Like Twins

It was all for nothing. At least, that was what Kazama thought. A mission from someone they didn't know, with a purpose they didn't know, by following a plan nobody had. What was wrong with these seven people going along with it? At least he was there, and he wouldn't be fooled that easily. He'd hold everyone who were, accountable. They would regret everything soon enough.

And the current; a team building session? With four Jins and four Hwoarangs? Well, really, he could stretch to two Jins and one Hwoarang - Hiro, himself and the Blood Talon - what the others were, was hard to say. It pained him to watch Jin, but even more so to watch Doormat. Every time that little brunette was referred to by his name, he came an inch closer to twisting that worthless neck.

None of them were worthy of his attention. He had more important things to do. Like prepare for his destiny through meditation and training. But this particular session he had decided to go along with; it seemed important for progress. And progress was good; the faster this went, the faster he could go about his destiny afterwards. Perhaps there was even a fair bit of destiny within this mission.

The 'obstacle course' had seemed ridiculously easy, perhaps suited to the average high school youth. Well, that was, ridiculously easy to most of them. Babo had needed help for everything requiring strength, climbing ropes for example. Whereas Doormat needed help and reassuring for every single obstacle on the way. Why on Earth was that imbecile part of the group?

And then he watched that brunette stop in front of a tiny brook, then start crying. "I can't swim!" He weeped, giving the running water a bewildered look.

That was ridiculous. Kazama felt the anger flow up inside, and knew that if he didn't vent it, he would transform. "Worthless." He said with a scowl, taking a step back to pick the Doormat up, then jumped across holding the little guy. Well over, he slammed the brunette back first against a tree. "You can't swim? If you were Jin Kazama, you'd have grown up in Yakushima. Swimming would be your number one hobby."

He paused to let out a feral snarl, then rammed his eyes into the smaller man. Eye contact lasted about a tenth of a second before the Doormat Yankee resumed crying, looking at the ground. But Kazama wasn't done. "You need help with an obstacle course? This should've been easy for you! If you were Jin Kazama, you'd be stronger than all these redheads. And you're crying!" He growled, shooting a hand forward to grab the Doormat's throat.

"Hey!" One of the Koreans shouted from somewhere behind him. A hand landed on his shoulder and Hwoarang moved around to stand steadily beside him. "It's not his fault the idiots who put this together screwed up on him. You're not cowardly enough to hurt this helpless little girl, are you, Kazama? Get your fucking hands off him."

That disrespectful copy! How dare it tell him what to do?! Kazama beamed with anger, sending off a full-force punch towards the Korean's face. It was promptly blocked, and the raven-haired man spun his body around in a powerful back kick, which apparently hit Hwoarang with complete surprise. A moment later, the redhead was on his back in the brook. "Do not interfere." Kazama said with narrowed eyes, then turned his attention back to Doormat.

Hwoarang grunted as the Blood Talon came and helped him to his feet. He pushed his dripping hair out of his face and glared at Kazama. "I'll stop interfering when you leave him alone, goddamnit!" He started forward, a low growl in his throat as he balled one hand into a fist.

When the Blood Talon wrapped an arm around him and spoke mildly, "Hey..." It was enough to make the man stop and sneer indignantly.

Enough time wasted on the Koreans. Kazama glared at Doormat, grabbing the guy's throat again as he raised his voice. "You're showing emotions. You're pathetic! The only forgivable emotion to display is anger. Righteous anger! You're a ridiculous excuse for a martial artist, you're a shame for every Japanese, and you definitely aren't me." He paused to draw a deep breath, then leaned forward to growl loudly in the brunette's ear. "If you call yourself by my name again, I will kill you."

With a deep breath, the fire inside was put out. As he released the smaller form, he saw it fall to the ground in a heap, crying having subsided to weak, stuttered sobs. Kazama blinked slowly a few times, then turned and continued onwards.

Hwoarang muttered after him, "Who the fuck would want to be like you?" There were a few splashes and then the voice came again. "Come on Doormat, I'll give you a ride. Get on my back."

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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