Meeting under a rainy sky

This was my first Fanfic ever, it still needs some touching up but I guess that it does not really matter since it's been over a year. It'S complete and over with.. sometimes I wish I had the patience to do a sequel to it ^^;

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As far as he could remember, they had fought. Of course, when entering a martial art contest, it was to be expected. Fighting was in his blood. Rage was a part of his soul. But when talking about this one, when talking about the Kazama boy, there was so much more to it than the casual anger following the flow of his blood. They had always fought over this or that, never had they been friend, yet deep inside he knew that the bond they shared was unique in its own little way. Even though he felt he hated the Kazama boy, he always longed to see him whenever a tournament was called. And this one was no exception...

It was raining, and it was cold. Water ran down Hwoarang's back leaving a long and painful shiver to run up his spine. He felt cold under this grey sky of march, yet he did not want to move yet. There was not much to see in this little street of Sidney. Time was dark and the clouds were heavy. The young korean boy knew that there was not much time left before the tournament was to be called, and that soon the fighting would start over. He was an escapee now. If one thing, he was glad he had come all this way from Korea, for he did not want to be chased down by his ex-comrads, no... he rather be in the crummy street waiting for something. Taking in a deep breath, he looked back over to the sky for a minute, he did not mind the drop of water which fell down from the pointy tip of his nose at that moment, everything was too calm to simply bother with details now.
A gentle laughter escaped him as he wondered, barely for a minute, how he ended up so far away from home. Of course, there was all this running away from the army camp, but he could have gone anywhere, even just goig to Japan would ahve been way enough... why so far? He could not tell, he could not even tell what he was waiting for in this little street, right at that moment, but his intuition was one of the rare thing that would never lie to him. Fighting would start soon, and that was his only pause before it.

"What the Hell are you doing so far away from your house, sissy korean?" The voice sent shivers through his bones, so much he barely noticed the rain for a moment. Jin Kazama. So that was what had called him so far away... to come all the way to Australia, there had to be a reason.

"I should ask you the same..." Hwoarang said, his voice dripping with a stern arrogance. He did not want to be taken off guard by the other man. There was too much at stake for him to give in any form of surprise from the youngest of the Mishima legacy. Slowly he turned around, very slowly, making time appear longer than it was, to make the other man linger. Jin was behind him, his brown eyes scanning his arch-rival silently. When Hwoarang turned to face him, he could only respond to the smirk that was given to him.

"Of course. But I asked first." The statement was true, but it did not imply anything.

"Do you often talk in the middle of a storm?" Not that Hwoarang wanted to avoid the question, but it was not the best timing, he was starting to get ass cold under the constant rain, and it was better not to get sick before the tournament was called. He tilted his head to the side and smiled to the other man. This smile was not an arrogant one, it was simply enigmatic, it was calling to something else than the rivalty that had been driving both of them for the past years. Hwoarang took a light bow before turning around to walk down the street. That was his own way to invite the other to follow him down the grey paved street, he did not know if it would be understood, but he did not want to insist either. So he simply walked to his hotel, not bothering to look back over his shoulder, but even in the rain, he could hear the soft yet assured footsteps following him.
Without a word, they soon made it to a hotel room, it was a small hotel to the turn of one of the secondary street. There was not much space, and only the necessary for survival, but it was warm and much more comfortable than the storm raging outside. The korean opened the door and lights in a single movement, dropping his wet coat over the back of a chair. He decided to ignore Kazama as he walked to his bathroom to grab a dry shirt. Jin on his part, entered the room without talking, his eyes scanning it rapidly. He removed his shirt but he took the care to put it on a hanger. He couldn't help but let his eyes drift away to glance at the topless Hwoarang, hoping it would go unnoticed.
Only... it did not. The red-head made no mention of the eyes wandering over to him, but it did pull him a soft smile. He pulled the white shirt over his head before anything. He did not want to say anything just yet, not that it was needed, the situation was odd enough. He was in an unknown country, for some unknown reason, alone in a hotel room with a man he thought he hated.
"Well, Jin... you don't mind if I call you Jin, right? I think we've known one another long enough to skip such formalities..." He barely waited for the nod before continuing "To tell you the truth. I have not a clue why I'm here, or why I was there. Of course, I could make up some odd story, but I won't cause taht would require energy for a lie, and you're not worth that energy. So I tell the truth: I have no idea while I'm here. I just came here after getting my ass off the military base. Your turn now." While he was saying that, he started to prepare some tea, not minding the eyes that were not intently scanning his back.

"I was training. You disturbed my concentration." Jin was direct, yet his way of answer was mystical. He sat down on the bed, taking his shoes off. He was indeed watching the back of his host, but he did not want to talk much right away.

"And how have I done that?" An eyebrow was raised and Hwoarang looked back over his shoulder to see Jin on his bed, not that he cared about that, though.

"I can't tell. I just knew something was close, something that made my blood freeze. And that's you." Jin was surely feeling quite opened that day. The look in his eyes was calm, there was no such thing as the raging fires that were usually resting there whenever they met. No, he had been purging himself over the months, and it showed clearly in his movement. They were now calculated and cold, edgy and pefect. He was not searching for the Korean's death now.

"Right." No more question. It meant what it meant, they felt one another's presence without really noticing, that meant a lot, yet he did not want to think about that, he did not want to think about the consequences that there would be of such hasty conclusion. Hwoarang could tell that Jin was thinking about just the same as him right now, but that he was not going to say anything about it. That he would just refrain commenting on his feelings once more. There was no way the Mishima had changed that much, no matter how much he wanted to break apart from his roots. "Well, let's not fuck around too lon-"

"Xiao told me once..." Jin smiled oddly at his own reference, knowing the lack of serious of the statement, but he was in no way about to care right now. "She once told me that when people share a strong bond they can feel the other's presence, even if far away. That this bond can blind the person or misguide them... She said..." he laughed nervously. The great Jin Kazama was falling apart. No, he was not falling apart, only his mask was. "She said that is how she would know whenever I was in danger, but the demon blurred that anyways. I think... I think we..."

"Share such a strong bond." Hwoarang finished, and their eyes met for the first time that evening. He thought then that his trip would not have been vain after all.

-= To Be Continued =-

Yeah, this is my first post here, I'm not too sure how things work, but it's to be continued, I'm not saving on the computer, so I have to write in rather small part. Anyways, thanks for reading.