Disclaimer: None of the characters used in this story belongs to me. I wish they did though then I would be a genius. That means I could have them all to myself too. No, really. They belong to their rightful owners and I do not make any money from this.

Jin stood and stared at his reflection in the full length mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist. Drops of water from his wet hair dripped onto the floor. He stood for a while until the face of an auburn haired youth appeared in the reflection. He reached out his hand to touch the flawless face which had been carved deep into his mind. He wanted to caress that smooth pale skin and taste those soft lips.

His fingers were only inches away from the mirror, when the image of the youth faded to only be replaced with his own reflection. He wondered if he would ever see that boy again. It had been almost a week since their first encounter. Jin thanked that day for allowing them to meet. But ever since then, it was as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth. How he wished to see him again.

Just then he heard a knock at his door. He didn't want to see anyone except him. "What is it?" Jin called out, not moving from the mirror.

"Young master, it's me. I have news of him."

Hwoarang slowly opened his eyes to the dark room. His whole body ached and hurt all over. He couldn't move. Both his wrists and ankles felt as if they were chained to something, preventing him from struggling. It took him a while to realise that he was lying on a bed. His whole body was pinned down by a heavy weight on top of him. He felt hungry lips devouring parts of his body. His neck. His chest. Making it's way down.

When he came to his senses, he clenched his fists and began to struggle trying to break free. "Get off me!" yelled Hwoarang.

The dark shadow on top of him laughed and moved up to whisper in his ears. "It's useless, my dear boy. Those cuffs are there to make sure you don't escape. Now lie still. You should be use to it by now, it's not the first time we've done this."

Hwoarang continued to struggle in vain. He screamed til tears came out of his eyes. His body hurt so much but there was nothing he could do. He tried to at least remember who the dark shadow on top of him was but his mind was blank. He felt so tired. He had no strength left to struggle. He realeased his fists. Maybe if he didn't resist, it would all be over soon. He gritted his teeth to bear the pain. There was no way this nightmare was going to end.

Just then, the door to the dark room suddenly opened with a loud crash. For the first time in a long time, Hwoarang saw light. But he also saw a tall figure standing at the door. He recognised that face. The face of one who had defeated him. No. Even though it was a draw, he still saw it as defeat. He had won all fights with flawless victory until he came along. He could never forget that face.

"Grandfather, how could you do such a thing?!" said Jin in disgust.

Hwoarang was shock to hear those words. He turned to face Heihachi Mishima. The one who had been tormenting him in the dark all these nights. Heihachi seemed awfully calm towards Jin's confrontation. He simply got up and got dressed. "I don't like to be interrupted," he said to Jin as he walked out the door.

Jin stood in silence for a brief moment as he looked at Hwoarang who glared at him with eyes of hatred. Jin slowly walked towards the bed where Hwoarang lay still chained up. He slowly bent down towards Hwoarang's face and before he could protest, Jin took devoured those lips with his own. How he longed to taste these lips. Hwoarang's eyes widened. He struggled at first trying to break free from the kiss, but Jin's kiss was deep and passionate and he soon gave in to it.

Jin finally finshed the kiss and looked at Hwoarang with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry," said Jin. "I didn't know that he would do such a thing. If I had known earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer so much." He reached out to touch the bruises left on Hwoarang's body. "I will never ever let him touch you again. I promise."

Hwoarang was silent as Jin uncuffed his arms and legs and dressed him up. "Why?" asked Hwoarang at long last.

Jin seemed a little startled from the question. "Because...eversince I met you, I haven't been able to forget you. I love you," admitted Jin. "But I know now that you would never love me after what my grandfather has done. So I'm still satisfied just to be able to let you know my feelings. I don't want to regret not letting you know."

Hwoarang didn't reply, still contemplating on what he had just heard.

"Come on, I'll get you out," said Jin.

The two made their way out of the mansion but when they neared the main gates, they were surrounded by Heihachi's bodyguards. "It's not over til I say so!" announced Heihachi. "Did you think I would let you go that easy?"

"You've done enough, grandfather!" said Jin, speaking up to his grandfather for the first time.

"You ungrateful brat! I'm merely upholding the Mishima name. How could you go out on a street fight with a scum like that? I was just teaching him not to challenge a Mishima."

Jin's clenched his fists. "Insulting the one I love is unforgivable!"

Jin grew in a fit of rage. He roared like some demonic creature. His eyes became red with fury and his bangs grew past his chin. The black mark on his arm now appeared on his forehead and two magnificent wings as black as night spread behind his back. He began attacking the bodyguards killing them instantly with his lightning punches. He was nothing more than a demon out for blood.

Hwoarang could not believe his eyes. He watched as the demon finshed the last of the bodyguards and then turned onto Heihachi. Before Heihachi could even defend himself, the demon charged towards him. He grabbed Heihachi and lifted him up by the neck and broke it with a quick snap. The demon then turned to face Hwoarang.

"You've just killed your grandfather," Hwoarang told him.

"I will bear any sin just to have you. I will never ever let you leave me. I will ensure that no harm will ever befall you again," declared the demon.

Hwoarang walked up to the demon and touched the side of his face. "Then take me away from this place and never leave my side."

The demon embraced Hwoarang and spreading his wings, took off into the night to search for their private paradise.