Hello Soul Calibur fans! My name is but you can call me Wise White Dragon. I have written a few manga fics (none of which are finished.) but lately I havn't been able to update (boohoo), but I decided that I would try harder. Recently, I got the Soul Calibur game and fell in love with the charachters, so I decided to write a fic about my best charachter (Talim, of course) and one of the cutest charachters (YunSung). After mastering most of Talims move I decided it was time to write a fanfic! Okay ut a few notes.

1. I will not be able to update all the time.

2. Please do not threaten to find out where I live, kidnap me, and force me to write more chapters if I don not update for a while.

3. I like chocolate and puppies.

Okay, on with the fic!

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Yunsung knew right away that she was different from any girl he had met before in his entire life.

Just the way she looked, the way she stood, nervously biting her lip as the teacher introduced her in his trademark monotone voice shouted just how different she was. She wore her hair in two loose pigtails that draped down her back, making the image of Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz come to mind; her backpack was ragtag and worn and practically bulging with supplies. Her school uniform was crisp and clean, and for once the skirt was not hiked up like so many of the girls at his highschool would do. But what shouted that she was different the most was her socks.

Bright, knee-high, neon green socks.

Even from his spot in the back of the gray room, they practically burned his eyes out of his skull and he half wondered if they were radioactive. All around the room he could hear people murmering and snickering at this unusual outfit, several cruel remarks going unheard by the teacher. During his observation of this stranger, he realized to his shock that she was slowly making her way towards him between the rows of the desks, as the teacher pointed lazily to the open chair beside him. Quietly she sat down and unzipped her backpack, ignoring the stares around her as she pulled out her text books. Slowly, the class returned to normal as the boring lesson continued. The air was still and dry, and the occasional snores and yawns simply made the enviroment all the more boring. His head propped up by his arm, he could slowly feel himself losing conciousness so instead he focused his attention on the girl beside him. She was rather short for a person, and her bust was small. Her form was good though, tight and slim, and her large brown eyes simply...

"Excuse me."

Yunsung was startled from his analysis. The girl beside him glared at him, her expressive eyes rippling with annoyance.

"Would you please not stare at me? I'm trying to work." she whispered, before turning back to her notes.

Embarassed, he turned his head from her, feeling the heat rise up in his cheeks. What the hell was he doing anyway, I mean she might think he was checking her out or somethin...

"HONG YUNSUNG! WILL YOU PAY ATTENTION?!?" the teacher roared, the last shred of his patience evaporating.

Startled, Yunsung attempted to stand. Unfortunately he was still sitting at his desk which resulted in him flopping sideways as he lost his balance...

...straight into the lap of the girl with the neon green socks.

She gave a startled yelp and instantly he jerked out of her lap, only to collapse on the floor, the girl's notes fluttering down gently to rest upon his fiery head.

The whole class was silent.

Then the whole room exploded in laughter. Across the room he could see his best friend and football teamate Kilik doubled over, laughing. Yunsung stood up, putting the crumpled notes on the embarassed girl's desk and looked forward to the teacher, his face as red as a tomatoe. "Yes sir?"

"Well, if you are done disrupting my class," the seething teacher hissed amidst the chaos, "Then will you please answer the question?"

By now the class had quieted down to a few giggles and chuckles as many eyes stared expectantly at him. He could feel the panic rising in his chest as he desperately tried to remember what the lesson was. "Uh..."

"...The answer is hydrocarbon!" he heard someone next to him whisper faintly. It was so quiet he could barely hear it.

"...What?" he breathed, not daring to look at the speaker.

"...Just say it, dumbass!" the soft voice hissed, accompanied by a sharp poke in his thigh. All this went unseen by the teacher as he continued to gaze almost like a predator at his young fiery-haired student sweat. Yunsung debated earnestly with himself then decided to go for it. The heck with it, if he got it wrong, all he'd probably have to do is to stay after class and clean something... "The answer is Hydrocarbon." he half shouted. The class was dead still, and shock was written on everyones faces, mostly upon the teachers.

"...That is correct, Mr. Hong..." the teacher murmered almost with a mystified air. Releived, Yunsung sat down, strangely exhausted. The air was filled with whisperings as the teacher turned back to the board, amazement still on his features. With a sigh Yunsung settled his head on the desk. That had been close...

Suddenly the bell rang and the students crowded out between the desk and out the door, the poor teacher shouting out what the homework was. As he shoved his stuff into his bag, yunsung suddenly realized he had forgotten to thank his small savior. He turned to the desk beside him. "Hey than..."

She was gone.

He scratched his head in amazement. When had she left? He hadn't even sensed her leaving. Shaking his head, he managed to shove the rest of his stuff into his bag and make it out to the hallway. Ah well, at least school was over. Now all he had to do was survive through practice...

In a flash, he ducked the arm that had swung out of nowhere, effectively trapping it, but somehow the attacker slid out of it and the next thing he knew, his face was being mashed up into the locker. "Not to bad this time buddy, but your traps suck." he heard Kilik drawl, releasing him. Yunsung turned about, a scowl on his face as he made a wild swing toawrd his best friend's head, which the senior easily dodged. Kilik had been like a brother to him since he was little, but he still was a pain in the ass sometime. Kilik, one of the best quarterbacks in the history of the school, one of the most popular and sought after kids in school, one of the best street fighters there were, one who had one of the hottest girlfriends around... Yunsung smirked to himself. One who still slept with a nightlight... "Oy Yun! I saw you checkin out that midget in class! Dude, I don't think she's your type..." Kilik grinned mischeviously, snapping Yunsung from his thoughts. Said boy scoffed, smacking his friend on the ear. "Keh. Yeah right. Did you see those socks she was wearing? She looked like a little leprachaun." he huffed. As fate would have it, the girl with said socks walked past at that moment, her head down. As if in slow motion, as the words came out his mouth, he watched her back stiffen and then quite calmly with no change in pace she continued to walk on, down the hal and out of sight. Kilik noticed none of this. "Yeah, I thought so too... so your sis Seung Mina's gonna pick you up after practice, right?" "Ah yeah, sure.." Yunsung said unfocusedly, watching the corner the girl had disappeared around. "Listen, I gotta go, okay? I'll see you later." and with that, he jogged down the hall after her. But as he rounded the corner, he was confronted with a near empty corridor, the doors locked and silent. There was no way she could have disappeared so fast could she? What was going on? Shaking his head again, he decided to head on down to the locker room. Practice, after all wasn't going to wait for him, even if he was the star of the team...

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Hong YunSung.

The god of all hotness.

The star of the football team.

A damn fine marital artist and known street fighter.

And he had such a cute butt!

Cassandra gave an exasperated sigh as she caressed the small rumpled picture in her locker. She wanted him so badly it almost hurt. He was funny, and cute, and... she sighed again. Whenever there was competetion, even the slightest enemy, she had always fought to the finish, always coming out on top.

So why did he not like her?

The five pound box of valentine candy she gave him?

Returned with a short curt notice about how he wasn't planning on gaining five hundred pounds.

The pair of matching necklaces with "boyfriend, girlfriend" enscribed on them?

Shoved in her locker with a large "NO" note.

So why?

She had racked her brains and finally came up with the answer.

She wasn't sexy enough for him!

It hurt her to admit such a thing to herself. Even though she was astonishingly beautiful with blonde hair and perfect bod, she wasn't good enough for him. So she had run out and bought the most sexiest outift she could find, put it on underneath her school clothes and here she was at his practice, just like countless amounts of time before. There he was, running like a gazelle, or a proud lion, so strong and...

"...Excuse me, where is Coach Green?" a quiet voice interrupted her from her dreams. Startled, Cassandra looked up at the girl beside her. She still wore her gray unifrom (Ugh, sooo unfashionable) and hugged a few books to her chest. The image of the perfect schoolgirl. "Why, what do you want?" the blonde replied haughtily.

"I simply want to talk to him about the Track team."

"Well he's down on the field right now, but seriously, I don't think a little shrimp like you..." she suddenly realized that the girl had gone and that she was alone on the bleachers. "Well that was rude!" the snooty girl huffed, before turning her attention back to her idol.

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Yunsung gasped for breath as he reached the endzone. So far he had done a pretty good amount of dodging and such but as he came to a stop he realized he had a deep gnawing of guilt in his stomach and...

WHAM! his teamate came out of nowhere, bowling him end over end. When he came to a stop, he looked blearily up into the concerned face of his best friend and Coach Green's own annoyed one. "What the hell were you doing out there, Hong? You just stood there like a monkey, and-"

"Uh, excuse me, Coach Green I presume?"

Yunsung looked blearily over to the speaker and was shocked to find the very reason his game had been suffering all practice. "Yeah, who are you tiny?" The coach towered over her, his lower jaw quivering in annoyance. By now the whole team had gathered around, some whispering about this strange girl; none made a move to help Yunsung up. However, she remained calm and collected, paying no attention to the crumpled red-head on the ground beside her and focused on the man before her.

"I'd like to join the track team."

There was silence.

Then the whole team (except the coach) erupted into laughter, just like in the classroom. Yunsung had by now struggled to his feet, watching the girl in silence when she suddenly spoke.

"My name is Talim. I want to join the track team. And to prove it, I will out run everyone on this team." she spoke with sudden passion, her eyes burning with a sudden ferocity

Again there was silence, but unlike before, no one felt like laughing as they shivered under her cold gaze. Finally the coach walked forward a bit, a strange observing look on his face.. "Kid, you got spirit. ... Alright. Lets see what you can do!" he turned to the rest of the group. "Alright ladies!" he barked, back to his usual self. "Line up! Were going to have a test of speed! Run from here to the other end of the field. And take off your equipment, we'll make this a fair trial."

"Ah come on coach! You can't be serious!"

"I said, MOVE IT!"

Grudgingly, the team complied, tossing there cumbersome equipment to one side. The girl (now clearly known as Talim,) stretched in one corner, ignoring the hateful glances of the teenagers around her. As the group slowly stood upon the deep red line, grumbling and complaining, the coach blew his whistle loudly. "Alright. When the whistle blows, run on down! Okay? Three! Two! BWEEEEE!" the whole line charged forward, Yunsung easily pullin ahead...

Suddenly, a blur passed by the corner of his eyes, streaking as fast the wind toward the ending. A small blur with pigtails flapping behind her...

At this point everyone gaped in shock and attempted to put on bursts of speed, but she was far ahead of them, running as easily as a gazelle across the plains. By the time Yunsung reached the end, she was standing there waiting. She wasn't even sweating, not even breathing hard as if the dash had been nothing at all. A small triumphant smile adorned her face as the last of the team wheezed there way across. Now they looked at her with a different eye, a sense of respectful awe, as she walked over to the coach. In passing Yunsung, her face grew cold again as she blew past, coming to a stop before Coach Green. "So. Can I join?"

"Do I have to beg you? Of course."

"...thank you."

And with that, she walked over to the bleachers where her books lay waiting and glided haughtily away, her neon green socks blazing.

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Ha! I finished a chappie! I hope you liked it. Oh by the way, you will meet other SC charachters later, as for now, I must go!

Sayonara!