Chapter 2:
Kazaa
Hi there! Well, Jyn already introduced me in his Entry but I'm Virgil Kazaa Doo San Kazama. Now it's about 5: 20 and we're on the plane. Somehow I can't sleep. Usually we're alike in everything we do. And we love it. XDDDD We love confusing everybody. It's fun. One day I'll be him and the next I'll be me and we switch up on people all the time. It's hilarious.
Mom… I miss her so much. Jyn and I cried for hours after we ran and found a hiding place beneath the streets of Ch'ongsan the village/town/city that was about six to seven miles from our house out in the desert. It was a little small but it was a refugee hiding houses. The ones we used to hear about from Mom through the stories. She told us they were used for the South Korean soldiers when South Korea retaliated against the North Korean forces. But we didn't care anymore. It's been about three years of running from Heihachi and his Tekken-shu but I think we're good hiders. Maybe we got it from Dad.
I don't think that Uncle Hwoarang NOT knowing we exist is actually a bad thing. Mom never kept in touch with Uncle Hwoarang from what we knew and he doesn't know we're alive but that'd probably give him another reason as to disown Mom. Because she birthed Kazama Jin's children, not because of that but because she, didn't tell him. So I think we're probably in for a lot of explaining and a lot of rude disownment because of our blood. ;; I hate people who hate someone because of what their family did or what race they are. Grrr….. ;;;
Jyn's fast asleep. I wish I could sleep but I'd probably be better off making sure on one steals from us. I mean we don't have much. Just one extra pair of clothes for each of us (besides the ones we have on), our training uniforms, two knives, some money, Mom's old laptop (this one duh! XDDD;;) , and two guitars. Acoustic of course. To play on the streets and get money from people who notice. Other than that there's street fighting as Jyn mentioned in his entry. But we both agree that would be on days that no one throws us enough money and it's a last resort. --;
We played our songs on the street in P'yongyang for about a year, and we're pretty known around there. So making money in P'yongyang isn't a problem. Sometimes we like to sing to our songs and that's when we get the most I think. Sometimes we get Won, sometimes we get Yen, sometimes American Dollars from the American soldiers or the tourists, and once I think we got a few Pesos from a Mexican! XDDDD We thought that was hilarious. But that's all back in P'yongyang now.
We're now crossing over the Japan Sea. It's beautiful in the sunrise. Wow. Now I see why Japan's called 'The Land of the Rising Sun'. XD ;; Hiroshima's waiting just on the other side. It's actually happening. We're actually going to the tournament. It's exciting!! :D :D :D :D
But it's also so almost scary in a way. I mean…. We finally get to meet our Dad. And Kazuya! And Denise and Uncle Hwoarang!! I wonder if we have cousins? :3 ….. They probably won't accept us, but in the end we can say we tried, and that is the most important thing of all I think.
Then we can finally end all of this by killing that old fucker off. Mom always said 'If you're gonna go out, go out with a bang'. Just think though…. We're on our way, and we'll finish this, acceptance or no acceptance. I think that's what Mom woulda wanted.
-Kazaa