Author's Note: Okay so this is just me trying to pass the time away. Hwoarang is one of my favorite characters so I decided to just write something about him. Don't expect a lot of updates from this, I have other fan fictions I am more dedicated to, and this is strictly for my amusement. Takes place after the Sixth games so spoilers…. Don't read if you haven't played… Don't want anyone to get pissed if I say something about the game and they haven't played it. BTW I don't own Tekken, just the characters that you don't recognize from Tekken. Rated M for violence and smut. Hope you enjoy, thanx for reading. Oh and the chapters in this might not be very long. I am wanted something a little shorter and to the point. Might change if I start to take this seriously.

"I am done with this shit." Hwoarang mumbled angrily as he laid back onto his cot, talking to himself. After the last tournament he decided he was done with all of the fighting everything. He had come so close to ending up like Devil Jin, and that scared him immensely. It was no different to him than a brush with death. He wanted a normal life, and he wanted a normal life now. He wanted just for once not to fight and be utterly happy with his life. He didn't want complications, he didn't want grudge matches, and he definitely didn't want to deal with anything Jin or Jin's family related. He was through with it all.

He sighed and rolled over. How was he going to just give it all up though? Fighting had always been his breath of life. How was he supposed to stop his breathing? Stop the thing he used to wake up looking forward too? Chills ran up his spine like icy fingers of death trailing up to the base of his skull. He ran a hand through his red spikes of hair. It was easy, just never lift a finger in a fight again and avoid it at all costs to him.

He sighed desperately and tried to fall asleep. It didn't work. He tossed and turned all throughout the night with one thought on his mind other than him quitting fighting: What would he be like if that power had taken a hold of him fully? His stomach turned at the thought. Terrible, it would have been terrible. That demonic power deserved no host, and he was glad he had been strong enough to fight it off. And he had been right. He wasn't like Jin at all. He wouldn't be used like Jin had been, and he surely wouldn't be that demonic monster. Troubled thoughts, and troubled dreams plagued him all night.

He was thankful when he looked out his window to see the first rays of light peaking above the city. When the sun rose he rose, out of pure habit, no matter if he had slept or not. He went straight to the kitchen and looked into his sister's refrigerator. Nothing he would eat. His sister was a strict tofu eater, and he made a face in disgust. He shut the refrigerator door and walked into the backyard. His sister was doing very well for herself, or well her husband was doing very well for the both of them.

He was lucky that she had let him have a place to stay until he found a place of his own. Instantly he started meditating. It helped calm his nerves but at the same time he knew to give up fighting, he would have to give up meditating. His whole life was so centered around fighting, he realized he was going to have to give up a lot of things that dealt with that.

Angrily he stood up, not even done with his meditation, and walked back into his sister's home. He dressed quickly and decided he needed food and an early start on looking for a place to live.

He dressed in what he considered casual: jeans, tight fitting black t-shirt and a worn brown leather jacket. He then walked upstairs and into his sister's room. She was still asleep, but her husband was up and getting ready for work. "Jung, tell Hana when she wakes that I am going to get an early start on looking for a place." said Hwoarang as he poked his head into the room. His brother in law nodded and Hwoarang left before words could be said. He liked Jung enough, it was just awkward talking to him sometimes.

Outside he got on his motorcycle and went to the nearest market. He parked his motorcycle in the designated parking areas and started to look for the old café he used to go eat at all the time in his street fighting days. He laughed at himself. It hadn't been so long ago, but yet it seemed like it had happened in a complete other lifetime. He entered Sui's Café and was greeted by one of his old gang members behind the counter. "Hwoarang? Is that you?" said his old friend.

Hwoarang smiled and shook his head yes. "And is that you Kwan?" he asked with a hint of playfulness in his voice. The old friends as well as gang members hugged each other quickly. "When did you start working here?" Hwoarang asked as he looked at the uniform Kwan was wearing. "After the gang broke up I had to have a job" said Kwan with a laugh. They looked at each other and Kwan shook his head and smiled disbelievingly. "I know it has only been two years, but man, you look so different." said Kwan as he dished out some noodles for Hwoarang. "Thanks." Hwoarang said as he took the noodles and sat at the bar.

"Yeah I have changed a lot. I have seen a lot. You see the shit I have seen old friend, you tend to change." said Hwoarang.

"Yeah, I heard you got arrested by the military." mentioned Kwan, hoping to find out more about the rumor, and oblivious that was not what Hwoarang was speaking about.

"I did, but I really don't want to talk about that. It was nothing horrible seeing how I am sitting here now. But it was enough that I just don't like to talk about it" Hwoarang said with a mouth full of noodles. He pointed at the bowl with his chopsticks and mouthed that it was good. Kwan nodded and smiled. Hwoarang usually shared everything amongst friends and the fact that he was didn't tell his friend about the arrest unnerved Kwan.

Sitting there in front of Kwan was making it hard for him to forget his Blood Talon days. He sighed and looked back to the noodles and took another big bite.

"Well since you are back we can get the gang back together and start making some mean cash." Kwan said as he punched the air playfully, but carefully displaying speed and swift precision behind his punch. Hwoarang looked at his dark headed friend. There were so much hope behind Kwan's brown eyes that Hwoarang almost agreed. But then that chill from earlier climbed his spine. He shivered and shook his head no. Kwan looked confused by Hwoarang's reaction.

"I am done with fighting. It causes nothing but trouble." Hwoarang explained briefly to his friend.

"Man what the hell happened to you?" asked Kwan disappointed in Hwoarang's answer.

"Like I said, I have just seen a lot of shit." Hwoarang said defeated. Kwan pushed aside the notion to further the issue of him not wanting to fight again.

"I see. So what brings you back to town?" asked Kwan as he started to busy himself with cleaning the noodle bar.

"Trying to start living a normal life." Hwoarang said as he finished his noodles.

"And what do you classify as a normal life?" Kwan asked stunned as he stared at Hwoarang. What ever had happened to Hwoarang while he was away had seriously changed the man sitting at the bar.

"Something where I don't have to fight." Hwoarang said a little bit too quickly.

He sighed and stared down into his empty bowl.

"Well how about tonight Hwoarang, we get together and hit up the club scene? You haven't thrown that away too have you? There are some pretty girls out there that would love to see you." Kwan said, dropping the issue. Hwoarang laughed. The idea of clubbing and hooking up tonight sounded more than promising. Actually it seemed rather promising in his mind that a smile broke his face handsomely.

Hwoarang nodded. "I will see you tonight then." Hwoarang said as he stood up and pulled out his wallet. "Don't worry about it man." Kwan said as he shook his hand in the air. Hwoarang smiled and pocketed the wallet.

"So what club?" asked Hwoarang interested in the area of choice now. "Just the old one." laughed Kwan as he threw a rag over his shoulder and smiled. Hwoarang nodded and smiled too. That meant not only would he have to see old friends, he would have to deal with this same conversation about fighting all night.

"Well I will see you tonight, I have to start looking for an apartment." Hwoarang said as he tried to leave.

"Where are you staying right now if you don't have a place yet?" asked Kwan as Hwoarang reached the door. "At Hana's." he said quietly. Kwan's face fell. Hana had been the love of Kwan's life four years ago and she had cheated on him with Jung. "Well, I will just meet you at the club tonight." Kwan said darkly. Hwoarang nodded and left before he tried to comfort Kwan. The last thing a man needed who was still hung up on a relationship that had happened four years ago was comforting. He needed someone else to fill the empty place in his heart.

Hwoarang got back on his motorcycle and drove to the apartment district.

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"Where are you going?" asked Hana as Hwoarang made his way to the door later that night. "Club." was all he said to his older sister. She looked up at him and a thin eyebrow rose. "Did you find a place?" she asked sternly as she crossed her thin arms over her petite chest. "No, I thought I had but then I realized the walls were too thin. I could hear the neighbor masturbating." he said with a hint of a smile to let her know he was kidding about the masturbating. She snorted at him and looked him over.

"Are you seriously wearing that?" she asked. He was wearing a tighter jean than he had on earlier that day and another tight fitting black shirt and the same worn brown leather jacket. He also wore his famous leather riding boots that were studded. "Yeah." he said as he looked at her. "Are you seriously wearing that?" he asked as he pointed to her oversized nightgown that drowned her small frame. She rolled her dark blue eyes and turned to go back up the stairs. "Just be careful, and try not to get in a fight." she muttered as she disappeared to the second floor of the house.

He mocked her then stopped himself. He was 22 years old now so he had to stop acting like a complete child. He left, shutting the door securely behind him, and walked to his motorcycle. Do I really want to do this? He asked himself as he stared down at the ground. Not really, but I am going too, he decided as he climbed on his bike.

He started the engine and revved it loudly a few times, in hope he would annoy his sister before he took off in the direction of the club.

Once there he was greeted by old friends and tons of girls. But that was the case, they were girls. They were of age, some even as old as him, but they teased and annoyed him. He had outgrown this old habit of clubbing and picking up stupid chicks and he hadn't even realized it until he was dancing with the classiest girl he could find, who still made him want to bash his head against the wall. But even though the girls annoyed him, his friends didn't. It was nice that they didn't pester him. Kwan must have told them not to though. All in all, he decided when the club was shutting down and he was walking out to his bike, not even drunk, that it had been an okay night. He smelled of cheap drink and cheap girl, but it had been an okay night. The best part was he wasn't making the mistake of taking a girl home to have a one night stand with.

He was oddly proud that he had outgrown his old ways. Right now he would usually be stumbling drunk with some random chick on his arm. No longer was the case and he smiled to himself happily.

He called out his goodbyes to his friends and they said goodbye as well. He climbed on his bike and took a moment to assure that he was okay to drive, if not he could just crash with Kwan. Not feeling any ill effects he shrugged his shoulders and moved his hand to the ignition with the key. He stopped short with he heard a strangled scream. He looked around and already his friends were gone.

He got off the bike and listened intently. It was a moment until he heard anything again. Some rustling and a loud crash to his right instantly made him start in the direction bravely. The closer he got he realized he was about to walk into something that he didn't care to get involved in. He stopped short of an alley and started to think rationally. Whatever was going on was none of his business and he didn't want to get into anything. He started to turn around but stopped when he heard a whimper. A female whimper. He cursed himself and started back to the alley.