My name is Hwoarang...
Six months ago, if you told me that I'd be living in a small metropolitan area in central Illinois, alive, and with a good amount of cash, I would of told you that you were full of shit. But that's the truth. It is late fall in this city of Peoria, and I'm currently living here.
A lot happened after I killed Lee. Ling confessed that she had a feeling that he was with the agency, but she didn't want to make blind accusations. She went back to the States a couple hours later. I never got to say goodbye. At least Jin was able to talk to her.
Hours after it ended were we still at the ATU. I was able to get a couple hours of sleep before I was debriefed. Jin got a surprising phone call from the lawyers representing the Zaibatsu. Supposedly, Heihachi's will stated that only a blood relative of the Mishima Family could run the company. Jin was the only one alive and able to do the job, seeing as somehow Kazuya's body was missing. He reluctantly took the job.
I wasn't surprised when he sold the company the next day for a shitload of cash. But I was surprised when Jin gave me a check for ten million dollars. Since we were both going into witness protection, we put the money in a Swiss bank. At least there, nobody would know about it.
It was nice to know that Jin and I would both be in the same city. I figured that I'd be living alone, but that would have been too nice. Instead, the feds stuck me with an agent to serve as my bodyguard. That was funny, I thought. After all that I had gone through, I needed a bodyguard? Please, if I was in trouble, all I would need is a gun or my feet and the opportunity.
Now here I am, adjusting to a city that I think I'll never get used to. My agent bodyguard says it can get pretty cold here in the winter. Now I can stand cold. I had enough of it back in Korea. But the Midwest certainly isn't Korea. The summer's here are agonizing. The heat is dry, and get so fucking muggy. The past month we've dealt with fall weather and it's been nice. But now, it's getting colder. It's December now, and the agent is telling me to look for a tree.
I've got other things on my mind. Lately, I've been dreaming about Ling. I haven't heard from her since she left that day. Now that I mention it, I haven't even heard from Le Carre. It's times like these I thank God Jin is here. It would be impossible for me to try to start over again with nobody there to back you up. Money is one thing, but to try and live someplace where you don't know anyone and don't know anything about where you live is too tough.
I ended up buying a house in this little suburb called West Peoria. It seems like a tight knit community, and I certainly don't fit in with it. Jin ended up buying a mansion up on north side. The view from his front porch is enough to make artistic photographers drool. He's currently living under a different name, and I'm not. I like my name too much to exchange it for some other name like Fred or Mark. I've got nothing against those names, I just happen to like mine better.
Right now, I'm sitting in my car, waiting at a red light about five minutes from the house. I'm probably going to have to wrap this up. My phone's ringing, and the ID says it's my bodyguard. I should probably take this call...
The following takes place between 7:00 pm and 8:00 pm.
Events occur in real time.
Author's Note: I'm going to be taking a slight break from writing, but only because I have to. My school work is demanding so much attention this semester, and I can only write this when I can. Don't get me wrong, I have to write this story. I love it too much to abandon it. So while I won't be posting the first chapter for at least another month or so, don't worry. I will be back, and I promise, it will be worth the wait.