Chapter Two
The Korean dropped his duffel which was hanging off his shoulders onto the sidewalk and stretched his arms and back as he exited from the airport. Hwoarang open his eyes and was awe when he saw the tall buildings surrounding the streets of Tokyo Japan. New Orleans is a big city, but not much bigger than Tokyo. The sidewalks were crowded with people, the streets were crowded with cars stuck in traffic and there were huge buildings everywhere. The Korean never witness something like this before.
Hwoarang took out a white folded paper and unfolded it to see Baek's address written on it. "This is not going to be easy." Hwoarang said as he read the address and looked around the area he was at.
Hwoarang picked up his brown duffel bag and adjust it on his shoulder. He was lucky enough that he didn't have to bring his suitcases with him. His dad told him he'll have the rest of his stuff sent through mail and just take whatever he can for now.
"Where the hell should I begin. I should ask for directions, but I'm in Japan, and no one here barely speaks any English." Hwoarang heard his stomach grumbled and he rubbed his stomach. Hwoarang didn't eat on the plane because he didn't like the food they were serving.
He pulled out some change and he didn't have much. "Back home I can get a Ham and Cheese sandwich with this change, and here I don't know what the heck I can get for two dollars and fifty cents. They probably don't accept American money anyway." Hwoarang started walking on the crowded streets of Tokyo.
Hwoarang searched everywhere for Baek's place and he was looking at the street names as well. Mostly all of them were in Japanese and even asking help wasn't doing any good. All were speaking in Japanese and he even try to speak in Korean to see if they understood it a bit, but that didn't even work out. Hwoarang was getting frustrated.
'Its going to take me a whole week before I find Baek's place.' Hwoarang thought as he waited for the walk signal so he can cross the street. As he walked across the street, two Japanese kids ran across the street and bumped into Hwoarang, causing his duffel bag to fall on the ground.
"Watch where the hell you going dumb asses." Hwoarang shouted loudly as he roughly picked up his bag. Some of the Japanese looked at Hwoarang and yelled at them too. "What! Never seen a Korean blacking out before huh!"
They scattered away quickly from the mad red head and whispered words in their language.
"Assholes." Hwoarang said as he continued crossing the street.
The sun was now setting and Hwoarang still hasn't found Baek's place yet. Hwoarang sighed and turn to walk an alleyway. He looked up when he saw three guys playing dice. Hwoarang thought this was an opportunity for him to gain money.
"Hey" Hwoarang greeted and the three guys turned around looking at their invader. "You guys playing dice?"
"Yeah...we are." The guy in the black jacket and sun glasses said. He was surprise to see somebody speak English for once. Hwoarang suppose that he was the leader of the group.
"Good, so can I play?" Hwoarang asked. He saw one of the guys hide the money in his back pocket.
"Do you have any money?" The guy in the black jacket asked the Korean.
Hwoarang shrugged. "Not much."
The guy smirked. "Then the answer is no. Come back when you have big bucks okay, then we'll think about it okay?" The others guys laughed.
Hwoarang smirked as well. "I figured you guys would say that, so thats why I have another purpose for you."
"And whats that?" The leader crossed his arms still smirking.
Hwoarang put down his duffel bag near the wall. "How about we fight for the money then." Hwoarang suggested.
"Fight for our money?"
"Yeah" Hwoarang said as he put on his googles. "A handicap match. You three versus me."
"What do we get out of this?" The leader asked. His buddies nodded as well since they too want to know.
"If you guys win, then you take the little money I have and what I have in my bag. And if I win, I get to take your whole money and the clothes on your back. Deal?"
The leader looked at his two buddies. They both nodded and leader spoke. "You just got yourself a fight."
Hwoarang nodded and started to warm up by kicking a bit. The guys were a bit shock that he knows Tae Kwon Do, but didn't show it on their faces.
After warming up, Hwoarang bounced on his feet a bit and looked at each guy before making his move.
'Which one to hit first. I should hit the leader first, but he doesn't show fear. Hm, maybe the guy in blue. Haha, hes shaking his ass off.'
Hwoarang took a step forward and was ready to launch a devastating kick.
"Stop right there Hwoarang." A voice spoke just as Hwoarang was about to kick one of them.
Hwoarang froze where he stood at and hope it wasn't who he thought it was. 'Ah shit, don't tell me its...' A frightened Hwoarang turned around very slowly only having one of his eyes open. He saw a man wearing a cream suit and hat. His eyes dark brown stared at his pupil.
'Damnit, I'm in for it now'
Suddenly was kicked in the face by the leader and fell to the ground. "Hey, I wasn't ready." Hwoarang rubbed his face after the blow. The guys ignored Hwoarang's comments and went up to the other intruder.
"Hey, who are you? Your that boys father?" The leader asked.
"If you are, he's really pathetic." The guy in the blue said and his friends laugh.
"We suggest you take your son and your old ass out of here before we kick your ass as well." They surrounded Baek and cracked their knuckles.
Hwoarang saw this and fear what was going to happen. "Hey, stop...don't do it."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Baek shook his head slowly with his eyes close. Baek open his eyes and attacked the three men.
Hwoarang cringed when they each took a hard blow, and one by one they fell on top of each other. Hwoarang shook his head since he try to warn them.
"They should of lis- h-hey what are you doing?" Hwoarang was being dragged by Baek from his vest.
"Your first day in Japan, and you're already getting into fights." Baek stated as he continued dragging his pupil.
"Stop dragging me like I'm some dog." Hwoarang said.
Baek stopped dragging Hwoarang around the streets of Tokyo and spoke to his pupil. "You sure as hell act like when. You don't listen and like to start trouble with everyone."
Hwoarang dust himself and grabbed his duffel bag. He then looked at his mentor. "Why didn't you come pick me up from the airport?"
"I had to teach my students at the dojo" Baek replied. Hwoarang's stomach grumbled and Baek smirked. "I'm guessing you didn't eat while you were on the airplane."
"I didn't like what they were serving."
"You hungry then."
"If you were so hungry, why didn't you get a burger instead of M'Ms?" Baek asked his pupil.
Hwoarang put two more M'Ms in his mouth. "I'm really not into fast food." Hwoarang chewed and swallowed his snack.
"So, why you not doing well in school?" Baek asked when he took a bite of his burger and looked at his pupil.
"I hate school."
"School is important. You know that right?"
Hwoarang shrugged. "To others yeah, but not to me. I don't want to spend half my day in school learning about old English and History. Especially Math, not most of that stuff in there is going to be in life."
"Depends on you career. Didn't I remember you said you wanted to be a mechanic when you get older?"
Hwoarang looked at towards the window to see people walking by. "I guess so..."
"Doesn't that take some mathematics?"
Hwoarang ignored his comments and continued looking out the window.
"Your mother like math you know that." Hwoarang turned to look at his mentor sipping on his coffee. Baek knew that got Hwoarang's attention. He could continued on about her, but he didn't want to push it, so he decided to change the subject. "Anyway, enough about that, since your living with me I have rules for you."
"Rules?" Hwoarang cocked his eyebrow.
"Yes rules Hwoarang. Just because you had freedom there, doesn't mean you going to have freedom here. So, I want you to find a job as soon as possible because there are some places hiring. Also when you get home from school, I expect you to be home doing homework and studying at least an hour a day. Then maybe if I feel you progress good in school, then you can go out."
Hwoarang sighed and then he thought about the new school he'll be going to. "What new school am I attending to?"
"Mishima Polytechnic High School. Its a good school for you."
"Sounds like a gay high school." Hwoarang said as slouched in the chair.
"They're one of the best high schools in Japan and has been ranked number one for a long time."
Hwoarang rolled his eyes. "And when do I start school?"
"Tomorrow" Baek said blankly.
Hwoarang eyes widen. "Tomorrow?! Tomorrow is Saturday!"The Korean shouted when he stood up. People once again looked at Hwoarang.
Baek took another sip of his coffee and looked at his pupil. "This is Japan Hwoarang, they're school systems are different than America's. And please sit down you're causing a scene.
Hwoarang sighed and took a seat. 'I can't believe they have school on weekends. Damn this fucking bullshit. I've only been here for a day and I already hate Japan.' Hwoarang thought. For once, the Korean wish he did good in school a little better. Life in Japan wasn't looking so good for the Korean.
Well, this chapter could have been longer, but I think six pages is enough for now. Next chapter will be Hwoarang's first day in school...on a Saturday. Oh yeah, check out my weekly Rants in my profile okay? They're wacky, but so true.
