Hybrid Child: Change of Plans

Hybrid Child - Chapter II: Change of Plans

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Aside from spending time with Jin in the form of intimate company and sparring, and listening to rock music, Hwoarang loved riding his motorbike. He was given a certain, freedom when he rode that nothing else could even give him, and felt the wind whip through his hair, or got the occasional bug stuck between his teeth. Feeling the motor vibrate between his legs, hearing her smooth acceleration, the unmistakable smell of gasoline, the way his heart would race with every revving of the motor. There was certainly nothing like it in the world to him.

 

 

Nothing yet, anyway.

 

 

Even though it was fact that he and Jin were romantically involved and had been living together for a couple months now, they never did anything much higher than dry humping. And even that was few and far between. Hwoarang would blame Jin for the most part as the reason why they hadn’t had sex yet. But it was merely a cover for the Blood Talon. Because while he would never, ever admit it to anybody, he was secretly a little frightened about having sex with another man – back in Korea, he had a reputation for being a total ladies man. And his encounters, seemingly limitless, were legendary. On even his worse day, when he was feeling like total shit, he would bang at least five girls in a single day!

 

And none of those encounters, save for one, never truly meant anything to him or the hooker. It was just another day and another dollar to them, and nothing but a cheap screw for Hwoarang. Another notch on his bedpost. After awhile, he grew tedious of the same thing every night and waking up alone the next morning. It made him feel empty and like a tool. Perhaps that was why it was such a shock to him when elusive little Jin Kazama confessed to him one night that he was in love with him, and wanted him to move in; nobody ever showed the Blood Talon that they really, truly, cared for him like the way Jin did. Sure, his buddies held close ties to him, but it was more in a brotherly way. What he heard from Jin that night was full of true emotion and sincerity.

 

That night, for the first time in his life, Hwoarang felt like he actually had some real purpose in life, felt as though he had something to live for. That he would wake up the next morning and find that his bed wasn’t empty and cold, but warm and full.

 

As he rode down a crowded city street, Hwoarang thought about ways he could tell Jin that he was ready for that next big step in their relationship. He was never good with dealing out the romantic things, but he did try his best. But tonight...tonight was going to be special, and he knew he would have to try harder than just his best. Ihe tried to remember the things Jin liked, or what Hwoarang thought he liked, and came up with silk, candles and soft music. And before, they could take a little walk in the park, just as the sun started to set. Or maybe he could take Jin out sailing. The possibilities were endless and while the old Hwoarang would have expressed his opinion on it in a myriad of dirty words, the new Hwoarang was actually looking forward to spending a romantic evening with his special one.

 

 

On his journey to find his romantic alter ego, Hwoarang was able to buy the necessities and more, much more. Aside from purchasing the candles, a cd, a bottle of wine and a couple green silk shirts, Hwoarang also purchased what he thought would be the cherry atop this sundae of romance...a sterling silver promise ring. He took good care in keeping it hidden by stuffing it into his leather jacket pocket before entering their apartment. There, laying on the couch was Jin, with a hot bowl of soup on the table next to him.

 

Jin had tears starting to well in his eyes as Hwoarang dropped the bag of goodies behind the sofa. Jin's tears turned to full-out sobbing. There was a oommercial on the television. "The fuck? Why you cryin' princess?" teased Hwoarang with a grin. "So...sad." sniffled Jin, "All these children are poor, and nobody cares about them." Hwoarang glanced at the television."Bah! No they’re not. These commercials are bullshit. These scam organizations only make these commercials to make money. You can stop crying." replied Hwoarang.

 

Jin pointed towards the television with tears streaming down his face. Hwoarang decided to have a seat next to Jin on the floor. "C'mon man, enough with the water works. Why you getting so sad over a dumb commercial?" asked the Blood Talon. "I...don't...know." said Jin, trying to breathe. Hwoarang, uncomfortable, decided to stand up instead. A sour taste lingered in his mouth, seeing that Jin had the whole nine yards going -- tears, snots, everything, and decided to fetch him a tissue from the bathroom. "Here. if your going to sob like a pussy, at least blow your nose. It's not becoming of you." Jin stayed quiet.

 

Hwoarang returned with said item and handed it to Jin. The dark-haired man took it without much thought and wiped his eyes before cleaning up the mess he had made all over his face. He glanced at Hwoarang before throwing the item in the wastebasket next to the couch. Almost like a lightswitch, Jin became his normal "stoic" self with his arms crossed with the perfect severe facial features that Hwoarang was always so fond of in all the years he had known him.

 

The Japanese male then gave Hwoarang a hard look. "I don't get it. Something seems to be wrong with me, but for the last 2 and a half months I haven't been able to put a finger on just what that something could possibly be..." He trailed off as he began to head for the kitchen. Food was calling him, and of course, he had no idea as to *why*... he just knew he was hungry, and wanted a bite to eat.

 

Right about now, he would eat just about anything, but after digging through the cupboards, Jin helped himself to Hwoarang's secret stash of chocolate chip cookies. "What the hell? You just ate damn it! And my cookies..." Hwoarang's voice trailed off, hinted with anger. The sight of seeing his lover pigging out on cookies, regardless if they were his, just seemed too good to miss. Jin was just standing there, stuffing his face with two cookies at a time, acting like he hadn't eaten all day!

 

Hwoarang decided that he'd better go to the grocery store, as much as he *hated* being seen in places like that, and get more food to stock the fridge. Jin didn't seem to be slowing down any, and at this rate, he'd eat them out of health and home. 'Is he gonna get fat from all that?' Hwoarang couldn't help but be amused as the thought of Jin looking like Ganryu, but then immediately pushed the thought aside considering he wanted to have sex with Jin ...and overly fat Jin wouldn't be too appealing. No, he liked his partners to be somewhat in shape; to be expected since he was a top-notch martial artist

 

"I'm going to the store. When I get back, I'm hiding those damn things from you Jin!" Hwoarang stormed out of the house, hopped on his bike, and headed to the grocery store.

 

Hwoarang hated grocery shopping. Jin was usually the one who took care of it. But, on the plus side, Hwoarang looked forward to buying some of *his* favorites for once. "Shit, that's right. I live with Jin the Insatiable...gotta hide the goods." the Korean pulled a shopping cart out from the row and headed towards the produce area. There, he picked up a big bag of carrots, some tomatoes and celery, and some lettuce when he caught a glimpse some cucumbers. Instantly, perverted thoughts entered his mind. ‘I wonder if Jin's is that big?’ he thought, having unknowingly picked up one. It was all wet and ripe. Fresh. ‘This is exactly why I never buy groceries!’ he screamed to himself. Taking a plastic bag, he dropped a few of the vegetables into it and placed it in his cart.

 

Meanwhile, back at the house, Jin was rummaging through the cabinets again, still hungry. It was like something possessed him and forced him to binge on food he usually considered unhealthy. Unhealthy it may have been, but to the Japanese youth, right now it was absolutely delicious.

 

Jin finally left the comforts of the kitchen for the cushiony softness of his and Hwoarang's bed. As he laid there, he unconsciously began to rub his stomach. 'I wonder how long Hwoarang is going to take?' He let out a short laugh knowing how Hwoarang was when it came to shopping. 'I have a feeling he's being a pervert. He always seems to do that when we're shopping together.’ Jin fondly recalled an incident that occurred not more than a month ago. Him and his lover were both looking for a birthday card to send Anna that they thought she would enjoy. Hwoarang, being the guy that he was, opted to check out cakes and let Jin do "the dirty work." Not long after, Hwoarang returned with a cake with a penis drawn in the frosting, laughing his head off.

 

The recollection made Jin laugh. Hwoarang could, and would usually be a perv whenever he got the chance. Sometimes, he'd say something nasty in public, and would embarrass his lover, but over time, he got used to Hwoarang's randomness and his perversion, and really thought it to be quite funny. He laid there, seeming to recall another memory in which Ling was ill, and Jin decided to get her a Get Well card. He picked one, Hwoarang picked another. It said Here's hoping that you Get Up in time. On the inside, a big penis was on it. 'Say the card's from you Jin. That way, she'll always have you to jack off with!' Hwoarang remarked. Jin ended up giving the card to Ling. 'funny enough,’ said Jin to himself, 'she actually like it quite a bit.’ Feeling tired suddenly, Kazama flopped over to one side and went to sleep.

 

Back at the grocery store, Hwoarang was busy stringing together obscenities at an employee in the deli, who’d already gotten his order wrong two times. But it wasn’t hard to set him off. "No! Damn it! I wanted a pound of roast beef and half a pound of turkey! R-O-A-S-T B-E-E-F and T-U-R-K-E-Y, you fucking moron!" The employee, a teenage girl, pointed to the fresh cuts of meat under glass. "Yes! That one, and that one" pointed Hwoarang. He was given his roast beef and turkey, and sighed heavily as he left the Deli center.

 

Just for kicks, he went for a stroll down the aisle he affectionately called Lube and Screw, and stopped at the huge rank of condoms. ‘Better get some of these, knowing Jin...but how the fuck am I supposed to know how big his dick is? I would like to think that I’d have the bigger one but...’ Hwoarang’s conversation with himself faded into the back of his mind as he started to remember all those times Jin would come out of the shower, or had a tight pair of jeans on and he would notice the bulge underneath. It was like some source of hypnotics – Hwoarang would just look at his lovers crotch. Shaking his head, Hwoarang picked out a random box and moved down the aisle.

 

Jin woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed for once, even if it *had* only been a short nap. He looked over to the alarm clock that was on top of the dresser next to the bed and raised an eyebrow. "Hm, Hwoarang should have been home by now. I hope he's alright." As the raven-haired fighter said this, he got up and headed for the telephone in the living room. He wasn't much of an extrovert, but every now and then, it felt nice to talk to someone *other* than Hwoarang. He picked up the receiver and dialed, the number practically ingrained into his mind. A few rings later and a perky "Hello?!" could be heard from the other end. Jin often wondered if she was naturally that hyper or if she had a secret stash of sweets somewhere; kind of like Hwoarang and his cookies.

 

"Hi Ling," said Jin. She practically cried his name on the other line, sounding ecstatic, like she always was whenever he called. "Jinny! It's good to hear from you again!" Ling replied. "How are things with you?" asked Kazama, showing his concern. "Good, good. Even better now that I hear your voice again. Are you doing ok?" Jin was quiet for a minute, as he gazed pensively at his upset stomach. "...Yes....I guess so..." Jin finally said, suddenly feeling a little light-headed. He was hoping Ling couldn't detect the malaise in his voice. "Are you sure? Jin? Jinny? Hello?" replied Xiaoyu, greeted to sudden silence on the other line.

 

Jin was unconscious.

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