"you and me

We used to be together

Everyday together

Always"

13 years ago.

"hi there" Hwoarang's small hand shot out to the pigtailed girl, who was sitting on a park swing looking about currishly for someone to play with.

"Hi" Xiaoyu smiled as she shook the young Koreans hand. He spoke up again

"my names Hwoarang. Wanna play?" he smiled back at her, as she got to her feet she smiled a little bigger.

Both 5 year olds played happily for a while, until Xiaoyu had sand kicked in her face by an older boy then pushed to the ground. Feeling angered by this Hwoarang spoke up.

"hey what did you do that for you big turd?" The older boy merely laughed to this and pushed Hwoarang to the ground next to his friend. Angered more by this the Korean got to his feet and through a punch to the older boys family jewels. They dropped as Hwoarang turned to help the girl back to her feet while whipping her face with his sleeve. Hwoarang rubber the back of his head laughing.

"master Baek said to always aim there if threatened. Also says no matter how old someone is it is the weakest point, well as long as it's a boy that is"

She rubbed her eyes and hugged the boy.

"thank you Hwoarang"

Another 8 years later

Both had come a long way from that day and were now both fighting there way through high school. Hwoarang had changed the most, he always seemed to be dyeing his hair different colours and to Xiaoyu and Baek's relief he had settled on red, instead of the bright blue he had it several times before. But all Hwoarang seemed to do in class was disrupt others, make jokes and slag the teachers off to their face, most of the time you could say he wasn't really in class. Xiaoyu on the other hand would sit quietly doing her work and as often as she could not laugh at the Korean trouble maker.

"aww man this suck's , it's so boring" whined the red head, while scratching the back of his head, (a triad mark as Xiaoyu would call it). She only raised an eyebrow to the comment.

"hey Xiaoyu, can I copy you?" Hwoarang stuck out his bottom lip, this made her giggle, to her he looked like an idiot. All she could do was push her work book closer to hi view. Mouthing thank you he noticed her focus was somewhere else. Fallowing her gaze he notice it was on her supposed to be boyfriend flirting with another girl. As her eyes filled with tears Hwoarang took her hand and whispered:

"He's not worth it Xiaoyu. Forget the asshole babe, he's trash compared to you." She squeezed his hand and looked at Hwoarang. Shaking her head she got to her feet and ran out the glass.

"NICE GOIND STEVE. SHE COULD HEAR YOU, YOU KNOW?" Hwoarang got to his feet and ran as fast as he could after Xiaoyu. "damn it Xiao." he thought as he found her in the grip of one of the teachers. Kazuya Mishima. To both there surprise she was buried into his shirt crying.

"if you want I'll take her outside for some fresh-air?" Hwoarang only looked to the man as he pushed her away from his body a little to look at her face.

"no sir, it's ok. I'll do it…" Hwoarang Placed his arm around h34 neck and walked through the school door, once outside he said what was on his mind, "never fucking trusted that man anyway"

Xiaoyu clung onto his baggy school shirt that hadn't quite filled out yet.

"sometimes you're the only one I can trust Hwoa" She cried harder as he pulled her closer.

"that's a good thing because I promise never to hurt you" He lightly kissed her on the forehead.