Author's note: Well, as usual, I don't own Tekken 4 and neither have I even
PLAYED it! So, if I said some out of characterings, tell me and don't sue
me!!!!! And what the heck! This is my fic, right?! I can do anything!
Anything!!!! MUAAHAHHAHAHA!!!! Anyhow, please Read and Review.
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He entered the alley and saw a swarm of people surrounding someone or something. He managed to push through the crowd to the front-most but was just in time to see a man flying to the opposite end of the alley. He looked up at the opponent and raised an eyebrow.
'Paul.' He thought happily with recognition. Suddenly, someone from the crowd pushed Hwoarang into the small 'ring' and he staggered on his feet for a while before facing Paul.
"Well, looky who we have here." Paul said with a loop sided grin.
"Nice to see you too, Paul." He said, scratching the back of his head. Then, the 'audience' started chanting, 'FIGHT!, FIGHT!, FIGHT!, FIGHT!' over and over again.
Paul looked around and smiled. "I could use some rematch." He said, clicking his knuckles. "What do ya' say?" he said.
Hwoarang shrugged and smiled. "Works for me." he said and got into a fighting stance. Before he or Paul could even start exchanging blows, a cop car's siren approached and needless to say, everyone scrammed, leaving the 2.
"Guess it'll have ta wait." Paul said, crossing his arms. A police man came.
"Put your hands in the air!" he said. Hwoarang thought he looked familiar but before he could say anything, Paul butted in.
"Argh! It's just Lei." He said, throwing his arms in the air, exasperated.
"I said: Hands in the air!!" The police (Lei) shouted.
A few minutes later, in a restaurant...
"This thing is good!!" Lei exclaimed, stuffing his face full with all the goodies full on the table. Bribing a hungry policeman was surely an easy thing to do. Especially if you know him.
"So, you did good in the army huh?" Paul asked, sipping some cold beer. Hwoarang ordered some Chinese noodle for himself.
"Yeah." He said. "And got suspended for it. Pretty boring life." he added.
Paul just nodded. "Hey, you're gonna keep eating till you drop or what? When's the last time you ate?"
Suddenly, Lei coughed or rather, choked on his food. Quickly, he grabbed Hwoarang's beer and gulped it down in one HUGE gulp. Hwoarang could have sworn he saw his throat expand. Hwoarang shook his head. "Tsk,tsk... unbelievable."
"Need some more refillings?" Marshall Law came in. Usually, they don't see him anywhere but the kitchen.
"Where's Forrest?" Paul asked, noticing his waiter wasn't there.
Marshall's face went red with rage. "That stupid son of mine went to China! He was offered a job to become Bruce Lee, the only difference is he's gonna make himself Bruce LAW! And he blindly accepted it, not even discussing it with me!!!! Can you believe that?!!! And I'm all alone here, stuck to this DAMN Chinese restaurant!!!" he said and started cursing and rambling some stuff in Chinese.
Lei, Paul and Hwoarang sweatdropped. "Hey, hey... this damn restaurant is YOURS."
Somewhere in China, Forrest sneezed. "Are you all right?" the director asked.
"I think my father's cursing me..." Forrest replied with a comically grim face.
Back in Japan, Paul was talking about the Tekken 4 tournament. "Are you coming?" Hwoarang smiled.
"Thought you'd never ask." He said, drinking his cold beer. Lei was on the floor, on his back; his belly was bulging up due to over-eating.
"Oxygen... Oxygen..." he gasped. Hwoarang and Paul decided to let him be. He was a tad too tough to die of suffocation anyway.
"Will a man named Jin Mishima be there? I really want to fight him." Hwoarang said.
Paul put down his glass. "That's actually Jin KAZAMA not Mishima. And tell you what, I heard his dad's participating as well."
Hwoarang knitted his eyebrows. "Who?"
Lei gasped from the floor and struggled to sit on the chair. "Kazuya Kazama."
"Mishima." Paul corrected.
"Whatever. Hey, are you drinking that?" he asked pointing to Hwoarang's beer can. Hwoarang 'generously' gave it to him - resulting in more suffocation on Lei's part. He gulped it and after a while, gasped for air like a zombie.
Hwoarang smirked and sipped some beer (another can?) "I heard Heihachi'll be there too."
Hwoarang spat out his beer and looked into Paul's eyes. "You SERIOUS?!" Paul nodded. "That old COOT?!" Another nod. "How old is he, 100 I think. Isn't it about time he retire?!!!"
Paul placed his index finger and thumb at the bridge of his nose in amusement. "No, the oldest he goes is 80. But, that's one tough old coot. He's still up and kicking. Retiring? Heck, I'm not his servant or doctor! How the hell should I know?!!" Paul reasked Hwoarang who just looked away, pondering about the old man. Some people ought to realise their age before they get hurt. And damn... he was going to have another old man's head as a trophy... the idea made him sigh sympathetically to himself.
Lei suddenly reappeared. "Where have you been?" Hwoarang asked.
He pointed to the kitchen. "Throwing up." He replied. "Too full." He added, motioning to his reduced-in-size-tummy.
"You ate like a pig." Paul barked and laughed. However, Lei wasn't amused. Marshall popped up from the kitchen and shut the door to the restaurant, labeling it 'close'. Finished doing so, he went to sit with the trios and took out a few cans of beer. He sighed.
"I need a life..." he said.
"You already HAVE a life." Lei replied, taking a can and gulped it down.
"Why not join the Tekken 4?" Hwoarang suggested. Marshall looked up at him and smirked.
"Me? How old do you think am I?"
"Ah, come on ol' man. Heihachi's way older than the 2 of our age added together." Paul piped in. "Besides, you could use some break."
"True at a point but, all these years of not fighting left me a bit rusty." He replied.
"Train with me then." Lei offered. "I need a sparring partner myself."
"You don't go running around chased by some enemy of the state anymore, Lei?" Hwoarang asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lei laughed nervously, "Uh... ahem, that should have been a secret, Hwoarang, remember?"
"Since when was it a secret? It has been on the news world-wide and your face usually appears right next to the headline." Hwoarang retorted.
They began some useless bickering while Marshall and Paul talked about all the good times they had when they first joined the Tekken.
The next day...
Hwoarang was asleep, sitting with his arms as pillows on the table. Paul passed out due to over-drinking and was sprawled on the floor with the chair behind him. Marshall was sleeping on the chair, head tilted back and drool falling at the side of his mouth while Lei... fell asleep in the toilet while he was throwing up the night before. Hwoarang was the first to wake up.
"Uh... where am I?" he asked and looked around. "Oh yeah, Marshall's diner." He recalled. Then, he looked at the 2 men's sleeping position and shook his head in amusement. He went to the toilet and saw Lei, sleeping standing against the sink. "...Lei?" he asked.
Lei opened an eye and then another. Then, he stupidly grinned at Hwoarang. Hwoarang backed away a few steps just in case. "Hello. Who are you?" he asked in a British accent. (Think the self-proclaimed famous wizard in Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets :p)
"Um... Hwoarang." He replied.
"Okay." He said absent-mindedly and then said, "Then, uh... who am I?"
"You're..." he started.
"I know! Jackie Chan!!!" Hwoarang sweatdropped.
Later that morning...
"Well, thank you very much for the treat, Marshall." Paul said, jumping onto his bike.
"No problem. Come to eat when you have the time." Marshall said. "And take it easy, Lei." He added, smiling to the police man who was entering his car.
"Thanks again for the free dinner, Marshall." Hwoarang thanked.
Marshall raised an eyebrow. "Who said it's for free?"
"Ek?" All three gaped. Then, a flash. When their visions cleared, they saw Marshall throwing his head back and laughing. He had a camera in his hand.
"That was PRICELESS!!!!" he said, laughing/rolling on the floor.
Suddenly, 3 shadows loomed over him.
5 minutes later, the three vehicles sped off, leaving Marshall on the street's floor, bruised and badly beaten up. "Damn those three..." he said painfully and staggered to his feet. "Yosh..." his expression suddenly turned grim and a Chinese flag (not Japanese?) was suddenly in the background and he was in his dojo, kicking and punching a punching bag.
Meanwhile...
"Hwoarang!!" Paul yelled. Hwoarang turned to the elderly man behind him.
"What?!!" He yelled back. Talking in moving motorbikes was tough.
"See ya' around! I'm headin' this way!! Later!!!" he waved and turned to a junction, followed by a car's honk. Then, they disappeared. Hwoarang continued to speed off in the streets which was getting busy. He looked at his watch and it read 7.30AM.
Suddenly, he skidded to a halt as an oversized furry creature rolled to the road. He stopped the bike just in time before hitting the poor thing. As a result, he was thrown off his bike and landed on a fluffy belly. He looked up and his eyes widen.
He gulped. "Uh... hi. Panda?" he asked. Panda looked at him for a while and then turned this weird looking and started bear/panda-hugging him. "ACK!!!!!!!!!! HEEEELLPPP!!!!" He yelled.
Suddenly, someone came to his rescue. "Panda!! BAD girl!! Put him down RIGHT NOW!!" Instantly, Panda released Hwoarang, leaving him gasping for air. Hwoarang looked up and saw a cute looking girl.
She ran to him. "Hwoarang!! Are you all right?" she asked. It took Hwoarang a while to know who she was.
"Uh..." he knitted his eyebrows.
She tilted her head and placed her hands on her hip and swayed in a 'don't- you-remember-me' gesture. "Ling. Ling XiaoYu, remember?" she asked.
"XiaoYu...? Oh, yeah!" He suddenly snapped his fingers. "THAT XiaoYu." He laughed and then looked at XiaoYu from head to toe and started laughing nervously. "Are you sure you're THE XiaoYu that I know? Not a cousin or something?" he asked, uncertain.
"What? Do I look prettier than before?" She asked, flashing him a brilliant smile, exposing a perfect set of teeth. Hwoarang's heart almost melted. Someone suddenly honked at them for sitting in the middle of the road and they sheepishly ran to the sidewalks.
"God! Missed you!!!" XiaoYu gave Hwoarang a tight hug and Hwoarang blushed slightly. "Where have you been all this while? How come I don't see you in the streets anymore?"
Hwoarang shrugged. "I've been busy lately." He replied. "Hey, do you..." Before he could finish his sentence, XiaoYu looked at her watch.
"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she suddenly screamed, giving Hwoarang a heart attack. "I'M LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See you after school, Hwoarang! Panda!!!!! LET'S GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Panda nodded and in a flash, they disappeared in a cloud of dust. Hwoarang sweatdropped.
Suddenly, someone tapped him on the back. He turned and was greeted by a sudden kiss on the lips. He jerked away and stared at the woman before him. Boy, he just got out of his military base and look at what surprises the world decided to shower him with. "N... Nina..." he stuttered.
Nina raised an eyebrow sexily and walked around him, checking him out. "Hm... you've grown into a fine man, Hwoarang." She said, winking at him before sliding her shades back on.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, getting over the shock.
She shrugged and looked down on her outfit. "Just an early morning jog. You?" she asked.
"Just got out of base." He replied. Nina nodded.
"Army." She stated. "The world's a small place. Paul told me about it." Hwoarang raised his eyebrows.
"He did?"
Suddenly, a man around Hwoarang's age or maybe younger came running to them. "Mom, there you are." Nina sighed while Hwoarang turned puzzled and turned to her.
" 'Mom'?" he asked.
Nina turned to the man. "Look, I told you already and make this the last time I tell you : do NOT call me 'Mom, 'Mum', 'Mother' or 'Ma'. UNDERSTAND?!" she lifted him by the collar and slammed him to the wall as she said it.
"But..." Hwoarang, who was with them, was getting embarrassed because people were staring at them.
"Nina... uh... Nina..." he tried stopping them but to no avail. Finally, he gave up and left them to their own devices. He went to his (poor) bike, put on his goggles and sped off.
Too many surprises in one day were bad for him; and it was only 7.45 in the morning... Hwoarang sighed to himself sympathetically.
To Be Continued...
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He entered the alley and saw a swarm of people surrounding someone or something. He managed to push through the crowd to the front-most but was just in time to see a man flying to the opposite end of the alley. He looked up at the opponent and raised an eyebrow.
'Paul.' He thought happily with recognition. Suddenly, someone from the crowd pushed Hwoarang into the small 'ring' and he staggered on his feet for a while before facing Paul.
"Well, looky who we have here." Paul said with a loop sided grin.
"Nice to see you too, Paul." He said, scratching the back of his head. Then, the 'audience' started chanting, 'FIGHT!, FIGHT!, FIGHT!, FIGHT!' over and over again.
Paul looked around and smiled. "I could use some rematch." He said, clicking his knuckles. "What do ya' say?" he said.
Hwoarang shrugged and smiled. "Works for me." he said and got into a fighting stance. Before he or Paul could even start exchanging blows, a cop car's siren approached and needless to say, everyone scrammed, leaving the 2.
"Guess it'll have ta wait." Paul said, crossing his arms. A police man came.
"Put your hands in the air!" he said. Hwoarang thought he looked familiar but before he could say anything, Paul butted in.
"Argh! It's just Lei." He said, throwing his arms in the air, exasperated.
"I said: Hands in the air!!" The police (Lei) shouted.
A few minutes later, in a restaurant...
"This thing is good!!" Lei exclaimed, stuffing his face full with all the goodies full on the table. Bribing a hungry policeman was surely an easy thing to do. Especially if you know him.
"So, you did good in the army huh?" Paul asked, sipping some cold beer. Hwoarang ordered some Chinese noodle for himself.
"Yeah." He said. "And got suspended for it. Pretty boring life." he added.
Paul just nodded. "Hey, you're gonna keep eating till you drop or what? When's the last time you ate?"
Suddenly, Lei coughed or rather, choked on his food. Quickly, he grabbed Hwoarang's beer and gulped it down in one HUGE gulp. Hwoarang could have sworn he saw his throat expand. Hwoarang shook his head. "Tsk,tsk... unbelievable."
"Need some more refillings?" Marshall Law came in. Usually, they don't see him anywhere but the kitchen.
"Where's Forrest?" Paul asked, noticing his waiter wasn't there.
Marshall's face went red with rage. "That stupid son of mine went to China! He was offered a job to become Bruce Lee, the only difference is he's gonna make himself Bruce LAW! And he blindly accepted it, not even discussing it with me!!!! Can you believe that?!!! And I'm all alone here, stuck to this DAMN Chinese restaurant!!!" he said and started cursing and rambling some stuff in Chinese.
Lei, Paul and Hwoarang sweatdropped. "Hey, hey... this damn restaurant is YOURS."
Somewhere in China, Forrest sneezed. "Are you all right?" the director asked.
"I think my father's cursing me..." Forrest replied with a comically grim face.
Back in Japan, Paul was talking about the Tekken 4 tournament. "Are you coming?" Hwoarang smiled.
"Thought you'd never ask." He said, drinking his cold beer. Lei was on the floor, on his back; his belly was bulging up due to over-eating.
"Oxygen... Oxygen..." he gasped. Hwoarang and Paul decided to let him be. He was a tad too tough to die of suffocation anyway.
"Will a man named Jin Mishima be there? I really want to fight him." Hwoarang said.
Paul put down his glass. "That's actually Jin KAZAMA not Mishima. And tell you what, I heard his dad's participating as well."
Hwoarang knitted his eyebrows. "Who?"
Lei gasped from the floor and struggled to sit on the chair. "Kazuya Kazama."
"Mishima." Paul corrected.
"Whatever. Hey, are you drinking that?" he asked pointing to Hwoarang's beer can. Hwoarang 'generously' gave it to him - resulting in more suffocation on Lei's part. He gulped it and after a while, gasped for air like a zombie.
Hwoarang smirked and sipped some beer (another can?) "I heard Heihachi'll be there too."
Hwoarang spat out his beer and looked into Paul's eyes. "You SERIOUS?!" Paul nodded. "That old COOT?!" Another nod. "How old is he, 100 I think. Isn't it about time he retire?!!!"
Paul placed his index finger and thumb at the bridge of his nose in amusement. "No, the oldest he goes is 80. But, that's one tough old coot. He's still up and kicking. Retiring? Heck, I'm not his servant or doctor! How the hell should I know?!!" Paul reasked Hwoarang who just looked away, pondering about the old man. Some people ought to realise their age before they get hurt. And damn... he was going to have another old man's head as a trophy... the idea made him sigh sympathetically to himself.
Lei suddenly reappeared. "Where have you been?" Hwoarang asked.
He pointed to the kitchen. "Throwing up." He replied. "Too full." He added, motioning to his reduced-in-size-tummy.
"You ate like a pig." Paul barked and laughed. However, Lei wasn't amused. Marshall popped up from the kitchen and shut the door to the restaurant, labeling it 'close'. Finished doing so, he went to sit with the trios and took out a few cans of beer. He sighed.
"I need a life..." he said.
"You already HAVE a life." Lei replied, taking a can and gulped it down.
"Why not join the Tekken 4?" Hwoarang suggested. Marshall looked up at him and smirked.
"Me? How old do you think am I?"
"Ah, come on ol' man. Heihachi's way older than the 2 of our age added together." Paul piped in. "Besides, you could use some break."
"True at a point but, all these years of not fighting left me a bit rusty." He replied.
"Train with me then." Lei offered. "I need a sparring partner myself."
"You don't go running around chased by some enemy of the state anymore, Lei?" Hwoarang asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lei laughed nervously, "Uh... ahem, that should have been a secret, Hwoarang, remember?"
"Since when was it a secret? It has been on the news world-wide and your face usually appears right next to the headline." Hwoarang retorted.
They began some useless bickering while Marshall and Paul talked about all the good times they had when they first joined the Tekken.
The next day...
Hwoarang was asleep, sitting with his arms as pillows on the table. Paul passed out due to over-drinking and was sprawled on the floor with the chair behind him. Marshall was sleeping on the chair, head tilted back and drool falling at the side of his mouth while Lei... fell asleep in the toilet while he was throwing up the night before. Hwoarang was the first to wake up.
"Uh... where am I?" he asked and looked around. "Oh yeah, Marshall's diner." He recalled. Then, he looked at the 2 men's sleeping position and shook his head in amusement. He went to the toilet and saw Lei, sleeping standing against the sink. "...Lei?" he asked.
Lei opened an eye and then another. Then, he stupidly grinned at Hwoarang. Hwoarang backed away a few steps just in case. "Hello. Who are you?" he asked in a British accent. (Think the self-proclaimed famous wizard in Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets :p)
"Um... Hwoarang." He replied.
"Okay." He said absent-mindedly and then said, "Then, uh... who am I?"
"You're..." he started.
"I know! Jackie Chan!!!" Hwoarang sweatdropped.
Later that morning...
"Well, thank you very much for the treat, Marshall." Paul said, jumping onto his bike.
"No problem. Come to eat when you have the time." Marshall said. "And take it easy, Lei." He added, smiling to the police man who was entering his car.
"Thanks again for the free dinner, Marshall." Hwoarang thanked.
Marshall raised an eyebrow. "Who said it's for free?"
"Ek?" All three gaped. Then, a flash. When their visions cleared, they saw Marshall throwing his head back and laughing. He had a camera in his hand.
"That was PRICELESS!!!!" he said, laughing/rolling on the floor.
Suddenly, 3 shadows loomed over him.
5 minutes later, the three vehicles sped off, leaving Marshall on the street's floor, bruised and badly beaten up. "Damn those three..." he said painfully and staggered to his feet. "Yosh..." his expression suddenly turned grim and a Chinese flag (not Japanese?) was suddenly in the background and he was in his dojo, kicking and punching a punching bag.
Meanwhile...
"Hwoarang!!" Paul yelled. Hwoarang turned to the elderly man behind him.
"What?!!" He yelled back. Talking in moving motorbikes was tough.
"See ya' around! I'm headin' this way!! Later!!!" he waved and turned to a junction, followed by a car's honk. Then, they disappeared. Hwoarang continued to speed off in the streets which was getting busy. He looked at his watch and it read 7.30AM.
Suddenly, he skidded to a halt as an oversized furry creature rolled to the road. He stopped the bike just in time before hitting the poor thing. As a result, he was thrown off his bike and landed on a fluffy belly. He looked up and his eyes widen.
He gulped. "Uh... hi. Panda?" he asked. Panda looked at him for a while and then turned this weird looking and started bear/panda-hugging him. "ACK!!!!!!!!!! HEEEELLPPP!!!!" He yelled.
Suddenly, someone came to his rescue. "Panda!! BAD girl!! Put him down RIGHT NOW!!" Instantly, Panda released Hwoarang, leaving him gasping for air. Hwoarang looked up and saw a cute looking girl.
She ran to him. "Hwoarang!! Are you all right?" she asked. It took Hwoarang a while to know who she was.
"Uh..." he knitted his eyebrows.
She tilted her head and placed her hands on her hip and swayed in a 'don't- you-remember-me' gesture. "Ling. Ling XiaoYu, remember?" she asked.
"XiaoYu...? Oh, yeah!" He suddenly snapped his fingers. "THAT XiaoYu." He laughed and then looked at XiaoYu from head to toe and started laughing nervously. "Are you sure you're THE XiaoYu that I know? Not a cousin or something?" he asked, uncertain.
"What? Do I look prettier than before?" She asked, flashing him a brilliant smile, exposing a perfect set of teeth. Hwoarang's heart almost melted. Someone suddenly honked at them for sitting in the middle of the road and they sheepishly ran to the sidewalks.
"God! Missed you!!!" XiaoYu gave Hwoarang a tight hug and Hwoarang blushed slightly. "Where have you been all this while? How come I don't see you in the streets anymore?"
Hwoarang shrugged. "I've been busy lately." He replied. "Hey, do you..." Before he could finish his sentence, XiaoYu looked at her watch.
"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she suddenly screamed, giving Hwoarang a heart attack. "I'M LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See you after school, Hwoarang! Panda!!!!! LET'S GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Panda nodded and in a flash, they disappeared in a cloud of dust. Hwoarang sweatdropped.
Suddenly, someone tapped him on the back. He turned and was greeted by a sudden kiss on the lips. He jerked away and stared at the woman before him. Boy, he just got out of his military base and look at what surprises the world decided to shower him with. "N... Nina..." he stuttered.
Nina raised an eyebrow sexily and walked around him, checking him out. "Hm... you've grown into a fine man, Hwoarang." She said, winking at him before sliding her shades back on.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, getting over the shock.
She shrugged and looked down on her outfit. "Just an early morning jog. You?" she asked.
"Just got out of base." He replied. Nina nodded.
"Army." She stated. "The world's a small place. Paul told me about it." Hwoarang raised his eyebrows.
"He did?"
Suddenly, a man around Hwoarang's age or maybe younger came running to them. "Mom, there you are." Nina sighed while Hwoarang turned puzzled and turned to her.
" 'Mom'?" he asked.
Nina turned to the man. "Look, I told you already and make this the last time I tell you : do NOT call me 'Mom, 'Mum', 'Mother' or 'Ma'. UNDERSTAND?!" she lifted him by the collar and slammed him to the wall as she said it.
"But..." Hwoarang, who was with them, was getting embarrassed because people were staring at them.
"Nina... uh... Nina..." he tried stopping them but to no avail. Finally, he gave up and left them to their own devices. He went to his (poor) bike, put on his goggles and sped off.
Too many surprises in one day were bad for him; and it was only 7.45 in the morning... Hwoarang sighed to himself sympathetically.
To Be Continued...