Disclaimer: Tekken and my luvly Hwoarang are properties of Namco :)
"Numb-Encore" is property of LP and JayZ
"Shut Up" is property of Simple Plan.
Hope that I can own them someday… huehuehue P
This time I'll try to make you all imagine how if the Blood Talon is at school. Hehehe… :)
My 2nd fic after my 1st one for DMC 3. I'd like to thank all the previous reviewers :Zezura, Cezana Schezar, u'pleromantic, and Natnat 8989. Once again, thx very much!XD
Timeline: I take place after Tekken 3. So… cute Hwoarang is still 18:)!
Chapter 1. Classroom Boredom
"What's the next lesson, eh?" a raven-haired man asking his friend who's sitting nearby.
"Chemical." A light answer.
"Oh." Hwoarang replies. Handphone still in hand. He has been typing messages from the time the last lesson started.
He just turns his body back and stares at the blackboard emptily. This sucks! I wonder who's the fuck in this world gonna love living a bore like this…
A little while more the chemical teacher enter the classroom. She always looks cruel. Maybe no one can understand that the look is her real face or she herself is a real killer…
Look at that sucking face! My boredom reaches the top to see that thing almost everyday! Blah!
She puts her books on the teacher's desk in front of the class. Without any word she walks to the blackboard then write the chemical elements on it.
"Class, today we're going to learn how to equalizing the reacted elements." She continues writing ,"Let's see how to start."
"Name the two on the left with a and b, next, the two on the right with c and d."
Almost all of the students in the class noticing seriously. No wonder coz' this teacher often give a sudden test that no one could expect before. And the effect is… BAD MARK! I guess no one's loving that.
Yes, almost everyone but Hwoarang. He has his own excitement. He continues typing messages with his pad on his own handphone. No one knows who he is chatting with. But for sure he looks excited.
A while more his handphone doesn't vibrating. No replies. The chat's over…
Holy shit! How could he ever lose all his credits in the middle of all this?Oh maaaan, cut the bullshit, please!
He stares at the board again. The teacher's still explaining.
"Then split the elements one by one. We'll start with this Cu…"she writes on the board ," then S and O." she looks around. It's her habit to know if there's still even one of the student isn't noticing her explanation.
"Hwoarang," she calls out the "beautiful" name of a man, who's in a rather bad mood for this time.
"What?" he replies. A Flat tone.
"Tell me what's next after this step."
The class trapped in silence. Well, she's gonna be angry… if this one cannot answer the question. And worse… yes, a sudden test.
"Multiply the number of the element with the variable in front of it. The Cu element gonna be 3a if I apply this step to them. Piece of cake." He answers slightly.
The word "piece of cake" which has just came out his mouth a while ago almost put the teacher into anger when she finds herself surprised with a clear answer. It's more than her second time fails to embarrass this lazy bum.
Gee. What a fucking boring lesson this is.
The sentence was the last thing that occured in his mind.
He lets his notebook blank. He doesn't like writing at all. For him, training Taekwondo every Sundays is far more exciting then writing or attending the lessons. And he's kinda famous in the class. Guess why? If you answer that was for his naughtiness and his cute face, I give you 100 for score. That's why it was so impressing when his name was on the list of the " Top 30 students in the college". Basic minds gonna say ," it's the power of cheating" but none of the lecturer which teaching in his class ever see him cheating.
He takes his walkman out from his spikey-model bag then put the earphones on his ears. He takes a CD from his bag which contains chains of rock music. It's his favorite.
The first music from the CD is "Numb-Encore". This song is his favorite for these times.
Okay! Go rock on, dude! He smiles.
What the hell are you waiting for…? he sings the first sentence after all the rap in the beginning. He sings all of them before he completely used to it. He's crazy for rocks. If he gets used to it he'll start to sing all the parts(including the rap) and nods his head following the beat of the music. So it's not weird if he could memorize all the rap lyrics in a very short time—for exact, a week—well, amazing for ordinary people, I'm sure…
and his craziness usually starts after a while he listens to it. And it's happening now. He's starting his custom. He sings all the rap part incredibly. But not with loud voice, of course.
"Look at him! I wonder why he always looks so cool," a girl sitting nearby whispers to a friend beside her.
Angelic…and…he's perfect. Shit! How could a man like Hwoarang could be born? Her friend was thinking things about him when a voice suddenly shocks her ,"Hey!"
"U-Uh yeah! I wonder who'll he choose—" "ups!" she closes her mouth with her hands knowing that a spontaneous sentence has just got out her mouth.
"Wonder what?" her friend smiles ,"aha! I know!"
"What?"
"The lucky one to be his GF."
"Ahahahah! You know that too!" she smiles shyly ," yeah, I keep on wondering 'bout it…"
The chat suddenly ends when they see Hwoarang lays his head above his left arm on the table. So, he falls asleep with the earphones still on his ear. He mumbles some of the lyrics before completely "fly" to the dreamworld.
shut up, shut up, shut up, don't wanna hear you
The lesson still goes on smoothly before the teacher catches his sight for one more time. But now, she completely consumes by anger.
I'll kill myself if I have more than a student like HIM!
She approaches Hwoarang's desk then hit it hardly with her palm.
No response.
One more hit.
Still no response.
Harder, one more hit.
Her palm starts to feel hot.
No response at all really…
She decides to scream angrily ,"SO THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO APPRECIATE ME ?"
Hwoarang shocks to hear such loud voice. But need a while to his complete consciousness.
"Wazzup, eh?" he asks his friend beside him. But what he catches is a smiling face from his friend. And he seems hard to keep himself not to burst into laugh.
What the hell is wrong with him? What is he laughing for?
"ya' Mindfuck." said Hwoarang to see the response from his friend.
"HWOARANG!" suddenly he hears the teacher screaming again.
"Huh?" he responses ignorantly.
Then…
TBC
You are all free to imagine what happen next…: )
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the greatest one will be used for the start of the next chapter:)
Yuph! Ch 1 is up, baby! I like this fic.hehe... Hwoarang is my favorite character all the time! That's why I myself try to imagine cool things bout him. Typical request… welll…..wellllll….. REVIEW okay… Thanks 4 reading:D