Finally got around to it.. And heey good news! I've bought a new keyboard ^_^ Did you see my mistake in chap. 13? I couldn't even do the tag right to put the text in the center . And I create websites? *sigh*
Well Nothing has changed.. Everybody fights, I don't own Tekken.. It's mess.. Well well.. Have a fun reading...
Chapter 14 Proof of Sora
"So tell me, how are you going to prove to me that you're Master Baek's daughter?"
"You tell me… It's you who needs to be convinced." She crossed her arms after checking her 'wound'. She wasn't so happy anymore. Her ice eyes could speak for themselves. She didn't like to prove herself.
"Hmm" He wore a contemplative face as he seemed to gaze at her.
This itself was a test. Patience, did she have any? If she was trained within Tae kwon do by Master Baek she should have plenty. And it seemed as if she endured. Finally he talked again.
"Well… Tell me something about him that only you would know…"
She arched and eyebrow. What good would it bring him if only she knew it anyway…?
"Alright, let me tell you how he met my mother… Years ago Baek traveled to England to attend to a competition. My mother was one of them who took care of the fighters that entered. In the end of the competition the two of them had become rather… close friends." She paused and inhaled calmly. "Well about nine to ten months after father had come home to Korea again a woman visited him. No one less then my mother. She had become a true lady. And the child she had born brought her disgrace. And she left him with the simple decision." At this point she made sure that she had Hwoarang's attention, cause she was -not- going to say this twice. She hated this story… She hated everything that had to do with her mother. "Take care of the kid or let her die…. Guess what he chose."
A profound silence lay between them. Hwoarang tried to verify her story with a story Baek had told him long ago. It seemed to be the same. But he still wasn't satisfied. He looked at her face. Really, could a child look so unlike one of her parents? He had never seen her mother, but there wasn't even a hint of a Korean feature in her face. Perhaps the form of her eyes had a very slight hint that made them look narrower. But the rest of her just screamed "I'm from the west". Also her English was perfect, but there was one thing that definitely wasn't from the west. The way she moved.
If she were Master Baek's daughter she would probably receive training as soon as she could. And her fighting style was definitely Tae Kwon Do. Even if she had refined if with some other styles, and probably made up some moves of her own. Witch he found also as a proof to her advantage. Baeks daughter wouldn't be a blockhead.
So he had seen her fight, heard her story and judged her looks. One last thing left before he could actually believe her. But in his heart I think he already knew she was telling the truth.
"Where did Master Baek have his birthday mark?"
"Three centimeters above his caudal vertebra and then 2.7 centimeters to the left." Her answer was quick, almost as fast as Hwoarang finished the question.
He raised his eyebrow.
"You've been asked that before, haven't you?"
She slowly shook her head.
"No… I just have it in the same place."
And suddenly he became interested in her ass. She tilted her head. Typical for men wasn't it… Her hair fell from its place on the right side of her face and slightly tickled her hands that lay in her lap. She grabbed a few strands with the tips of her fingers and started to spin it in boredom. Her eyes lay strictly on the ribbon that he held between his fingers. She wanted it back. It had belonged to her father and was rightfully hers. She didn't stop twining her hair but she stopped paying attention to reality. Once more she floated into a different state of mind. It had begun to happen every now and then since she learned about Baek's death.
When she had got home all that was left for her was that particular ribbon. To see it in the hands of a stranger without being able to take it back was quite frustrating. But calm she was. Oh yes, not a single wrinkle of fear, hate, desire, anxiety, sadness or hurting memories was seen in her face. It was all plain. Lovely in a way. Scaring in another.
"What do you remember from training?" A sudden question and Sora arched an eyebrow.
What did he ever mean with that? Hadn't he seen her fight already?
"And not what you learned… but who you trained with." If Hwoarang remembered right she was the kid in the corner everyone was messing with. And no one knew where she had come from. Only that she was one of the precious few that Master Baek trained personally.
"Well…" She felt somewhat uneasy to answer that question, because she had to answer truly if he would believe her. And that was kind of humiliating. "I didn't exactly talk so much with them. After training the always messed around with me. Saying this was no sport for a girl. Everyone always did this… Well except one." She surprised herself. "I had totally forgotten that. That there was one that left me alone…" She turned her face toward the floor using the light parakeet floor as background as she painted up him before her. "He was always wearing the dojo's uniform… And always the sharpest at the insider competitions. Fast, no not fast" She remembered "but ductile and swift." And a light, light almost invisible smile lay upon her lips. She actually was able to keep the pleasant memories to. "He had red hair… soft I think, it reached to his-" She looked up at Hwoarang and realized that he was smiling. Why? She knitted her eyebrows. Why'd he smile? But soon her mouth hung open in the air. She raised her finger slowly and barely pointed at him. "It was you… weren't it?"
His smile was soft, tender in a way. Both proud and a little embarrassed since he had noticed that smile of hers. He was an expert on that wasn't he? Detecting smiles. Such petite things like a smile usually didn't embarrass him, but this wasn't any girl now was it? No not to him at least. She was the daughter of his Master.
"Yeah, that was me." He confirmed.
She lost her ability to speak… Cold chills ran down her back but she didn't shiver. She forced herself not to. Suddenly she had a good memory from the days she lived together with her father. And the memory was alive. She could talk to him. Share other memories with him. Maybe even create new.
She wasn't alone anymore.
He watched her eyes soften towards him. He wasn't an enemy anymore. He could feel that. And now he had no doubts left. She was Sora -the- unknown daughter of Baek.
"Talon!" A young man shouted as he stormed in to the room breathing extremely heavy.
Hwoarang reacted direct. He flung up from the sofa and stood before him within seconds. He forced him to stand straight by pulling him up by his shoulders. It's easier to slow down your breathing with your lungs straightened.
"Take it easy now… And tell me what's wrong." His eyes kept contact with the other man and he waited patiently at his answer.
"It's… the… there was an accident…" He managed to say between his breaths.
"What accident?" Hwoarang's voice hardened. Were his men hurt? Or was Ryuu out doing stunts with her life as deposit again…
"It's Jack…"
"Jack?" He frowned; he never usually heard a word about Jack. But that's true, Ryuu was always taking care of him. And now Ryuu was… prevented. "What happened to Jack?"
"It was Z and T… we think…" His breath was quite normal now. "He was stopped by the third crossing, it doesn't look good…"
He let go of his shoulders and took his eyes off of him. Crossing his arms and moved his head over towards the window. It was already getting dark. Z and T were just short for two guys. Two guys from another gang. Quick he turned his face towards the man again.
"Does Crim know this?" His eyes sharpened.
He nodded slowly.
"She's probably on her way already."
"Damn" He hissed between his teeth. He glanced over at Sora, looking at her arm. No doubt, he had to get there first. "Here" he said tossing the key to the handcuffs towards Sora who caught it. She unlocked the cuffs and when she stood up the Korean came out from another room and threw a leather jacket to her. "Get it on… We have a race to win." He disappeared put the door and Sora followed him.
* * *
The scene was getting darker when a car stop with shrieking tires up at the road. The door on the passenger side opened and out stepped someone who melted into the night very well. Her eyes narrowed seeing the small crowd by the bridge.
Her bridge.
She started to walk down towards the little crown and the cool breeze of the wind caught her hair, causing it to blow into her face. She did nothing to keep it away. Her steel gray eyes caught the moonlight and welcomed it. She glanced upon it. The full moon had showed itself for about five days ago.
Jin stepped out the car. He leaned at it crossing his arms above the roof of it. He didn't walk down there. He didn't know the people there. And supposed he didn't want to either. He sighed softly as he watched her. Ryuu… damn woman… once again she'd controlled him exactly as she wanted. How the hell did she do that? A finger leaped across his lips thinking back to what she had done. Well THAT couldn't have been acting… could it? She had a passionate way to live her life; everything about her was passionate. That kiss of hers was no exception. He wanted her… oh did he ever.
"Where is he?" She demanded as she reached the first soul to talk to.
He nodded in a direction and he walked of that direction. Not a word did he say. He led her to the foot of the bridge. There he lay barely conscious. His chest was slowly rising, falling, rising, and falling. He was alive and breathed. Ryuu was somewhat relieved when she kneeled by his side. She started to stroke his forehead gently brushing his hair from his face. He opened his eyes.
"Ryuu" His breath was heavy along with his voice.
It was stupid to make him talk.
"Shut up now Jack." She smiled. "You need the air to yourself." She noticed that some of his body parts were covered in blood. The one that caused this was going to be seriously wounded.
This was odd. Jin reacted. To see her handle someone with such care. From his view he really didn't see much, but he noticed the gentle caress she gave the young boy. What did he mean to her? He wondered. Guess he'll just have to wait for that answer huh.
When she rose she pulled one of the men to the side piercing his eyes.
"Who did this?" She demanded in sharp voice.
The man seemed to avoid her eyes, but he didn't get the chance to avoid when she cupped his face roughly. She started into his eyes. And when she wanted to she could make it feel like she was about to enter your brain to get the answer by yourself.
"You know who it was."
And her eyes flared. Her right hand clenched. The pendant, which again was at its place, seemed to shine brighter. In fact it did. It was because she wished for something. Something she had experienced before… coming to her world (Ryuu has been featured in other fics right now she's thinking of playing with one of the mechas from Escaflowne ™ :D) She turned around to walk off in another direction. She knew where she was headed; someone was going to get his ass kicked… maybe even killed. But when she turned she met the face that would stop her.
"Going somewhere?" Hwoarang's voice sounded so calm, still so irritating. She hated it at these times.
A/N: Well well.. This is getting messy .
What do ya think about it?
I'm starting to loove to write this anyway ^_^
Well Nothing has changed.. Everybody fights, I don't own Tekken.. It's mess.. Well well.. Have a fun reading...
Chapter 14 Proof of Sora
"So tell me, how are you going to prove to me that you're Master Baek's daughter?"
"You tell me… It's you who needs to be convinced." She crossed her arms after checking her 'wound'. She wasn't so happy anymore. Her ice eyes could speak for themselves. She didn't like to prove herself.
"Hmm" He wore a contemplative face as he seemed to gaze at her.
This itself was a test. Patience, did she have any? If she was trained within Tae kwon do by Master Baek she should have plenty. And it seemed as if she endured. Finally he talked again.
"Well… Tell me something about him that only you would know…"
She arched and eyebrow. What good would it bring him if only she knew it anyway…?
"Alright, let me tell you how he met my mother… Years ago Baek traveled to England to attend to a competition. My mother was one of them who took care of the fighters that entered. In the end of the competition the two of them had become rather… close friends." She paused and inhaled calmly. "Well about nine to ten months after father had come home to Korea again a woman visited him. No one less then my mother. She had become a true lady. And the child she had born brought her disgrace. And she left him with the simple decision." At this point she made sure that she had Hwoarang's attention, cause she was -not- going to say this twice. She hated this story… She hated everything that had to do with her mother. "Take care of the kid or let her die…. Guess what he chose."
A profound silence lay between them. Hwoarang tried to verify her story with a story Baek had told him long ago. It seemed to be the same. But he still wasn't satisfied. He looked at her face. Really, could a child look so unlike one of her parents? He had never seen her mother, but there wasn't even a hint of a Korean feature in her face. Perhaps the form of her eyes had a very slight hint that made them look narrower. But the rest of her just screamed "I'm from the west". Also her English was perfect, but there was one thing that definitely wasn't from the west. The way she moved.
If she were Master Baek's daughter she would probably receive training as soon as she could. And her fighting style was definitely Tae Kwon Do. Even if she had refined if with some other styles, and probably made up some moves of her own. Witch he found also as a proof to her advantage. Baeks daughter wouldn't be a blockhead.
So he had seen her fight, heard her story and judged her looks. One last thing left before he could actually believe her. But in his heart I think he already knew she was telling the truth.
"Where did Master Baek have his birthday mark?"
"Three centimeters above his caudal vertebra and then 2.7 centimeters to the left." Her answer was quick, almost as fast as Hwoarang finished the question.
He raised his eyebrow.
"You've been asked that before, haven't you?"
She slowly shook her head.
"No… I just have it in the same place."
And suddenly he became interested in her ass. She tilted her head. Typical for men wasn't it… Her hair fell from its place on the right side of her face and slightly tickled her hands that lay in her lap. She grabbed a few strands with the tips of her fingers and started to spin it in boredom. Her eyes lay strictly on the ribbon that he held between his fingers. She wanted it back. It had belonged to her father and was rightfully hers. She didn't stop twining her hair but she stopped paying attention to reality. Once more she floated into a different state of mind. It had begun to happen every now and then since she learned about Baek's death.
When she had got home all that was left for her was that particular ribbon. To see it in the hands of a stranger without being able to take it back was quite frustrating. But calm she was. Oh yes, not a single wrinkle of fear, hate, desire, anxiety, sadness or hurting memories was seen in her face. It was all plain. Lovely in a way. Scaring in another.
"What do you remember from training?" A sudden question and Sora arched an eyebrow.
What did he ever mean with that? Hadn't he seen her fight already?
"And not what you learned… but who you trained with." If Hwoarang remembered right she was the kid in the corner everyone was messing with. And no one knew where she had come from. Only that she was one of the precious few that Master Baek trained personally.
"Well…" She felt somewhat uneasy to answer that question, because she had to answer truly if he would believe her. And that was kind of humiliating. "I didn't exactly talk so much with them. After training the always messed around with me. Saying this was no sport for a girl. Everyone always did this… Well except one." She surprised herself. "I had totally forgotten that. That there was one that left me alone…" She turned her face toward the floor using the light parakeet floor as background as she painted up him before her. "He was always wearing the dojo's uniform… And always the sharpest at the insider competitions. Fast, no not fast" She remembered "but ductile and swift." And a light, light almost invisible smile lay upon her lips. She actually was able to keep the pleasant memories to. "He had red hair… soft I think, it reached to his-" She looked up at Hwoarang and realized that he was smiling. Why? She knitted her eyebrows. Why'd he smile? But soon her mouth hung open in the air. She raised her finger slowly and barely pointed at him. "It was you… weren't it?"
His smile was soft, tender in a way. Both proud and a little embarrassed since he had noticed that smile of hers. He was an expert on that wasn't he? Detecting smiles. Such petite things like a smile usually didn't embarrass him, but this wasn't any girl now was it? No not to him at least. She was the daughter of his Master.
"Yeah, that was me." He confirmed.
She lost her ability to speak… Cold chills ran down her back but she didn't shiver. She forced herself not to. Suddenly she had a good memory from the days she lived together with her father. And the memory was alive. She could talk to him. Share other memories with him. Maybe even create new.
She wasn't alone anymore.
He watched her eyes soften towards him. He wasn't an enemy anymore. He could feel that. And now he had no doubts left. She was Sora -the- unknown daughter of Baek.
"Talon!" A young man shouted as he stormed in to the room breathing extremely heavy.
Hwoarang reacted direct. He flung up from the sofa and stood before him within seconds. He forced him to stand straight by pulling him up by his shoulders. It's easier to slow down your breathing with your lungs straightened.
"Take it easy now… And tell me what's wrong." His eyes kept contact with the other man and he waited patiently at his answer.
"It's… the… there was an accident…" He managed to say between his breaths.
"What accident?" Hwoarang's voice hardened. Were his men hurt? Or was Ryuu out doing stunts with her life as deposit again…
"It's Jack…"
"Jack?" He frowned; he never usually heard a word about Jack. But that's true, Ryuu was always taking care of him. And now Ryuu was… prevented. "What happened to Jack?"
"It was Z and T… we think…" His breath was quite normal now. "He was stopped by the third crossing, it doesn't look good…"
He let go of his shoulders and took his eyes off of him. Crossing his arms and moved his head over towards the window. It was already getting dark. Z and T were just short for two guys. Two guys from another gang. Quick he turned his face towards the man again.
"Does Crim know this?" His eyes sharpened.
He nodded slowly.
"She's probably on her way already."
"Damn" He hissed between his teeth. He glanced over at Sora, looking at her arm. No doubt, he had to get there first. "Here" he said tossing the key to the handcuffs towards Sora who caught it. She unlocked the cuffs and when she stood up the Korean came out from another room and threw a leather jacket to her. "Get it on… We have a race to win." He disappeared put the door and Sora followed him.
* * *
The scene was getting darker when a car stop with shrieking tires up at the road. The door on the passenger side opened and out stepped someone who melted into the night very well. Her eyes narrowed seeing the small crowd by the bridge.
Her bridge.
She started to walk down towards the little crown and the cool breeze of the wind caught her hair, causing it to blow into her face. She did nothing to keep it away. Her steel gray eyes caught the moonlight and welcomed it. She glanced upon it. The full moon had showed itself for about five days ago.
Jin stepped out the car. He leaned at it crossing his arms above the roof of it. He didn't walk down there. He didn't know the people there. And supposed he didn't want to either. He sighed softly as he watched her. Ryuu… damn woman… once again she'd controlled him exactly as she wanted. How the hell did she do that? A finger leaped across his lips thinking back to what she had done. Well THAT couldn't have been acting… could it? She had a passionate way to live her life; everything about her was passionate. That kiss of hers was no exception. He wanted her… oh did he ever.
"Where is he?" She demanded as she reached the first soul to talk to.
He nodded in a direction and he walked of that direction. Not a word did he say. He led her to the foot of the bridge. There he lay barely conscious. His chest was slowly rising, falling, rising, and falling. He was alive and breathed. Ryuu was somewhat relieved when she kneeled by his side. She started to stroke his forehead gently brushing his hair from his face. He opened his eyes.
"Ryuu" His breath was heavy along with his voice.
It was stupid to make him talk.
"Shut up now Jack." She smiled. "You need the air to yourself." She noticed that some of his body parts were covered in blood. The one that caused this was going to be seriously wounded.
This was odd. Jin reacted. To see her handle someone with such care. From his view he really didn't see much, but he noticed the gentle caress she gave the young boy. What did he mean to her? He wondered. Guess he'll just have to wait for that answer huh.
When she rose she pulled one of the men to the side piercing his eyes.
"Who did this?" She demanded in sharp voice.
The man seemed to avoid her eyes, but he didn't get the chance to avoid when she cupped his face roughly. She started into his eyes. And when she wanted to she could make it feel like she was about to enter your brain to get the answer by yourself.
"You know who it was."
And her eyes flared. Her right hand clenched. The pendant, which again was at its place, seemed to shine brighter. In fact it did. It was because she wished for something. Something she had experienced before… coming to her world (Ryuu has been featured in other fics right now she's thinking of playing with one of the mechas from Escaflowne ™ :D) She turned around to walk off in another direction. She knew where she was headed; someone was going to get his ass kicked… maybe even killed. But when she turned she met the face that would stop her.
"Going somewhere?" Hwoarang's voice sounded so calm, still so irritating. She hated it at these times.
A/N: Well well.. This is getting messy .
What do ya think about it?
I'm starting to loove to write this anyway ^_^