A/N: I would like you to know that I am going over this story chapter by chapter and fixing some grammer mistakes. I will do each chapter when I have the extra time.

Here is Chapter One.

A/N: A Christmas Story about Hwoarang and Lee. I thought it would be nice to do something for the Christmas season! So here it is Silver and Red Tinsel. A Story of two men one trying to find hope the other not be alone. Will they find love in between? Maybe! Please enjoy!

Chapter one

Chilly winds

The air was cold like ice; the wind running through the streets passing people on the way hitting them like a whip. The people who walked through that cold night stayed bundled in thick layers of cloths keeping safe from the cold wind. Their faces covered in scarfs and hoods and others in ski masks to keep them warm. Though no matter how much they kept covered it didn't stop them from feeling the cold wind that brushed passed their body. However the wind didn't bother most of the people who walked that night. All the people being covered didn't feel the harsh breeze against their face. The sting of the icy air wouldn't bother them though it did bother one person that night.

A red head Korean that goes by the name Hwoarang walked through the streets of New York that night, warring only a gene jacket to keep him warm. His hands buried in his pockets his head tilted downward watching his feet as he walked. He didn't know why he was walking that night in the cold or why he just had to leave his hotel room that night. It was too damn cold and he would of gladly walked back home if he hadn't gotten lost.

Hwoarang shivered through his thin gene jacket lifting his head up just for a moment to see what street he was on. Though, when his amber eyes scanned the area he couldn't find a street sign. It was too dark to see and he would just have to keep walking until he found one or perhaps ask someone for help. No the Korean wasn't going to ask someone for help. He wasn't the type of person to walk up to some stranger for directions.

Sighing heavily the Korean youth pushed his long red bangs out of his face only for the red strands to fall back into place. He was far too cold to worry much about his red main as he continued to walk down the street. He turned around a corner only to find himself walking down a narrow path. It was dark and there were many people huddled together in front of trash cans that were lit up in flames. Some of the people were lying on the ground near vomit or blood. A couple of people even looked dead.

The first thought that went through Hwoarang's head was 'Disgusting.' If that place reminded him of anything it reminded him of home; home, back in the streets of Korea. It sure was a mess maybe not as bad as Korea. Then again it could be worse. Sure the Korean was proud to be a Korean, proud to have been borne in a beautiful country that went downhill after the earlier wars. Though if it was one thing his late master Baek Do San had taught him was 'home was where the heart is no mater ware you are.' That's one thing the red head would always fallow and teach to his own kids when he was older.

Taking a brave step the red head continued to walk down the dark alleyway making his way back to the main street. He kept his eyes open watching each person he walked by. He watched as the people surrounded by they fire gave him cold glares and whispering to one another. He watched as one man grunted and threw up right near the Korean's boots.

"Grosse…" He said in English his Korean accent rolling of his tongue. He scooted away quickly from the man and continued to walk down the dark path. If he wasn't use to this sort of thing from living his life in Korea and wasn't a street thug he probably would have done the smart thing and just turned back. He wasn't worried; thanks to his late Master Baek Do San he was almost a master at Taekwondo. He knew he could probably take on anyone in that alleyway unless they had a gun then he knew he might be in for it.

The red head continued to walk through the alleyway picking up his speed as he made his way through. As he got near the end a pair of hands grabbed a hold of his shoulder and stopping him. His amber eyes closing and he sighed turning his head to see who it was. There standing behind him were three thugs each caring some sort of weapon in their hands. The one who grabbed him had a small hand gun pointing directly at the back of the Korean's red head. "Shit…."

"Shit is right!" said the guy on the left of the one with the gun. In his hand he held a metal crow-bar tapping it continually in his palm. "What you think you're doing walking in our turf pretty boy?"

"Yeah and alone?" said the boy on the right. Wrapped in each hand was a chain whip he held tightly in each fist. "Looking for trouble?"

Hwoarang let out a soft sigh tilting his head slightly to the side as his amber eyes closed. "I have no Money if that is what you want." He lied knowing well that he had money though no money that will be use to them. Only bits of Korean money and some Japanese yen that he had got from when he was in Japan and in the Iron fist tournament.

The three guys stared at each other as Hwoarang spoke. The one on the left stepping in front of Hwoarang and took a good look at him. "Look Jerry looks like we got our self's a Chink!" He said with a laugh and slapped Hwoarang's face hard.

Hwoarang's head jerked to the side as it was slapped his eyes closing shut from the sudden sting on his face. Slowly he turned his head to look at the man in front of him his eyes showing anger. "I'm not Chinese Dip shit."

"Looks like we got ourselves a mouth here Boys," said the one called Jerry, laughing as he waved the gun in the air. "You shouldn't let him talk like that Bill. Show him what we do to Chinks that talk back."

Bill grinned and nodded his head turning his attention back to Hwoarang who looked angrier now than he did before. "Here that Chinky boy? I got permission to punish ya. So how should I do that?" he said and paced back and forth in front of Hwoarang once. "I knows what I'm-a do to ya!" Then with a blink of eye Hwoarang was smacked in the face by the crow-bar, sending him hard to the ground landing in a cold puddle.

Hwoarang groaned in anger his hand moving to his cheek as he slowly sat up. His red hair soaked from the water sticking to the side of his face. He watched as the man named Bill stepped over to him and knelt down beside him grinning from ear to ear.

"Aw did that hurt? Did I hurt the little Chink?" he said, nudging at Hwoarang's shoulder. "It better have! Now you need to apologies for what you said to me."

"All right," Hwoarang said as he slowly sat up straight his amber eyes, staring right at Bill the anger blowing up inside of him. "Fuck you!" he said and kicked up his right leg right into Bill's chest sending him back knocking him to the ground. Hwoarang then jumped back to his own feet, watching as the guy with the chain help up Bill. "There's your apology Jack ass. Call me a chink again and you'll relay get what's coming to you! I'm Korean got that!?"

Jerry laughed slightly as he stepped over towards Hwoarang tapping his gun gently against the palm of his hand a grin on his face. "Doesn't matter what you are, your still a Chink. Now you'll have to pay for what you did to my friend there."

"Blow me." Hwoarang spat at him and went into a fighting stance ready to take on some action.

Bill laughed at the Korean's words and shook his head as he stepped closer placing the gun to his belt. "What a mouth you have. That will be Double payment. Joe, Bill you ready?"

Hwoarang watched as the other two men stepped over on each side of Jerry, both getting their weapons ready to fight the red head Korean, all three of them laughing. Hwoarang glared at them, sizing them up quickly as he watched as they came closer. He planted his right foot firmly onto the ground to get good balance, getting ready to strike. Then in the blink of an eye the whip chain went flying at him, grabbing a hold of his right arm and pulling him towards the group. Hwoarang groaned in pain but pulled back losing his balance and falling over tossing Joe to the ground with him.

Still having the chain around his arm Hwoarang got back up watching as Bill ran over to him, getting ready to smack Hwoarang in the head with the crow-bar. Just then Hwoarang shot up his right leg sending a powerful kick to the other man's chest sending him flying into Jerry. Though, before Hwoarang could even think what to do next the chain on his right arm was pulled sending him head first to the ground. Joe was standing in front of him laughing as he stepped hard onto Hwoarang's chest.

"Not to smart huh?" he said with a laugh.

Then as he moved his foot off of Hwoarang's chest Bill's crow-bar came flying down in its place. Hwoarang's eyes widened with the sudden blow and rolled over to his side, coughing and holding onto his chest. Another blow came right after but this one hit Hwoarang's side. Laughter could be heard in-between the grunts of pain Hwoarang shout out. Then came two more blows to his side.

"Look Jerry! He's in pain. Think he's crying yet?" Bill said with a laugh as he swung the crow-bar over his head to swing down again.

Jerry laughed in response, nodding his head. "Do it until he cry's Bill. See how much he likes it!"

Bill laughed and nodded. "You ready Korean trash?" he said and watched as Hwoarang started to move slowly sitting up only to be kicked back down by Joe.

"Stay down Freak!"

"Enough!" said another voice from the back of the three guys coming from the alley way exit.

All three guys turned to the man who spoke, each of them bringing a smirk to their faces. Hwoarang grunted and he slowly moved onto his back his amber eyes turning to the mysteries man before them. He watched as the three goons stepped a few feet away, though right in his view as the other man came closer.

"Look here guys. This guy is trying to be a hero. "Jerry said with a laugh. "What do you want hero? Can't you see were busy here?

"Yeah we're busy here so why don't you get lost or you're going to end up like him." Bill said, pointing down to Hwoarang who was slowly starting to get up again, though neither of them had noticed.

"Humph." The new guy said as he stared at the three guys, removing his hands from his pockets and forming them into fist. "I doubt that will happen. I won't let myself to look like that," he said with argents' his brown eyes watching the red head from behind the three goons.

"A talker huh?" Jerry said and stepped forward. "Looks like we're going to have double the fun."

"I have to agree with you, Jerry. Double the fun it's always a good thing! Top it off this guy looks loaded!" Joe said with a laugh. "Ready Bill?"

Though little did the other two knew Bill was now lying on the ground and Hwoarang was standing in his place clutching on his side. "More than ever." The Korean said and watched as the new guy got into his own fighting stance. Hwoarang had seen the fighting stance before back in the tournament. The fighting stance was known as 'hit man' though Hwoarang couldn't put a face on the man he had fought who used that stance before.

Before Hwoarang could even think about it the man in the 'hit man' stance flung into action, grabbing a hold of Jerry with his right foot slamming him hard to the ground then stopping onto his head. Hwoarang knew it was his cue then and slammed a right kick into Joe's back only to yelp in his own pain from the wounds he had contained from the crow-bar. Just then before Hwoarang could do anything else a strong hand grabbed a hold of his wrist and pulled him out of dark alleyway and into the street.

"Come on Kid; stay on your feet now," said the other man with a deep Japanese accent that Hwoarang was sure he had heard before.

Though Hwoarang was running by force and that this man was helping him the pain and the cold was really starting to get to him. And he felt himself starting to slow down. "Hey man, where are you taking me? " he asked his right arm moving to his ribs, rubbing them as he ran.

The two then came to a sudden stop and Hwoarang completely lost his balance falling towards the ground only for the man to catch his arms and pull him up right; Hwoarang's icy hair moving in face from the processes. Once he was standing straight again he pushed back his hair wishing he hadn't forgotten his goggles back in his hotel room.

"You alright now?" said the man standing next to Hwoarang a hand on the red head's shoulder.

Hwoarang slowly looked over at the man amber eyes meeting chocolate brown. "Lee?" he said, realizing who the man was.

"In the flesh," the silver haired man said with a grin as he took a cigarette out form his coat pocket offering one to Hwoarang.

"Thanks…," the red head said, taking the smoke and bringing it to his lips. letting Lee light it for him knowing he couldn't with numb fingers.

"No problem," Lee said, lighting his own cigarette and taking a quick drag before speaking again. "So what are you doing in the streets of New York? Is Korea not good enough for you?"

"Fuck you. It's not your business but I had to get away from some things."

"You're not trying to find Jin are you?" Lee asked as he watched the red head smoke his cigarette.

"Kazama?" Hwoarang started and sighed heavily shaking his head. "One thing I'm trying to get away from."

"Well to let you know my Nephew is long gone. No know knows ware he went off to. Hence why I asked."

"Nephew? What the hell? Aren't you Korean?"

"Yes, though I was adapted by Heihachi Mishima. He is my older brother's father. Being his rival I thought you would know."

"No. I knew he was a Mishima but I didn't know you were related to him. I don't much care though as I said I'm here to get away from all that crap. So if that's all you want to talk about I'm going," Hwoarang said, taking one last puff of his cigarette and tossing it to the ground. "Thanks for the help, see you next tournament." with that Hwoarang turned to leave clutching onto his ribs and slightly limping away.

Lee watched him for a moment then shook his head grabbing a hold of Hwoarang's shoulder. "Now wait here kid. My car is just down the street at least let me take you back to the hotel. I won't say another word about the tournament."

Hwoarang stopped and turned around, staring at the older Korean before him, his eyes narrowing. "Why you trying to help me? You don't even know me jack ass."

Lee was a bit taken back from the red heads words but sighed with a smile, withdrawing his hand. "It's obvious you're hurt, and it's cold. You can use the ride. Also it being so close to Christmas, I'm in a bit of the holiday mood." Lee said with a shrug.

"Christmas is gay. Though fine if it will get you off my back then all right take me to your car," he said, zipping his jacket up closer to his chin. Hwoarang didn't want to be out in the cold much longer. He was sure his fingers already had frost bite and his hair was already stiff as a rock from landing in the puddle. He knew tomorrow he was going to be sick as a dog and knew that was something he had to live with.

Hwoarang watched Lee for a moment waiting for the older man to finish his cigarette. When he finally did the two of them started to walk down the street together until they made it to a silver haunda parked right out front of a French restaurant. Hwoarang had found that odd that his car was parked almost seven blocks away from ware Lee had found him. "Do you always take walks after you eat or something?"

Lee turned to face the younger Korean as he took the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the passenger side for Hwoarang to get in. "No but I needed a pack of smokes and had notice a tobacco store next to that alleyway. I wasn't about to park my car down there knowing the area isn't well so I kept it here and walked. After I got my smokes that is when I noticed what was going on."

Hwoarang nodded and got on into the car buckling the seat belt over his chest glad to be in some kind of warmth. He watched as Lee got into the driver's side and started the engine. "Well I guess I owe you one then…."

"Maybe, though I'm not going to worry of that. Now wares are you staying?" Lee asked, pulling out of the parking lot.

"The Holiday inn." Hwoarang said with a yawn.

"Holiday inn? You staying there with the money you got from the tournament?"

"That and some money I saved up form hustling street fights. I'm booked there until the first. Then I'm heading back to Korea," Hwoarang said, his head leaning against the window as Lee drove slowly down the street.

"You spending the Christmas Holiday with anyone special?"

"No."

"Anyone at all?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Why aren't you?" Hwoarang said with anger as he sat back up straight. "What the fuck do you care for?"

"I don't." Lee answered as he turned a sharp corner his eyes scanning the road. "I'm here on business I don't have time to spend it with family. Like I would anyway, though I was just wondering why you weren't. Being as young as you are I was sure you had a lady friend by now. With your mouth I can see why you don't," he said with a frown.

"Fuck you. It's none of your business. I want to spend it alone because I need to get away from everything. Japan the tournament, Korea and Baek." Hwoarang stared hard at Lee.

"Baek? As in Back Doo san the Taekwondo master?" Lee asked, turning to look at the red head for a moment. His brown hues meting Hwoarang's amber orbs before the younger Korean looked away and Lee's attention went back to the road.

"Yes…," Hwoarang finally answered after a moment of silence. "He was my master and for the last five years he was like a father figure to me. Then he died just before the Iron fist tournament during my spar with Kazama. But I rather not talk about that either.

"Oh, Sorry," Lee said and those were the last words from the older Korean.

The rest of the drive back to the hotel was quiet and awkward. Hwoarang kept his head against the window watching the cars move by as Lee continued to drive. Then finally as Lee got to the hotel and parked the car he turned to look at Hwoarang as the red head was unbuckling his seat belt. "Well…, umm if I don't see you again during the time you are here I hope you get everything worked out."

"Yeah well I doubt I will be seeing you again, Lee. Though If I do I'll let you know. Thanks for the ride and everything else." Hwoarang said, opening the car door and slowly making his way out.

Then as Hwoarang was sliding out the car Lee grabbed his arm and pulled him back in. "I'm sorry for the questions earlier. I would like to see you again."

Hwoarang's eyes narrowed and he pulled away from the older man. "I don't think that will be happing. You-" he started to say but was cut off as a pair of soft pink lips brushed against his. Hwoarang's amber eyes widened and he had no idea what just happened. Chills brushed threw his spine much like the cold wind, which didn't feel so cold anymore. Lee then slowly pulled away from him with a smile. Hwoarang stared at him blinking a few times before pulling away from the car and running back towards his hotel leaving Lee there alone.