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Not A Good Reason

(3)

The place was small and amazingly neat. It had a small couch, a little table, and a bookshelf. On the wall hung several pictures. Some were with Hwoarang with a man with black hair. The kitchen was tidy and small. The bathroom was in a corner, and the bedroom was simple. A bed, a lamp, a chest for clothes, and a window. There was a mat spread on the floor for evident meditation. "This place is really nice," Julia commented. Hwoarang smiled. "Thank you," he said. He gestured for the couch. "Oh, no, I'm soaking wet," "Oh, you can dry off in the bathroom." He said. "Where?" she asked. "Right down there." He said pointing. She nodded and went to the bathroom. He rubbed his hands together and sat down. He was nervous. He got back up and went to the kitchen. He turned on the stove and began to make some tea. He went into his room and grabbed a shirt and a pair of old jeans. He changed his jeans, and walked out of the room with his shirt slung on his shoulder. Julia came out of the bathroom. She was fairly dry and she smiled at him. He smiled back. "Oh, um, I'm making some tea…" he said. She nodded. "I can use something warm," she said. He nodded and went to the kitchen. She went over to the wall and studied the pictures. She saw the man again. Hwoarang came out and saw her. "That was my master, his name was Baek." He said. "Oh…is that where you learned to fight?" she asked. "Well, I knew how to fight, it's just that he taught me to fight with reason, and purpose, and he showed me some special techniques too." He said. She nodded. "You fight too right?" he asked. She smiled and nodded. "My mother, she showed me how to fight." She said. He nodded. "Well um, the tea's ready so, we can, have a drink." He said. "Ok," she said. They went into the kitchen.

**

Jin sped at 80 mph. He didn't know where he was going and he didn't care. Apart from his date dumping him for his rival and Ling trying to make a move on him, his night was crappy. He wished it could all end. Why? He thought as he sped along the road. It was wet and slippery, and very dangerous. He glanced at the clock. It read 12:56 pm. He turned the radio on and the music blared through his car.

I tried so hard and got so far

But in the end…it doesn't even matter

I had to fall to lose it all

But in the end…it doesn't even matter…

He sang along to the music softly and he felt anger pulse through his veins. His blood was hot. He needed to fight. He stopped the car and looked around. He was close to the junction. He fired up the engine and sped along. He was going to fight.

10 minutes later, Jin parked his car and got out. Loud music blared from the old train station underground, which had been taken over by rouges and had been named The Junction. Cheers and shouts erupted from the subway too. He was home. He went to the entrance and the guard gave him the ok. He was pretty popular here. He had won lots of fights. "Hey Jin!" someone yelled. He looked around and he was greeted by many familiar faces. He went over to some friends and he chatted for a while. He wanted to fight, he told them. The nodded and gestured to the cage, where people crowded around. "The latest heat," one of his friends Stan said. "You haven't been here for a while, he's been sweepin' the crowd man, we were waitin' for ya to come ere," Stan said. Jin looked at the man in the cage. He was tall, well built, and mean. His body was tattooed all over, and he was mercilessly pounding someone, who was obviously no match for him. Jin stood up and made his way over to the cage. The huge man inside yelled loudly. "Who wants to go next!!!!???" he shouted. Jin stepped up. "I do!" he said. The man looked at Jin and smirked. "You? Well, I suppose it won't make much of a difference now would it? I haven't seen you around here, who are you?" he asked. "My name is Jin Kazama, and you're the one who looks strange," he said. "Well, step right in…boya, somebody take this carcass outta here, and my name is death, I've killed a lot of people, now you can be added to the list." He said. Jin pulled off his shirt and the whole crowd cheered. "Let's see what you've got." Jin muttered.

**

Hwoarang and Julia sat on the small couch and quietly sipped tea. The rain poured harder outside and a chill entered the room. Julia sighed. "Well, so much for me getting to go home…" she said. Hwoarang laughed. "I know, I only have a bike, no car, I thought the rain would ease up, what a bummer…" he said. She laughed. "So, why didn't you come to school so long?" she asked. He looked at her. "Um…well…I was…ashamed." He said. "Ashamed?" she asked. "Julia, you don't know what it feels like to lose…I had never lost a battle in public like that…ever…until I fought Jin. I hated his guts after that and sadly, I still do, there's nothing I can do about it except-" " Fight him again Hwoarang." She said softly. He looked at her. "And humiliate myself again?" he asked. She shook her head. "Do your best, try," she said. He sighed. "It's not that simple Julia, I'll have to train and fight, I can't just go and fight him, even though people might think that I'm physically ready to fight, mentally, I'm not, I'm a person like that, It might even sound a little ignorant to some people, but, It's just the way I am." He said. She nodded at the answer. It was honest. She knew it came from deep within, and it took a lot of courage to say that in front of her. "Well Hwoarang, I respect your feelings, and I'm not going to say I understand the predicament you're in, because I don't, and if I did say that I would be lying to you. If you need to get mentally prepped, I'll support you all the way," she said. He smiled and leaned over to her. "Where did you get all of this wise talking from?" he asked. She laughed. "From my mommy," she said. "She must be a nice lady," he said. She smiled. "She is."

**

Jin's side ached where 'death' had punched him. He shrugged it off and continued to fight. Death rammed forward and slammed Jin against the gate. Jin cried out in pain and he tasted blood. He felt fired up and he stood up angrily. "You're goin' down freak!" he shouted. Jin ran towards death and punched him as hard as he could in the gut. Death screamed out an inhuman cry and blood gushed from his mouth. It spilled on the floor and it spewed on Jin's chest. Death fell to the floor and didn't move. The crowd was silent and no one made a sound. "Yeah!!!" someone shouted. The room erupted in cheers. Death groaned on the floor and stirred. He raised his head and looked at Jin then his head fell down again. The crowd was roaring and deafening. Jin smiled happily, and no one noticed the tears on his face. They thought it was sweat. No one really cared about that. They were just happy that death was down, and wouldn't be fighting for a while. Stan came in the cage and he escorted Jin out of the ring. "You were great man," he said. Jin faked a smile. "Yeah, thanks," he said. "Um, Stan, can you drive me home?" Jin asked. "Aren't you staying for the celebration?" he asked. Jin shook his head. "Naw, I need to clean up," he said. Stan looked at Jin and nodded. "Alright, Guys! One more cheer for our champ.!!" Stan shouted. Another series of cheers rang out and Jin smiled. "Now take me home," he mumbled to Stan. Five minutes later, they were on their way.

**

Hwoarang and Julia were still on the couch, except that Julia was asleep. She lay against Hwoarang's chest and slept peacefully. He didn't want to wake her up and so he stayed in one spot. She turned and she unconsciously held on to his hand. He smiled at this and he cuddled up to her. Julia was his, not Jin's, and he was happy.