A/N: So, I wrote this chapter in advance in case the first chapter might be too short or something. And I think it is, so I'll make it longer as much as I can. Back to the story, I'll finally introduce characters from the game in this chapter and the chapters to come, namely Ling Xiaoyu, Jin Kazama, Steve Fox, Alisa Boskonovich, and Asuka Kazama. In later chapters, I "might" add another character but I doubt I can find a place for them in the story. So I'm just sticking with who I mentioned. Now I've been talking too much. On with the reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken and its characters. All rights belong to Namco.

Summary: And it was at that very thought that made her shiver and sweat. "Come on, just a week without it. I'm sure you can still live." He said, planting one of those cute grins on his mouth. Red tint crept all over her cheeks.


Chapter 2: And They Meet Again

They've communicated almost every day non-stop. Often they would talk about fighting and stuff, how they'd beat each other if ever they meet again.

"Say, which school do you attend?" Lili wondered. Throughout their days of chatting, she never knew that much information about him.

Hwoarang tilted his head as he answered. "Mishima International High School. Why?"

She smirked as an idea came up on her sleeve.

"Nothing. I just asked. Well, I have to sort something out. Talk to you later, 'kay?" she said, letting out a soft giggle before hanging up.

Lili hanged up very quickly, he didn't get a chance to even say goodbye to her. He was still suspicious as to why she wanted to be familiar with which school he goes to. But he shouldn't interfere with her business. 'If she wants to know, it's fine by me. Yet… Why does she need to know, anyway?' he thought, rubbing his chin with his index finger and thumb.

Lili immediately stood up from the bed she was lying on and went to her father to discuss about something.

"Daddy, can I talk to you?" she asked, knocking on the office door.

It took five seconds for him to respond as he fixed his paperwork. "Sure, honey. Come in."

Lili opened the door to see his father busy with piles of work. She couldn't help but smile sweetly at the sight.

"Daddy, you should take a rest one day. You did nothing but work, work and work!" His daughter complained, walking towards his desk placing both of her palms above it.

She understood his father, yet she couldn't bear seeing him like that. That's the reason why she entered The King of Iron Fist: to bring to an end to his sufferings at the same time, deepen her passion for street fighting.

"Sweetie, you know I want to but I can't. I'm still finding time to squeeze you in, though." he said, sadness present in his expression. He was immediately cut off when picked up the phone as soon as it rang.

She couldn't stand it. She jerked her hand towards the switch hook and pressed it. Flustered, he still held the phone to his face and asked, "You do know that call wasn't work-related, right?"

The blonde gazed into the old man's eyes. "I know, and I'm not going to bother anymore after this if it's what you want. I'd just like to request something and I'll leave this instant, unless you approve."

His eyes widened in surprise.


The morning was just like any other morning to Hwoarang. Blooming or not, he still had to go to that ass-kicking school again. But it can't be helped. He pledged his parents he'd study there before they passed away, and ever since then he's been attending torture. Yes, he referred school as torture.

He heaved another sigh as he stood still, eyeing the school with a disgusted look. Is he really wasting his time? Sure, it was supposed to be for his good. And he'd hate to disappoint them, fearing they might haunt him for not accomplishing their agreement. He shuddered at the thought. Not wasting any time, he exhaled loud and motioned his feet.

Entering the front door of Mishima International High School, the first thing he noticed was a bunch of students talking in unison. Random fan girls crowded him, unable to see anything but the group of whiny admirers. Crappy social status, he thought. Hwoarang was known as the jock of MIHS, exceptionally playing every sport in the Phys Ed curriculum and manages to ace them all. That goes with the supporters' respect, too.

"Oh my God! You're as handsome as ever, Hwoarang! C-can I get your autograph?!" a fan girl asked, batting her eyelashes in a coquette-y manner. He couldn't refuse her offer, so he took the pen she was holding up and signed the paper. He had a strong appeal to the ladies, obviously. With his strong and charming personality, any girl would fall in love with him.

After doing his business, he asked his fans to give him some enough room and do his job, only to be responded by anonymous "Aww's" and "What a bummer's". "Don't worry, there's more of me this lunchtime so catch you later!" He assured, winking at the crowd with flirty demeanor.

As he opened his locker, Steve came by and leaned on the next locker adjacent to Hwoarang's. "Hey, mate. Doing better with the sheila's, I see?" he kidded, curving his lips into a smirk.

The playboy ran his free hand through his disheveled hair as he replied. "My charm keeps getting better and better, you mean," His best friend simply gave him a sarcastic laugh, slamming the locker he's leaning on to make it look more hysterical. "Not true. You knew you had playboy-ism in yer blood. Heck, you scored over 15—no, 20—girls, and you assume that that was just charm?! For Roger's sake, bloke! Don't act so transparent!" he said, lightly punching his arm.

Hwoarang couldn't help but smile big at his words. Their relationship can be classified as sweet, then aggressive, then back to being sweet afterwards. It's one of the things they have in common and what keeps them alive and going. They resemble a lot, too. From the style of their hair to being well-known around campus.

"Yeah, I'm the playboy and I 'scored' so many girls, yet I'm still a virgin," He backfired, trying his best to control his laughter. Steve couldn't help but chuckle and rub the back of his head. "Anyway, don't linger too much. First period's in—" Hwoarang was about to continue his sentence when an eavesdropping brunette interrupted.

"5 minutes and 54 seconds, counting." She smirked as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

He let out an exasperated sigh. He knew very well whom that voice belonged to. "You had to butt in? We were having a conversation."

Asuka Kazama, the girl Hwoarang was referring to as the butt-in, was his competitor in academics and other miscellaneous things. He was also a guy who gets beyond-average grades, too bad Asuka beats him to it (then rubbing it afterwards). She'd compete with him in all sorts of things, from track-and-field to writing an essay about a particular topic. Even getting an unoccupied seat during Lunch was a competition to them, or her. That's how far she'd go just to beat someone like him (and they weren't even on the same class).

"I was just saying, Lion Mane. You might get your information wrong. Lucky for me, I happen to know every detail of my actions, unlike you." She crowed, placing her right hand on her hip.

The red head may not show it, but he seriously wanted to kick this girl. Fact is, she's a girl, and if she made any physical contact with his fellow student he's an edge closer to suspension. So he'd rather compose himself and let her boastfulness slide on him.

Steve glanced at his wristwatch and tugged Hwoarang's polo. "Oye, we gotta crash. There's only two minutes to go before classes."

As soon as he snapped back to reality, he grabbed the things he needed for his upcoming class immediately closing the locker afterwards. He ignored Asuka's further show-offs and walked past her instead. Steve trailed behind his best friend and mimicked her constant tone, only to be thrown an irritating glare.


Gazing out the window, he can't help but wonder: was being the famous MVP around the entire school really worth it? Many girls adored him, yes, but none of them have reached out him, to the point where he entirely gave his heart and soul to a girl he loves. He's still a "virgin" from love, as Steve would tease him sometimes. And as funny as it might sound, it was the bare truth. It's not that he wanted to go to that cloud hastily, but to experience every waking moment with that special person mutual to your feelings.

Slapping his forehead, he thought he was stupid to think that kind of thing. There were much more "important" things that need concentration other than hanging on Cloud 9. He half-mindedly listened to the lecture the teacher was giving, while half of his mind was twirling his pencil in between his fingers.

Then something caught his attention again. Outside the window was a black, long limo. He didn't mention this to everyone, though. But Steve did, who was just behind him…

"Oye guys! A new student just arrived!" He announced, waving his hand in the air signaling everyone in the classroom to come take a look.

Hwoarang mentally cursed at his best friend's action. 'The moment he sees something rare to the eye, he announces it to everybody.' He didn't even bother to gaze outside the window any longer. He knew that it would only cause more and more problems to the school if a new student arrives. While everybody stood in awe at the unexpected visitor, he basically massaged his temples to clear away the head aching pressure.

"Wow, look at that body! Her curves are great!" A boy mused, admiring her from afar. Hwoarang now had an idea what gender the new student is. 'Oh joy, an attention-getter.' he thought sarcastically.

"She sure has nice hair. I wish I could have honey hair as silky and shiny as hers…" A girl sighed, placing both of her palms on her cheeks.

Wait a second, did she say honey hair? Or was he just hallucinating at the tension everybody gave as they admired the newcomer?

He knew a person with hair like that.

But it couldn't be…

Could it?

He slowly rose from his seat as he too glanced at the person outside. But to his loss, she was nowhere in sight anymore. Heaving a deep sigh, he sat back down and massaged his temples faster than before. He must've been hallucinating so much, he would hear necessary things. He needed to wash his face and cool off from these thoughts.

He was about to excuse himself (he was already raising his hand) when the teacher announced something.

"Class, I'd like you to meet a transferee. This'll be her first time attending school since she's been home schooled all her life," Their teacher broadcasted, clearing his voice for a better sound. "Please come in and introduce yourself."

As the door opened, an angelic face peeped in before coming inside. She then resumed positioning herself on the teacher's spectacle. Amazement and awe were present at each and every student's face.

"Hello, my full name is Emilie De Rochefort, but please call me Lili for short." She introduced, bowing her head as a sign of respect.

Hwoarang was still raising his hand, though he was frozen at the spot. Just as he suspected. 'L-Lili?!' he screamed mentally. Her name kept echoing in his spaced out mind long enough to realize he wasn't paying attention anymore.

His attention was called when his teacher was pointing at him (and Lili looking at him). Hwoarang didn't realize the teacher asked the class who would volunteer as her "buddy". Many hands were raised during at that time but he let Lili pick. And she chose him as her "school buddy".

Hwoarang dropped his pencil.

He wasn't hallucinating after all.

To be continued…


A/N: This was a tough one to write! Considering it took me time to browse words on my pocket dictionary. Lili was aggressive at the first scene, which I did on purpose because of her persuasion. And acting all cute-sy didn't suit her very well when asking for something she knew she wouldn't get. I've never seen her like that, though. I also had trouble with the dialogue because I wanted to make some scenes funny. I'm sorry if I didn't do a good job at it. Like I mentioned, I'm not a fan of cracking jokes. I laugh at them instead. Hehehe. I also had fun with Steve's dialogues while writing them. I kept thinking what they might sound like if they were audible plus his Australian accent. Yeah, so basically this chapter is about Hwoarang's school life and how she met Lili for the second time. I'll be picky this time okay? I'll post the third chapter if I get at least 6 reviews. Just to make sure my posts are worth continuing and reading. Please review! I still accept mild flames. Thanks for reading this and stay updated!