Rating: Ages 17 and up
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Tekken.
The winds have blown the Springs feather off of Hwoarang face. The figure, who seems to be in great shape of his body was wearing a white vest that showed his muscular complexions, and white baggy street pants that was sagged. His hair was highlighted with a reddish color, and his eyes matched his skin. He was also wearing a white bandana over his head.
Hwoarang was practicing his Tae Kwon Do martial arts in a park that was very delight and beautiful. This is a park off the coast of Korea, where Hwoarang father had worked to raised the family, but died in a car accident. His mother had worked in people's houses as a maid, and only earned enough money to lay food on the table for the family. Hwoarang was devastated after coming home and hearing the horrible news of his family.
After he had found out what happened, he had devoted his life to do whatever he wants, without the guidance of his family or anyone. Hwoarang is a street gang leader, small time but is feared by many. Everyday the young man would roam the city streets or Korea, gambling, street fights, and partying.
Hwoarang was done for the day and walked back out of the park to his motorcycle. He got out the keys, popped it up, got on and started riding. Hwoarang drove to a road and made a sharp right turn to enter main streets. There was a little café next to a bench, Hwoarang parked his motorcycle there.
The man entered the café and got onto a stool next to the bartender. Everyone was looking at him, they all seemed so scared, Hwoarang knew, he had knew why. Hwoarang took off his white bandana and out it into his side pants pocked with a little chain as a zipper. Then the figure used his hand to waved off some of the fine hair that was covering his left eye. Then suddenly a man stepped out of the dusky blue and approached Hwoarang.
The man seemed to be American, and very old at that. He had a very over-grown beard that almost covered his face. The man was holding a pocket knife in his hands and seemed ready to slash somebody. Nobody else seem to notice the knife on the strange man hand, but only the appearance of Hwoarang. But Hwoarang was the only one in the room to notice it, because he is a street punk himself. He then prepared to strike, the other guy began to dodge the hit as it was coming. Hwoarang quickly moved out of the way and evade the swift move. Everybody in the room was in shocked.
"Good as always I see" said the man putting away the knife
"Well, Paul Phoenix" said Hwoarang
"What are you doing here" asked Paul
"Here to see the grave" said Hwoarang with his voice fading away in the atmosphere
"Things haven't change for you I see" said Paul trying to cheer the other guy up with his talk
"Why are you here" questioned Hwoarang
"You will know later" answered Paul
"Hey listen man, I'll catch you later" said Hwoarang putting his bandana back on while walking out of the café and onwards to his motorcycle
Hwoarang hear the voice of Paul behind, and he left it there too. He didn't want to hear anymore, except to go to the grave. That was his purpose here in Korea, and that was what he was going to do, and nothing more in Korea.
Hwoarang fired up the roaring engine, then started driving it to the intersection up ahead, there Hwoarang had seen the place. The place where he had last seen Jin Kazama. The place where he went hand to hand combat with Jin, the place where he had encountered the draw, the first draw of his life. Hwoarang drove the vehicle over there and got off.
Hwoarang stood there, right at the spot where he had stood facing the embarrassing draw. There was a immense blazing going through inside of Hwoarang that time, the fire within grew hotter and hotter, like he was in a oven. The only was to relieve the pain was to defeat Jin Kazama to show the last fight they had was all just a fluke, and the he was the real champion.
There could of have been a little tear coming down his eyes, but he did not let it go, he hold it in so the tear would stay in, the fire would stay there. But then there was the reason, the reason meant that he cannot ever enter the King of Iron Fist Tournament until he served his years in the army. As an army cadet. Hwoarang was pissed after the had received the letter that came in the mail that day, the day that he was struck with homesick.
"That's why I must see my master, Baek" said Hwoarang to himself
Hwoarang took a long silence of just standing there thinking what he must do. Then a while later, he got back on the motorcycle and drove to his destination. The cemetery.
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Hwoarang hasn't entered this graveyard since the day after his teacher died, Baek was like a father-figure to Hwoarang, not only that, but Baek has been raising Hwoarang ever since his father and mother had passed away. Hwoarang owed mostly everything to the old man, but nevertheless, he had to get revenge for his master death. Hwoarang walked up to Baek's grave and kneeled down before it, giving his respect.
"What should I do master" pleaded Hwoarang
The young martial artist took out a letter from his pocket and lay it down in front of his master, Baek grave. The letter was written in information style that states Hwoarang goes to the army in a special group for certain reasons that will be explained later on.
"I need guidance, please give me a sign" said Hwoarang to his master grave
Hwoarang was obviously pleading for help from his master, he needed a sign or anything to set his path in destiny right. Hwoarang was forced into joining the army, and the fourth tournament is coming right up, what should he do he had thought kneeling before the grave.
Then above his master Baek's grave, there had been a radiant light that had sparked, it was his master Baek. He was covered all in his shinny light abyss. His master was giving him a lecture.
"You must move on" said the radiant light
"Master" said Hwoarang in a low voice
"You have grown, grown very strong, this is your life" said the radiant light giving the martial artist
"My life" asked Hwoarang picking back up the letter from the army
"Do what you want, this is your destiny however you may see it or use it, you must choose your path" said the radiant light showing his teachings to his fellow pupil
"Master" said Hwoarang
"The spirits are calling me, live your life, I have lost the game" said Baek
The master spirits suddenly disappear in thin air, leaving Hwoarang alone once again. Hwoarang hearing his master, did what he had to do. He fled the grave and went back to his motorcycle and headed for his apartment.
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The next day……………………………..
Hwoarang woke up with a happy expressions on his face, like it was all made up. Usually when he wakes up, the alarm clock would always rang before he got up, but this time he had beaten it, for the first time since ever. Hwoarang got off his bed with a cheerful smile, then folding his blankets and placing them under his pillow. His room was all black. If anyone would enter this room in a fight, Hwoarang will always have the upper advantages.
Hwoarang went inside his bathroom from his master bedroom. After he was done with all of his business, he headed outside the door with his usual outfit. While on his way outside to the apartment building complex his cell phone started to ring. The ring of the cell phone was very peaceful, as an angel came home.
"Hello" answered Hwoarang picking up the cell phone
Authors note: Please review!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Tekken.
The winds have blown the Springs feather off of Hwoarang face. The figure, who seems to be in great shape of his body was wearing a white vest that showed his muscular complexions, and white baggy street pants that was sagged. His hair was highlighted with a reddish color, and his eyes matched his skin. He was also wearing a white bandana over his head.
Hwoarang was practicing his Tae Kwon Do martial arts in a park that was very delight and beautiful. This is a park off the coast of Korea, where Hwoarang father had worked to raised the family, but died in a car accident. His mother had worked in people's houses as a maid, and only earned enough money to lay food on the table for the family. Hwoarang was devastated after coming home and hearing the horrible news of his family.
After he had found out what happened, he had devoted his life to do whatever he wants, without the guidance of his family or anyone. Hwoarang is a street gang leader, small time but is feared by many. Everyday the young man would roam the city streets or Korea, gambling, street fights, and partying.
Hwoarang was done for the day and walked back out of the park to his motorcycle. He got out the keys, popped it up, got on and started riding. Hwoarang drove to a road and made a sharp right turn to enter main streets. There was a little café next to a bench, Hwoarang parked his motorcycle there.
The man entered the café and got onto a stool next to the bartender. Everyone was looking at him, they all seemed so scared, Hwoarang knew, he had knew why. Hwoarang took off his white bandana and out it into his side pants pocked with a little chain as a zipper. Then the figure used his hand to waved off some of the fine hair that was covering his left eye. Then suddenly a man stepped out of the dusky blue and approached Hwoarang.
The man seemed to be American, and very old at that. He had a very over-grown beard that almost covered his face. The man was holding a pocket knife in his hands and seemed ready to slash somebody. Nobody else seem to notice the knife on the strange man hand, but only the appearance of Hwoarang. But Hwoarang was the only one in the room to notice it, because he is a street punk himself. He then prepared to strike, the other guy began to dodge the hit as it was coming. Hwoarang quickly moved out of the way and evade the swift move. Everybody in the room was in shocked.
"Good as always I see" said the man putting away the knife
"Well, Paul Phoenix" said Hwoarang
"What are you doing here" asked Paul
"Here to see the grave" said Hwoarang with his voice fading away in the atmosphere
"Things haven't change for you I see" said Paul trying to cheer the other guy up with his talk
"Why are you here" questioned Hwoarang
"You will know later" answered Paul
"Hey listen man, I'll catch you later" said Hwoarang putting his bandana back on while walking out of the café and onwards to his motorcycle
Hwoarang hear the voice of Paul behind, and he left it there too. He didn't want to hear anymore, except to go to the grave. That was his purpose here in Korea, and that was what he was going to do, and nothing more in Korea.
Hwoarang fired up the roaring engine, then started driving it to the intersection up ahead, there Hwoarang had seen the place. The place where he had last seen Jin Kazama. The place where he went hand to hand combat with Jin, the place where he had encountered the draw, the first draw of his life. Hwoarang drove the vehicle over there and got off.
Hwoarang stood there, right at the spot where he had stood facing the embarrassing draw. There was a immense blazing going through inside of Hwoarang that time, the fire within grew hotter and hotter, like he was in a oven. The only was to relieve the pain was to defeat Jin Kazama to show the last fight they had was all just a fluke, and the he was the real champion.
There could of have been a little tear coming down his eyes, but he did not let it go, he hold it in so the tear would stay in, the fire would stay there. But then there was the reason, the reason meant that he cannot ever enter the King of Iron Fist Tournament until he served his years in the army. As an army cadet. Hwoarang was pissed after the had received the letter that came in the mail that day, the day that he was struck with homesick.
"That's why I must see my master, Baek" said Hwoarang to himself
Hwoarang took a long silence of just standing there thinking what he must do. Then a while later, he got back on the motorcycle and drove to his destination. The cemetery.
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Hwoarang hasn't entered this graveyard since the day after his teacher died, Baek was like a father-figure to Hwoarang, not only that, but Baek has been raising Hwoarang ever since his father and mother had passed away. Hwoarang owed mostly everything to the old man, but nevertheless, he had to get revenge for his master death. Hwoarang walked up to Baek's grave and kneeled down before it, giving his respect.
"What should I do master" pleaded Hwoarang
The young martial artist took out a letter from his pocket and lay it down in front of his master, Baek grave. The letter was written in information style that states Hwoarang goes to the army in a special group for certain reasons that will be explained later on.
"I need guidance, please give me a sign" said Hwoarang to his master grave
Hwoarang was obviously pleading for help from his master, he needed a sign or anything to set his path in destiny right. Hwoarang was forced into joining the army, and the fourth tournament is coming right up, what should he do he had thought kneeling before the grave.
Then above his master Baek's grave, there had been a radiant light that had sparked, it was his master Baek. He was covered all in his shinny light abyss. His master was giving him a lecture.
"You must move on" said the radiant light
"Master" said Hwoarang in a low voice
"You have grown, grown very strong, this is your life" said the radiant light giving the martial artist
"My life" asked Hwoarang picking back up the letter from the army
"Do what you want, this is your destiny however you may see it or use it, you must choose your path" said the radiant light showing his teachings to his fellow pupil
"Master" said Hwoarang
"The spirits are calling me, live your life, I have lost the game" said Baek
The master spirits suddenly disappear in thin air, leaving Hwoarang alone once again. Hwoarang hearing his master, did what he had to do. He fled the grave and went back to his motorcycle and headed for his apartment.
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The next day……………………………..
Hwoarang woke up with a happy expressions on his face, like it was all made up. Usually when he wakes up, the alarm clock would always rang before he got up, but this time he had beaten it, for the first time since ever. Hwoarang got off his bed with a cheerful smile, then folding his blankets and placing them under his pillow. His room was all black. If anyone would enter this room in a fight, Hwoarang will always have the upper advantages.
Hwoarang went inside his bathroom from his master bedroom. After he was done with all of his business, he headed outside the door with his usual outfit. While on his way outside to the apartment building complex his cell phone started to ring. The ring of the cell phone was very peaceful, as an angel came home.
"Hello" answered Hwoarang picking up the cell phone
Authors note: Please review!!!