Sorry for the wait, if anyone was waiting :) This hasn't been proofread at all, only spellchecked with word. Update for the next chapter will have to wait. It's on a computer I can't get the data out from right now. At worst I won't update until I have moved. It seems like the stars I usually use to seperate scenes doesn't work anymore. So now I'll use this: - - -

Disclaimer: I do not Tekken

Chapter 28 Have I no honor?

Hwoarang just closed the door to his room in the Mishima hotel and headed towards the elevator. It was just about time for his fight to begin. When he was just about there he took a few quick steps to stop it and went inside. He leaned across one of the walls and watched the finance man in the same elevator. He constantly looked at his watch and would probably curse the 'slow speed' if he had been alone. He ogled over at Hwoarang once then seemed to hold his briefcase tighter. Hwoarang blinked and frowned lightly. Could he ever have become one of those? Someone with a stable economy, probably a wife to go home to in the evening. Kids happily throwing themselves around his arms when he came home from those long business trips. A respectable house to live in. With a nice car along with it.

-Ding-

The elevator reached the Main floor and as soon as the doors opened the man hurried out. Hwoarang shook his head. Nah… he would probably hate a life with so little freedom…

With a slight hint of sadness in her eyes for the keen eyed to see Sora stepped out from a room in the Mishima mansion. She clenched her right fist again and again. She had been writing non-stop for about two hours. And before that she had been questioned with a lie detector. She had done something she thought she'd rather die then following it through. But she kept telling herself that it was for a reason. She had to have her revenge first. She had to live to that moment.

She silently cursed Jin for not letting her find him the other night instead. Then she would have had nothing to say. Nothing to report…

--Flashback--

-Click-

Sora hung up from calling Jin on his cell. She sighed deeply. Now she had to do it, there wasn't an excuse anymore. She sighed once more and headed towards her room. When she finally reached it the first thing she aimed for was the shower. Luckily enough she had got a room with a door to a shower just next to her. So she didn't search half the building for one.

It was a quick shower meant to only fresh up. She didn't put on the same clothes as before. She switched to a pair of long dark blue jeans and a dark gray top with the word 'Doubt' in white across her chest. After grabbing a black leather jacket she walked out of the mansion and walked across the street. She took a quick glance towards the parking lot and spotted Hwoarang's bike. So he was back at the hotel. She stepped inside the hotel and walk up to the reception.

"Could you do me a favor?" She asked as she looked kindly at the receptionist.

"That depends Miss." He smiled.

"Call Mister Hwoarang, and tell him to get down here. Quick."

"I guess I can do that." He turned around and called a number. He seemed to exchange some words and after a while he hung up. "He will be coming down soon."

"Good." She smiled and turned around to lean her back on the desk. She crossed her arms as she waited.

Every time she heard the elevator ping she glanced over to see if it was he who stepped out from it. At last she saw the sight she expected. He smiled weakly as he met her eyes and walked up towards her. However he moved towards the desk first.

"Just a sec sweetheart." He winked at Sora then turned around to ask for the phone in the reception. "Hey Tsunami come and pick up your old fan at the Mishima hotel will ya? … Yeah, great." And he hung up and turned towards Sora again. "Still can't stay away can you?" He raised his eyebrow.

"It's not like I have especially much to do before the final start." She said as she walked by his side out of the motel.

"You know how the finals will be held?" He asked curious on if it would be like the pre-matches or completely different.

"No, I get the information the same time as the other fighters. I do know when and where the information meeting will be held. And I'll tell you tomorrow if you win your fight."

"Then I'll know all about it tomorrow then." He said confidant.

"Hope so." She smiled to herself.

"Aah here she comes." He commented as a red sports car drove up along the way with the top down.

In the car sat a woman, probably about ten years older than him. She wore a pair of jet-black shades. Her skin was well suntanned and her hair was gathered together in a scarf, which was light gray. Some thick brown curls of her hair had slipped out from it and showed that her hair was quite long. Sora looked a little skeptic when the woman looked over, at her at first it seemed, before she met Hwoarang's eyes.

"Darling… What have I told you about calling to my residence? Only use my cell! For Christ sake, you'll make my husband jealous one day." She shook her head, though with a smile.

"Sorry Ayame, I forgot the number." He tried to excuse himself.

"Very well, what do you want this time? I hope it's not money, cause if you say money I'm going to have you killed. Promise."

"It's not about money." He insured her. "I want to borrow a car."

"What's wrong with your bike?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing, but I can't keep forcing the ladies to ride with me on that one all the time now can I?"

She looked back at Sora again and this time she smiled somewhat satisfied.

"For once she seems like a nice girl. All right…" She reached for her purse and picked up a key. "Take good care of her…" She said and handed over the key to him. "And I do mean the car." She added.

"Thanks a bunch Ayame." He smiled.

The woman shook her head lightly before she put her hand on the steering wheel again and drove off. Hwoarang tossed the key into the air victorious before her caught it again and placed it in his pocket. He looked at Sora with a twinkle in his eyes and extended his elbow, as a gentleman, and smiled.

"Care for a little walk Madame?" He joked in a British accent.

"You're fucked up." She stated smiling as she walked past him, taking his hand in hers.

He smiled walking up to her again, leading her towards his goal. They walked together in silence.
--End Flashback--

She had walked back to her room for a quick shower and had just finished dressing. She crossed her room and opened the door to the balcony. She looked across the road and saw that Hwoarang just opened the door leading out from the hotel. She turned around and walked towards the corridors again. She stepped into an elevator she had found last night. She sighed heavily and banged her head towards one of its walls.

"I'm sorry Hwoarang… But I need to avenge my father." She said weakly, holding back a tear.

--Flashback--
A garage door slowly opened up and unraveled a silver-streamed car. A BMW, two years old at top. It was one of the sports models and it made a beeping sound as Hwoarang pressed the button on the key.

"Seat yourself." He smiled as he walked over to the driver's seat.

She did so with a smile. The seats were quite cold. And very comfortable. She leaned back and relaxed.

"Let's get this show on the road." He smiled and soon they were out on the streets of Tokyo. He glanced over at the woman and asked. "So…"

"Why are you simply taking me along?" She interrupted him. "You didn't even ask why I showed up."

"Maybe I like having you around." He smirked. "Well anyway. If you had just come for business I guess you would've said so. I thought I might as well take you along. It's not a big deal."
--End Flashback--

And after that he had shown her exactly what Heihachi wanted to know. And as she was told she had reported it to. Every single bit of information. Every name… Every turn and step. Shit. He would hate and be disgusted of her if he found out.

She opened the door towards the street. She didn't see much since there was a crowd of people blocking the sight. But she started to hurry over.

On the other side the commotion had already started.

"What? You?" The Chinese man shouted as he spotted Hwoarang.

"Of fuck… Why do I get all the retards…" The Korean sighed.

"What? You two know each other?" The referee asked, and it was the same as Hwoarang's last fight.

"You again?" He asked annoyed and crossed his arms with a sigh.

"Gack!" She glared at him. "It's good for you that I'm just the JUDGE here!"

"Yeah yeah whatever little girl. Let's start this already." He smiled towards her.

"You stop harassing girls! You are evil man!" Lei continued with his accusations towards Hwoarang.

"Hey! What did I ever do to you? It wasn't like anything actually happened on that bar yesterday."

"Okay both of you just shut up." The girl said with a determined look. "I'm getting sick and tired of this so let's just skip to the conclusion here… Let This Fight Begin!" She shouted loud.

The two men glared at each other. Hwoarang thinking 'What could a lousy cop do' and Lei thinking 'What could a damn punk do'. The police already had a thing against him so he wasn't going to waist too much time on this kid, he thought.

The Chinese man sidestepped somewhat before he got up into 'Art of Snake'. The Korean just waited for his attack, figuring that he probably knew more than he thought he did. And Lei acted quickly. With his left hand he threw rapid punches at Hwoarang but he blocked them all, and on top of that he caught his fist at his last punch and aimed a kick towards his head. But his attack failed also as Lei blocked it with his free right hand. The Korean aimed his left fist at his face but the Chinese managed grab that also with his right. Only one thing left now. Just as he jumped to aim his right leg at the cop's knee he moved.

He released his hand from Hwoarang's grip and waited for him to come closer to the ground and preformed a rave spin. Both kicks impacted on Hwoarang. The cop had managed to get the first hit. How annoying…

When Hwoarang landed again he rolled back and didn't waist any time he ran at him and had prepared a perfect attack. But the bastard sidestepped! He grabbed his left shoulder and forced him down to the ground, but before he was able to fulfill his attack the Korean had his legs, one on each side, around his head. He managed to force him to roll to the side and therefore get out of his grip.

Now he was mad. He leaped at him and extended his leg, impact! The stood back to back for a little while but Hwoarang was the quickest to turn around He gave him two quick hits, first his left the his right followed by a nasty roundhouse. Lei hurried up, red in his face of anger he quickly moved through the different stances to end up in the Crane. The younger backed off a little. He knew it was an extremely powerful technique. And he never would have thought that his Chinese fellow would've mastered it.

"It's time to end this." He just said and took a few steps towards him.

Hwoarang blocked his upper body but the Chinese man preformed a less powerful attack that hit his lower-shin. He bent forward slightly of the pain he caused him. And the other man had started. One combo after another seemed to hit the Korean. Blocking only half of his hits. Butt suddenly it appeared in front of him, a break out. And he actually got to do his favorite move. He took his left hand, kicked him in the stomach and the lifted his head up with his heel and rubbed it in and just when he was about to finish he felt someone breaking the contact between the two of them.

It was the referee, her hard braided braid fell over her chest and she struggled to keep them apart. When she had succeeded she smiled lightly. Then her face took a more serious look and she turned towards Hwoarang.

"DON'T kill the man. Okay?" Then she smiled.

"O—key." He said doubtfully not sure how he should react.

Lei were far from finished, he still had energy but fact was that Hwoarang would've killed him if the girl hadn't stepped in. So he accepted his defeat in agony.

"The winner is… Like before" She muttered "Hwoarang!"

He was starting to dislike that referee, oh wait... he didn't like her from the beginning… He shrugged and turned around to leave. If the crowd was cheering he didn't care. He blamed himself for loosing control in there. The damn man was a good fighter.

"Hey, you okay?" He referee asked as she patted his shoulder.

"What?" He turned around and was surprised of seeing the girl. "Uhm… yeah…" He answered.

"No you're not." She whispered. "Ah well." She shrugged and turned around to walk away.

Hwoarang started heading towards the hotel again; a shower would be nice right about now. Sora walked up behind him quietly. He didn't notice her at all since the crowd was leaving and making quite a noise. She tiptoed and put her lips as close to his ear as she could without getting noticed.

"Bo!" Exclaimed in quite a normal level voice.

"Wha?" Hwoarang was quite surprised and swung around hastily. He saw her and let a relived sigh escape his lungs. "Geez… you scared me."

"Come on, let's go up to your room and I'll give you the last piece of information you need before tonight."

"Sounds good to me." He smiled and showed the way towards the hotel.

- - -
"Haaaa! That felt good." A young Chinese girl exclaimed as she stepped out of the fighting area.

She had just beaten the shit out of a tall red haired woman with very distinct clothing. (Yeah that's Right! I fscking HATE Anna!) She walked over to panda and patted her on her nose.

"I'm quite good aren't I?" She smiled happily.

"Yeah you are." Jin surprised her from her right.

"You?" She asked a little surprised. "Eehehe." She scratched behind her head. " Thanks, I guess."

"Seems like you've passed to the finals."

"Yeah! Seems like it." She grabbed a jacked and pulled it on quickly. "Heey! Miharu! Catch you later okay?" She shouted towards the referee.

"Okay!" She waved back.

"You know the referee?" Jin frowned lightly.

"Yeah, she's my classmate and friend."

"Isn't that against the rules?" He crossed his arms.

"Hey… are you doubting my friends capability in judging a fight fair and square?" She glared at him.

"Heh.. No… it's not like that I just-"

"Good, then discussion's over." She nodded. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I asked the organizing team if I could be the one giving you further instructions. They approved with it."

"Oh." She said somewhat drawn back.

Even if she were quite happy about his actions she wanted to concentrate on the competition right now. To talk and spend time to another participant was what she least of all wanted. Especially Jin, since she knew that she once had have serious feelings towards him… and might still have.

"Then tell me." She said as she grabbed her duffel bag and patted Panda over her face telling her to come along as she started walking.

"What's the matter?" Jin asked as he caught up with her, noticing that something was wrong.

"It's nothing personal Jin, but right now I just wanna concentrate on the competition."

"Alright, I'll let you do that." He smiled weakly; at least one didn't think s/he could take on the world. It made Jin see her more like a human individual, not a fighter. "The gathering will be already at night. Exactly at 23:00. In the third conference hall of the Mishima mansion. The beginning of the final part will take place at the exact first second of the next day."

- - -
"The exact first second?" Hwoarang asked after Sora had told him what Jin had told Xiao Yu. And stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"I'm not sure either of how it will be held. I only know it won't be like the fights before."

She stated as she was looking outside the window. She looked at the Mishima mansion. Right now she wanted to blow it up, make it melt with her eyes. But there wasn't anything she could do about it. Nothing. Towards such an empire she would be like an ant fighting an elephant. She had thought about it though. About Julia, maybe she could help her. It would be a hard thing convincing her that they were on the same side. But Julia at least seemed to have a plan. Sora had nothing. She lowered her head and watched the people walking away from there. Though this competition was illegal everyone on Tokyo knew about it. And the police didn't do squat.

"What are you watching?" Hwoarang asked after he had rose from the sofa and stood behind her.

"Nothing much." She answered

"Nothing?" He asked and let one of his arms slip around her waist.

"People." She corrected herself.

It looked almost like an anthill with the people swarming around like worker ants. She was so up in watching that she didn't notice Hwoarang. When she thought about it her life had been full of things. Both good and bad. Mostly bad things though. First now she noticed Hwoarang. His hair was dripping with water that wet her shoulder. She raised her head and turned it towards him. He smiled weakly, slyly almost.

"What are you smiling about?" She returned his smile and turned around crossing her arms and leaning against the door to the balcony.

Hwoarang raised the hand he had held around her waist with and moved back her hair from her face. Then he took her right hand and raised it to the level of her head and pressed it towards the glass. He took a small step closer and placed his left hand right next to her head, so she wouldn't have much space to move in. She didn't resist him. She just met his eyes calmly. Hell, why should she resist him? When he stopped she just flashed him a smiled and teased him.

"What are you waiting for?"

And that man didn't wait anymore. He closed the space in between them and kissed her slowly. He caressed her face and neck. And then something that just wasn't allowed to happen. Her damn cell rang. She tried and reached for it but Hwoarang stopped her. She smiled playful but pushed him away, as much as she could.

"I have to take it, ruffian." She reached for her cell and took the call. "What?" She answered.

He continued to treat her neck with gentle kisses as she talked. There wasn't much talking from her side. And as she hung up you could hear a deep sigh as she pressed it down her pocket again.

"What?" He asked as he met her eyes and kissed her again.

"I have to go." But her body spoke against her words. Her arms curled around his neck.

"Oh really?" He asked and turned around with her in his arms, walking towards the bedroom.

"No really, I have to go. I've got training." She said, still not making the slightest of effort to get out of the situation.

"The traffic is really heavy today." He tried to make up an excuse.

"It's just a cross the street stupid."

"Then you have a problem." He stated and closed the door to the bedroom behind them

- - -
Jin walked home after telling Xiao Yu. Training, training and more training. He sighed. One thing was troubling him. He had heard on his way home that Ryuu hadn't shown up to her match. Ryuu not showing up to a fight… Now that's a disturbing element. Then he spotted someone he recognized. That blond haired woman in purple outfit. She was just walking there.. in plain sight. The clock was about 16:00 – 16:30 by now.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do. The woman had tried to kill him for Christ's sake. He sighed slowly and speeded up his pace. He didn't know what he was going to do when he caught up with her, but he had to do something. But he didn't. Only about two meters from her his phone rang. He grabbed it and glared evilly at it before he answered.

The talk didn't take long. Only a few exchanges of words.

"You couldn't have called ten minutes later could you." He muttered and headed straightly towards the Mishima Mansion.

- - -
The time passed. Hwoarang got to take another shower. Sora got yelled for being damn late. Jin trained his brains out. The clock was getting closer to 23:00 every second. And there were only 600 left of them… tick 599… tack 598… tick 597…

Hwoarang put his foot down outside the mansion. He crossed his arms and tilted his head somewhat. So he had finally made it… The game was about to start and he was ready for the starting signal. He smirked slightly when he felt someone hit him in the back.

"What's wrong big guy?" He saw Julia walked past him, she turned around and walked backwards. "Cold shivers running on your back?" And she turned around to enter the building.

He laughed and shook his head. He let his arms fall to his sides and the walked up to enter the door.

"Your name please?" A girl asked the instant he closed the door and she looked up. "Oh God it's you… I was hoping you wouldn't make it." She sighed.

It was the same girl that he had had as referee to his fights. He put his right fist in his other hand and let his fingers crack a little and he looked down on her.

"Watch it… Girl." He glared at her and the continued walking.

"Whatever…" She rolled her eyes and the put her tongue out towards him, making a face. "I don't like him." She muttered.

Hwoarang entered the room. There wasn't as many as he would've hoped for. But he did spot both Jin and Sora at the front. Sora… Why had he done that before? God, it was so unnecessary. Now he couldn't look at her as he did before. 'She's a fighter God dammit.' He told himself in his thoughts and avoided her eyes. He spotted Julia standing by a corner endlessly giving Heihachi the evil eye. Heihachi sat in a chair behind a simple desk. The Korean walked up to lean against the wall beside the young woman.

"Haven't I seen you before?" He smiled.

"Why… from where have you got that idea?" She raised her eyebrow briefly before she continued her glaring. "So what's your reason to be here? Besides hunting women?"

"Revenge." He said shortly, turning his eyes the same way. "You?"

"Making that old man pay for his actions."

"Well it seems like everyone is here." Heihachi's old voice sounded out the room. Every last voice died out and everyone's attention turned towards him. "This competition has reached its final part. There are more competitors than expected. But it won't be a trouble." He paused and rose from the chair. "The final will be held as one competition, with only one victor in the end. Before further explanation all names will be called, answer Check if you are here."

A man in a black suit and thick glasses stepped up with a list and started reading up names.

(I was going to mix in outsiders here to, but then I thought twice about it. I think everybody would think its more fun to read about Tekken's own characters than my original ones. So its just Tekken characters here.)

"Chang, Julia?"

"Check."

"Doo San, Sora?"

"Check."

"Fury, Brian?"

"Check."

"Gon?"

"Graar."

"Gun Jack?"

"Check."

"Hwoarang?"

"Check."

"Kazama, Jin?"

"Check."

"Kuma?"

"Groowl."

"Roger?"

"Marrrrrl"

"Williams, Nina?"

"Check."

"XiaoYu, Ling?"

"Check."

"Yoshimitsu?"

"Check."

"Fine… everyone seems to be here." The old man stated.

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