CHAPTER 1 – FAREWELL MILITARY
Hwoarang, an ex soldier who had just left the military after the result of the King of Iron Fist Tournament 4…
Hwoarang was a red headed, cocky young man with high spirit and a love of combat, he himself, was an expert Tae-Kwon-Do ist, and thrived on being the proud leader of a gang of thugs in his home country of Korea. However the street fights did not do anything for Hwoarang, he needed to something more - to confront his rival, Jin Kazama, and beat him in all glory…
Hwoarang pondered these thoughts, with a smirk upon his face. "…I'll get you, Kazama." He whispered to himself. "Excuse me." Said a man rushing past him at full speed, dragging along what appeared to be a rather heavy suitcase. Hwoarang shifted and moved out of the way.
Hwoarang was in an airport. He was on his way to the 5th Tournament which had just been announced, and he received a letter, from his Master, Baek Doo San, telling him to meet him at the tournament but what Hwoarang awaited was a final confrontation with Jin. However, Hwoarang wasn't one for being early and precise, and decided to take a small detour to Arizona, there, he could…relax, take time off from his hard (to him piece of cake) days in the Military, and train his body into fighting fit, ready to finish off his rival and claim he was better than him, after his ever regretful draw a while back against Jin in one of his fixed street fights…
It hadn't been long, and Hwoarang had gone through security and was boarding the plane to Arizona…
He took his seat in the 3rd cabin, number 21 – which was exactly his age. He smiled to himself and sat down, hired some ear phones and plugged them into his armchair…he flicked through the music channels quickly. "No…no…no, and no!" He sighed, when he finally came across a rock channel that took his liking, satisfied, he settled down and turned the volume up while bobbing his head along soundly to the music. Within moments later, he heard a loud shrieking of laughter, and loud bumps on his chair. He scowled, knowing he was sitting right in front of some kids. He turned to find a bunch of five year olds, and their parents trying to hush them. He gave them all a fixed stare then turned back…thud, thud, thud, thud…the children had obviously not taken the hint. Hwoarang swivelled round fast, and grabbed one of their arms. "Listen kid, I suggest you stop now," He was cut off. "Excuse me Sir…is everything alright? Oh! Children, kids…stop please." Said a voice. He looked up to see an attractive air hostess standing over him. "Oh, everything is fine…now." He smirked. The air hostess, flattered, smiled at him, showing off her pearly white teeth. She had blonde hair, tied up in a bun, with blue eyes. "Sorry about that," She pardoned. "Can I get you anything?" She asked as the trolley approached them. "Heh, yeah you…" He muttered. "What was that?" She asked. "Nothing…water, I said water." The Air hostess nodded and handed him a small cup of cold water, she blushed, noticing how Hwoarang was eyeing her. "The name's Hwoarang." Hwoarang nodded to her, she smiled not knowing what to say or do. Hwoarang rolled his eyes, quickly loosing interest at how boring she seemed and un talkative. He turned away and listening back to his loud music. The hostess, was left feeling rejected she huffed and carried on serving.
It seemed a long flight, but finally it was over, and the plane had safely landed. Boy, what a landing it was, with all the turbulence they experienced and a hostess falling over. He laughed to himself, collected his bag and headed for the nearest exit…but, most to his dismay, yet slight pleasure was the blonde hostess biding everyone goodbye. He walked up to her. "See you then," She smiled. She smiled back. "Did you enjoy your flight?" She asked, Hwoarang, who felt very flirtatious like half of the time smirked. "It was interesting; I just hope im boarding this flight when I come back." He smirked. "Why's that, Sir?" She asked. Hwoarang grinned. "I think we both know…" Hwoarang leaned in and whispered something in her ear. The hostess turned scarlet, and pursed her lips. "I umm, I…" She composed herself. "Hope to see you again," She said with a smile. Hwoarang laughed and walked off. She was hot, but then again, he'd seen too many like her before, they were all so easily flattered and easy to get. What he needed was a challenge, but no girl could resist his charm, surely. Well, that's what he thought…