A/N: What time is it? Eh? No wonder I'm feeling all bashed up. It's around 2 a.m. in here….
Summary: Defeat is bitter for a man's pride, but don't let such negative emotions dominate you. If you will, then it can lead to self-destruction. This, you must understand, young one.Hwoarang centric.
Warnings: Nothing in particular this time. PG-13.
Disclaimer: Tekken and its characters belong to Namco. The plot on the other hand belongs to me.
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The consequences that surrounded human folly always remained placid and hidden from unsuspecting view. Not that it mattered. Humans were prone to irrationality; often driven by urges and not logic. The voice of reason could lay no claim that it has failed its duty as a fair warning against possible danger in this matter.
Baek Doo San trained Hwoarang in the art of taekwondo to impart maturity and at the same time, discipline to his student. He also taught the Blood Talon that physical strength alone was not enough to encompass for being a true warrior. Seeing as the teenager grew up in a life full of never-ending violence, Baek hoped his teachings would shape Hwoarang into a man far from the influence of his past.
The fiery red head regarded his master as the father he never had, but there were limits to where Baek's chain of restrictions could bind him from upholding his obsessive ambition. He never wanted to disobey Baek's wishes, but he had hardened his heart and set his mind to just accomplish his goal.
Victory is the proof of power.
His master's words echoed in his head, and he couldn't agree more with them.
But one cannot always be the victor. He has to take a fall one time or another. Defeat is bitter for a man's pride, but don't let such negative emotions dominate you. If you will, then it can lead to self-destruction. This, you must understand, young one.
This was where he cut his musings off. Hwoarang felt like he wanted to turn back before he became too absorbed in it all. What would Baek think about him? He was so confused at what he should do. Then, the memory of his utter humiliation in the hands of his new found rival came into mind. It pulled the strings of his desires, further ushering him to choose what he wanted the most.
The taekwondo practitioner, in the midst of emotional discord, forced himself to forget a matter of grave importance, Baek's teachings. For him, they didn't accentuate the truth that empowers his belief anymore. The guilt for betraying his master's trust was overcome by the sheer satisfaction of making that damned Kazama pay.
Driven by revenge, Hwoarang slowly let hatred seep into every fiber of his being, fueling the beast that craved for the day when Jin Kazama would crawl on the ground, and beg him for mercy.
Now there was thought.
"Heh. Just wait and see, Kazama. Your head is mine."
Whatever the outcome would be, he had no one to blame in the end. It was the path he chose… the path to destruction.
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A/N: Oh, hurgz… I'm so sleepy but I wanted to let this out of my head first. Hope you guys like it. Tell me what are your thoughts on this one. Reviews are very much loved. Nighty-night.