A/N:
Hello! *waves* Most of you probably aren't familiar with my work, because my other fanfics are in the Final Fantasy 7 group, but I couldn't help noticing all of the Hwoarang fics. They were practically all yaoi or lemon. So I decided to throw one of my twisted stories to the mix. We'll see how it goes. If you absolutly HAVE to flame me (meanies!^_~), say it constructively. I'd like to know WHY you don't like it so I can fix it, ok? Now that we've got that cleared up, on to the fic!
It was dark. Hwoarang guessed it to be about midnight. He and some of his army friends had gone AWOL, *again*. But tonight wasn't as fun as all the other nights had been. For most the night, Hwoarang just sat in the back of the "borrowed" hummer without a word, his expression pensive. Of course, his silence aroused many questions from his friends. Hwoarang was normally the first to get drunk, and the most reluctant to get back to the military camp. But tonight, he blended with every shadow, and only spoke when answering certain questions.
"Yo, Hwoarang! You alive back there?" asked one of his friends. He turned around to look at his copper-haired companion. "Hellooooo? What is up with you tonight?"
Hwoarang looked up. "Nothing. Tonight's just different."
The ebony-skinned youth sitting beside him gave Hwoarang a questioning look. "Wutta you talkin' 'bout? We do dis all da time and you've always been da loudest and da wildest. Wassup wit you?"
Hwoarang stayed silent. He stared at the rapidly passing scenes outside the vehicle. He saw all kinds of people. Drug dealers, thugs, hookers, street gangs...it was the same thing day and night. People just trying to get by. But if this was the same as any other night, why did he feel so depressed?
This definitely wasn't the worst place in his life. He remembered his childhood. He had a sweet Korean mother who had moved to America two years before he was born. It was only six months after she had moved and already a man had attracted her. About five months later, she became pregnant.
After Hwoarang was born, she still had not married his father, and she never did. Three years later she had been murdered by the same man who was Hwoarang's father. Every night, his father would come home and beat Hwoarang, drunk or otherwise. Sometimes it was better when he was drunk; he couldn't aim his punches. By the age of ten, Hwoarang had left and joined a gang. One year later he was tought tae kwon do by Baek Doo San. He became a master at age seventeen. When he became nineteen, he had already killed the gang leader and gained control. He swindled others for money, betting on fights while concealing his true power. After drawing with Jin Kazama, and learning the death of his teacher, Hwoarang sought revenge, against both Jin and the Toshin. He won both.
It wasn't long before Hwoarang grew tired of America, and moved to his homeland. He had barely been there a month when he was put into the military. Twenty one years old, and Hwoarang had already claimed the title of the best soldier in the military. But his habit for breaking the rules kept him at the rank of lieutenant. But the military was boring. All the combat done was in a sneak attack, and practically no opposition sprang to the challenge of facing Hwoarang. He missed his gang, and he missed the King of Iron Fist Tournament. Going AWOL was always fun, and it always lightened his spirits. WHY wasn't tonight the same?
"Um, well guys, you wanna head back to base?" asked the sandy-haired man named Arick. "I really, REALLY don't wanna hafta have KP again."
There were murmurs of agreement. The loss of Hwoarang's spirit was a great impact on the all th soldiers' night. They drove back to the base in silence.
The next day was just as all the other days were. Hwoarang and his four friends were forced to KP duty for a week as punishment, much to his blonde friend's dismay.
'Well, at least I'm not hungover this time.' thought Hwoarang.
"This totally SUCKS!" yelled Arick. "Can't they think of a better punishment?! Like setting up the obstacle course?"
Unfortunatly, the captain of his divison heard him, and assigned him two more weeks of KP. "Aw, man..." moaned Arick.
While washing the dishes after dinner, Arick sneaked his way over to Hwoarang on the other side of the kitchen. "Hey, if you promise to actually *say* something this time, you wanna go out again?" he whispered. In a normal voice he said, "You need help with the chili pot?"
"Thanks Arick." Hwoarang said, trying not to sound too fake. Under his breath he muttered, "Sure, I'll get the other guys. Sorry about last night."
Once again, the five men were out on the town. The five men, Hwoarang, Arick, the black-skinned Dan, and the two brown-haired brothers Sam and Alex. Tonight Hwoarang felt as he normally did. They drank, gambled, and picked fights.
"Yeah, dat's right! You were totally out of it last night, and now your back! Wut happened?" Dan asked.
Hwoarang just grinned. "give me one good reason to tell you guys."
"Yeah, we got yo' money!" Alex yelled from his perch on the open window of the hummer.
"Oh, nice!" Arick punched Alex, nearly pushing him out of the window. "You gotta tell us now, you red-haired bastard!"
"Oh, screw you!" Hwoarang shouted over the sounds of honking horns. "Fine! I really don't know what happened, okay? Hey, maybe it was that awful beer we drank the day before!"
"Hey hey hey! That was the best bar we've been to so far! Don't even get me started!" retorted Arick.
The night continued that way. The five of them bar-hopping, and they returned to base at two, where they slept for three hours before waking at dawn.
'I don't know why,' thought Hwoarang as he forced himself to shuffle over to his clothes, 'but today seems different. I can feel it. Something's going to happen.'
A/N:
Okay, cliffhanger. I hope you guys can hold on! I just need to get the plot adjusted and the next chapter will be comin' out soon! I hope you guys liked it. If you didn't, tell me why and I'll try to fix it, okay? C'ya!
Hello! *waves* Most of you probably aren't familiar with my work, because my other fanfics are in the Final Fantasy 7 group, but I couldn't help noticing all of the Hwoarang fics. They were practically all yaoi or lemon. So I decided to throw one of my twisted stories to the mix. We'll see how it goes. If you absolutly HAVE to flame me (meanies!^_~), say it constructively. I'd like to know WHY you don't like it so I can fix it, ok? Now that we've got that cleared up, on to the fic!
It was dark. Hwoarang guessed it to be about midnight. He and some of his army friends had gone AWOL, *again*. But tonight wasn't as fun as all the other nights had been. For most the night, Hwoarang just sat in the back of the "borrowed" hummer without a word, his expression pensive. Of course, his silence aroused many questions from his friends. Hwoarang was normally the first to get drunk, and the most reluctant to get back to the military camp. But tonight, he blended with every shadow, and only spoke when answering certain questions.
"Yo, Hwoarang! You alive back there?" asked one of his friends. He turned around to look at his copper-haired companion. "Hellooooo? What is up with you tonight?"
Hwoarang looked up. "Nothing. Tonight's just different."
The ebony-skinned youth sitting beside him gave Hwoarang a questioning look. "Wutta you talkin' 'bout? We do dis all da time and you've always been da loudest and da wildest. Wassup wit you?"
Hwoarang stayed silent. He stared at the rapidly passing scenes outside the vehicle. He saw all kinds of people. Drug dealers, thugs, hookers, street gangs...it was the same thing day and night. People just trying to get by. But if this was the same as any other night, why did he feel so depressed?
This definitely wasn't the worst place in his life. He remembered his childhood. He had a sweet Korean mother who had moved to America two years before he was born. It was only six months after she had moved and already a man had attracted her. About five months later, she became pregnant.
After Hwoarang was born, she still had not married his father, and she never did. Three years later she had been murdered by the same man who was Hwoarang's father. Every night, his father would come home and beat Hwoarang, drunk or otherwise. Sometimes it was better when he was drunk; he couldn't aim his punches. By the age of ten, Hwoarang had left and joined a gang. One year later he was tought tae kwon do by Baek Doo San. He became a master at age seventeen. When he became nineteen, he had already killed the gang leader and gained control. He swindled others for money, betting on fights while concealing his true power. After drawing with Jin Kazama, and learning the death of his teacher, Hwoarang sought revenge, against both Jin and the Toshin. He won both.
It wasn't long before Hwoarang grew tired of America, and moved to his homeland. He had barely been there a month when he was put into the military. Twenty one years old, and Hwoarang had already claimed the title of the best soldier in the military. But his habit for breaking the rules kept him at the rank of lieutenant. But the military was boring. All the combat done was in a sneak attack, and practically no opposition sprang to the challenge of facing Hwoarang. He missed his gang, and he missed the King of Iron Fist Tournament. Going AWOL was always fun, and it always lightened his spirits. WHY wasn't tonight the same?
"Um, well guys, you wanna head back to base?" asked the sandy-haired man named Arick. "I really, REALLY don't wanna hafta have KP again."
There were murmurs of agreement. The loss of Hwoarang's spirit was a great impact on the all th soldiers' night. They drove back to the base in silence.
The next day was just as all the other days were. Hwoarang and his four friends were forced to KP duty for a week as punishment, much to his blonde friend's dismay.
'Well, at least I'm not hungover this time.' thought Hwoarang.
"This totally SUCKS!" yelled Arick. "Can't they think of a better punishment?! Like setting up the obstacle course?"
Unfortunatly, the captain of his divison heard him, and assigned him two more weeks of KP. "Aw, man..." moaned Arick.
While washing the dishes after dinner, Arick sneaked his way over to Hwoarang on the other side of the kitchen. "Hey, if you promise to actually *say* something this time, you wanna go out again?" he whispered. In a normal voice he said, "You need help with the chili pot?"
"Thanks Arick." Hwoarang said, trying not to sound too fake. Under his breath he muttered, "Sure, I'll get the other guys. Sorry about last night."
Once again, the five men were out on the town. The five men, Hwoarang, Arick, the black-skinned Dan, and the two brown-haired brothers Sam and Alex. Tonight Hwoarang felt as he normally did. They drank, gambled, and picked fights.
"Yeah, dat's right! You were totally out of it last night, and now your back! Wut happened?" Dan asked.
Hwoarang just grinned. "give me one good reason to tell you guys."
"Yeah, we got yo' money!" Alex yelled from his perch on the open window of the hummer.
"Oh, nice!" Arick punched Alex, nearly pushing him out of the window. "You gotta tell us now, you red-haired bastard!"
"Oh, screw you!" Hwoarang shouted over the sounds of honking horns. "Fine! I really don't know what happened, okay? Hey, maybe it was that awful beer we drank the day before!"
"Hey hey hey! That was the best bar we've been to so far! Don't even get me started!" retorted Arick.
The night continued that way. The five of them bar-hopping, and they returned to base at two, where they slept for three hours before waking at dawn.
'I don't know why,' thought Hwoarang as he forced himself to shuffle over to his clothes, 'but today seems different. I can feel it. Something's going to happen.'
A/N:
Okay, cliffhanger. I hope you guys can hold on! I just need to get the plot adjusted and the next chapter will be comin' out soon! I hope you guys liked it. If you didn't, tell me why and I'll try to fix it, okay? C'ya!