Disclaimer: *sigh* I don't own Tekken or any of its character T_T
A/N - This chapter will be very different from, the last chapter since in this chapter it's like ten years after. It also won't be so dark anymore, I'll stop talking now but I just want to say remember to review always appreciated. Hmmm. Oh yeah, If you have time try to guess who A.J is. It shouldn't be so hard, I hope.
Chapter two: deceived
Hwoarang was sitting at a classy restaurant tapping his fingers impatiently. He didn't feel very comfortable in places like this and he asked himself what he was doing here in the first place. In the beginning all this was going to turn out was a short pain free assignment. But thinking of it he should blame himself for being so naïve that he actually believes what the old bastard had told him.
Excuse me, the young woman asked politely tapping at the redhead's shoulder.
Are you Hwoarang?
Hwoarang nodded slightly and looked down briefly at the shirt black skirt she was wearing.
This came for you, she said silently almost whispering and handed him a white envelope.
Hwoarang watched as she walked away, the heels she was wearing had to be at least 10 cm high. As she turned to the exit his eyes came back towards the white envelop and opened it.
Son of a. He stopped at his tracks noticing that a couple of people sitting near him were staring.
He calmed himself down and shuffled away his strands of hair from his eyes. He read the letter one more time and sighed. This is bullshit he thought.
He turned away to one of the waitresses asking for the check. After he had paid he walked away from the restaurant mad enough to kill. The man was doing this on purpose squeezing out every opportunity he had to make him work for him. Hwoarang sighed asking himself why he just didn't turn and walk away and forget about the whole thing. He knew he was being used and manipulated. After today he would pack his stuff and disappear he would never get the answers he wanted to in this way. But then again, what else would he do?
Hwoarang started to head for his hotel, tired of everything that had happened this last few months. He smiled at the fact that he was actually living in one of the most expensive hotel in the city and that he didn't even have to pay for it. He laid back against his bed and reached for his pocket taking out a picture. He was somewhat about eight years old in this picture and he was standing beside a girl a younger than him. It was a life that he wished that he could remember, but never did. Almost like it had never happened.
Hwoarang woke up by someone knocking on his door repeatedly not stopping even though he refuse to respond. He made a loud groan before he headed for the door to open it violently:
What?!
Hwoarang? A girl with light brown hair said sounding high and mighty as she raised her eyebrow.
Yeah!? He responded instantly not liking the snobby attitude she was having against him.
My name's Natalie, I've worked with you before remember, she responded even more confidant and put out her hand.
Hwoarang shook her hand, not appreciating the way too formal hello. He remembered her all right not that he wanted to. She was behaving like a bossy dictator a female version of Hitler. The snobbish high all mighty attitude was the only thing that made her have a personality.
My friends call me Nat, she said and stepped into his hotel room laying out all her stuff beside his bed.
Then I'll call you Natalie, Hwoarang said with a mean smile on his face.
Whatever, I am not here to argue. She said and turned away.
She reached out for a notebook in her suitcase and started to read the content out loudly.
We're going up 5 o clock to meet with this guy named Frank, talk about half an hour then leave and head straight for the airport where we fly to San Francisco to make a deal with George Mc.
Hold on here, we don't have to go on board for the plane until 9 o clock no need to wake up that early and Frank doesn't mind if we come late. Now put down that damn book and relax, Jesus. Hwoarang exclaimed and went back to his bed pulling the sheets over him. At least in sleep he wouldn't have to hear her complains about nearly everything.
Ehh, excuse, I'm sleeping in the bed. Nat said and waved her hand in a way to say shoo.
Why?
Because I'm a woman and the least thing you could do is to let me sleep on the bed, she said and crossed her arms.
Well, woman you could sleep on the bed anytime you want but so will I, he said and pulling the sheets over him once again.
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A/N - As you may have noticed by the way, I change each description to fit the chapter. Except for the prologue, don't worry I don't talk this much in the future.
A/N - This chapter will be very different from, the last chapter since in this chapter it's like ten years after. It also won't be so dark anymore, I'll stop talking now but I just want to say remember to review always appreciated. Hmmm. Oh yeah, If you have time try to guess who A.J is. It shouldn't be so hard, I hope.
Chapter two: deceived
Hwoarang was sitting at a classy restaurant tapping his fingers impatiently. He didn't feel very comfortable in places like this and he asked himself what he was doing here in the first place. In the beginning all this was going to turn out was a short pain free assignment. But thinking of it he should blame himself for being so naïve that he actually believes what the old bastard had told him.
Excuse me, the young woman asked politely tapping at the redhead's shoulder.
Are you Hwoarang?
Hwoarang nodded slightly and looked down briefly at the shirt black skirt she was wearing.
This came for you, she said silently almost whispering and handed him a white envelope.
Hwoarang watched as she walked away, the heels she was wearing had to be at least 10 cm high. As she turned to the exit his eyes came back towards the white envelop and opened it.
Son of a. He stopped at his tracks noticing that a couple of people sitting near him were staring.
He calmed himself down and shuffled away his strands of hair from his eyes. He read the letter one more time and sighed. This is bullshit he thought.
He turned away to one of the waitresses asking for the check. After he had paid he walked away from the restaurant mad enough to kill. The man was doing this on purpose squeezing out every opportunity he had to make him work for him. Hwoarang sighed asking himself why he just didn't turn and walk away and forget about the whole thing. He knew he was being used and manipulated. After today he would pack his stuff and disappear he would never get the answers he wanted to in this way. But then again, what else would he do?
Hwoarang started to head for his hotel, tired of everything that had happened this last few months. He smiled at the fact that he was actually living in one of the most expensive hotel in the city and that he didn't even have to pay for it. He laid back against his bed and reached for his pocket taking out a picture. He was somewhat about eight years old in this picture and he was standing beside a girl a younger than him. It was a life that he wished that he could remember, but never did. Almost like it had never happened.
Hwoarang woke up by someone knocking on his door repeatedly not stopping even though he refuse to respond. He made a loud groan before he headed for the door to open it violently:
What?!
Hwoarang? A girl with light brown hair said sounding high and mighty as she raised her eyebrow.
Yeah!? He responded instantly not liking the snobby attitude she was having against him.
My name's Natalie, I've worked with you before remember, she responded even more confidant and put out her hand.
Hwoarang shook her hand, not appreciating the way too formal hello. He remembered her all right not that he wanted to. She was behaving like a bossy dictator a female version of Hitler. The snobbish high all mighty attitude was the only thing that made her have a personality.
My friends call me Nat, she said and stepped into his hotel room laying out all her stuff beside his bed.
Then I'll call you Natalie, Hwoarang said with a mean smile on his face.
Whatever, I am not here to argue. She said and turned away.
She reached out for a notebook in her suitcase and started to read the content out loudly.
We're going up 5 o clock to meet with this guy named Frank, talk about half an hour then leave and head straight for the airport where we fly to San Francisco to make a deal with George Mc.
Hold on here, we don't have to go on board for the plane until 9 o clock no need to wake up that early and Frank doesn't mind if we come late. Now put down that damn book and relax, Jesus. Hwoarang exclaimed and went back to his bed pulling the sheets over him. At least in sleep he wouldn't have to hear her complains about nearly everything.
Ehh, excuse, I'm sleeping in the bed. Nat said and waved her hand in a way to say shoo.
Why?
Because I'm a woman and the least thing you could do is to let me sleep on the bed, she said and crossed her arms.
Well, woman you could sleep on the bed anytime you want but so will I, he said and pulling the sheets over him once again.
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
A/N - As you may have noticed by the way, I change each description to fit the chapter. Except for the prologue, don't worry I don't talk this much in the future.