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Moving On [PT. O4]

Deviation Actions

Published: Nov 29, 2013

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_{Sergei narrows his eyes as he saw a black figure nearing his HQ at a great speed. From the balcony where he stood, originally intended to catch some fresh air, but now getting ready for a confrontation with an uninvited guest. At his own surprise, Dragunov watched Lars step out of his car, sending the tall Russian man a polite nod of the head. He let his guard down, and got one step closer to actually curling his scarred lips into a smile, yet he stopped in the act shortly after realizing he was nearly smiling at what once was considered an enemy. The Swedish man crooked a smile and held up the contract he had signed just a moment ago at the Kazama residence. Dragunov stepped aside, allowing Lars to enter the HQ, gesturing to the ash-blonde to follow him.

Without questioning Sergei's intentions, he followed the majorly tall man, until they reached a certain room and the man closed the door after their entrance. Lars handed the mute man the dossier and watched as he scrolled through them. Once he looked up, Lars saw Sergei's trademark death glare. Leaning on the desk, Lars knew Sergei saw opportunity. 'The Mishima Zaibatsu is officially mine. And I'm willing to sell you the company's secrets, and you know what I want in return,' Silently humming, arms held behind his back, Dragunov paced around the office room, coming to a sudden halt, the man looked down - mainly because of this ridiculous size compared to the normal length of Lars - and smiled. This time a smile became very clear on his pale face.

Lars smiled as he saw the sleeping face of his first love. Eventhough it wasn't a crush considered 'normal' amongst others, he still felt much more for this artificial intelligence than he ever did for any human being. He just wanted to run towards her, but was stopped by Sergei's touch on his shoulder. With a sigh, Lars handed over the dossier. Sergei smirked upon receiving the gift, and opened the capsule that held the most advanced piece of technology known to the Mishima Zaibatsu. The Humanoid Weapon, Alisa Bosconovitch. The gentle touch of Lars' fingers on the cold glass that seperated him from the machine, caused a set of bright green-colored eyes to open. The ash-blonde held out his hand, which the pink-haired gladly took, in order to step out of the capsule. Despite being a cybernetic organism, Alisa's hair had grown, aswel as her 14-year old body.

The sound of Dragunov clearing his throath, caught both of their attention, causing them to turn their head in the direction of the Russian man. He pointed to a closet, which held Alisa's clothes. Whilest the now 17-year old girl got dressed, Lars tried to reach out for Sergei. 'I wonder how the voice of Alisa's safekeeper sounds like,' Wrapping her slender arms around the black-haired man, Alisa laughed. ' Thank you for taking such good care of me, Dragunov-san,' with that she released him and bowed deeply. The man placed his large hand on her soft, pink cheek and nodded with a serene expression on his pale, scarred face. Grabbing Lars' arm, she ran out of the room, dragging a confused Lars Alexandersson behind her.

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Jin slipped into black sweatpants, drying his pitch black hair with a towel, whilest answering the obnoxious melody of knocks on his chamberdoor. Hwoarang grabbed him by the neck, even before Jin had a chance of defending himself. The redhead threw the Japanese man across the room, pure hatred radiating his hazel eyes. 'Finally found you, Kazama..' Tightening his gloves, the Korean stretched his neck, keeping a direct aim at Jin Kazama, who had yet to get back up from the sudden air-dive. 'I've been searching and searching for at least 3 years, and all I had to do was have a nice one-on-one talk with your beloved, Mishima dog Uncles. I must say, your family deserves some medals for world's most disgusting human beings. That Swedish guy was alright though, but that Chinese piece of shit .. ' He put his fiery red hair in a ponytail. 'He tried to make a move on me. Sure taught him a lesson. Good thing he's a rich kid, because he'll need the money to pay for a new denture. And luckily for you, I'll make sure I'll finish you, so no need for any repairs after, Kazama dog!"

Jin took a deep breath. With every step his Korean rival would take, the parquet floor answered with a cracking sound. He knew he had to make sure not to provoke any more trouble with Hwoarang. Eventhough Jin knew he could easily take on the Tae Kwon Do fighter, he did not intend on causing permanent damage to the man. "Hwoarang, normally I would tell you I have no time for your nonsense. Yet with current event, I suppose I'm available at the moment,' Confusion in Hwoarang's eyes, for once, his rival did not reject his need for a fight. And it bothered him, since he had gotten so used to use swears, insults and Jin's troublesome past, to convict the Japanese into getting into a fight with him. Hwoarang lowered his arms, but continued staring into the dark eyes of his long-time rival. 'Hwoarang, you said you wanted to end this once and for all..'

Jin's voice died near the end of the sentence, causing Hwoarang to question whether to keep his guard up or not. 'Go ahead if you'd please. I no longer have any need of harming you,' 'No .. No, Kazama. Don't you dare go all emotional on me!'' Spat Hwoarang, who now had no idea how to handle the current situation. 'Maybe you're right. I've caused so much harm.. Yet, as we speak withdraw from the Mishima Zaibatsu,' Hwoarang cocked an eyebrow in confusion. 'What do you mean? What are you getting at, Kazama?'

'I sold the Mishima Zaibatsu. I no longer want to be part of anything that has any involvement with any relatives of mine,' The silence pierced through Hwoarang's ears, and angered he punched Jin directly in the face, causing the man to lose his ballance and drop to his knees. It didn't make any sense to the Korean. 'Why don't you fight back, Kazama? Don't you dare go pussy on me, just because nobody loves the likes of you! You've caused that trainwreck on your own!' Jin lowered his head, sighing deeply. 'Hwoarang, either kill me or burry the hatchet. I won't harm you anymore,' Laughing, the Korean clenched his wrists, only to kick Jin right in between te ribs.

The man released a scream of agony, falling face down onto the parquet wood floor. Traces of blood left Jin's nose and mouth, he tried to get back up, but it seemed more likely to have suffered from broken ribs. Hwoarang drew near the Japanese man. 'When I first met you, Kazama, we both were eager to win the streetfight, yet neither of us managed to get the other to submit surrender,' Jin's eyes were able to only focuss on the leather shoes the redhear wore, as he saw those boots walk all across the room in distress.

'I entered the Tekken Tournament because I knew you were entering. This was my chance to kick your richboy's ass, yet I ended up saving your sorry ass from the Tekken Force,' Kicking the chairs out of his way, Hwoarang caught his breath. 'The following tournament still didn't give me any satisfaction. No.. this time you help me escape my militairy commander.. yet I get arrested and had to return to Korea to end my Military service...,'

'And then it happened .. I finally beat you, yet you seem unaffected. THAT SUCKED!' He kicked the desk aside, watching many papers fly across the room within the proces. 'How you managed to find me after the tournament, still remains a mystery.. but you destroyed my motorcycle. You'll pay for that one day, Kazama. I guess that whatever happened to your genes, helped you almost murder me, Kazama.. But this time I want it to finally end!' He crouched down infront of a clearly suffering Jin Kazama. 'It's really easy, Kazama. I could kick you once again in the ribs, causing your lungs to collapse. I could then just leave you here to suffocate ..'

Jin managed to look up and see the smug look on the Korean's face. Yet.. he seemed unable to show any sign of anger, nor hate. The pain left him unable to respond, so all he could do was reach out for Hwoarang. The redhead grabbed Jin's trembling hand firmly. 'I despise you Kazama, but it just wouldn't be as much fun without you around,' helping Jin up, Hwoarang cursed at himself for not letting Jin rot in here, but a part of him screamed : ' you're not like them '}