Family
© Scarlet-Child
Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken or any of its characters
Summary: Hwoarang meets a girl, but her older brother stands in the way (AsukaHwoarang)
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Monday
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At the Mishima Mansion
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Asuka Kazama leaned back and gazed out into the serene beams of gold, slowly ascending from behind the palm fronds. With a placid expression, she stretched her arms out as far as she could, almost as if trying to touch the beautiful spectacle that displayed before her. She was never usually one to admire nature's scenery; she could never sit still long enough. But after Jin had won the Fifth Iron Fist tournament and the Mishima Zaibatsu, she had suddenly found herself having a lot of time on her hands, and nothing to do with it.
The past month was almost like a dream to her; her father's attack, and her entry into the Iron Fist had happened so quickly she barely had any time to comprehend what had happened. She succeeded in avenging her father's attack; winning her match against the barbaric Kenpo champion, Feng Wei, discovered that her father had disappeared, and stumbled upon a contestant by the name of 'Kazama,' her family's name. It was more than just a coincidence, and determined to find out more, she confronted him, only to be attacked with a number of moves from advanced Kazama-Ryuu Kobujutsu, her family's art. It was then that she discovered that they were in fact related. Jin Kazama was her older brother by four years, and she was also an heir to the Mishima Zaibatsu and all its contents.
It was too much to take in, she thought to herself, woefully.
Jin was training in the courtyard, as usual. He never failed to miss one training session. Asuka crawled onto her stomach and peered over the ledge, her russet eyes, so like those of Jin's, watching his every move.
Even after years of watching her so-called father and family perform their family's martial art repetitively, she never tired of watching them. And as she watched her brother's heavily-muscled arm cut through the air, performing a jab, she watched in interest. Jin fought differently to how she was taught as a small child; perhaps it was because of the freestyle Karate that he adjoined with the defence art, or something else. Jin fought intensely; every move was performed as if he was fighting for his life.
Asuka pushed herself forward more, trying to keep up with his swift moves, and a tile slid from under her. It fell with a loud crack in the courtyard, and Jin's training ended with an abrupt stop. His handsome face frowned suspiciously as he traced back to where the tile had fallen from.
Asuka's lips stretched into a sassy smile, as she waved to her old brother.
"Asuka," he said calmly, his face breaking into a smile, "What are you doing on the roof?"
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Downtown Tokyo
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Hwoarang tapped his foot impatiently, staring past the group of chattering teenagers in front of him. The group of girls twittered loudly in Japanese and he allowed himself a minute to be impressed by their fast bantering; It seemed as if they never took a breath. Then he remembered that he resented the Japanese, and cursed himself for being in their country.
Although he wasn't one to entrust his fate in destiny, the best reason for his existence, he believed, was to fight. He had won so many fights throughout his childhood and adolescence that he and his Tae Kwon Do associates were continuously recognized as the greatest gang Seoul had ever seen, which made his world championship title in TKD seem like an easy feat, which it definitely was not. As a small boy, he strived to be the best martial artist the world had ever seen, and none of his accomplishments came without the blood and sweat of incessant, daily training, in the streets and at the dojo. Although his training eventually slackened and his guaranteed wins considerably boosted his ego, these achievements were something that he used to be proud of, something he felt he had worked for, until the day he met Jin Kazama. On that fateful day, he and his Korean gang, determined to strip the MFE members of their money, pinned on the newcomers their offer- win the rigged battle and walk away with their money and dignity. Hwoarang already knew that he was one of the best fighters in the world, but he had never counted on Jin being one of them too. Their brutal fight ended in a draw, and shortly after the MFE's departure, his respected TKD master disappeared. He was resolute in finding out what happened to his beloved master, Baek Doo-San, and to rematch Kazama.
Three tournaments had occurred and only once was he able to fight, and defeat, him. He was one up on his rival, and determined to win the next battle, which he was counting on being soon.
He wouldn't go back to Korea, where he had nothing left for him. No loyal gang, loving family, or childhood home. No, he would stay in Japan as long as it would take to find Kazama and defeat him. Even if it meant walking straight up to the Mishima Mansion and kicking through the front door.
One of the Japanese girls in front of him giggled, and interrupted his angry thoughts. He met her gaze brashly, and she blushed and muttered something quietly to the other schoolgirls.
Hwoarang rolled his eyes.
This was what he had to put up with just to get a cup of coffee? He was twenty-one. Too mature for schoolgirls to be hitting on him. And anyway, he couldn't stand schoolgirls. Especially Japanese ones.
After receiving his coffee, he left the café, purposefully taking larger strides to avoid being stalked by the clique of schoolgirls. He stopped at a bench and sat peacefully for a few moments, sipping his coffee loudly. After chucking away the empty cup, he began to form a plan.
The only way to meet with the CEO of the Mishima Zaibatsu would be to make an appointment at the company building. So that was where he would go.
If only he knew where it was…
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"Shouldn't you be at school?" Jin asked brusquely, striding past his younger sibling.
Asuka pulled off one of her headphones, and gazed up innocently at him.
"Shouldn't you be at work?"
Jin smiled briefly at her cheeky comment, but was too preoccupied to stop completely. He paced back and forth a few times, retracing his steps, before his persistent pacing caught Asuka's attention.
"What you doin' onichan?" she asked, swallowing a mouthful of cereal.
"I can't find my tie," he muttered, bending down to look under the table.
"You left your tie under the table?"
"I have a meeting in fifteen minutes…"
"So? You're the chairman, I don't think it'll matter if you're late."
"I have to set an example," he said, frantically flipping through his briefcase.
"Example?" Asuka repeated, rolling her eyes, "If you want to set an example for them, colour code your jacket to match your shirt. Your tie's on the microwave."
Jin paused in his shuffling, went to check the top of the microwave and sure enough, there was a navy-coloured tie. Jin grabbed his suitcase, swiped at Asuka's hair playfully and hurried out of the room.
"Go to school!" he yelled before his departure.
Asuka rolled her eyes again.
"Hmph."
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