Alrighty, so this is the prologue for the story that I'm starting really soon. I'm working on the first chapter right now so be patient! I still need to add chapters to the other stories that I started. Hope y'all enjoy! Please don't forget to r&r. It's much appreciated!
Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken or any of the songs and artists that will pop up later in the story.
"Ouch! Goddamn!"
Hwoarang hissed in pain and the girl that smacked him walked away with a flip of her highlighted hair.
"Bastard! Son of a worthless…"
The girl's voice could still be heard even as she stormed through the hall at top speed. Hwoarang shook his head and let out a loud sigh. Girls these days were becoming too violent, Hwoarang thought. Hwoarang marched out to the back of the school and waved to a group of guys that awaited him. They each had a tattoo that looked like a phoenix with fire bursting from its wings.
"Talon! What's up?"
"Boss got dumped again, didn't he?"
Hwoarang carelessly shrugged and flopped down on a crate box.
"Girl don't know what she's missing out on." Hwoarang chuckled.
The rest of the gang laughed heartily. The loudspeaker squeaked, causing everyone around the school to flinch, and someone's throat cleared over the loudspeaker.
"Hwoarang, your presence is requested in the principal's office. Immediately. Now."
Hwoarang sighed and he stood up.
"I'll catch you later, boys."
The gang waved and Hwoarang walked towards the principal's office.
"The principal is waiting for you, Hwoarang."
Hwoarang shrugged at the lady and he casually walked into the principal's office. The principal was standing by the window, looking as if he were a thousand miles away. He turned and gave the red-haired boy some sort of a glare.
"Wipe off that arrogant look of yours, Hwoarang." The principal said.
"You wanted to talk or something, Mr. Principal?" Hwoarang said, ignoring the principal's comment.
The principal frowned and he sat down in his chair, crossing his arms firmly across his chest.
"Your grades are horrible and the school year has barely begun," the principal sighed wearily, "what are we going to do with you? The freshmen look up to you and we are beginning to notice that they are becoming more like you. You must stop this disgraceful behavior."
Hwoarang snorted a laugh.
"And do what? Be a good little boy? You've got to be kidding me, Mr. Principal. This is my life. I'm not going to let an old geezer like you run my life for me."
The principal sighed and he pressed a button,
"Send them in, Lily," his gaze never left Hwoarang's eyes, "You're pushing me, Hwoarang. We have no choice—"
"Oh, hell no, Mr. Principal."
"—but to transfer you to Japan. Surely, if you are enrolled in Japan's best school, then you will be able to succeed in life."
Two security guards came in and Hwoarang stood up, clenching his fists.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Hwoarang punched the two guards and ran out of the office. A few more security guards came up and grabbed Hwoarang's arms, restraining him from doing any more damage.
"Damn it! Let me go!" Hwoarang shouted.
One of the guards took out their baton and hit the back of Hwoarang's head. Hwoarang blacked out, his body slumping in the guards' arms.