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Hiro deserved a punch for that attitude. He, the Blood Talon, deserved some slack after being scared and hurt like that! Shooting him down for patronizing even, sheesh. But punching the guy wasn't strategic. It could even bring out the devil form again. And besides, an infinite amount of favours sounded good, even if he wasn't shameless enough to take blatant advantage of that.

It wasn't too hard finding the others. They did so rather suddenly, actually, at least as far as the Blood Talon was concerned. His mind was too busy pondering that damn riddle to pay proper attention. More important than sex, and dedication and possessiveness were not even a fraction of it. Power was a wrong answer, and a demon couldn't possibly seek love. What was it after?

Hwoarang had immediately rushed over to him, a hand going into his hair, and another inspecting his shirt. "What the fuck happened here?" His hand left the hair and cautiously brushed over Blood Talon's bruised jaw. "Jesus Christ, BT, you're more banged up than I am!"

Blinking slowly, Blood Talon diverted his eyes. As he glanced over at Hiro, he saw the Japanese looking at him too. It wasn't like he felt overly inclined to tell more people about his weakness and humiliation, but what other answer was there to that question? Try to joke it away? Like that would work...

The decision was made for him. Hiro, gazing around at the group, spoke in a clear and indifferent tone, "He fell into a pit with an alligator, and I panicked. The demon came out and this is the result."

"I should have known this was your doing." Hwoarang's eyes darkened with loathing as he let go of BT and moved toward Hiro. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders, obviously preparing for something physical. "Gonna blame it on the demon again? Poor little Hiro has no control over his own body. Well if it's the demon taking all the heat, what the fuck am I talking to you for? You its secretary? Well, I've got a message for the CEO." With that warning, Hwoarang's fist shot out, getting Hiro right across the face.

Oh, great. That was going to solve a whole lot. And to make things interesting, Jin was making his way over as well. Were they all going to line up and punch Hiro until the devil surfaced again? With a frown, the Blood Talon took a step away from them, not overly keen on more violence.

Hiro's eyes sparked with a brightness for only a moment as he glared at his attacker, but he kept his composure, only moving to gingerly touch his own face where he had just been hit. "Are you finished, Hwoarang? I'd appreciate it if you didn't lure it back out; I would not want to be responsible for more of your injuries as well."

"Oh you'd love that, wouldn't you?" The accusing voice was hissed out. The angry Korean grabbed the front of Hiro's shirt and got right in his face. "How do we know you don't control it? Maybe you have perfect control and you're just using this fucking plea of insanity to excuse your attempts to molest the boss."

"That's a real bad way to feed it, Hiro." Jin's deep voice came from behind Hwoarang. "When I suggested you satiate its hunger, I didn't mean let it loose on innocent people. There are better ways."

The aggravation on Hiro's face was growing by the second. He took a deep breath and attempted to speak calmly, but his voice was beginning to waver with anger. "I did not 'let it loose'. When I panic, it takes over, whether I want it to or not. I black out. Next time it comes out maybe you can ask it what will keep it satisfied." He glared angrily at Hwoarang. "Let go."

Jin scowled back at him. "It's not that hard to keep it under control. I manage, Kazama manages, hell, even Doormat manages. Are you really claiming you have inferior abilities to Doormat?" He shook his head with annoyance. "We need to do something about this."

There was sarcastic laughter at that. "If Doormat even has a demon inside him, I will be incredibly shocked. If it comes out and doesn't start sobbing at the first sign of remote danger, then I will fear for mankind. You can criticize my lack of control until you're content with your own badgering, but it will not do any good." Hiro, finally fed up, grabbed the hand on his shirt and gave it a sharp twist.

Hwoarang let go and yelped at the sudden force. He hopped back and looked down at his arm as if it had offended him before sneering up at Hiro. "Bitch..."

Rolling his eyes, Jin took Hwoarang's place. "No good? Well, tell me then, Mr. High and Mighty... what will do any good? This can't go on, you know."

"I know it can't go on! Do you really think I want this to continue? I go to sleep just fine, and I wake up with blood on my hands. I hate hurting people. I hate that every single night while I'm sleeping, I shame myself in some way and I don't even recall how! You've told me I have to feed it, but there's only one thing I know it wants, and that's the Blood Talon." Hiro took a step back and glanced worriedly over at BT.

What was that look supposed to mean? The Korean shivered from the feeling that he was being watched by two beings, not just one. He shook his head, moving over to the two Japanese, resting a hand on each's shoulder. "You're right, Jin. We'll have to do something. But not right here and right now. Let's all have a think about it, and we can discuss it later when everyone's calmed down."

Hwoarang moved over to slip an arm around BT's waist. "Sounds like a good idea to me. Before we do anything, I'm taking you back to the building so we can slap some alcohol and bandages on you, and fix your hair. It'll only take a minute."

With a grin, the Blood Talon nodded. Getting out of there sounded like a mighty fine idea right now. "Let's go then," he responded, "maybe I should make a phone call too..." It was probably hoping for too much, but the organization could have thought of the possibility of unruly devil forms... it was worth a shot.

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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