Tekken Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Love ❯ Meeting ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Tekken 4 - Meeting

(A/N) - This is a story done by me and ff.net's Yaoimisteress and I got banned so I post mine here now. I miss the reviews there… So please Review???

Chapter 1

Leaning against the wall Hwoarang dug up a flattened cigarette out of his jeans. Waiting for his plane to arrive, he lit the cigarette and thought about all the fighters from the pervious tournament he was going to compete with again 'I wonder if Kazama is going to be on this plane, hope he i-'. Snapping back into reality he felt something brush against his leg, looking down he realized one of his bags were missing, stunned he quickly looked around seeing if someone had it and spotted a young punk running away with it. Instantly he grabbed his remaining gear and ran for him.

"You little fucking bastard!" Hwoarang roared, as he focused on the kid bolting away. Trying in vain to push through the crowds, it was a short pursuit as he tripped over somebody's luggage, falling face first into the ground. Frustrated Hwoarang cursed out loudly, mostly because the kid had made it out of his sights.

“Aw, bloody hell I'm sorry mate!” slowly, Hwoarang looked up at the dazzling blonde staring down at him. Grunting Hwoarang grabbed the arm that was offered to him, pulling himself up. Dusting himself off the Korean mumbled a 'Thanks' Kicking the blonde's luggage aside.

“Oi don't kick my bags!” The Brit exclaimed, Hwoarang shot him a nasty glare. “Now come on, don't get all pissed off with me, It's not my fault you weren't watchin' ya step” the blonde said not believing the nerve of this guy.

“Well some little shit just sole my gear, so thank YOU for just laying your bags in the middle of the fucking path so I can trip over them!” The Korean growled “Well what was I suppose to do stand here and hol-”.

“Flight 207 will be arriving at gate 26 in 10 minutes” the announcer interrupted “ Shit! That's my plane!” The Brit picked up his bags. Hwoarang couldn't help but ask the blonde if he was going to Zaibatsu, after all he did look the part. “H-hey, are you here for the tournament by any chance?” he asked grabbing his scattered bags from the floor. The Brit froze and turned to face Hwoarang “...ya here for the pagga too aye? Well maybe I shouldn't get so friendly with ya huh?" he said, winking at the Korean as he helped him with his luggage. “The names Steve, Steve Fox...” he said suddenly all serious, Hwoarang nodded introducing himself “...Hwoarang”

"Hwoarang aye? Wonder who else is catching this one” he said referring to the other fighters who entered the tournament. "I don't know, there's a good chance everyone's on it." Hwoarang pointed out. Steve nodded as they both made their way to the terminal.

Well it seemed Hwoarang was right... well at least he thought he was, it looked like it. "Here gentlemen, please take your seats here" the flight attendant said, gesturing to their seats. "What a coincidence that we're sitting together for the next eight hours aye? It's like something out of the Twilight Zone" Steve joked, nudging Hwoarang in the ribs softly. Having to add the whole 'Do do do do do do do do do' spooky music thing.

"Spare me" Hwoarang replied as he looked out the window of the plane. "Hey mate, what's wrong? If it's about the whole bag thing I'm sorry about that a-" Hwoarang abruptly interrupted him before he could say anymore "Don't worry about it, if anything I should say sorry to you for being such a prick about it. You didn't know what was going on"

Silence. The conversation had ended. Sighing Hwoarang relaxed, resting his chin in the palm of his hand that was on the arm chair. He looked over at Steve who had his eyes closed, resting his chin in hand like Hwoarang was. Calmly Hwoarang studied Steve's face, from his kind of cross expression to what looked like perfect lips, fucking gorgeous lips. Hwoarang eyes traveled down further to study his adams apple, collarbone, then to his unbutton Hawaiian shirt. He took a peek at the defined abs and nicely tanned stomach. Fuck he was making him hungry... "See something you like?" Hwoarangs body nearly jumped out of its skin as Steve opened his eyes to smirk at him. "I-i-i ahhh....." Laughter, Steve laughed as he playfully shoved Hwoarang. "Calm down I was only messin' with ya!" Hwoarang, trying to hide the truth nervously laughed along with him. This was going to be one hell of a ride.