The New Student

Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken or it's characters. I only own my original character Hwa-Young

6 years had past since she had last seen Baek Doo San, But still she felt indebted to him. For now, She had something to live for. Something she cherished deeply. For the first few months. She'd sometimes go there. Close to his home. Thinking of thanking him in a better way. But now. No such thoughts lingered in her mind. Only one thing was important.

"Do-Hyun.." She said. Knocking on the door to the room they shared in this tiny dingy apartment. It was nothing nice to look at, But at least she could be proud to know she had managed to get a roof to place over the head of her young son. "Do-Hyun.. Time to get up!" She called. Slightly louder and heard shuffling from inside. She hated to wake him up. But she had to make sure he had eaten before she went to work.

She grabbed a bowl of soup off the side and placed it down on the table. Settling down on her knees over a worn cushion on the other side of the table and waited patiently for her beloved Do-Hyun to emerge from the room.

It took a few minutes before the door opened and the boy stepped out in his loose dull grey sleep clothes. Rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. He glanced at his mother. Grabbing a spoon and joined her at the table. Taking a sip of the soup in silence.

She watched him with a warm smile. Even in this poor dirty environment they were living in. He easily brought a smile to her face without even having to do anything. The one and only light always brightening her life.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get you something better to eat... Dinner will be much better.. I promise." She said as he finished. Moving over to his side and brushed a strand of his bright red hair out of his face. It raised a lot of eyebrows when people looked at the colour. Other then that, He looked no different from another Korean. It might lead most to believe it was dyed that colour. But somehow. She felt it suited him. Her precious red Jewel.

He looked a little annoyed at her touching his hair and wiped her hand away. Standing up. "It's fine mother... And don't do that... I can brush my hair myself..." He said with a scowl as he grabbed the bowl. Reaching up on his tip toes to drop the bowl in the sink.

It was pretty hurtful that he resisted against letting her touch and cuddle him like a son should. She watched him. "Oh sweetie please! I can do that! Why don't you go take a shower and read some books or something?" She said with a smile. Trying to encourage him.

"Shouldn't you be going to work?" He replied, Washing the bowl out himself and placed it on the side to dry.. "And I don't like reading... Nobody likes reading... People want video game consoles mom..." He said. Now going to the bathroom.

She sighed and stood up. "I know sweetie... I know... I'll get you one soon... I've been saving up for it..." She fixed her hair before walking over to him. He had stopped by the bathroom door and glanced at her.

She knelt before him. "I'll see you later... Be good ok." She mumbled with a slight smile and tried to give him a kiss on the cheek. Though once again he avoided the effort. "Go to work mom..." He said and went into the bathroom. Pushing the door behind with a slight thud.

She sighed deeper. She wouldn't cry... He was just upset because she hadn't managed to give him all the same things other kids had... But life would get better.. She told herself and headed out of the building on her way to work.

The boy took a quick shower. No hot water again.. He got dressed in the clothes he hid from his mother. A leather jacket he had put together himself. Decorated with a few studs and then the ripped black jeans and small boots. The last part were the googles. He placed over his head to keep his hair in place and walked out the door. Leaving the run down building onto the streets.

It didn't take long to get where he wanted to go.. Walking slowly behind older people and with a slight pinch of hand. Transferred money from their pockets into his. Easy money... He smirked to himself, Having pocketed quite a bit today and went onto his new destination. A dark alley. Looking at the other older kids in there.

He grinned. "Wanna make a wager?" He said. Drawing their attention towards with sneers and mocking remarks. They'd all soon regret underestimating what he could do. Bets were placed, On how long it would take to send him crying home like the wimp he was.

He didn't bother to reply and just taunted them on with a wave of his hand. One by one they went down. With little to no effort. He was getting better and better at this. Everybody underestimated him from the way he looked. Assuming he would be weak and easy to take down. Though they were all caught off guard by how talented in this game of bets he really was.

He smiled, Quite proud of his achievement and leant down to get his winnings. He didn't take notice of the thug getting up behind him, Reaching for a discarded bat. He only noticed when the weapon collided with his back. Knocking him over.

"You little prick! You cheated me! And I don't like cheats!' He yelled and kicked the boy in the stomach, Looking satisfied with the groan of pain the boy made and kicked him again and again. "You messed with the wrong people! Stupid dirty blooded bastard!' He glared. Reaching for the bat again.

The redhead groaned and crawled forward. Reaching out of a pole on the ground as his assailant mumbled something he was hardly listening to.. Though the last words made his eyes narrow as his fingers brushed against the pipe. "Don't worry you little fucker.. Your whore mother won't be lonely for long... She'll quickly pop out another dirty bastard..." He snorted and laughed.

Do-Hyun grabbed hold of the pipe in his small hand and swung with all the might he had. Hitting the older thug straight in between the legs and couldn't help but smirk at his grunt of pain. "My mother isn't a whore! I beat you! So accept it! You sorry Fuck!" He groaned and got up. Limping away from the alley towards home. Better clean himself up before she got home.

He hid the money he had gotten amongst his clothes. With the rest. Saved up for emergencies. That's why drove him to go out there in the first place. But he was starting to find it fun. Hustling out there on the streets without any rules. He had no doubt his mother would freak out if she found out what he had been up to. But so far. He kept it a secret. Not even raising her suspicion.

He took another shower. Changing back into one of the outfits his mother had brought him and laid down on the couch. With absolutely nothing to do for the next few hours until his mother came home.. He sighed and closed his eyes... Letting himself drift to sleep.

Hwa-Young returned a few hours later. Walking in quietly with a shopping bag and looked at her son asleep on the couch. Smiling again as she locked the door and walked over to the little kitchen area. Unpacking the bag and started to prepare the food she had brought.

He mumbled and stirred at the smell of food. Opening his eyes and stretched on the couch. Spotting his mutineers figure nearby. "Back already... I thought you'd be later... You normally are..." He said quietly, Shifting into a sitting position as he watched her stirring something into the pot of rice she was boiling.

"I'm sorry about that Do-Hyun... But every bit of extra work helps with the money... The more the better... Are you hungry?" She said, Glancing over in his direction. He wasn't looking at her now. Staring away at something else that caught his attention. But he gave a simple nod to her question.

"No no no... Not like that... Your stance is all off! Take a rest and think over what you did wrong... We start again in ten minutes!" Baek Doo San ordered. Turning his back from his students as they leaned and sat against the wall for the break.. He looked up at the sign on the wall again. Indomitable spirit... He was beginning to doubt any of his students had such a spirit.

"Could I be as good as a teacher as you were father?" He asked himself. Still looking up at the sign. Memories of his childhood flooded to his mind again. Even though he was sure he'd forgiven himself for his father's death six years ago... It still haunted him every so often. Things could have gone so differently. If only he had softened his attack then... Or if his father had been in better condition... He might have survived the blow...

His fist collided against the wall, Creating a impact that made the students jump. He knew he should stop dwelling on it... And yet he couldn't. His father's death had left a emptiness in him that had yet to be filled. He was unsure it ever would be...

"Master?" One of the boys said. Concerned over his sudden outburst.

Baek straightened up. Turning to face his students. The seriousness on his face told them to prepare for another harsh round of training. "Stand correctly... Straighten your figure! We will give this another try." He said, Walking in front of them with his arms behind his back. Watching each one carefully for any slip up.

"What is this!? Do-Hyun!" Hwa-Young yelled in distress. Making him wince. He had intended to slip away without that being noticed. But his top had slide up slightly as he stood and her eyes instantly locked onto the nasty bruises marring his skin.

She rushed to his side. Wrapping one arm around him as she took a closer look. "Have you been getting into fights!? I thought I told you that was bad! You are supposed to stay here when I'm not at home! What must I do to make you listen to me!" She said, Concern echoing off each word.

He stared at her before struggling to pull away from her grip. "I did what I had to do! You're barely making any money at all! We'll be out on the streets at this rate! I wad only trying to help!" He yelled back. Managing to slip out of her grasp and went to the bedroom. Fetching the money he had hidden. Knowing she'd follow. "See? With this we can find another place! Somewhere warmer! I don't like it here! Everybody says you're whore! I'm sick of listening to that!"

She walked behind him.. Surprised to see all that money he had tucked away. "No Do-Hyun... It's my duty to work and support us... You are a child.. My child and I want you to act like one... No more sneaking out... No more getting into fights... Promise me that..." She said. Kneeling down to his height and placed her hands on his shoulders firmly.

He stared back at her. Equally determined not to back down. He was doing the right thing and wasn't about to let her convinced him otherwise. "No mother... It's my life... I have a right to support myself and not you! Or anybody will tell me I can't!" He yelled back. Pulling away from her arms and backed up. Crossing his arms over his chest with a firm stamp of his foot. "I want to leave here!"

She watched him and sighed again. His stubbornness was troubling.. She had wished when he was born that he wouldn't have inherited that trait from her. Yet he did and he was becoming more and more of a handful... He needed discipline... But she couldn't bring herself to be to firm with him... Most of all when he gave those big sad eyes... "Alright... I'll look for a place... Somewhere nicer for us to live... But you have to be good... No more fights..."

This struggle of will was bothersome... That was all he had... Proving himself on the streets.. He wasn't prepared to give it up... To be the same as all the other kids... He would have to find a way to make her understand that... But for now... He would play along... Let her believe that he was giving up the fight. "Alright... No more fighting.." He whispered, Fingers crossed behind his back in the gestured of a fake promise.

A few weeks past. As promised, She had moved to another place. Further away from the lower part of town into a nicer apartment. With separate rooms. Nicer.. But also more expensive. Driving Hwa-Young to take up a second job in order to try and keep up payments. Though the son did not stick to his side of the deal.

He continued seeking out fights in the streets. Secretly making bets and earning money. Once again keeping it hidden well from his mother... Tucked safely under his bed. This money was saved up for something he had set his sights upon. That he wanted desperately. Forget gaming consoles and other childish stuff... He laid upon on his small decrepit bed, Staring idly at the magazine in front of him. Each motorcycle shown on it's pages were fascinating. He would have one... One day... He thought eagerly.

At dinner, His stash was uncovered. As he sat eating quietly. His mother was busy changing his sheets and looked surprised when a large sum of money dropped out from under the pillow. She picked it up... Staring at it for a moment... Before walking out into the living room. "Do-Hyun! You promised me! You said no more fights!"

He stared at her, Then to the money in her hand. "It's my choice mother! Let me do what I want! My life and my money! You can't tell me what I can and can't do!" He yelled. Reaching up to try and yank the money out of her hand.

She looked shocked at him. Holding the money up out of his reach. "I can tell you what to do! I am your mother! And I expect you to do as I tell you! Do you understand me!? No more! No more fighting! I told you to act as you are! A child!"

He stamped his foot again and backed away from her. Glaring. "No! I don't want to be like everybody else! Sitting around playing video games and getting fat! This is me! I like fighting! I like earning money! I don't want to change and I won't! So fuck you mom! Fuck you!" He yelled angrily and turned. Bolting out of the building back onto the street.

"Do-Hyun!" She screamed and chased after him. Looking left and right. With no idea which direction her son had run off to.. She brought her hands up into her hair. The panic straining on her face as she looked around. "Do-Hyun! Where are you!? Do-Hyun! Do-Hyun!" She screamed! Running around the streets desperately searching for him.

Another day of partly successful training. Baek sighed. Stepping out of the shower and ran a hand through his dark brown hair. He was halfway to his room when he heard rapid knocking on his door and sighed. Who would be here at this time? "Just a minute..." He said. Going in his room and managed to get half dressed before the constant knocking played on his nerves. "Alright! Alright! I'm coming!" He yelled. Heading down the stairs.

The pounding on the door continued. So hard he thought that the person's fist might come through the door. He unlocked and yanked it open. Looking at the distressed looking woman on the other side. "Hwa-Young? What's wrong?" He asked, Taking note of how heavily she was breathing and the tears flooding endlessly down her face.

"D... Doo San..." She managed to get our, In between the gasping and heaving. "Please help me! I can't find him! Please help me!" She pleaded. Her arms reaching out and desperately clinging to his arms.

Baek brought her inside. Sitting her down carefully and went to fetch her a glass of water. Handing it to her and took a seat across from her. "Calm down now.. And tell me what's wrong?"

She did as asked. Taking a sip of the water and forced herself to calm her breathing. "My... My son... He... He ran off... I can't find him... Please help me find him! I beg you!" She cried, Dropping the glass and brought her hands to her face. Openly sobbing now.

He caught the glass before it hit the floor. Her son... He would be about 6 now... And ran off? A sigh escaped his lips. "Alright... I'll go look for him... You should stay here and rest up while I search.. Ok?" He asked

"No... I must.. Come too... I have to... Ah... I'm a terrible mother! Don't hate me... I don't want him to hate me..." She mumbled out. Still crying heavily..

"I'm sure that's not true... Sometimes people argue.. But that doesn't mean he hates you... Tell me what he looks like... I'll find him and bring him to you..." He said. Resting a hand on her shoulder as a gesture of comfort.

She looked up at him... "Al... Alright... He's sk... Skinny... Quite pale and likes wearing vests and jeans and h... His hair is shoulder length... And... Re... Red... You can't miss him..." She muttered, Taking some time to get it all out with the constant so bs escaping her lips.

Red hair? Did he hear that right? Ok, Not going to question it... But she was right.. That would make finding him easier... "Ok.. I'll be back soon..." He patted her on the shoulder gently and grabbed a shirt hanging up in the hallway on his way. Throwing it on and stepped outside to his car... The kid couldn't be far...

Baek was unsure how long he had been driving around when he finally set eyes on the boy. Having first spotted the bright red hair, Couldn't be many kids with that colour hair here and the rest matched the description given. He drove around to that side of the road. Pulling over a short distance away and got out. Locking the car up as he walked over and sat down on the kerb next to the boy.

No reaction was given, Baek looked at him. The kid hadn't so much as glanced in his direction. So, He'll need to start up a conversation. "You alright kid?" He asked, Attempting to try and gain the boys trust before taking him back to his mom. The last thing he wanted was to be pulled over by the police with a screaming kid in his car.

"Fuck off..." The youth replied harshly. Surprising the older man with that terrible language. "Do you want a ride home? It's pretty cold out here..." He said, Not letting the attitude bother him and continued with a offer of friendly conversation.

This time the boy actually looked at him. But the expression displayed anything but trust. "What are you? Some kind of pervert? I'm not getting in no car with you!" He hissed. Turning his head away. "So let me rephrase my original statement again.. Fuck off..."

Baek scowled, This kid was definitely his mother's son. "Listen kid... I'm not going to touch you... I know your mom... And she's freaking out... I'm here because she asked me to come looking for you... So I would appreciate it if you could drop the attitude... Let's go... Before she has a heart attack..."

That got his attention back. The boy looked up at him for a moment. "My mom?" Baek nodded. "Was she crying?" He asked, Voice strained a little. Again Baek nodded. "Yeah... She was... Probably still is... So we'd better go now... She'll be a lot happier when she sees you safe.."

The boy looked in thought and nodded a little... "Alright... But I'm not getting in a car with you..." He replied quite firmly. Standing up and made motion of dusting off his clothes.

Though he was slightly bothered by the fact that he would have to walk all the way there. Then come back for his car. He felt some admiration for the boy. He wasn't stupid... Don't easily trust a stranger. He got to his feet and started walking on the way back. Looking to see the child following behind at a safe distance... Cautious in case he was being lied to... Real smart kid indeed... He thought and continued walking. "So, What do you like to do with your time?" He asked as they walked.

"None of your business pervert.." He muttered in response. Still following behind with ever weary expression.."

Baek gave a slight chuckled at that. "My name is Baek... Baek Doo San.." He said. looking at the boy again.

"Like I give a fuck... Are we there yet?" He asked? Looking up at the buildings around them. He was unfamiliar with this part of town... Must be where all the snobs hang out... He would have to memorise the area... Good place to get easy money... A smirk appeared on his face at the thought.

As they kept going, The same banter continued. Baek would ask a question and the boy would reply with some form of sarcastic or whity retort, No doubt designed to test the older man's patience and get a reaction out of him..

When's your birthday?" Baek asked. Purely out of curiosity.. "When's your's!?" Came the hostile response... Was that all he was going to get out of the kid now? "Alright... Fine... Have it your way..." He said and continued the rest of the walk in silence. He was glad when his home came into view.

"Here we are... You'll see your mom soon.." He said, Walking up to the front door and unlocked it. Letting the kid inside first and followed afterwards. Relocking the door and pointed up to the stairs.

He watched the boy walked up there and stayed where he was. Deciding to give them a bit of time alone to sort out whatever had transpired between them earlier.

Do-Hyun walked up the stairs slowly, Hearing the sound of his mother still sobbing and crept along the hall towards the room. Peeking inside at her sitting in the couch in distress. He watched for a few minutes.. Before stepping into the room. "Mother?"

She looked up at the sound of his voice, Eyes red from the non stop crying. She sprung off the couch and straight over to him. Wrapping both arms around him and pulling him as close to her possible. "You scared me! Do you have any idea just how much! Don't you ever do that to me again! Never again!"

He didn't pull away, Raising a hand up to her hair and stroked it. "Mother... Please stop crying... I won't run away again... I promise... Don't cry..." He mumbled. Close to tears himself from her reaction.

She was slightly thankful to see him actually acting like a child for once. "You don't know what could have happened... There's a lot of bad people out there... You might have been hurt or worse... I'm only trying to keep you safe Do-Hyun.."

"I know mother... But I'm alright... I can take of myself... Mother... Don't be mad... I was just trying to show you that I can be a adult.. You don't need to treat me like a baby.." He said, Pulling back slightly and moved his hand to her face. Wiping away some tears.

She looked at him in silence, Pulling him close again and gave a kiss to his head. "Oh Do-Hyun... Why can't you understand... You don't need to be a adult... You are a child and you don't need to prove anything to me... I'm supposed to look after you... But now... I'm not sure I can trust you..." She sighed. Resting her head against his gently.

"What do you mean by that? Don't trust me? What are you going to do?" He looked concerned. Trying to pull back and look her in the eyes. But her grip on him refused to allow him to more at all. "You need discipline... You need to be taught that you can't continue to act the way you do... I'm sorry sweetie... But I've got no choice..."

"Mother? You aren't going to send me away are you!? I'm sorry! I was just trying to help! Don't send me away! I want to stay with you! I won't let you send me away! I won't!" He yelled. Struggling in her arms.

Baek hung around in the hallway. Coming in when Hwa-Young called his name.. He walked in looked at her, She was staring up at him, Holding her resisting son close in her arms. "Doo... Baek... I hate to ask... Since you've done so much for me already... But you run a dojo here don't you?"

He stared at her. Asking himself where this was going. "Yes... I do... Why do you ask? I never figured you to be interested in taking lessons... It's not cheap you now?" He replied.. Watching her closely.

She shook her head... "I don't care about the price... But it's not for me..." She glanced at her son. "I know it's a lot to ask... But I don't know what I can do... I'm sure you could help where I failed." She said. Just loud enough or him to hear again.

The boy screamed and struggled harder. Getting the impression of what she was suggesting. "NO MOTHER! I SAID NO!" He screamed. Kicking and wailing, Trying harder to get away.

Baek looked from her to her son and back again. "Him.?" She gave a nod of confirmation. "But he's so young... You are aware that I won't be more lenient with him over the others.."

She nodded again. "I know... I can think of no better way to help him... If there is anybody who could make a good mature man out of him... I'm sure it is you... I can pay... I promise... Please... Take him as one of your students.." She pleaded.

He listened and gave a sigh. The kid did have a bad attitude that would no doubt get him into trouble in the near future. He recalled memories of his parents again.. He was hesitant to take the kid in... But if roles were reversed... He'd want somebody to do the same for his son.. "Alright... He can stay here with me... I'll take care of him.."

She smiled. "Thank you very much..." Her hand cupped her son's head affectionately. Moving him back slightly to see this time it was him crying. "Shush... It's alright... You'll be well taken care off... I'll come see you as often as possible... I promise... I love you..."

He stared at her. Sobbing softly. "Mother... I want to stay with you... Don't leave me..." He grabbed her hand in his much smaller ones. "You can't go! I won't let you!" He whined as she stood up. Walking over to Baek. "I am so grateful towards you... I cannot even being to explain."

Baek shook his head. "It's no problem... You don't have to go... You are welcome to stay here with him..." He offered.

"No... I can't... You've done more then enough and I can't ask for anything more then taking care of my child..." She smiled, Leaning down to kiss her son on the head again before pulling her hand free from him. Walking past into the hallway. She looked at him. Up close, Feeling a urge. But she resisted and went past him. "Thank you.." She said and walked out of the building again... Feeling a burning sadness within. She really didn't want to give him up... But she had make the choice that was best for her son... So reluctantly. She forced her steps further and further away.

Baek reached out. Grabbing hold of the boy as he tried to run out after his mother. Calling for her. "Calm down.. You'll see her again soon..." He said. Picking the boy up, Despite his crying and screaming and kicking, Carrying him over to the couch and put him down there. "Are you hungry? I can make you some food."

The boy crossed his arms and kicked the chair. Staring at Baek in anger. "No I don't want your fucking food! I want mother! MOTHER!" He screamed and jumped off the couch and bolted to the door.

Baek sighed. This kid really was a handful. He followed, Managing long strides that always caught up with him. Picking the boy up again and carried him back. He clenched his teeth when he felt the boy switch from kicking and punching to biting.

He carried him back to the couch and placed him back down there again. "Listen kid... We're gonna need to make some sort of arrangement here... We can start with your name... I told you mine.. Baek Doo San... So what's yours?"

"Fuck you! Fuck you and your stupid fucking face! I'm not telling you fucking shit! You're a prick and you can go rot in hell! Oh and did I forget? FUCK YOU!"

Baek sighed and rubbed his head.. He had a feeling this kid was going to turn him grey before his time... But he was nothing if not determined...

Authors notes: Chapter two done, And Hwoarang is a adorable little bae with a potty mouth.. I had reasons for labelling Hwoarang as a name he himself chose and not his original name and also. He's a fiery redhead and always will be. Nevermind Tekken 7 trying to change that.