Chapter 3 – What's Where You're From!

Okay I just want to say this right off the bat. I am in NO WAY trash talking any form of military services in this chapter. Hwoarang dose go off about them a little bit but I still am in no way ungrateful for what the solders of any country do for their land. I always kind of saw Hwoarang being forced to join the military between Tekken 3 and 4, so I wrote that section threw the eyes of someone who doesn't want to be there. Okay? I just don't want any nasty grams on how I don't support troops….because that is not the case.

I also do not own Hwoarang (He belongs to Namco) But I do own my raven haired OC and the nameless fat cop….XD (You'll understand)

Okay one more thing. I would like to give a HUGE shout out to my editor and bestest friend in the whole wide world: Jagurara. Because without her this would be filled with misspelled words and really bad grammar. And if there still is any then without her it would be like 1000 times worse. NO JOKE!!!

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The red haired man got up in the morning. The blazing sun made his eyes sting and water. He covered his head with the thick comforters so his senses where once again surrounded by the soothing darkness. He blindly fumbled his right arm around until he grasped the small black box that sat neatly on his nightstand. He lightly pulled the contraption underneath the covers of his sanctuary, so that the blaring red numbers where his only source of light.

"It's only 9am…" He ground loudly.

With one motion, the thick sheets where ripped from his body letting his warm skin come in full contact with the crisp morning air. He placed the clock back down while he placed his feet on the carpet and slowly arose. His muscles where sore, and seemed to rip apart as he raised himself to his fullest height. The gang leader stumbled his way through the hall of his apartment to the dingy bathroom at the other end. He turned on the shower faucet and let the cold water and dull smelling soaps wake his limbs.

He came back to his room with a towel wrapped around his slender waist. His clothes where thrown around on the floor and hung across the chairs, the end of the bed, or cabinets. He picked up a few scattered pieces and after determining that they where clean enough, sniffed them heavily and the yes, he draped them over his body.

The Blood Talon Leader looked around his living quarters one last time. It truly was a dump, half eaten food and assorted clothing lay scattered everywhere. A foul smell emitted from the small kitchen, due to the piles of trash, dirty dishes, and rotting foods. 'Wow…maybe I should get someone to clean this up…' he thought before slipping out the front door and making sure it was securely locked behind him.

He hated to admit it, but the apartment's hall wasn't in much better condition than his own bachelor pad. The walls were originally white but they now matched the floor's usual grey carpet. It was a silly type of carpet, the kind with random assorted colors, but then looked grey unless you where focusing on one specific color. Stains marked the floors as well, he didn't know exactly what caused them, but he didn't really want to know. The dim florescent lights only added to the creepiness of the halls, giving it the look of a boot-leg horror movie. The tiled stairs shifted due to the loss of bolts and aging; the tile made the bottom of your shoes stick to it from the spilt sugary sweets and juices of the children that inhabited the small living spaces.

He opened the door to the main street. His eyes squinted as they desperately tried to adjust. The sudden bright lights that the sun naturally projected where defiantly a sudden change.

"Well it's about time." The red haired youth opened his eyes a bit more, only to see the raven haired woman from the previous day.

He groaned loudly "Don't you have somewhere else to be? And how long have you been here?"

"I've been here since eight and no I don't have anywhere else to be. I swore that I'd find out who you where, and on that note, ready to tell me you name yet?"

"No I'm not. You?"

"Of course not. That is unless you tell me yours first."

'Great. A stubborn tomboy. That's the last thing I needed today.' The gang leader thought as he stepped out of the door way and down the street. To his dismay she followed him.

The young girl kept up with his pace to the market, following him as he bought his daily necessities, she was his shadow as he ate his fast food, and she even sat next him in the cab. It had only been two hours since this day had begun, yet she was still determined and stayed only a few steps behind. She was persistent and didn't let things shy her away from her goals; he gave her that, but her undying urge to find his identity was driving him insane.

"You know you can't follow me forever!" He finally snapped at her. His patience had finally broken and annoyance coated his words.

"Oh and why not?" She answered back. Her own paced quickened and soon was at his side.

"Because I have to go back to the military base in 5 days."

"You're in the military! You must be so proud to serve our country!"

"Oh yes, very proud." The sarcasm shot to its peak in his voice. "So proud to serve a country that the government could honestly care less about. They say that they care and that they too are proud, going to meetings and parties. But when they are behind there closed doors and hidden sanctuaries, they completely forget who you are and what your even there for.

"As for the military itself, don't even get me started on those idiots. All they ever do is bark orders and shout out commands. Never once see them stick their necks out for me, so why the hell should I stick mine out for them?!"

The black haired woman looked down. She knew that the military was no piece of cake, but to hear someone loath it that much made her realized that it might even be worse than she first believed it to be. The way society view their solders was completely true. Unless a tragedy happens, the average person almost completely forgets about their warriors that were willing to give up their lives for them. She knew, and was somewhat herself, accused of that.

He could tell that his words had meant something to her, and had affected her in some way. But he wasn't going to drop him own pride to ask. Giving up his image to see the needs of a useless girl was too beneath him.

"Ah there you are Min!!" A loud booming voice was heard, breaking through the crowds clamor. The raven haired woman looked over her shoulder to see a short and stout man running towards them. His jet black hair was horribly combed over the bald spot on his shiny head and his eyes where a smoky grey.

"Hurry Min, quickly. We have an emergency." He said in a frantic husky voice.

"I'm on it chef."

"Ah, so it's 'Min' is it." There, he had done it. He figured out her name before she did his, meaning that he had won this childish fight of theirs.

The raven haired girl, Min, had completely forgotten about the red haired brute. Once she had heard the officer's voice, everything else around her disappeared..

"Hey tubby," The gang leader was now addressing the head of the office department. "Do you really think that sending a 'little girl'" He sneered those words so wickedly; it was as if lime was squeezed into an open wound. "Should be doing the police's jobs?"

"Do you not know who this is? Who this woman was trained by?" The police officer was stunned. Never would he or any of the other men below him would ever insult her. And yet this young commoner did.

"Enlighten me…" The gang leader coxed.

"This woman is named Min and she was trained by none other than the great master Beak Doo San himself!"

The Blood Talon Leader grabbed the officer's collar and shoved him up against the wall so fast that no one other than himself had really seen it take place.

"That's a dammed lie and you know it! I…was trained by Beak Doo San and I have never seen her before…and I don't appreciate other's telling stories about him!!"

The young man was yelling and it caught the eyes of a few passing people. But once they saw who it was yelling they quickly ducked their heads and kept walking as if they hadn't seen a thing.

"Hwoarang?"

The gang leader a turned his face away from the policemen to see who had called out his name, and he was shocked to find that it was the young girl who had been following him around town all day.

"How do you know my name?" He asked, now having his full attention on Min.

"So that's why you where so familiar to me.…."

"You're not answering the question!" He spat in a cruel snarl, demanding her to explain herself.

"You both are telling the truth. I was trained by Beak Doo San. Although he made special house visits for my training so I never once stepping into his dojo. I was not allowed to leave me home so he would tell me stores of the outside world. The people, the markets, his studio, his classes, his students…but most of all he would tell the stories of his star pupil…you."

Hwoarang was now completely confused. If what she said was true and she had heard of him…then why was she kept a secret from him? Beak Doo San was the closest thing he had to an actual father, so why? Why was he not told of this?

"So that's it…" Her pleasant voice brought the red head out of his thoughts. "You were familiar to me because of Beak Doo San's stories; but I had never seen you before so I couldn't put a name to your face."

The two stared at each other. One, in explicit awe; as if seeing a father that they thought long dead, while the other was in denial, shock, and confusion. The foundation of their world crumbling with the news that they had been deceived.

"Miss, the problem in the upper ring?" The officer had been looking at the two in their truth telling, but only just now decided to intervene with the supposed "problem".

"Oh yes, of course…." Was all she said before turning and walking out of that back alley and on to her duties and obligations with the police force.

WHOO! We finally got to say Hwoarang's name. And we also found out about Min, my Raven haired OC. But what will happen now, will our study gang leader have questions or will he stay quiet? And if he does ask will our female Tae Kwon Do master answer or only give away parts of the truth.

IDK. Review please, love to hear what you all have to say. : )