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Chapter 6: Hwoarang, Baek and Christy- In a disco joint?
"Run faster. You're almost there. Only 8 more miles to go."
Hwoarang pumped his legs harder, brushing away the strands of rebellious hair that were smacking him in the face. Dammit all, this was just insane. 8 more miles? He'd just run 6! Wasn't that enough? He slowed his pace, earning him a rapt to his sides by a bamboo rod.
"Be constant, Hwoarang." Baek Doo San scolded.
"Isn't this punishment enough?" He complained.
"If you hadn't thrown those bricks through Jin Kazama's windows, you wouldn't be in this predicament. Those windows cost $1400 to replace. And you know you have to run 1 mile for every $100."
"I know that, master, but explain to me again why you HAVE to be sitting on my back the entire time."
"Part of your new discipline routine."
"So your going to do this ALL the time?" Hwoarang wailed.
"No, I just want you to know that I'm going to be more of a hardass." Hwoarang moaned. "Pick up the pace. If you have enough energy to talk, you have enough energy to run faster."
"Kazama, you little tattle tale, I'm gonna kick your ass."
Flashback
Hwoarang rode his motorcycle to Mishima Manor, clutching his bag of bricks and grinning maniacally. This should piss Kazama off real good. He thought. He rode pass the open gate smirking.
They're so full of themselves. "Oh, we're so strong that we can leave the gates to our big mansion wide open." I'll show him.
Putting down his kick stand, Hwoarang started counting windows. "20-26 to the right." He said, stopping in front of Jin's windows. Bastard has such a big room. "Well, I hope he likes a little breeze at night." He said as the first brick crashed through the first window. As he broke the next 2, Jin's head popped out of the first window. He glared at the snickering Korean.
"Hwoarang, you fucker, you're gonna pay for this."
"Ha, good luck with that, I don't have any money!" Hwoarang yelled, flipping him off.
"Then your master can pay for the damage. I'm gonna call him right now!"
"You don't have any proof, Kazama, and Baek hates your old man! He'll never believe you!"
"That's why we have security cameras, dumb shit." Jin yelled back.
"Ah, fuck." Hwoarang muttered. "This isn't over Kazama!" He threatened before running off. I'll hide, and Baek will never find me. He thought.
2 days later, Baek found him getting drunk at his favorite bar.
End flashback
"And you're done." Baek said, jumping off his back. Hwoarang clutched his side, leaning against a street lamp for support. A gust of wind caused a flyer to hit him smack in the face. Eye twitching, Hwoarang peeled the paper from his sweaty face and was about to rip it to hell when the words struck a cord in his memory.
"Tiger's place?" He murmured.
"Yes it opened a few days ago when you were vandalizing Mishima Manor." Baek supplied helpfully.
"Oh." Hwoarang answered, caught up on the picture of a girl next to Tiger who looked oddly familiar.
"Isn't that Miss Montiero?" Baek inquired, squinting at the picture.
"Oh shit, it is!" Hwoarang burst into laughter. "I could hardly recognize her with the fro and heavy make up."
"Would you like to go and support your friend?" Baek asked.
Hwoarang grinned evilly. This is just what I need. A little pick me up. I'm gonna enjoy humiliating Christie with pictures of her at "Tiger's place" at the next tournament.
"Yes, master Baek. I would like to go and support my friend." Hwoarang answered.
"Alright, go home and shower first, I'll meet you in an hour."
"See ya!" Hwoarang waved. Finally, I can enjoy myself the way I always do: At someone else's expense.
Christie leaned over to check her appearance and grimaced. She wore heavy electric blue eye shadow and thick mascara. She had a magenta blush spread across her cheeks and cherry red lipstick. She wore a half hot pink vest with puffy sleeves and massive bell bottoms that hugged her waist. Luckily, her hair hadn't been froed yet. Tiger had hand picked everything for her. What horrible taste! I can't believe I'm wearing this ugly get up. "Why am I doing this?" She moaned.
"Because you need cash and I need a hot singer for my new disco club." Tiger said, handing her a pair of giant gold hoop earrings.
Christie sighed as she put on the earrings. "Why did you choose Korea?"
"Well, I thought to myself 'where are there a lot of paid people who need to relive the disco era?'"
"And Korea came to mind?"
"No, Hawaii did, but prices for property are way up over there, so I disco pointed to a spot on the map."
Christie rolled her eyes. "You'll have to do without the fro tonight, foxy mama, cause we gotta go right now." He said, pushing her toward the stage.
Hwoarang looked around the club, surprised that it was actually packed. This is so cheesy, what a bunch of losers. Suddenly the stage lights shot on projecting neon colors of orange, green and hot pink. Hwoarang focused his camera to the center of the stage waiting for Christie to appear. She walked on accompanied by wackos and took the mic. Hwoarang choked on his laughter.
Oh man, she's never gonna live it down...
"Why the camera?" Baek wanted to know.
"I'm gonna make Christie a scrap book." He said in kind tones. "Three...two...one." As he clicked the button to snap Christie's picture... he was beamed aboard.
