed over the raven-haired men; all three seeming rather annoyed. "Unless you want to get beaten up by a group of angry guys, I guess you should address one at the time. We have a complication by sharing names... we'll have to get past that, somehow."

The skinny redhead nodded and stood up to face the group better. "He's right. We should rename everyone. But we should probably not put that duty in the hands of certain members of this group. I wanna be Blood Talon!"

Emo redhead and the self-proclaimed original Hwoarang both laughed at that, the latter almost falling off the table. He calmed down with a grin and a deep breath. "Well how d'ya like that! My clone is delusional! Okay, seriously though, I call dibs on Hwoarang, and he," indicating the original Jin, "should stay Kazama."

"I don't care whether you want to be Blood Talon," the leather boy spat. He had seemed rather calm until this point, but that obviously struck a nerve. "You have no idea how hard I worked for that. It's mine." Then he turned towards Hwoarang with a smirk. "Hwoarang? That's too ambiguous. You can be 'Obnoxious Wimp'. Everyone will know who we mean with that."

"Who are you calling a wimp?" Any laughter he had left was long forgotten as he turned to glare venomously at the leather bitch. "You're the one with your head so far up that imposter's ass that you can't fucking think for yourself. Don't even think about calling me a wimp again, you cu-"

"Stop it," the ethical Jin said calmly. His eyes were closed and his head was lowered as if he were trying to shut the others out of his world. After a brief pause, he continued quietly, "you two can fight after we get this issue settled. I've lived by another name in the past; I can do it again if someone else insists on not changing."

"Good," the last black-haired arrival said, "because if someone should go by the name of Kazama, that should be me." The first-arrived Jin seemed to consider that for a while, then shrugged, gazing calmly over the others.

"So..." The leather boy said somewhat impatiently, looked around, ending up addressing the skinny one. "Find yourself a new one. Slim? Tiny?"

The skinny one's face crinkled in offense. He huffed and narrowed his eyes at the other. "Fine. I'll choose another name if you're going to be such a jerk about it. I'll go by the name Baek."

Now that was just going to far. Hwoarang balled his hands into fists and started toward that twiggy little brat. "You've got a lot of nerve even speaking that name! I ought to bash a little more sense into that pea brain of yours if you think you can insult my master like that!"

"Actually," the leather boy responded, "where I come from, Korea, it's actually a common surname. But neither of you have ever been there, I suppose." He chuckled lightly to himself, then added, "Babo sounds like a good name, doesn't it?"

"I know it's a goddamn surname. I didn't say any different, did I?" Hwoarang growled, growing more frustrated as he couldn't decide who to yell at next. With an aggravated shudder, he focused his gaze on the real Jin, as if that sight would help get his anger under control. "Babo sounds suiting enough for him, I think we'll all agree on that one."

Jin scowled back at him, then leant over to whisper something in the ear of the raven-haired guy next to him; the one who had insisted on Kazama being his. The guy thought for a while, then nodded, and they both pushed to their feet. "We should split in two," Jin said determinedly, "otherwise we'll end up doing more in-fighting than trying to save the world." He smirked at the guy next to him. "Kazama here is with me. And then..." he furrowed his brows in thought, then nodded at the seated Jin and the skinny redhead, "you and you."

Hwoarang's mouth dropped open in disbelief. After a moment of struggling to think of a retort that wouldn't betray himself, he sat down in a chair and crossed his arms, glaring at a spot on the table. "I don't know what I was thinking expecting you of all people to not be a total prick. I don't give a shit, do what you want."

The skinny one stubbornly shook his head. "I'm not leaving my Jin!"

Glancing over the group and discovering he and the guy next to him being the only ones in favour of the idea, Jin shrugged. "Fine, don't say I didn't try. Kazama, when you want to save the world, I'm with you." Then he pushed to his feet, walking over to stand behind Hwoarang, sliding one hand onto his leather-covered shoulder, the other grazing his neck as he leant down to whisper, "I like how you can't bear the thought of not being near me..."

Suppressing a shiver, Hwoarang kicked his feet up to rest on the table as he casually responded. "Uh huh, well don't let it get to your head. I just think you'd be useful in comparison to some of these other dipshits."

"What I like best about your denial," Jin responded in an amused whisper, "is that you have a fair idea what you're missing." He abandoned Hwoarang, instead wandering over to the emo redhead, wrapping a reassuring arm around him. He glanced at the seated Jin and said, "your turn."

The man blinked calmly and then looked at the others. "If they're giving us the freedom to choose how we go about completing this task, I think we should go somewhere else to plan. Somewhere they can't listen in. They may claim to be the good guys, but we can't be entirely sure, can we?"

Vague traces of a smug smirk crept on the emo's face as he glanced at Jin. "Well, hotel rooms wouldn't be safe. They could easily bug those and any of our homes, couldn't they? What about Julia's? She's got an apartment here still, I think..."

The leather boy took the remaining overhead sheet and the papers the businessman had left behind, then smirked at the seated Jin. "I'm all for leaving... so how do we get them to permit us to leave?"

That amused the real Jin - or at least, the first-arrived Jin - greatly. With a light chuckle, he shook his head. "As if they'd dare prevent us..."

"Narcissism aside," the seated Jin said, casting an expressionless glance at the real one before looking back to the leather Hwoarang. "They have to let us leave. We can't do this mission from this room. As long as we tell them we've all agreed to cooperate, I'm sure they won't argue..." He paused and got up to head toward the door. "I'll go talk to them and call a cab while you guys work out where to go."

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