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 Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 10:11 am
I've been writing a continuous Tekken Fanfiction, named Dreaming Alone which can be found here: Dreaming AloneWell, I'm upon the 11th chapter and I'm rather stuck. xP I started this fanfic several years ago, it went on ice, went on fire- you name it... it went there. xD If you decide to read the first few chapters you may notice how bad the writing is, but I personally think if you go further along then I improve my writing skills from the first few chapters, but that's not the problem. I need to make Hwoarang and Jin meet. Okay, I'll give you the summary of the story: Julia and Jin meet by chance at a trip to Europe, however there is no chance for romance as Julia's marriage is arranged to a boy of her Korean fathers choice. Will Julia have enough courage to fall in love?Well, Julia is in Korea and so is Jin. They have met, and now I need to make Hwoarang (the Korean boy) meet with Jin... xPP I'll post what I've wrote so far below. Thank you for your assistance. n_n
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 10:21 am
The green bit you can skip, it's the brown bit I need help with because after that I don't know what to do. ^^;
Dreaming Alone
-Chapter 11-
Soldier
It was the same tune. Again. And again. And again. Then Silence.
Julia shot out of bed, her hands automatically in her ears. Was this the other side of love- insanity?
"No I'm not insane!" she whispered again and again. "Not insane... not..."
Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, and she realised that the curtains in her four-poster bed were drawn. Julia inhaled the foreign air, and swallowed deeply. The Hwoarang would arrive today.
She could already see his sword dripping with blood and his face stained with camouflage. But... why was he looking so much like Jin?
"Not again!" She took a sharp intake of breath and her hands rushed to her ears.
The melody did not stop playing this time.
"What?!"
Julia threw herself out of bed and barefooted, sprinted out of the veranda. Her feet complained against the coldness of the marble, the sharpness of the road, and they were almost dragged down by the tall weeds. It was as if she was possessed, running into farmland which she had no idea who it belonged to or where she was going.
She almost despaired at the emptiness, the tall plants that threatened to swallow her. She looked about fearfully, her eyes scanning the place and at the sky. The sun hadn't bothered to rise yet and the moon was veiled by the clouds. This didn't bother Julia though, it was that the melody was much louder now.
"I wonder if it's just in my head..." Julia sighed, her head hanging low. "I wonder if I dreamed the whole thing up..."
She kneeled upon the ground, if anyone was to come out at such a ridiculous time, Julia would be perfectly hidden within the large mustard blossoms, still bright even though the sun wasn't out.
"I wondered it too," a whisper echoed around her. "Until I saw you..."
Julia spun around, now standing up. "Whose there?"
"Ask yourself..." the voice replied.
Julia hooked her eyebrows together, was she really going insane? Her lip trembled slightly and she blinked trying to regain her focus.
"Julia..."
She turned around as a gust of wind slapped her face, she shivered slightly, realising she wasn't wearing anything except a long thin gown. She sighed and turned to go, hoping she wouldn't get lost.
"Julia... do you love me?"
She stopped dead in her tracks, her sub-conscience was really bugging her now. Her obsession with Jin was turning into insanity, even more so that she could hear that stupid, horrible, heart-breaking tune once more.
"I hate how much I love you!" Julia sniffed.
"I love how much you hate loving me."
Julia spun on her heel, she was sure it wasn't all inside her head- she was absolutely certain! But when she'd turned around, all she saw was a pair of oxen who gave her a lazy look behind their thick lashes. The girl looked rather distressed by this time, and was just staring and shivering at the oxen.
It was until another swift breeze that she heard another sound, it wasn't the banjo- it was...
"It couldn't be!"
But it was! It was her French Cowbell- on one of the ox. She sprinted over to it, not knowing how warm she felt now, a smile forming around her mouth. She looked around, he must be here!
"Senórita!" It was that annoyingly playful voice of Jin Kazama.
Julia ran towards the voice and started punching his chest lightly- but hard enough that it did hurt.
"You almost made me go insane! Do you know what was going through my mind? You have absolutely no idea!" Julia yelled.
Jin laughed lightly, but his eyes gave away a hint of fear which Julia didn't notice. He was compelled to hug her, but he knew what kind of girl she was - pure. That's what had drawn him to her in the first place, and he never realised it until they'd parted.
"When I saw you,
I knew that love was a crazy thing,
Where can I go from here?
I'll rather die than be without you."
Jin was being rather serious as his voice deepened, but Julia thought it hilariously funny and mimicked him.
"Reciting poetry now?" Julia smirked. "What about the Stop oh Crazy lover?"
Jin gave her an uncharacteristic smile, his arms aching slightly. He'd come all this way, and had found her- but did she? She must...
Julia was also silent, surveying him- he looked different now... maybe she did as well. She gave him an uncalled for hug, very tight- almost strangling.
"Jin, take me away with you!" Julia pleaded, all trace of happiness gone, tears that she didn't know she was holding in until they traced down her cheek.
"What?"
"You don't know what's going on in that house, The Hwoarang will return, and soon after we'll have our engagement and next month is my marriage! All the preparations are done!"
"My father has given his word to his friend, and he'd rather die than go back upon what he said. Jin, we're going to have to run away from here!"
Jin held her face, and gave her a very serious look. "Julia, I didn't come here to take you or elope with you."
"Julia, I love you, I'm going to take your hand within mine and face everyone- I'm a lover Julia, not a coward."
"You don't know my father!" Julia replied icily. "He'll- we're going to have to run!"
Jin put a finger upon Julia's lips.
"Do you love me?"
"More than anything..." she swallowed.
"Do you trust me?"
"More than my self."
"So what I'm about to say- listen to it very carefully. From now on you and I are total strangers, you don't know me and I don't know you. Go back to that house, whatever is happening- let it happen, the rest is up to me."
"I know what I'm doing is... crazy, but I have faith in our love. But Julia, I can't walk this path alone- you'll have to walk alongside me, will you help me?"
She nodded, her head lowered. Her plan was so much better.
"Julia, remember one thing- I came to Korea just for you, and wont leave until you're mine forever."
Julia broke into a watery smile, and embraced him.
"What's your fiancés name?" Jin asked her, savouring the embrace.
"Hwoarang."
Jin had a very thoughtful look about him.
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Pale fingers rushed towards russet tresses. His lungs inhaling the sweet air of his hometown. Hwoarang gave a smile, with traces of his trademark smirk in between. He stretched luxuriously and jumped off the coach, and shouted a goodbye at his comrades.
"It rocks when you're the boss!" He snickered. "Pretty title to tell Father, Sergeant Hwoarang. Sweet."
Hwoarang had just realised that he'd only jumped out of the coach and had been staying like a tin of milk on the middle of the road. He made a dramatic display of jogging towards the side and jogging back to pick up his rucksack.
He let out a yawn and saved his money by not hiring a rickshaw. Instead started the long trek home- sure he was going to be later than expected but he liked his food cold.
Hwoarang was having a slightly stuffy nose, hay fever was kicking in again.
"And I thought I was fit!"
He picked up his plan and decided that this forest trail was not the best of his plans, and wanted to stop hiking here before he had some serious flu.
"What am I? A sissy or something?" Hwoarang scolded himself and pressed on, ignoring his reddening cheeks.
It was quite some while and Hwoarang quite liked the forest, it was better when he didn't have to do the assault courses himself, admiring it for how tranquil it was. He was very glad he was home. His mouth was watering to taste the rice his grandmother made, or the way his uncles would be knee-deep in the rice paddy fields by now.
"Freeze or we'll be forced to hurt you!" A thick Korean voice demanded.
Hwoarang broke out from his reverie and turned to look about him, there were three chunky men, all covered in balaclava's- which was pretty stupid as it was a boiling summer morning. He raised a lazy eyebrow, he didn't want to hurt them.
"Civilians- though not very good ones- I command you to let me pass," Hwoarang yawned. He was too tired for this morning nonsense.
"Yeah right, we know a good loot when we see one- as if we'll let you pass!" the terrible trio broke into raucous laughter.
Hwoarang started tutting and shaking his head. "You know, it's people like you that are the downfall of Korea, you put your motherland to shame- attacking a Korean brother?"
Hwoarang had dramatic tears in his eyes and he was breathing hard, shaking head.
"I cannot look into the eyes of a traitor to his own motherland- you betray your own mother? Oh the shame... the shame!"
The Korean men hung their heads low, they were feeling very ashamed.
"Y'know, my mother always wanted me to be a soldier- but I ran away!" the biggest of the three sobbed onto the youngest persons shoulders. He was crying buckets and buckets.
Hwoarang too was crying, but not from sadness, oh god no- his ribs were literally cracking from the amusement of three bigger men, all crying their eyes out. Man, I'm goood.
He put his hand into a salute and his other arm flat on his side.
"Well, lets all sing the song of a soldier, and we don't lay our lives for our country just because of jerks like you!" There was some truth in that sentence. "If you ever want Korea to be the best in Asia, heck, the world- then, be loyal to your country."
His hand went from his forehead, to his heart, his head was held high.
"Soldiers, Soldiers
We're the country's holders
You'll be safe in our arms
Soldiers, Soldiers
We're the country's holders
We'll protect you from harm!
We will die for you
Sacrifice our heads for you
Stain our lips with blood
We'll relive if we could
All to do it again.
Because we're selfless men."
Hwoarang's eyes were only damp, but tears were spilling out from theirs. They all saluted, then bowed.
"Thank you sir! Thank you for showing us the light!" They all chorused.
Hwoarang's smirk returned and he bade them farewell. Silent laughter threatening him again.
"Darn it!" Jin whispered from the undergrowth- why did he have to hire goons that had morals? It was the best plan he could think of, hire them to hurt him, then he can jump in and save Hwoarang- so then they could be friends and he'd lead him to his house. But it was a flop from the beginning. Hwoarang was walking alone, and quite happy- without Jin.
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Now, I don't know where to go from here. xP
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 9:31 am
Help meeeeeee. Sorry...
Also, if you can't figure it out either, then comments on grammar/style or punctuation would be nice. Spelling is going to be different as I live in England. xD
Thank you for your comments. smile
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