There was something about him. Something that I couldn't see, something that no one could. I was drawn to it. I don't know why, or even how I could be, but I found myself watching him when no one was looking, observing his movements, expressions...everything. He had it all; looks, money, brains, talent, moves...even a whole fanclub full of girls. It was all too good...something had to be wrong somewhere, right?

I felt something for him. Call it curiosity, or possibly an obsession...but whatever it was, it was so much more than a rivalry.

- - -

It was a typical Thursday lunch break; the girls were walking around, talking and giggling, and me and the rest of the guys, minus Jin Kazama, were hanging out at the benches opposite the field. We were doing the usual; talking, fighting, eating and smoking here and there. I took my usual seat; the table.

I took out a cigarette, lit it up and inhaled the sweet smoke. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. I checked on the guys, seeing what they were up to. Steve and Forrest were sparring on the field, so I left them to it. I searched through the trees, looking for Kazama. That bitch always had his head stuck in a book, eating some exotic Japanese dish, and was always sitting underneath the small sakura tree by the rose bushes. I smirked, looking at him.

I continued looking at him. Then something that happened that I didn't plan for. His chocolate eyes shot up, meeting mine. My grin grew, and I continued staring into his eyes. A minute or so later, he shrugged it off, and continued reading. Every now and then, he'd look up, only to find me looking directly at him.

During registration, I had a permanent grin on my face. I sat next to his sister, Asuka. Me and her got along well. Besides, it was great because it pissed him off. He sure as hell didn't want his sister getting involved with a Korean streetfighter, did he? I loved registration order: Julia Chang, Steve Fox, Miharu Hirano, Hwoarang, Asuka Kazama, Jin Kazama, Forrest Law, Lili, Christie Monteiro, Ling Xiaoyu. Heaven or what? That Kazama idiot was only a seat away from me, and his sister was right next to me. Not a day went by when I didn't flirt with her. I knew it would just let me get under his skin.

Asuka trusted me, to the point where she would call me in the middle of the night because she needed to escape from the Mishima/Kazama mansion. She would always knock on my apartment door, and be almost in tears. There was something I didn't know about her family, though I knew a lot. I know that it was Kazuya who killed Baek...and it's one reason why I despise Jin; he's the living replica of his father. On many occasions, I asked her what was going on in her family, but she never told me. She always joked it off, saying that it was like I was obsessed with her family or something. I would always laugh, mostly forced, and tell her that it was only because I cared about her, so I wanted to know what was going on.

It was partially because of her. I did like her. But I was more interested in Jin. He was so mysterious, like a puzzle with a missing piece that you couldn't find, no matter where or how hard you looked. It bugged me. I wanted to know what made that stain on a perfect white sheet. What tainted Jin Kazama.

Occasionally, Steve and Forrest would find me looking at Jin. They usually burst out laughing, and doubted if I was still straight. I would laugh it off with them, but deep down...what did I feel? Surely rivalry doesn't mean that you hunt down your rival. That's what it felt like. Whenever I looked at him for too long, whenever my lips parted at the sight of him, whenever the meeting of our eyes sent shivers down my spine...

- - -

After regestration, I said bye to Asuka, and headed to get my PE kit from my locker. PE. Huh. My favourite subject...

After collecting my kit, I headed to the changing room. I slumped down at my usual spot, dumped my backpack, removed my blazer and took off my shirt. I slipped into my t-shirt, then put on my tracksuit bottoms and trainers. I avoided looking at Jin, just in case he saw me.

- - -

Time flew by during PE. I stripped down to my boxers, then hit the showers. I let the sizzling water dance around on my skin. Then, a familiar presence entered the cubicle next to me. Jin.

"Hey, buddy, see ya tomorrow!" Steve shouted, as he left the changing room.
"Hmmmm, yeah, if you don't get wiped by Christie." I replied, smirking.
"Well, it's more in the love department than you have, mate."
"Please, I have Kazama's sister."
"You wish," He added. "Anyways, laters."

With that, he left.

Huh. Kazama's sister. Who said I wanted his sister?

Then, I heard the loud beep of my phone. I sighed, and decided to get out of the shower. As I came out, I wrapped a towel around myself. I then walked over to my bag, and dug around in my pocket for my phone.

Psssh! It aint his sister you're after, it's him! Anyways, see ya bro!

Steve.

Ugh.

Great. Now even my best friend is convinced I'm gay.

Suddenly, I heard a bloodcurdling noise coming from the showers. I looked back. Then the noise turned into a deep screaming. Coming directly from Jin's cubicle. The man screamed?! I shook my head, and decided to check it out. I edged closer to the cubicle. He screamed again, this time louder. Thinking he was in pain, I absentmindedly barged into the shower.

I wish I hadn't.

I'd finally found what I'd been looking for.

The missing puzzle piece of Jin Kazama.

In front of me, a winged devil stood. Horns spawned from his head, teeth grown into fangs, hands into claws, and decked out in tatoos.

I stood there, still, in utter shock.

I was surprised that he hadn't ripped my head off.

He looked at me. I was expecting some weird laser beam to come out from his head and kill me.

I didn't expect a tear to roll down his face.

"Hwoarang...I...I didn't expect you'd be the first one to find out about my cursed blood..."
"Well...I heard screaming. I was...worried..."
"Thanks, I guess. But go now. You can't see me like this."
"Heh, I just have. And I've seen something else too..." I guess no matter how shit scared I was, my cockiness and arrogance would never die.
"No one can know. About me, about you seeing me, about any of this."
"No, no, wait. I see it now 'Kazama is a devil boy!' I like it." Why was I being such a jerk? Here's Kazama as a devil. Naked.
"Please, Hwoarang," He paused. "I beg you. No one can know."
"Hmmmm. Well, I may die down about it; 'Kazama's Secret!!!!'"
"Hwoarang, stop. I'll do anything..."
A smirk crept up on my face. "Anything...?"
"You name it."
"Alright then, it's a deal."
A wave of relief washed over him, and for some unknown reason, his wings, horns and claws retreated back into his skin. He let out a small scream.

Then, it was just me and him. Standing there.

"...W...what do you want me to do?" He said, shakily.
"It's not what I want you to do, it's what I want to do to you." I said, walking closer to him. We were so close that I felt his warm skin against mine. "Just don't fight me off...baby..." I smirked. I grabbed him, and kissed him passionately. He didn't respond for quite a bit, but he eventually gave up his defence.

I guess...this was the answer to all my questions. I had the final piece to the puzzle that is Jin Kazama...and the answer as to why I would stare at him for too long, why my lips parted at the sight of him, why whenever his gaze met mine it sent shivers down my spine.

- - -

I arrived at school, smiling to myself. Blackmail had been great. I wonder what today would bring.

I soon got that answer when a familiar hand pulled me into the changing rooms.

Forget English first thing in the morning.