I do not own Tekken.
I remember the first day I met him. He was in the tournament with me. I was getting revenge from that sick man, Feng Wei. His face was stained with hatred and evil. He had killed my father and he had injured my comrades in training. In the tournament, I had finally met my cousin. I had never talked to him, nor see him, before the tournament. It was quite a reunion. He even introduced me to his girlfriend, Xiaoyu, who is now my current best friend. She is the same age as me. I remember, thinking at the beginning of the tournament that I was alone in the world. I had no father, no mother, and no siblings. All my friends were severely injured due to Feng. Curse Feng Wei. He has no heart and no respect; he went against his master's wishes. But the day I remember most in the tournament was when I met him. He was really rude to me at first. He thought that I was an easy target for a one night stand, but I proved him wrong. Four years have passed after the tournament, and now, I'm married to the man of my dreams. I got married to him one year ago. And I am now going to tell him the best news I had ever heard. A few weeks ago, I had experienced random back pains, sudden cravings, and mood swings. I had gotten checked up from the by my doctor and he announced that I was three weeks pregnant. I was full of shock and excitement.
As I walk up to his desk (he's a lawyer), I look at him thoroughly. He's in a neutral mood. He has wanted a baby for quite a while; I used birth control because I was scared of giving birth. Xiao has really scared me with the details. When he confessed to me that he wanted a child, I stopped using it, to give him his only wish from me.
"Babe," I say shyly.
"Yeah?" he says as he looks up from his laptop.
"I need to tell you something, but if you're busy, I can tell you later if you would like," I assure him.
"No, it's okay. You can tell me now. This work isn't even due until next week. I just wanted to get a head start on it," he explains to me.
I close my eyes and I open my mouth. I expect the words to automatically spill, but I can't say anything. I try again, but this time I open my eyes. I finally talk to him.
"Well, you see, you have probably noticed that I have sudden cravings for the weirdest things, I get morning sickness, and I have mood swings. So, I went to find out what the fuss was about, and I went to the doctor to check it out. And the doctor told me last week that I was pregnant for three weeks," I say to him.
His facial expression was priceless. His neutral, expressionless face turned excited and giddy.
"Are you sure you're not playing some kind of joke on me?!" he tells me excitedly.
"No, I'm not," I assure him.
He has the biggest smile on his face. He quickly gets up from his leather desk chair and runs up to me. He then hugs me really tight. He must be really happy. He then puts his ear close to my flat stomach.
"What are you doing?" I ask him confused.
"I'm trying to hear the baby!" he tells me.
"Well, if you didn't know, the baby doesn't even have a heartbeat yet! It's still an embryo!" I tell him laughing.
He treated me like a queen after we got married, but while I was pregnant, he treated me like a goddess. He did everything I asked him.
"Hwoarang!" I tell him as I wake up. It must be four in the morning.
"Huh?" he asks as his face is on top of his pillow.
"Go get me some strawberry milk please?" I ask him.
I had a sudden craving for that. I don't know why. I never really liked strawberry milk before I had gotten pregnant.
"I thought you hated strawberry milk?" he whines to me.
"I'm having cravings!" I tell him.
"Can I just call one of the servants to do it?" he asks me.
"NO! You have to do it! I want you to do it!" I tell him.
"Why?!" he asks me confused.
"I don't know, it tastes better when you get it for me," I tell him.
"I seriously don't get you or your body," he tells me as he puts on his night robe to go to the kitchen.
After my seventh month of pregnancy, they had already determined the sex of the baby. My firstborn was going to be a boy. Hwoarang suggested and insisted that the baby should have a Korean name and that the baby's name should start with an H, due to his name. I agreed happily. Hwoarang wanted his name to be Hyo, which meant final duty. He wanted to be reminded of his time in the Korean military. He's kind of weird, huh?
On my eight month of pregnancy, my world came crashing down. Hwoarang's stepmother framed me. She never liked me. I don't even know the reason why, but she always talked shit about me to everyone. I never did anything to her. But, one night, when Hwoarang worked late at his firm, I went to sleep really early. The next thing I know, I see a man next to me on the bed. At that moment, I see Hwoarang looking at me sadly and then looking at him.
"You cheated on me," he told me.
"No I didn't!" I fire back.
"Yes she did!" the man next to me tells him.
"You have to believe me; I did not cheat on you. And why would I have sex with this man when I'm already eight months pregnant?" I tell him.
"Come one Asuka, we've been together for the whole time you two have been married," he says as he caresses my check.
I slap his hand away, and tears start coming out of my eyes. It seemed endless.
"I have not! I swear, Hwoarang! I don't even know who this man is!" I tell him.
He doesn't seem to believe me. He doesn't trust me. But the following words were the coldest words he had ever told me.
"Get out of my house," he tells me.
Then, I couldn't see anymore. Everything just went black. When I woke up, I saw that I was in a hospital bed.
"You have to be more careful, miss," the nurse warns me.
"What happened?" I ask her confused.
"You had a nervous breakdown; you need to be more careful! You're carrying a child," she reminds me.
"Uhm, yeah, I should be more careful," I say.
Then I hear Hwoarang with his bodyguards, Bernardo and James, walk in the room. His facial hasn't changed since the night I had the nervous breakdown. I could tell that he still thought that I had cheated on him.
"Asuka, I'm filing a divorce with you. And I want a DNA test after the baby's born. If he's mine, I'm going to fight in court to keep him; and most likely, I'm going to keep him. If he's that man's, he's all yours," he tells me.
Life just turned on me. I decided that I should not cry. I didn't want to show him that I was weak. I refuse to show him on how much of an impact he had made on me. We were married. He didn't trust me. And I knew that once Hwoarang found out that the baby was his, the baby was his for sure. I was going to lose Hwoarang and the baby. He was too good of a lawyer to lose. I decided to lie to him. I'm going to tell him that the baby's not his. I can't let him keep Hyo. I'm going to lose everything in my life. I decide to finally speak.
"He's not yours. He's that man's baby," I lie to him as I look down at the hospital blanket that was wrapped around my body.
"I knew it. I should have believed step mother that you were an unfaithful, slutty woman," he told me.
Those words stung me so much. Although I didn't cry, I managed to say a few words.
"Get out, I don't want to see you," I tell him.
He then leaves the room. Now I could cry. I cried my heart out. I cried so much, that my eyes turned swollen.
After one month I finally gave birth to Hyo without Hwoarang by my side. He had beautiful auburn hair just like his father.
"At least I have you," I tell Hyo as I cradle him in my arms.