Chapter four: Making fun of the bastard
Hwoarang took of his dirty shirt and sat on an old truck tire next to the broken down car he was trying to fix for hours. He sighted and looked around the shop. His friend Herb was taking in a new customer. The read convertible seemed new and very interesting. The Korean got up and went to the car. It was recently waxed and the leather interior was almost shinning in the hot sun. Herb was laughing his head of at the over end of the car. Hwoarang got curios:
-What's so funny Herb?
-Did you see the license plate on this one? It cracks me up, dude.
Hwoarang went to his friend. The license plate had some feathers over it and the number: "I love spirits". He knew only one person this whacked up in Tokyo: Julia Chang. "So, the bastard bought her a car. Well that's so sweet. I should 'take care' of this one." He smiled:
-Yo Herb!
-What's up bro?
-I'll take over this one, you finish mine. Ok, dude?
-Sure. I don't wanna mess with that psycho.
Hwoarang got to work. He started by unplugging the cars air conditioner and then adjusting the window washer. He slide under the car drew a little hole in her gas tank. He didn't want to do this to the car, but that psycho beech was asking for it. When he had met her at the apartment, she had yield at him, coaled him a pig and even slapped him. He didn't have the chance to get back at her then, but know it was pay back time for Miss Chang.
He fixed the cars' real problems and then took a seat in the cars' front. He saw Julia turn at the corner and coming in the shop, going straight to her car. She was wearing a very short pink dress with flowers on it.
"Man! That Kazama really likes pink dresses with flowers. Sick fuck." He sat his hands under his head. Julia opened the car door and was stunned when seeing the Korean in the seat:
-What are you doing here?
-Nothing special, just looking at the flavor condoms in your key board. He threw the condoms at her feat. She was blushing really hard. She bent over and took the condoms in her hands throwing them in the over seat:
-Get out of my car. She said calmly. Or I call the police.
-Calm down, four eyes. Your feathers might pop out.
-Fuck you! Now get your fucking ass out of my fucking car!
-Oh! No need to curse. The spirits might hear you. He gestured moving his fingers back and forth and making a cookie scared face.
-Don't you mess with me you Korean fuck! She spatters at him with an irritated voice.
-Tasty, tasty! Be careful, the spirits might fry you like a turkey. Gobble! Gobble! He laughed.
-He got out of the car and held the door for Julia:
-You're chariot awaits, Turkey!
Julia sat in the car, closed the door and then drove out of the shop. She turned on the conditioner, but hot air was coming threw the vents. She whipped the sweat of her forehead and tried to pay attention to the road. The windshield was dirty. She turned on the window cleaner, but instead of spraying the car with cleaning lotion, it sprayed Julia. She was all wet and smelled of alcohol. She started crying. She rushed to get home, but at half way home the car stopped, it was out of gas. She tried to pull over a cab. After trying for a half an hour to get a ride, Julia walked the next four km home.
-What's up, Jules? Jin asked when he heard his apartment door open. There was no answer. Jules, are you there? He heard sobbing.
He went into the living room and saw a dirty sweaty Julia that smelled like a drunk. He went to her:
-Jules, what happened? You smell like a drunk! He held his nose.
-That, that Korean did this to me. She cried hugging her fiancé.
Jin left Julia and went to find the Korean. He was infuriated. He knew he was Ling's room mate so he rushed to her place.
Hwoarang opened the apartment door and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Ling wasn't home yet so he took advantage of the place. After his cold shower he dried off, got dressed and flopped on the couch. He turned on the T.V. Two minutes later Ling came in. She took her shoes off and sat down next to her room mate. She took the remote from his hand:
-What's on?
-Nothing interesting. How's your admirer? He grinned.
-He cooled down. How's your day been?
-Well, I met...The doorbell rang. Xiao got up to answer it.
-Coming, Coming! She said with an annoyed voice.
She went to the door and turned the knob. The door slammed to the wall and Xiao backed up a little scared. She saw Jin come in looking like someone just killed his mother (again). Xiao calmed down and sat her hands on her hips and posted herself in front of Jin. Jin didn't take notice of her and pushed her aside:
-Hwoarang, you mother fucker! Come out, you shit face! He screamed.
-Excuse me, Kazama! Xiao punched Jin with her left hand sending him into the buildings' hallway, Jin falling on his but. But this is my apartment, and don't you ever come here if you're acting like a possessed lunatic! Got me? And she closed the door in front of him.
Howoarang was in the hallway, leaning against the wall, with his arm crossed:
-Nice left hook you got there, Xiao.
-Thanks. What was all that about?
-Oh, me and four eyes turkey had a little argue. He smiled straightening up. I guess Kazama had it coming.
-The hell he did! That bastard has no right coming in my apartment like that!
-Hey, how about a drink? My treat. Beating up the bastard is always a reason to celebrate.
-Sure. Just let me get my coat. She laughed.
They left the apartment and walked the street looking for a café or something. They laughed and chatted like old friends. Xiao was having a grate time with her room mate, and for once he wasn't acting like an idiot. They walked down the streets, passing every bar in they're way. They just felt like walking and talking. Without realizing they found their selves in front of Jin and Julia.
Hwoarang scanned his rival then he looked at Julia. That dress she was wearing looked very familiar. He looked at Xiao she was wearing the same pink dress (tekken 4 costume) as Julia. He looked at Julia again then at Jin:
-Kazama, I'm convinced now. You really are a sick fuck. Making turkey over there look like Xiao.
-Hey, I don't say anything about your girlfriend, so you leave mine alone! Jin snapped.
-I'm not his girlfriend, Kazama, and for your knowledge I have a name.
Jin looked at Xiao she looked really good. The dress fit her better then Julia and her hair wasn't tied in her usual pig tails. He gazed at her for a second. Julia noticed him looking at Xiao and she stuck her elbow in his ribs. He looked back at his girlfriend with puppy eyes. Hwoarang was trying to hold back his laughter:
-Man, Kazama, did she house train you too? Xiao laughed.
-Shut up, ass hole! Said an angry Julia.
-Turkey is getting a little sad. Hwoarang made a sad wimpy face. Feel like talking to the spirits, ha?
-Well I never...
-What, never manage to get out that stick up you're spirited ass? Said Xiao with a childish smile on her face.
All three of them looked at Ling for a minute then Julia turned grabbing Jin's hand and pulling him away:
-Come on, honey! No need to talk to these rude people.
-Yah, Kazama, play dead, roll over, that's a good puppy!
Xiao felt really good after insulting Julia. She and Hwoarang walked back home like nothing happened. At home Xiao sat down at the kitchen table and Hwoarang got some coffee for both of them. She gave Xiao her cup and she took a sip from the warm black liquid. Howarang sat in front of her watching her sweet face. Xiao turned to him:
-Hey, thanks for making fun of Julia. You're a real joker.
-Do I get a reword? He leaned over the table.
-Feeling like Kazama over there? She leaned towards him.
Their faces were inches from one another. He looked in to her chocolate eyes and leaned in to kiss her. Their lips connected for a second but Xiao got up and took her cup to the sink. She turned to her roommate:
-We've better go. See you tomorrow.
-Yah, see ya!
Xiao went to her room and got into bed. "Again? This is the second time in two days. I don't get it. I wish he would be here. What? I'm thinking of the bastard? How can I? Or am I thinking of Hwoarang? This is so mixed up! I hate this thing!" she thought.
In an over part of the apartment, Hwoarang was on the balcony, watching the light up Tokyo wondering about its busy night life. The moon was high on the sky guarding over the dark buildings. The night was cool and fresh. He took a breath of fresh air and sighted. "I'm fed up of waiting for her. Can't she get it that I like her? I guess she isn't over Kazama. I should have some fun, I'm tired of waiting. But, still I don't know how I'm gonna cope being around her all the time."
He took another breath of fresh air and went to his room.
"I walk slowly on the edge. I'm walking like a drunk and the only thought rushing over and over in my mind is that I'm going to fell and dye. It's a weird place I nether been here before. So calm and scary, so different...Next thing I slip and fell on my knees. Pain, I feel pain in my legs, in my knees, it's like I'm standing on cold knifes. I see the edge. I'm going to fall, I'm going to dye, and I'm no more. But I don't feel the impact with the cold surface. Someone is holding me from my shoulders. I think of Jin, my hart calms down and I fell on my back against what I thought was Jin's chest, his arms folding over my body protectively. I feel so relieved, I look up, but Jin wasn't there it was someone else. I take a better look. It's Hwoarang, but I don't feel worried or scared. I lean my head against his bare chest and I close my eyes. He takes my hand into his and he holds me gently leaning his cheek against my head. So secure, so peaceful, so tranquil"
Hwoarang's lying in his bed. His head over his arms listening to the night sounds. He's staring at the ceiling when he hears his roommate talking and opening the window. He gets up and goes to her room. The door is half opened. He looks through and sees Xiao standing on the edge of her bedroom window, falling on her knees ready to fall out the five stories high building. Hwoarang opens the door:
-Xiao. What the fuck are you doing? There was no answer
She was about to fall when he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back in. He sat with her on the flour next to her bed, the Chinese girl leaning against his bare chest. She was dressed in only a pair of panties and a short baggy t-shirt with no sleeves. She looked up with a sleepy gaze. Smiled and leaned her head against his chest, muttering his name with a sweet sleepy voice. He took her hand and leaned his cheek on her silky black hair. She smelled like lilac. He held her about an hour then tried to get up and go to his room. But Xiao was holding his body tightly, pulling him back and mumbling his name when he tried to get up. He sat his head on the pillow against the wall and took the Chinese girl between his legs felling asleep, holding her soft little body in his arms.