Alrighty here's chapter 4. Don't really have any thing to say here so enjoy. =D

Disclaimer: I do not own Hwoarang.

The small apartment was shut securely and locked with a sharp click. The gang leader was dressed in his usual biker gear. He fumbled with the front door of the apartment complex. The damned building was so old that the door jammed frequently, forcing the inhabitants to violently fight with it.

The door coaxed a stream of curse words to flow from his mouth until it finally decided to give way, throwing the youth into the blinding sunlight of the morning. It ripped through the sensitivity of his eyes, as they began to water and itch.

"Geeze, 'bout time."

Hwoarang blinked his eyes open as his vision can into focus on the familiar raven haired woman. "What do you want Min?" he asked quietly, as if he spoke any louder someone might notice that he had actually acknowledged her existence.

"Same as the other two days. Just making sure that you stay out of trouble." She answered sweetly, completely shoving out his rude tone.

It was true. It had been two days since the two had learned about each other's names. And since then Min had come over frequently to check up on the gang leader. She wasn't following him around, like before, but her presence was still known, and just knowing that fact bothered him severely.

"So where are you going today?" That was always her first question.

"The same place I've gone since you've been asking…." was always his first answer. Min scoffed and chuckled quietly as she remembered the first time she had asked that question. Puzzled, she had followed him, only to be lead back to the slums and plummeted in the middle of a raging fight between two feuding gangs.

Min sighed loudly. "Why do you have to go there every day? Doesn't it bother you that you're using your abilities on weaker, less fortunate people?"

"No, they should improve their skills and then come back." He retorted matter-of-factly.

She sighed again. "You're exactly like he said you where."

This struck a chord in Hwoarang's thoughts. Min had not brought up Beak Doo San in the past two days. And the fact that she did now only meant that she was trying to hook him into her little guilt trip. It didn't work as much as she had hoped… but it still worked some. The undying fact that she knew so much about him and he still knew nothing about her was driving him insane. 'That's it, I can't take it anymore. Today will be the day that I start asking questions.'

"I need you to meet me some where today…" He said just barely above a whisper. Only she could hear it and that was exactly what he wanted.

"Why not just see me now-" She began but then was cut off by the flame-haired gang leader.

"Because I'm busy now alright!"

She nodded her head knowing what he meant.

"Now meet me at the canal between "3rd" and "Hue" streets. 7pm. Understand." It was not a question, but a statement.

Min nodded her head once more and the red haired youth took off into the shadows that he constantly hid himself in.

***

The canal smelled of molding water and the garbage that floated along caught on the concrete walls and the iron pipes let off a putrid odor. The falling sun made the sky blur with pinks, oranges, and purples, making it appear like something out of an old American western movie. But those skies always meant something good, while these mixtures only meant mischief was soon to come. It taunted her, warning her that the beautiful will always be a mask for the wicked.

A rustle in the bleached orange grass made her attention turn to the person approaching her. "I was beginning to wonder if you would show up to your own meeting."

Hwoarang acknowledged her with a glace. His eyes were blank, giving off his usual cool and collected feeling that Min knew quite well.

He sat on the down sloping hill. His right leg was stretched out in front of him; his left arced up while his left arm rested his upper body weight on the projected knee. The gang leader then patted the empty patch next to him with his free hand, beckoning the female Tae Kwon Do master to sit beside him.

They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the peaceful company of each other. Their eyes fell only on the apartments that littered the other side of the canal and the only sound was the flowing, oil sparked water. As it pushed and toppled the water in front of it, it reminded the two of the real world; and how they will do anything to get ahead. At first Min was slightly timid and felt awkward. But as time passed and he didn't yell, or snap, or complain, or boast; she quickly grew to enjoy the silence as well.

It was Hwoarang who broke the quiet first. "Do you ever miss…him…?"

"Yeah. After he disappeared almost a year ago, things were never really the same…"

Hwoarang nodded; He too felt the same way.

"He was the closest thing to any sort of 'normal' I had left in my life." The red haired man hesitated, as if he were afraid to tell her the next part. "My home life has never been easy, hell it's been downright shitty, but after my parents died when I was six, he took me in and became the closest thing I had to an actual father. Even more so than my biological one."

She didn't press the issue about his real parents. She could tell by the tone in his voice that is was a delicate subject.

"And what of you? Apparently he told you about me and I haven't heard anything about you. Why? And what exactly did he say about me?" Hwoarang asked. The last sentence is what he seemed most enthused about.

"Well first off, since you seem more egger about the later, Beak Doo San would always say that you where his favorite and most cherished disciple. I will admit I was a bit jealous about how fondly he spoke of you and I knew that he didn't speak of me the same.

But he was always worried about you. It seemed that you were constantly in fights and was always on the wrong side of police. He was always wondering what you were up to when he came to give me my lessons…"

Hwoarang then began to recollect. The elder master was always worried about him; telling him to stay out of trouble and lecturing him about laws and manners. He never realized until that moment what a stupid, arrogant child he was for not seeing how much he really cared before.

"As for me" her voice brought him back to reality. "I was…always sick. That's why I never came to his classes, and he came to me. As for why he never said anything about me, my father had forbid him from telling anyone on the outside. The idea of his little girl learning a 'man's sport' was ridiculous to him, and he would be damned if anyone else knew outside the family."

"But what about now? The police know…"

"Yes they do, but the police keep it a secret from my father. As far as he knows, I'm just doing community service and picking up trash on the side of the road. He also knows that I still practice Martial Arts on my free time so he blames that on the bruises I sometimes get working with the police."

The gang leader then scrunched up his face. Why would someone go to such extremes to keep something like Martial Arts from their father….and while we're on that matter, who was her father?

"What's your name again?"

"Min…"

"No stupid, your last name."

"Oh right. It's Ha…biki. Min Habiki."

Hwoarang only grunted slightly. That didn't help at all. He had never heard of the Habiki's, he thought she came from a huge, ritzy clan like the Habusho's. If Kon Habusho was his father he wouldn't want to go against him either.

Min wondered why he had grown silent all of a sudden and decided to glace up at his face. The sight took her breath away. The setting sun made his orange hair looked as if it where bleached, giving it a bright, rich, sun kissed look. The shadows of his face where almost mysterious looking, and his, now changed, military attire made him look noble and courageous. It was as if he was a completely different person now. Could this truly been the man that dressed in biker clothes and started gang fights, and if so, then why was she just noticing it now? She had just been talking to him wasn't she? So why here? Why now? Why when he's still and silent?

"What?" His voice broke threw her surprisingly pleasant daydream.

"Huh…?" was all she could stutter out.

"You where staring at me…what? Is there something you wanted to ask?"

"O-Oh, no. Sorry." Great! He saw that she was staring!

Okay so where getting a little into the romance. Just a tad though and it's still only one sided. I want them to actually know each other before anything really happens so don't expect any mushy stuff too early in this fiction. Actually don't except anything mush gushy at all. There will of course be romance but nothing all fan-girly. So if you want mushy gushy stuff then maybe you should start reading another fic.