Chapter 6:

History Lesson

Hwoarang sat quietly. Jin kept watch and wouldn't talk to me. The bastard. Really he had all the right in the world to be angry with me. All Hwoarang would ask me was why. Why would I do such a thing? Jin said nothing. He simply stated that I keep my ass out of his goddamned way. I can't say that I didn't care, when in fact I cared way too fucking much. All I could say was that I was sorry. Even then, Jin only glared at me. After about the thousandth time, I guess I had finally struck his nerves.

"I heard you. You and your pathetic swear." Jin glared at me with fiercely cold eyes like icebergs. I was shocked. That's all I know how to explain it. I was shocked beyond everything. He knew. But at the same time he didn't. No, he didn't know. Not as much as he himself thought originally. The truth was, I did summon it. Not on purpose though. My presence within that dark temple stirred the spirit. But only because of Kaeisyn. Yeah, you heard right. Kaeisyn. The spirit that 'branded' me. But I'll explain that as we go about our trip down bitch lane. Oh, excuse me, 'Memory Lane'.

We spent, I don't even know how many days, running from the crazed spirit. I don't quite remember how we ended up in the middle of the desert, but we did. Jin still wouldn't talk to me. He knew somehow I had stirred the being. He knew something I didn't at the time. All three of us were marked. I was different from the two of them though. The spirit that marked me..... Was inside. Yeah, inside, as in, inside of ME. That's how I stirred Zinken. Or was it Zenkin? Ah, fuck it. Anyway, Jin scolded me on how it was all my fault and how I had no business in that temple. He snapped.

"If you would have never came, I could have already finished my mission and destroyed the Mishima bloodline and be living peacefully in the woods where I was raised. But NO! Instead, I'm stuck in the middle of the desert protecting the one person who has put everyone's lives in the danger of being destroyed just because she's an idiot." I winced in pain and flinched as if he had hit me. At that point he did. Jin kicked me in my side. I fell onto the ground a few feet over, trying not to cry. Why? Why must it always be me? Those were the thoughts that kept running through my mind. Little did I know, I would change and those few words spoken, those few physical hits, and those actions, would save my life. Sound crazy? Heh, just wait.

A few days later Jin left and came back, carrying a heavy load. What it was, I couldn't see. Hwoarang stood up, the sand from the desert ground falling from his pants. Jin walked up. Laying the pack down he said,

"Don't touch it." I spoke up in pure curiosity,

"But, Master, What is it?"

"I will tell you when the time comes." Was all he said. I sat down in the sand and stared at the sky. It darkened quickly and a rare shower sprayed down.

Livin' on th' edge,

Is like a fuckin' ledge,

Can't see the sledge,

Hammer abode leavin' the dirt,

Stayin' alert,

The problem is,

I can't see the other kids,

Messin' around,

'Bout to clown,

All over th' town,

Leave it in ruins of massacre,

Ain't nothin' spectacular,

Although I can't get back to ya,

Sing it aloud,

Makein' me proud,

Proud o' myself,

Don't make me laugh.

The freestyle rap I spat at the sky made me fell a bit better.... until I noticed Jin and Hwoarang staring at me. Shit, was I embarrassed,

"Whoa...." The way it came out of Hwoarang's mouth was so funny that I couldn't help it. I cracked up laughing.

"What was THAT?" Jin asked as if I had just gone insane. I laughed harder and gasped for air.

"Rap," I choked out. I finally calmed down after about three fucking minutes. I SWEAR I COULDN'T BREATHE! I sat there and explained rap to them, "So uh, you see, rap started in Jamaica. It's like a song only you don't sing, you say the words fast and emphasize in certain areas. This was known as 'MCing' or now known as 'rap'. One of the first rap recordings was 'Rappers Delight' by The Sugar Hill Gang. When you rap, you use loud beats and base lines, and you say the words in a fast manner. This is called Hip-Hop."

"So rapping is when you say the words really fast with little or no music, and Hip-Hop is rapping with loud music." Hwoarang said trying to get all that I said into his squished brain. Ok, never mind, you want me to say it? Fine. Hwoarang does not have a squished brain. Happy? Mumbles Bitch. Well, anyway, I nodded.

"You know alot about this 'rap' music of yours." Jin said. I shrugged,

"Well, you can't do something right if it doesn't come from the soul or heart and if you don't understand it. In other words, you have to understand something before you can judge it or actually do it right. How it was meant to be." Jin nodded,

"You're learning." I was surprised. I never thought I'd be spitting out all kinds of weird and wise shit, but that right there was tight. (Translation: tight cool, Get it? Got it? Good.)