Hello everybody! Before you think I'm dead, I now you guys have been waiting for, like ever, so to make it up I will provide for another chapter! So, I will shut up and let you folks enjoy!


The gang was busy hanging in Julia's room, wondering about how the day's events are going to turn out.

"Okay, so the incident at the ranch didn't work out…," said Steve.

"Hwoarang!" Julia automatically accused.

"Okay, first of all, all I ever did was ride on your stupid horse, or at least tried to. Second of all, it wasn't even me to begin with! In case you don't remember, we found a piece of Kazama's shirt on the latch of the fence. So for all intents and purposes, if you wanna blame someone, BLAME HIM!" the red-headed Korean shouted as he pointed to Jin.

"Calm down," said Jin. "I do admit, that was inadvertently my fault. That means unintentionally, in case you didn't know, Hwo. But, you can't be too mad. You usually are the cause of bad things that happen to us, so it's not like Julia was far-fetched in blaming you."

"Shut up!" Hwo's face was glowing as red as a cherry.

"Ahem. ANYWAY, if you two would stop bickering for an instant, I have a question. What do we do now?" Steve asked, trying to regain control of the conversation.

"Well, I have a headache from all that went on so far…so I guess for now we can try someone else's house?," Julia said, plopping down on her bed. Hwoarang was sitting on a chair by Julia's computer desk; Steve was sitting on a chest, and Jin was sitting cross-legged on the floor.

"Alright then; if that's the case, who wants to go next?" Steve asked.

"Ooh, try me!" Hwoarang shouted. Baek will probably be easy to interview, so let's do him."

"That's fine with me," Steve said. Everyone else agreed.

"Alright then! On to my place!" shouted Hwoarang.


Soon, the crew headed on out to Hwoarang's house. They stopped at a Korean-style house with a man outside sweeping the front steps.

"Alright Steve. You got the camera ready?" Hwoarang asked.

"Yep. We're ready to roll."

"Alright," said Hwoarang as the camera was starting up. "Hello there, and welcome to another segment of "A Day in Our Lives". This time where gonna start off with me, Hwoarang Doo San, for those who don't know me (and for the pretty ladies who are curious)." Hwoarang winked.

"Oh brother," Julia said as she rolled her eyes. Steve just snickered behind the camera while Jin was in the corner shaking his head.

"Anyway, back to the reason why we're here. If you look behind me, you'll see my home/dojo built in a style reminiscent of the architecture of Korea."

"Wow, he finally learned new words to use. He must've really prepared for this project!" Steve said playfully behind the camera.

"Can it, Fox." Hwo said in the same manner. "Now on our way up the stairs, I'm going to introduce you to a man who's pretty much a father to me. I'd like to show you all to my master, Baek Doo San!" the Korean said with pride.

Baek heard the noise outside, considering it was his pupil, and stepped outside. "Hwoarang, I have a bone to pick with you. How many times do I have to tell you not to place your dirty drawers all over the-oh, hey kids! What're y'all up to?" he said, not knowing that he practically embarrassed his son in front of a live camera.

"Wow, stupid and untidy. What a grand combination to share with the ladies, Hwo," Jin remarked with a smirk across his face.

"CAN IT KAZAMA! AND WIPE THAT SMIRK OF YOUR FACE BEFORE I DO IT FOR YOU!" Hwoarang shouted, really steamed. Whether it was from the sheer embarrassment from his father figure, the fact that it was said in front of the camera, or that he was dissed by his rival about it was anyone's guess.

"Well, looks like someone's riled up," Steve snickered behind the camera. "But if you don't mind, I don't want to waste any film, so you might want to get straight to the point, Hwo."

"Right. Ahem," the Korean started up again. " We're doing fine, Master. They guys and I are just putting together a little video project in which we give our viewers little taste of what living like us is like. So, since it's my turn, I'm gonna have to interview you."

"Okay," said the older Korean with a smile," shoot."

"Altight. To our viewers out there, I'd like to once again, introduce y'all to my master and father, Baek Doo San!" Hwoarang greeted as Baek waved towards the camera. "So, dad, what do you do for a living?"

"Well, for starters, I run the dojo you see here and train aspiring martial artists the art of Tae Kwon Do". Baek said as he pointed to the mentioned establishment. "In fact, I have a class going on right now, so feel free to take a look." He smiled. The small group went through the main entrance and entered a huge room where there was a small class of students practicing some kicks.

"Alright guys, you can take a break now. You all earned it." Beak turned to his son's group. "Well, do you guys want something to drink or snack on? If so, help yourselves. I'll be out getting equipment from the back for the next lesson." The older man then walked off around the corner to the equipment lodge. At that moment, the boys in the class all through vicious glares in Hwoarang's direction.

"Bastard," said one of the pupils. "All the master does is give you special attention, and let's you off easy. How come we don't get it like that?" he shouted.

Another boy stood up. "Yeah! I mean we get the brunt of the work and he doesn't seem to get you to train as hard as the rest of us. You always get leeway!" Just then all the students got up.

"Alright, alright, look," Hwoarang started. "It's obvious that you guys are jealous. But that just tells me something about you all." He smirked. "I never knew you bunch were fags that were envious of another man's affections towards another, especially if the feelings between the two are more of the father-son type."

"Shut up!" the lead guy shouted. He went into what was obviously a fighting stance.

"Ohh…so you wanna fight me, now huh? Alright, I'll give you what you want, then." Hwoarang, grinning, then went into his stance, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Hey! Since when did this become a fighting picture?" Julia screamed hoping to stop the battle before it ensues. Jin placed his hand on Julia's shoulder. She turned to face him.

"Just let them be, Julia," he started. "If they want to fight like mindless idiots, then let them have their wish."

Julia sighed. "I guess you're right." Just then, the sound of a punch being thrown was heard.

"Oh, you little bitch! You're gonna wish you never did that." Hwoarang then performed a series of Flamingo kicks on the opponent, who happened to be no match for the Blood Talon after all.

Another student came flying in behind Hwoarang, and he did a spin-kick on the person.

As the fight went on, and more students poured in, Steve had his camera on a table beside him. He shifted his eyes back and forth between the camera and the fight. Well, maybe a little fighting action couldn't hurt. Steve picked up his camera and started filming the fight.

"Steve!" The blonde turned to the Native American calling his name in a scolding manner. "What? Oh, c'mon, Julia! Don't tell me you don't think seeing a bunch of martial artists duke it out would make this film more interesting?"

"Okay, it may, but last I checked, this wasn't Enter the Dragon!" Steve huffed.

"Fine, alright!" As soon as Julia turned around to talk to Jin, he focused the lens back on the scuffle.

One guy kicked Hwoarang in the gut, and as he heaved, another student jumped him and wacked him on the head. The redhead was pissed.

"THAT'S IT!" Hwoarang grabbed the one who gutted him, and slammed him continuously against a wall. The other, he threw into a corner, almost hitting Jin.

"Hey watch it!" Kazama shouted. "Your dumb ass almost hit me!"

Hwo turned to the young Japanese. "What? You want some of this too, Kazama?"

"If you mean by taking part of this display of idiocy, then no."

"And why is that? You a little pussy?"

"No. There's no reason to fight." As Jin turned to leave, Hwoarang grabbed the other boy by the shoulder and turned him around. "C'mon, show some bravado, will ya?"

"I can do that in many ways. Acting like a damn buffoon isn't one of them." At that moment, aimed to throw a shoe at Hwoarang, but ended up hitting Jin straight in the face., causing the raven-haired boy to pounce on his attacker. Just then, Baek re-entered the dojo.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" the man screamed at the top of his lungs. All action immediately halted. Baek sighed. "Alright, I wanna know which one of you is responsible for this and nearly trashing my dojo and I wanna know NOW!"

The whole class stepped over to one side of the room, and pointed towards Hwoarang. The fiery redhead sighed and mumbled under his breath. "Bunch of wusses don't wanna own up."

Another heavy sighed escaped the old master's mouth. "You know, it doesn't matter who started it, I want this whole room to look like it's never seen a mosh pit, and after that, you'll be running ten laps around the whole dojo as punishment! And before you say anything, this includes you, Hwoarang. The cleaning equipment is in the closet over there." Baek tilted his head towards a door near Julia, and stormed off.

"Well, doesn't he seem pissed?" Steve said, stating the obvious. "Oh well, at least we have some good footage for the project!" The Brit stared down at the camera like it was a prized possession.

"Steve!"

"What now, Julia?"

"Take that tape off! Don't tell me you had it on the whole time?" The Native American gave Steve a stern stare, placing both hands on her hips.

"Oh, c'mon, Julia! You tellin' me that this stuff was not awesome? Gee, maybe Hwo was right when he said you're pretty lame."

"When did he say that?"

"Never mind."


Later on, Jin, Hwoarang, and the rest of the class were sweeping up the dojo.

"Hmph. I didn't believe it was possible, but apparently the people in this class just as, or if not even more stupid than you."

"Hey, don't even try to get on me, Kazama! Last I checked, weren't you the one who said 'there's no reason to fight?' Next time, try practicing what you preach!"

"I don't hear enough sweeping!" Baek called from the kitchen. He turned his attention back to Julia and Steve. "Thank you guys for not participating in the god awful display of lack in discipline earlier. I'm surprised even Jin partook in it. How about I take you two out for a free supper at an all you can eat buffet, on me!"

"Really?" Julia said, eyed beaming.

"That'd be great! Umm, do they have any desserts or sweets?" Baek laughed.

"Yes, Steve. There's enough to satisfy your sweet tooth." "Alright!" The blonde jumped for joy.

A pair of growling stomachs could be heard. "I guess they heard about the offer. You two guys can, uh, find something in the fridge or order out." A couple of groans could be heard.

"Ah, c'mon, master!" Hwoarang shouted in exasperation. "I don't know how much more of this I can take!"

"Well, we'll find out when you run those laps!" The old master smiled.

"C'mon, you're seriously tryin' to kill me here!"

Baek turned towards the other two. "Alright kids, time to eat!" Cheers were heard in response. "Whoo! Let's go!"

As the small group left, Jin and Hwoarang stared.

"Wow, and I thought either grandpa or father was ruthless. I don't believe I've ever seen this side of Doo San-san."

"Uh, no. They still are compared to Master. At least my family's not composed of a bunch of psychos plus a faggot bent on world domination or some shit like that."

"Okay, let me correct a few things. One, my mom isn't a psycho, two, my uncle Lee's not gay, he just has a very expressive way of dressing, and three Asuka isn't crazy (well, I guess she is), just my very annoying, hyperactive cousin who I am having the pleasure of living with." Jin said, stating that last part with sarcasm.

"Oh well, doesn't matter. Boy, I can't wait for your family's turn!"

"Shut up Hwo. Let's just get this done. And I'm surprised you didn't duck out of this as soon as he left." Hwoarang shook his head.

"No use. He can tell if we actually ran the laps or not depending on how ragged we seem. If we don't look like we just ran a marathon, he'd probably have us do twice as many laps non-stop!" Jin stared wide-eyed.

"Oh, well, let's get to work then!" As the two joined the class, Hwoarang's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, boy. Running those laps yet? You know what happens if you don't"

"Sir, yes sir!" Hwoarang quickly put the phone away and jogged faster. He thought of something then snickered.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. I figured this'd be a nice opportunity for you, tightening up for Xiao and all."

"Oh ha ha. How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not, and never will be, in love with that psycho, hyperactive, squeaky-voiced, panda-addicted wench with bracelets that end up blinding people."

"Oh. Well, if you say so!" Hwoarang laughed hard as he saw Jin's frustrated expression and ran up.

"Gahh! Oy, sometimes, I really hate you, Hwoarang. I really do!"


Alright peoples, here you go! And just so you know, I will really, really, try my best to update on a regular basis! It's just that sometimes, I run out of ideas (or that I just get lazy, take you're pick). Well, this is the best that I came up with so far, so sorry if you think it's a bit rusty or needs a bit of work (but that's what I get for not writing in so long, no?)

Okay, so you know the deal. Drop a comment or review, if you feel up to it. Also, feel free to hand over some constructive criticism, and feed me some ideas!

So, now that I've said my piece, see y'all 'til next time! ^_^

Oh, and I almost forgot: I would like to give a little shoutout to a constant reviewer of mine: Salysha! Thank you for helping me out by giving me a grammar review in punctuation! You input is always welcome, as are all you others out there! Really appreciating the praise for this story! I promise I'll do my best to not let you guys down!