Hwoarang and Julia...ooooo, spicy!!

A/N: Hello again! Sorry if I've ruined the "I'm Jin Kazama and I'm really serious and if you say one thing to me I will frown at you and disapprove of everything you say" mood most stories adopt for Jin. I want my story to be different, and apparently it is, because, as it says in my summary, I was away in Indonesia, and I asked my cousin to look at the story so far. My cousin said that it was very interesting, very different. I said my story doesn't even make sense (just like me :P) and my cousin said that is what makes me a genius...so maybe I can TAKE OVER THE WORLD!! OR AT LEAST TAKE OVER NAMCO, SO I WON'T HAVE TO DO ANY FUC/ING DISCLAIMERS. And I'm very sorry to those who looked at my story rating and thought that this would be a tale of happy little bunnies and flowers, because I didn't know how to adjust the rating the first time I put it up. It says 'G' on my story (I think) so just to get it straight I didn't mean to put it like that. Oh well, why bother to change it now? :P

Disclaimer: Just to let all of you know, I didn't even know I had to put in a disclaimer till the last moment. I would also like to add that I have a horrible grudge against the person who said we have to put in disclaimers, and my horrible grudge is slowly turning into a rage, which will slowly make me obsessed to find and kill the person who made up these @#$%^&*! disclaimer CRAP. Since I will never find them, I will most likely slowly become insane, making my ficcys BLOODY CRAP (ie. the words of an insane person, which=BLOODY CRAP). And if you didn't read the first chapter, which you must have, then this is what you missed...I DON'T OWN NAMCO... WWWAAAAHHHH!!!!!

A/E/N (Author's Extra Note): Just in case I haven't thanked you yet, these are some people who I would like to thank and have most probably thanked already but since I am semi-insane you will have to bear with me on this one: Jes (UPDATE THE KING OF IRON FART!!! WWWAAAHHH!!) , Hwoarang (finish your story on the Mountain Dew story fast, cause I wanna read more of it :P...just kidding take as long as you want..O_O did I just say that? I must be more than semi-insane), Kotou (keep writing those fics, you know I'll read them!), skittle_xtreme (hope I spelt it right), The One, NextBigThing1 (I must've gone insane over all those ficcys cause I fell outta my chair so many times laughing that I've got serious brain damage), Hwoarang-ismyhero, Hwoarang's girl and some other people who I haven't mentioned and I haven't even discovered yet. I'll keep looking at stories on FanFiction, and who knows, YOU might be on my list of thank yous next!! :D

A/E/E/N (Author's Extra Extra Note): I would also like to thank all my flamers... I see... you must be going 'O_O *whisper whisper* "she really is insane" *whisper whisper* '. Well, you see, all the flames I get go straight to this campfire, where I poke a stick in the flames and poke the burning stick up Heihachi's @$$. Oh, and by the way, if you own Age Of Empires II, and you know what happens when you type in the cheat 'i love the monkey head', that's what I think Lee Chaolan does in secret.

A/E/N/J/T/P/Y/O (Author's Extra Note Just To Piss You Off): If you're reading this, I got ya! You've read the bazillion miles of crap I've wrote so far without even getting to the story yet, and you're reading this too....WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've forgotten to tell you something. All reviewers [WHO DON'T FLAME ME...though, considering I like to torture HTTB (Heihachi-The-Thong-Boy) you MIGHT get a little acknowledgement that you exist from my story, the HIGHEST compliment a flamer like you (I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU NICE PEOPLE WHO DON'T ACT LIKE CRAP WHEN YOU REVIEW OTHERS) shall ever receive LOL!] shall get some mention in my story.

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"She loves me?"

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While Ling was whipping Jin's @$$ in the park, Hwoarang was in the middle of training.

"Ha hee heeeee YA!" Hwoarang yelled, using his powerful kicks to sunder the punching bag apart.

"THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH! FUC/ YOU HWOARANG!" A short, tubby man was yelling at him, the man's face a beetroot red. Hwoarang, ignoring all the yelling coming from what looked like a little red balloon on legs, for by this time he was used to being screamed at, recognized the man to be the dojo treasurer. "THIS IS THE 7TH BAG YOU'VE BROKEN TODAY! AND IT ISN'T EVEN ONE HOUR PAST THE DOJO OPENING TIME! IT TAKES 4 WEEKS FOR A NEW BAG TO ARRIVE, AND THE COST.... DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH IT COSTS? DO YOU? DO YOU..."

Hwoarang looked out the window, while mentally shutting out the treasurer's loud lamentations. Not much to see in the west window, just some kids playing ball, getting run over by a truck (a chili truck to be precise, that's why I've called this particular chapter 'ooooo, spicy!'), miraculously coming out alive, while the driver in the truck doesn't even know he's run over something, he's just too busy...um...er.... how shall I put this.... I'll just give it to you straight.... MAKING BABIES.

'Yep', Hwoarang thought, 'Just an ordinary view out there.' He looked out the east window.... and almost fell over. SHE was walking down the footpath, scuffing the dirt. The sun shone off her hair, the most beautiful brown hair he had ever seen, and when she glanced up to meet his gaze, her hazel eyes pierced into his very soul. In that instant, Hwoarang knew he had to find out where she lived. He had to find her.

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Julia looked back the fiery haired, tall young man staring at her. She was captivated by this stranger, and she had only glanced at him through a window! She was about to signal to him, when a short fat man came and shut the blinds. Julia was wondering if she should go into the dojo and ask about the 'red', but she didn't want to get embarrassed, just in case the receptionist asked any funny questions. Julia decided to look up the dojo's name and come back later. She read on the sign 'Mojo Jojo's Dojo'.

"No doubt this is a quirk from the author's semi-insane mind", she stated matter-of-factly (I'm gonna get you back for that Julia). Julia walked off.

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"WELL? GIVE ME AN ANSWER! AND LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU!" The short man strode to the window and pulled down the blinds. Hwoarang snapped back to reality. "WELL?" the tubby man screamed in Hwoarang's face.

"Ooooo, yuk, get a breath mint," Hwoarang replied disgustedly, holding his nose and fanning the air.

The reply proved to be disastrous, because, quite literally, the short man exploded.

"WHY HOW DARE YOU REPLY TO ME LIKE THAT! I'LL GET YOU SOME TIME; I'LL GET YOU KICKED OUT OF THIS DOJO! DON'T MESS ME AROUND, MATEY---"

Hwoarang looked down at the short, tubby man, who had just taken in a deep breath, and so doing had made his belt burst, and his pants were down to his knees. Hwoarang had a very hard time trying not to laugh. The treasurer's face went from purple to red, and he waddled away, frantically trying to keep his pants up.

Hwoarang immediately stopped laughing and stepped outside the dojo. He had to find her.

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A/N: Well? What did ya think of it, huh, HUH? I have many ideas still, and I have a semi-insane mind to help me, so you probably won't be disappointed (this message is not to flamers, who hate all stories) (well, they probably hate all stories). I am going to go to school soon, so I have to finish these chapters NOW. Please remember, 5 reviews each chapter before I update! :P You understand.