Tekken fic: In Enemy Arms Part 2 Chapter 04
So I consider this part 2, which is why it has a prologue of it's own, but it's still chapter 04. So it's chapter 01 of part 2, but chapter 04 of the total, not considering the two prologues. Perhaps unnecessarily confusing, but what the heck.
Author: Judin Attery
Fandom: Tekken
Pairing: Fury/Lei/Irvin
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: Sex, violence, drinking, non-con. Sounds good, doesn’t it.
Summary: Tattoos are forever.
Heng Huan Bo was almost fifty-two. He was married, had a daughter in University, and his black hair was growing thin at the top. He had been a policeman all his life, and as thanks for his many years of selfless duty, he was currently sleeping in a separate bed from his wife, and was often bothered by nightmares, but he rarely complained. He did, however, worry about things, a human thing to do, and after his wife dropped what had to be the fourth “casual” remark about his increasing weight, he took a long look in the mirror and decided to start working out. This was accomplished by getting up a couple of hours early every morning to use the equipment in the basement underneath the police station.
For a couple of weeks he trained alone, until he came out of the locker room one morning and noticed someone else on the bench, lifting weights, and since he was a social kind of guy, Heng Huan walked over to say hello. “Good morning, Lei! I see you got better!” But in truth the other man looked tired, with dark shadows under his eyes. And… “You cut your hair?”
“Yeah,” Lei Wulong replied without ceasing his activity. His ponytail of more than ten years had been cut away, leaving his hair well above his shoulders, but still longer than your average male haircut. After so long it was like seeing a completely different person.
Lei had been gone from work for a week, but it was Monday, and now he was obviously back. “Anything happen while I was gone?” he asked quietly.
Was he being a little colder than usual this morning? “Nothing special, but it’s good to have you back; someone has to make sure that Liang’s head doesn’t get too big.” The older man didn’t realize that he’d been waiting for a smile until it failed to show up.
“I’ll do that.” Lei was lifting 80 kg. He wore a black tank top, the chest of which was dark with sweat.
Heng Huan was getting a little worried now, “You’re going at it pretty hard, buddy, and it’s easy to overdo it; might be safer with shorter series.”
Lei’s brown eyes found his colleague’s face for the first time, but something was definitely off about him, like it wasn’t Lei at all. “I’ll be fine.” And Heng Huan wondered if Lei was planning to comment on his colleague’s presence here so early in the morning, unusual as it was, but he waited and waited and no comment ever came.
From that day onwards, Lei was always there when Heng Huan arrived. It worried him to see the younger man push his body to the limit, and he later heard that Lei always went down to the dojos after work to train more. This, added to the uncharacteristic silence between them in the beginning, caused plenty of warning bells to go off in his mind, but as the days passed, Lei slowly began to smile again, and their everyday soon returned to something close to normal, so he wrote it off, figuring the sick-days might have been burn-out-recovery days instead. They all had those, even Lei Wulong.
~*~*~
“You cut your hair?” Hai Lan cocked her head to the side in a gesture of curiosity. Being a puzzle solver by nature, she was always looking for explanations to anomalies like this one.
“Figured it was time for a change,” replied Lei without looking up from the stack of papers that had accumulated on his desk for the past week.
"It looks great,” continued Hai Lan, perking up. The puzzle-solver in her was only ever subdued by the sweet girl that ran the rest of her personality.
The compliment got his attention. He looked up quickly, eyes shifting shyly before a smile broke out and made them shine. “You really think so?”
She nodded enthusiastically, making her bangs swing. “I do! I mean, I’ve got something of the same look myself, so I should, and it does fit you!” His style was messier though, more manly.
For the first time since he had returned she saw a genuine expression of happiness on his face, and when she left he was attacking the paperwork with renewed vigour and glow, but secretly, Hai Lan was worried; it wasn’t just his hair that had changed, a big enough step for him who had always taken pride in his ponytail, but his clothes were new as well; he wore a white shirt with long sleeves under a black jacket, and his tie wasn’t hanging loose like it usually did. He looked conservative, even plain! Hai Lan resolved to speak to Chang about this; the boss knew Lei better than anyone in Interpol.
It was not ten minutes later, after Hai Lan had stepped into Chang Tong’s office, that they heard people shouting beyond the door. Racing outside, they arrived in the middle of an argument between a pair of old foes.
“Did you have a shaving accident, Lei? Or did you singe your hair on your scented candles?”
“Shut up! I’m warning you, Liang!” Lei’s face was contorted in fury and his hands were curled into fists.
Liang Mu, sharply dressed and on top of his game as always, looked like he was fully enjoying the attention of the crowd that had gathered, and Lei’s frustration. “Oh come on, Lei, can’t you take a joke? You seem so riled today.” He faked a gasp, “Am I getting too close to the truth?”
Lei growled, “Shut up! You’re just angry that I’m back! You’ve always been a jealous bitch.”
Liang had always been jealous of Lei, and he had always picked on him, but Lei had learned to brush it off with amused retorts or just plain silence. Not today though; he actually seemed serious in his comebacks, although they were nowhere as polished and refined and Liang’s attacks. So their banter was in itself nothing new or unusual, but people had still dropped their assignments to come watch, perhaps because they too sensed that something was different today, but when Hai Lan meant to make her way through the crowd to stop the combatants, Chang held her back. He sensed the change, and wanted to see what it would lead to.
Liang on the other hand took no notice of Lei’s mood. He had heard the threats and the retorts before but never seen them carry consequence. He was on a roll and didn’t hear the warning bells as he should have. “Probably burned down your wardrobe as well, and you just can’t find anyone who still carries that gay shade of pink.”
Heng Huan was on the opposite side of the rivals from Hai Lan and Chang, and sensing danger, he stepped forward to intervene, but it was too late. Hai Lan saw something in Lei’s eyes that had never been there before, and it frightened her. All of a sudden he became another being entirely, a fighter of amazing grace and speed, and before Liang, or anyone else, quite realized what was happening, he had landed a heavy kick to the bully’s stomach, and a double punch to his face. Liang crumpled to the floor, blood spraying from his nose, and the crowd drew back with shouts of fear.
~*~*~
“What were you thinking?” Chang Tong was standing behind the desk in his office, fully aware that his shouts could probably be heard all the way into the lobby. In the middle of his anger he was experiencing a strong feeling of déjà vu. He remembered a day, some twenty years ago, when a much younger Lei Wulong had been standing in front of his desk, just like now, masking his pain and frustration behind an uncharacteristic glare.
But back then, Lei had been shouting too. Now his voice was carefully controlled, just trembling slightly. “He went too far.”
“No, you went too far!” Chang rarely screamed at anyone, but he was so shaken, and so angry at both Lei and himself; he should have stopped the two rivals right away. “You have been given a privilege, detective Lei! Permission to use your considerable physical skills as you see fit in the war on crime, but using them against a fellow officer... I could fire you for this!”
Lei didn’t reply, but he lowered his eyes to the floor. He was ashamed, as he should be.
Chang couldn’t keep up his anger. He sat down in his chair and exhaled heavily. He felt too old for this kind of trouble. After a little while of awkward silence, he looked sharply at his number one detective. “Does this have anything to do with Kazuya Mishima?” Strange to think that that man might be behind both this and the trouble all those years ago.
Lei startled at the name. “Um, no! No, it doesn’t.”
Chang didn’t believe him. “Listen, Lei, when our superiors allowed you to pursue this case alone, they placed a great deal of faith in you, and I share that faith; you’ve fended off everything Mishima has thrown at you, things that would have made anyone else throw in the towel a long time ago, but even if you’re working off private funds, and even if you’re only obliged to report to me weekly, you’re still my detective, and part of the Interpol force. We are here to help you, and you have to abide by the rules.”
Lei looked a little lost. “I’m not sure if I understand, chief.”
“I might have let this incident go if it hadn’t come on top of so much else. You’ve been gone for a week, you come back a changed man and then you attack Liang where you’d usually just turn the other cheek, and all this comes when you’re working your biggest case since last time you investigated Kazuya Mishima!” At the mention of the case of twenty years back, some of Lei’s defences returned, making his jaw set. It was still a sore spot after all this time. “But back then you had a partner, and now you’re all alone.” Lei’s hands clenched. “I need you to talk to me, Lei! I need you to tell me what’s happened to you!” Yes, he had pushed all the buttons, but it might be just what Lei needed to open up. Chang held his breath and watched the detective struggle with himself.
“Nothing...nothing has happened. I just decided not to put up with Liang anymore.”
Chang swallowed a sigh of disappointment. “I won’t let this go, Lei Wulong.”
Lei didn’t reply.
“I’m suspending you for a week. You’ll pay Liang’s hospital bill, and you will apologize to him.”
Lei left without a backwards glance, and Chang Tong placed his head in his hands. He felt a headache coming on.
~*~*~
The first morning he had woken up before the sun and been unable to go back to sleep. Calling in sick had taken three tries, and the rest of the day had been spent moving restlessly from one room to another, feeling empty and sick, tormented by guilt and shame. He ate little and threw up afterwards. Nothing could take his mind of the men responsible for his fall from grace. When he showered it was with quick, mechanical movements, avoiding the sexual areas of his body.
For a week he continued this way, venturing outside only to buy food, and a couple of times when he couldn’t stand being alone with his thoughts anymore, but outside he felt like everyone was looking at him, like they knew what had happened to him, and once home he’d curl up in a corner of the couch and wish for sleep.
No matter how many times he told himself that he was only the victim of this crime, that it wasn’t his fault, an exhausted phrase, his gut feeling told him otherwise.
On Sunday he was still torn about going to work or not, until a familiar tune told him that he had gotten a message on his cell phone. It was short and to the point.
He is ready to talk.
Lei sat down on the couch. He had completely forgotten! Before last week he had been searching for an inside source in G Corporation, a step on the way to locating the labs used for their illegal genetics research. One scientist in particular had been very promising, guilt ridden over the things he had done in the name of advancement, but he had been too scared to agree to testify. Now he appeared to have changed his mind. Not pursuing this would be madness.
‘But I can’t…I can’t!’
The consequences of continuing the investigation were whispered, over and over again, in the back of his mind. The cuts on his back still blazoned his shame for all to see. Eventually he put away his cell phone without replying. There were no more messages.
Author: Judin Attery
Fandom: Tekken
Pairing: Fury/Lei/Irvin
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: Sex, violence, drinking, non-con. Sounds good, doesn’t it.
Summary: Tattoos are forever.
Heng Huan Bo was almost fifty-two. He was married, had a daughter in University, and his black hair was growing thin at the top. He had been a policeman all his life, and as thanks for his many years of selfless duty, he was currently sleeping in a separate bed from his wife, and was often bothered by nightmares, but he rarely complained. He did, however, worry about things, a human thing to do, and after his wife dropped what had to be the fourth “casual” remark about his increasing weight, he took a long look in the mirror and decided to start working out. This was accomplished by getting up a couple of hours early every morning to use the equipment in the basement underneath the police station.
For a couple of weeks he trained alone, until he came out of the locker room one morning and noticed someone else on the bench, lifting weights, and since he was a social kind of guy, Heng Huan walked over to say hello. “Good morning, Lei! I see you got better!” But in truth the other man looked tired, with dark shadows under his eyes. And… “You cut your hair?”
“Yeah,” Lei Wulong replied without ceasing his activity. His ponytail of more than ten years had been cut away, leaving his hair well above his shoulders, but still longer than your average male haircut. After so long it was like seeing a completely different person.
Lei had been gone from work for a week, but it was Monday, and now he was obviously back. “Anything happen while I was gone?” he asked quietly.
Was he being a little colder than usual this morning? “Nothing special, but it’s good to have you back; someone has to make sure that Liang’s head doesn’t get too big.” The older man didn’t realize that he’d been waiting for a smile until it failed to show up.
“I’ll do that.” Lei was lifting 80 kg. He wore a black tank top, the chest of which was dark with sweat.
Heng Huan was getting a little worried now, “You’re going at it pretty hard, buddy, and it’s easy to overdo it; might be safer with shorter series.”
Lei’s brown eyes found his colleague’s face for the first time, but something was definitely off about him, like it wasn’t Lei at all. “I’ll be fine.” And Heng Huan wondered if Lei was planning to comment on his colleague’s presence here so early in the morning, unusual as it was, but he waited and waited and no comment ever came.
From that day onwards, Lei was always there when Heng Huan arrived. It worried him to see the younger man push his body to the limit, and he later heard that Lei always went down to the dojos after work to train more. This, added to the uncharacteristic silence between them in the beginning, caused plenty of warning bells to go off in his mind, but as the days passed, Lei slowly began to smile again, and their everyday soon returned to something close to normal, so he wrote it off, figuring the sick-days might have been burn-out-recovery days instead. They all had those, even Lei Wulong.
~*~*~
“You cut your hair?” Hai Lan cocked her head to the side in a gesture of curiosity. Being a puzzle solver by nature, she was always looking for explanations to anomalies like this one.
“Figured it was time for a change,” replied Lei without looking up from the stack of papers that had accumulated on his desk for the past week.
"It looks great,” continued Hai Lan, perking up. The puzzle-solver in her was only ever subdued by the sweet girl that ran the rest of her personality.
The compliment got his attention. He looked up quickly, eyes shifting shyly before a smile broke out and made them shine. “You really think so?”
She nodded enthusiastically, making her bangs swing. “I do! I mean, I’ve got something of the same look myself, so I should, and it does fit you!” His style was messier though, more manly.
For the first time since he had returned she saw a genuine expression of happiness on his face, and when she left he was attacking the paperwork with renewed vigour and glow, but secretly, Hai Lan was worried; it wasn’t just his hair that had changed, a big enough step for him who had always taken pride in his ponytail, but his clothes were new as well; he wore a white shirt with long sleeves under a black jacket, and his tie wasn’t hanging loose like it usually did. He looked conservative, even plain! Hai Lan resolved to speak to Chang about this; the boss knew Lei better than anyone in Interpol.
It was not ten minutes later, after Hai Lan had stepped into Chang Tong’s office, that they heard people shouting beyond the door. Racing outside, they arrived in the middle of an argument between a pair of old foes.
“Did you have a shaving accident, Lei? Or did you singe your hair on your scented candles?”
“Shut up! I’m warning you, Liang!” Lei’s face was contorted in fury and his hands were curled into fists.
Liang Mu, sharply dressed and on top of his game as always, looked like he was fully enjoying the attention of the crowd that had gathered, and Lei’s frustration. “Oh come on, Lei, can’t you take a joke? You seem so riled today.” He faked a gasp, “Am I getting too close to the truth?”
Lei growled, “Shut up! You’re just angry that I’m back! You’ve always been a jealous bitch.”
Liang had always been jealous of Lei, and he had always picked on him, but Lei had learned to brush it off with amused retorts or just plain silence. Not today though; he actually seemed serious in his comebacks, although they were nowhere as polished and refined and Liang’s attacks. So their banter was in itself nothing new or unusual, but people had still dropped their assignments to come watch, perhaps because they too sensed that something was different today, but when Hai Lan meant to make her way through the crowd to stop the combatants, Chang held her back. He sensed the change, and wanted to see what it would lead to.
Liang on the other hand took no notice of Lei’s mood. He had heard the threats and the retorts before but never seen them carry consequence. He was on a roll and didn’t hear the warning bells as he should have. “Probably burned down your wardrobe as well, and you just can’t find anyone who still carries that gay shade of pink.”
Heng Huan was on the opposite side of the rivals from Hai Lan and Chang, and sensing danger, he stepped forward to intervene, but it was too late. Hai Lan saw something in Lei’s eyes that had never been there before, and it frightened her. All of a sudden he became another being entirely, a fighter of amazing grace and speed, and before Liang, or anyone else, quite realized what was happening, he had landed a heavy kick to the bully’s stomach, and a double punch to his face. Liang crumpled to the floor, blood spraying from his nose, and the crowd drew back with shouts of fear.
~*~*~
“What were you thinking?” Chang Tong was standing behind the desk in his office, fully aware that his shouts could probably be heard all the way into the lobby. In the middle of his anger he was experiencing a strong feeling of déjà vu. He remembered a day, some twenty years ago, when a much younger Lei Wulong had been standing in front of his desk, just like now, masking his pain and frustration behind an uncharacteristic glare.
But back then, Lei had been shouting too. Now his voice was carefully controlled, just trembling slightly. “He went too far.”
“No, you went too far!” Chang rarely screamed at anyone, but he was so shaken, and so angry at both Lei and himself; he should have stopped the two rivals right away. “You have been given a privilege, detective Lei! Permission to use your considerable physical skills as you see fit in the war on crime, but using them against a fellow officer... I could fire you for this!”
Lei didn’t reply, but he lowered his eyes to the floor. He was ashamed, as he should be.
Chang couldn’t keep up his anger. He sat down in his chair and exhaled heavily. He felt too old for this kind of trouble. After a little while of awkward silence, he looked sharply at his number one detective. “Does this have anything to do with Kazuya Mishima?” Strange to think that that man might be behind both this and the trouble all those years ago.
Lei startled at the name. “Um, no! No, it doesn’t.”
Chang didn’t believe him. “Listen, Lei, when our superiors allowed you to pursue this case alone, they placed a great deal of faith in you, and I share that faith; you’ve fended off everything Mishima has thrown at you, things that would have made anyone else throw in the towel a long time ago, but even if you’re working off private funds, and even if you’re only obliged to report to me weekly, you’re still my detective, and part of the Interpol force. We are here to help you, and you have to abide by the rules.”
Lei looked a little lost. “I’m not sure if I understand, chief.”
“I might have let this incident go if it hadn’t come on top of so much else. You’ve been gone for a week, you come back a changed man and then you attack Liang where you’d usually just turn the other cheek, and all this comes when you’re working your biggest case since last time you investigated Kazuya Mishima!” At the mention of the case of twenty years back, some of Lei’s defences returned, making his jaw set. It was still a sore spot after all this time. “But back then you had a partner, and now you’re all alone.” Lei’s hands clenched. “I need you to talk to me, Lei! I need you to tell me what’s happened to you!” Yes, he had pushed all the buttons, but it might be just what Lei needed to open up. Chang held his breath and watched the detective struggle with himself.
“Nothing...nothing has happened. I just decided not to put up with Liang anymore.”
Chang swallowed a sigh of disappointment. “I won’t let this go, Lei Wulong.”
Lei didn’t reply.
“I’m suspending you for a week. You’ll pay Liang’s hospital bill, and you will apologize to him.”
Lei left without a backwards glance, and Chang Tong placed his head in his hands. He felt a headache coming on.
~*~*~
The first morning he had woken up before the sun and been unable to go back to sleep. Calling in sick had taken three tries, and the rest of the day had been spent moving restlessly from one room to another, feeling empty and sick, tormented by guilt and shame. He ate little and threw up afterwards. Nothing could take his mind of the men responsible for his fall from grace. When he showered it was with quick, mechanical movements, avoiding the sexual areas of his body.
For a week he continued this way, venturing outside only to buy food, and a couple of times when he couldn’t stand being alone with his thoughts anymore, but outside he felt like everyone was looking at him, like they knew what had happened to him, and once home he’d curl up in a corner of the couch and wish for sleep.
No matter how many times he told himself that he was only the victim of this crime, that it wasn’t his fault, an exhausted phrase, his gut feeling told him otherwise.
On Sunday he was still torn about going to work or not, until a familiar tune told him that he had gotten a message on his cell phone. It was short and to the point.
He is ready to talk.
Lei sat down on the couch. He had completely forgotten! Before last week he had been searching for an inside source in G Corporation, a step on the way to locating the labs used for their illegal genetics research. One scientist in particular had been very promising, guilt ridden over the things he had done in the name of advancement, but he had been too scared to agree to testify. Now he appeared to have changed his mind. Not pursuing this would be madness.
‘But I can’t…I can’t!’
The consequences of continuing the investigation were whispered, over and over again, in the back of his mind. The cuts on his back still blazoned his shame for all to see. Eventually he put away his cell phone without replying. There were no more messages.