This is my first ever fan fiction I would love for you to R&R. This is about Hwoarang, the way I always pictured he would be not some sensitive sissy, but a tough guy who you better not mess with or you will be sorry!
I am not Namco yada yada yada, you know not official and all that. It starts with Hwoarang sitting at Baek's grave and then thinking back as he narrates through his life story.
-------------------------------THE HWOARANG SAGA------------------------------------------
Chapter 1- A Champions beginning
Hey I do what I can to live right? I should have no regrets. Yet the only man who had ever really cared for me is dead. Here I stand if front of my master... I have so much more to learn. Why now!? After everything we have been through....
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I don't remember my parents. I had been living off the street from as far back as I could remember. That was until I met him. I was a very brash child... I would fight anyone who looked cross-eyed at me. I had just knocked this kid out. I was 12 and I believe he called me a "dirty hobo" or something like that. I turned to see a man standing with arms crossed. The sun was behind him so I could not see his face. I shielded my eyes from the light and made out whom it was. I knew him. He was a karate teacher from the town. Tae Kwon Do I believe. "You just knocked out one of my students" he said in a surprising non-scolding voice.
"A pretty pathetic student at that" I told him
"hmm", he had said. "Come with me"
Of course I was not gonna do that who knows what trouble I could get into.
"I want to show you something, do not be afraid" I can't tell you why I followed him but I am glad I did that was the day that changed my life. He led me to his house and fed me. It was a modest place. Not very big but to a kid leaving on the street it seemed like a palace. That was the first real meal I had had in a long time. While I was eating, he sat down to ask me some questions.
"I have seen you on the streets, where are your parents?" he asked
"Dun know, I have been living off the streets all my life." I told him
"Who takes care of you?" he asked as if he already knew the answer
"I manage", I said stuffing my face some more
"I can't have that you stay with me", he said as if even thinking no would be out of the question. "What is your name?" he asked
"My name is Hwoarang", I told him
"Ah so you are this Hwoarang...." He said. I knew what he meant by that. I had beaten up some of his students before they must have told him of me. But still I asked
"This Hwoarang?"
"You have quite a reputation as a skilled fighter"
"Well you have to be pretty tough on the street"
"Rumor has it you're a natural and you have beaten up people much bigger then yourself"
"Yeah well... ya know whatever, I get by"
"Hmm indeed you do... so why don't you fight me?" I looked questioningly at him. "I want to see how talented this Hwoarang is. Come on let's go to my dojo." And I did. It was a quaint little building. He had several students in town. One of them was at the dojo at the time tuning up his kata. "Good job Chang keep up the good work. All right Hwoarang fight me" Chang stopped from his kata and stared curious of what was going on.
"Master! Do you know who that is!?", Change was older about the age of 17 and looked very athletic and strong.
"Indeed I do Chang is this not Hwoarang?"
"Exactly master he is the one I told you about!" I looked at him
"I don't believe I have fought and beaten you...yet" I said with a smirk
"What! Of all the!!! Your gonna pay for what you did to my brother" he said angrily
"Enough you two." Baek scolded both of us. "Now attack me Hwoarang" I lunged at him with a right punch and was shocked to see how agile he was. He dodged it with what look like ease. Then I tried a sweeping left kick. He jumped over it just enough to get above my leg. He lifted his leg and I could tell he was about to strike my head. I closed my eyes and braced myself waiting for the impact but there wasn't any. I opened my eyes and saw a foot an inch in front of my face." Ha ha" he laughed just holding his foot up there. Of course I could not put up with that I swept him with my foot knocking him to the ground. "Ha I deserved that... good show." I knew I could learn a lot from him. He trained me for the next two years and I got better and better. I now was competing with Chang. I knew he couldn't stand me and that just amused me more. I went through never losing a sparing match and I knew Chang wanted his chance against me. Baek would never go for that though. He refused to
let us spar against each other. I knew it was time for me to leave his house. I was becoming way to dependent on the guy. I don't like to depend on anyone. That is probably why I didn't have a girlfriend. Sure a lot of girls would ask me but I was content knowing I could get any girl I wanted. I decide to tell Baek I would be leaving that night
"Yeah uh, sensei or whatever, I am gonna be heading out of here soon"
"That is nonsense how would you survived" I expected that question
"You don't think me capable of anything"
"Oh I do I think you are capable of whatever you got your heart set on. You're a special student of mine probably the best I have ever had. That is why I haven't let you fight Chang. The only thing that will stop you from being the greatest is your ego."
"It's Self confidence is all, you should have let me fight him"
"So you could get one more win? You have never lost in a fight to anybody. It has made you cocky and arrogant I shutter to think what you might do if you don't win a match. I suppose the thought would drive you mad and you would go after that person but your anger would never let you beat them."
"Ha interesting story but I must be leaving"
"I won't stop you"
"You won't?
"Could I?"
"Good point"
"Just stay out of trouble, and remember you always have a home here"
I left then to start my new life. It wasn't but a week later when Chang came up to me. I was sitting besides a building with my head down.
"Why did you leave the dojo!?" he demanded an answer but I wasn't about to give him one. "ANSWER ME!!!" he yelled. "Ah I know your scared of me huh!" a crowd started to form around us.
I smirked and said, "Yeah that must be it...scared of you ha ha"
"STOP LAUGHING!!!!"
"Leave me be. You can't defeat me. Huh look at you, your pathetic" He was enraged when I told him that and why shouldn't he be after all the truth hurts.
"I challenge you Hwoarang! Today at sunset right here! Do you accept my challenge?"
"I am not going anywhere" I stared into his eyes intensely. There is no way he could think that he could win! What was he thinking? With that he left along with some of the crowd but there were stragglers who wanted to have a word with me.
"Hwoarang you can't beat Chang! I would bet my life on it! He can't be beaten!" said a fellow member of our dojo. The kids name was Steve. He was the son of an American businessman who is the head of the division of business here. His family and him were loaded and I knew I could use that to my advantage. He was about a year younger then Chang and I had spared against him once. I happen to like the guy so I didn't want to make him look stupid for losing to someone much younger then himself. Chang on the other hand never holds anything back from anyone. So by comparison it was understandable how he could think Chang better.
"Oh you bet your life huh well lets make that interesting then."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh not your life but how about some cash? Let's say your bank account", I asked
"Hey where you going to get the money?" he asked.
"Don't worry where I got the money the point is I have it" of course I didn't have the money but I didn't plan on losing. "Just make sure you bring your money"
"Oh ok Hwoarang whatever you say. Gesh easiest money I have ever made!"
"So gentlemen any other bets?" Right after that I got six more bets in. This is when I realized how profitable street fighting could be. I had been looking forward for this fight for some time. It is not everyday I got to test out my skills against a worthy opponent. I had won every match I had ever been in and I wasn't about to throw out my spot less record today. He showed up right on time. His Brown eyes intense with hatred.
"COME ON PRETTY BOY LET'S SEE WHAT YOU GOT!!" I stood up and got into position. I had no fears, nothing to prove. It was him who everyone was expecting to win... and boy would they be disappointed. Lunged at me with his right foot. I quickly swayed away and back kicked his back and he went flying into the wall. I turned around and I could see the blood coming out of his nose. He wiped his nose and looked at his fist, covered with blood. He ran toward me yelling his battle cry. I did my spinning jump kick to knock him right back to the floor. He got to his knees only to see my left leg pointed vertically above my head. Then it smacked him right across his face knocking him out. The crowd was shocked.
"You...you won!" Steve yelled with surprise
"Of course!" I had told him "There was no doubt in my mind, now if you please... my money" It was a good thing they were in shock or they may have decided not to give me the money. Maybe it was because they were afraid or just in awe of what was happening. Chang was beginning to come to. "Get him help" two guys helped him up and he walked with them under either armpit.
"This is not the end Hwoarang. You may have beaten me here but I will get back at you, hear my words!" Hmm If I only had known what to expect....
I decided I needed to look for a place. I had some money on my hands so I thought it wouldn't be too hard. Boy was I wrong! I spent the day listening to no's and the slamming of doors. I am not the type of guy who just gives up. I made my way from apartment house to apartment house. I saw something in the distance, the ocean. I am not the sappy type but hey I liked the view. This is where I would be staying. I made up my mind I wouldn't take no for an answer. I came down to a run down building. It really didn't matter to me where I slept but there was no way I was gonna spend another night on the streets with money in my pocket. I knocked the rusted door handle to hear a loud Scratchy voice, "WHO IS IT!?
"YEAH I AM HERE TO RENT A ROOM" the door opened to reveal a middle-aged lady. She was fat to a point that disgusted me. She had her hair curled up and a spatchula in her hand. She looked intensely at me.
"You can't be serious..." she told me. I still had that familiar smirk on my face at the time. She went to slam to door but I had my foot in it. I held the door open with my hand.
"Look lady I got the cash. Can I have the room or not?" I looked at her questioningly as I showed her the money. She didn't look very rich per say in fact dirt poor not much different in clothing quality then myself.
"Where are you parents?" she asked
"It is not important, don't worry no one will come for me."
"Come in." I walked in and she looked both ways outside then closed the door behind her. "The name is Marge and I Swear you BETTER not get me in any trouble for this.
I am not Namco yada yada yada, you know not official and all that. It starts with Hwoarang sitting at Baek's grave and then thinking back as he narrates through his life story.
-------------------------------THE HWOARANG SAGA------------------------------------------
Chapter 1- A Champions beginning
Hey I do what I can to live right? I should have no regrets. Yet the only man who had ever really cared for me is dead. Here I stand if front of my master... I have so much more to learn. Why now!? After everything we have been through....
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I don't remember my parents. I had been living off the street from as far back as I could remember. That was until I met him. I was a very brash child... I would fight anyone who looked cross-eyed at me. I had just knocked this kid out. I was 12 and I believe he called me a "dirty hobo" or something like that. I turned to see a man standing with arms crossed. The sun was behind him so I could not see his face. I shielded my eyes from the light and made out whom it was. I knew him. He was a karate teacher from the town. Tae Kwon Do I believe. "You just knocked out one of my students" he said in a surprising non-scolding voice.
"A pretty pathetic student at that" I told him
"hmm", he had said. "Come with me"
Of course I was not gonna do that who knows what trouble I could get into.
"I want to show you something, do not be afraid" I can't tell you why I followed him but I am glad I did that was the day that changed my life. He led me to his house and fed me. It was a modest place. Not very big but to a kid leaving on the street it seemed like a palace. That was the first real meal I had had in a long time. While I was eating, he sat down to ask me some questions.
"I have seen you on the streets, where are your parents?" he asked
"Dun know, I have been living off the streets all my life." I told him
"Who takes care of you?" he asked as if he already knew the answer
"I manage", I said stuffing my face some more
"I can't have that you stay with me", he said as if even thinking no would be out of the question. "What is your name?" he asked
"My name is Hwoarang", I told him
"Ah so you are this Hwoarang...." He said. I knew what he meant by that. I had beaten up some of his students before they must have told him of me. But still I asked
"This Hwoarang?"
"You have quite a reputation as a skilled fighter"
"Well you have to be pretty tough on the street"
"Rumor has it you're a natural and you have beaten up people much bigger then yourself"
"Yeah well... ya know whatever, I get by"
"Hmm indeed you do... so why don't you fight me?" I looked questioningly at him. "I want to see how talented this Hwoarang is. Come on let's go to my dojo." And I did. It was a quaint little building. He had several students in town. One of them was at the dojo at the time tuning up his kata. "Good job Chang keep up the good work. All right Hwoarang fight me" Chang stopped from his kata and stared curious of what was going on.
"Master! Do you know who that is!?", Change was older about the age of 17 and looked very athletic and strong.
"Indeed I do Chang is this not Hwoarang?"
"Exactly master he is the one I told you about!" I looked at him
"I don't believe I have fought and beaten you...yet" I said with a smirk
"What! Of all the!!! Your gonna pay for what you did to my brother" he said angrily
"Enough you two." Baek scolded both of us. "Now attack me Hwoarang" I lunged at him with a right punch and was shocked to see how agile he was. He dodged it with what look like ease. Then I tried a sweeping left kick. He jumped over it just enough to get above my leg. He lifted his leg and I could tell he was about to strike my head. I closed my eyes and braced myself waiting for the impact but there wasn't any. I opened my eyes and saw a foot an inch in front of my face." Ha ha" he laughed just holding his foot up there. Of course I could not put up with that I swept him with my foot knocking him to the ground. "Ha I deserved that... good show." I knew I could learn a lot from him. He trained me for the next two years and I got better and better. I now was competing with Chang. I knew he couldn't stand me and that just amused me more. I went through never losing a sparing match and I knew Chang wanted his chance against me. Baek would never go for that though. He refused to
let us spar against each other. I knew it was time for me to leave his house. I was becoming way to dependent on the guy. I don't like to depend on anyone. That is probably why I didn't have a girlfriend. Sure a lot of girls would ask me but I was content knowing I could get any girl I wanted. I decide to tell Baek I would be leaving that night
"Yeah uh, sensei or whatever, I am gonna be heading out of here soon"
"That is nonsense how would you survived" I expected that question
"You don't think me capable of anything"
"Oh I do I think you are capable of whatever you got your heart set on. You're a special student of mine probably the best I have ever had. That is why I haven't let you fight Chang. The only thing that will stop you from being the greatest is your ego."
"It's Self confidence is all, you should have let me fight him"
"So you could get one more win? You have never lost in a fight to anybody. It has made you cocky and arrogant I shutter to think what you might do if you don't win a match. I suppose the thought would drive you mad and you would go after that person but your anger would never let you beat them."
"Ha interesting story but I must be leaving"
"I won't stop you"
"You won't?
"Could I?"
"Good point"
"Just stay out of trouble, and remember you always have a home here"
I left then to start my new life. It wasn't but a week later when Chang came up to me. I was sitting besides a building with my head down.
"Why did you leave the dojo!?" he demanded an answer but I wasn't about to give him one. "ANSWER ME!!!" he yelled. "Ah I know your scared of me huh!" a crowd started to form around us.
I smirked and said, "Yeah that must be it...scared of you ha ha"
"STOP LAUGHING!!!!"
"Leave me be. You can't defeat me. Huh look at you, your pathetic" He was enraged when I told him that and why shouldn't he be after all the truth hurts.
"I challenge you Hwoarang! Today at sunset right here! Do you accept my challenge?"
"I am not going anywhere" I stared into his eyes intensely. There is no way he could think that he could win! What was he thinking? With that he left along with some of the crowd but there were stragglers who wanted to have a word with me.
"Hwoarang you can't beat Chang! I would bet my life on it! He can't be beaten!" said a fellow member of our dojo. The kids name was Steve. He was the son of an American businessman who is the head of the division of business here. His family and him were loaded and I knew I could use that to my advantage. He was about a year younger then Chang and I had spared against him once. I happen to like the guy so I didn't want to make him look stupid for losing to someone much younger then himself. Chang on the other hand never holds anything back from anyone. So by comparison it was understandable how he could think Chang better.
"Oh you bet your life huh well lets make that interesting then."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh not your life but how about some cash? Let's say your bank account", I asked
"Hey where you going to get the money?" he asked.
"Don't worry where I got the money the point is I have it" of course I didn't have the money but I didn't plan on losing. "Just make sure you bring your money"
"Oh ok Hwoarang whatever you say. Gesh easiest money I have ever made!"
"So gentlemen any other bets?" Right after that I got six more bets in. This is when I realized how profitable street fighting could be. I had been looking forward for this fight for some time. It is not everyday I got to test out my skills against a worthy opponent. I had won every match I had ever been in and I wasn't about to throw out my spot less record today. He showed up right on time. His Brown eyes intense with hatred.
"COME ON PRETTY BOY LET'S SEE WHAT YOU GOT!!" I stood up and got into position. I had no fears, nothing to prove. It was him who everyone was expecting to win... and boy would they be disappointed. Lunged at me with his right foot. I quickly swayed away and back kicked his back and he went flying into the wall. I turned around and I could see the blood coming out of his nose. He wiped his nose and looked at his fist, covered with blood. He ran toward me yelling his battle cry. I did my spinning jump kick to knock him right back to the floor. He got to his knees only to see my left leg pointed vertically above my head. Then it smacked him right across his face knocking him out. The crowd was shocked.
"You...you won!" Steve yelled with surprise
"Of course!" I had told him "There was no doubt in my mind, now if you please... my money" It was a good thing they were in shock or they may have decided not to give me the money. Maybe it was because they were afraid or just in awe of what was happening. Chang was beginning to come to. "Get him help" two guys helped him up and he walked with them under either armpit.
"This is not the end Hwoarang. You may have beaten me here but I will get back at you, hear my words!" Hmm If I only had known what to expect....
I decided I needed to look for a place. I had some money on my hands so I thought it wouldn't be too hard. Boy was I wrong! I spent the day listening to no's and the slamming of doors. I am not the type of guy who just gives up. I made my way from apartment house to apartment house. I saw something in the distance, the ocean. I am not the sappy type but hey I liked the view. This is where I would be staying. I made up my mind I wouldn't take no for an answer. I came down to a run down building. It really didn't matter to me where I slept but there was no way I was gonna spend another night on the streets with money in my pocket. I knocked the rusted door handle to hear a loud Scratchy voice, "WHO IS IT!?
"YEAH I AM HERE TO RENT A ROOM" the door opened to reveal a middle-aged lady. She was fat to a point that disgusted me. She had her hair curled up and a spatchula in her hand. She looked intensely at me.
"You can't be serious..." she told me. I still had that familiar smirk on my face at the time. She went to slam to door but I had my foot in it. I held the door open with my hand.
"Look lady I got the cash. Can I have the room or not?" I looked at her questioningly as I showed her the money. She didn't look very rich per say in fact dirt poor not much different in clothing quality then myself.
"Where are you parents?" she asked
"It is not important, don't worry no one will come for me."
"Come in." I walked in and she looked both ways outside then closed the door behind her. "The name is Marge and I Swear you BETTER not get me in any trouble for this.