Okay there's nothing her to say either. Just want to give shout out to everyone reading and the few (two people) who actually review. Also to my editor: Jag, who dose an amazing job every week for me. =)

"Talking"

'Thinking'

--- = Point of view change

Disclaimer: I do not own Hwoarang.

The red haired youth slammed the phone back on its receiver. He used to have three more days on his small vacation, but the general just called reporting that he had to return today. A knock on his door broke through his angered silence, making the gang leader's mood turn even more aggravated. He stomped over and flung open the door wildly.

"WHAT!?" he yelled in a sour, booming tone.

Min looked up with a shocked expression on her face. She knew that his attitude was never really in check, but yelling like that was just plain rude.

"Well hello to you too…" She said back in a bland sort of way.

"Go away Min. I'm not in the mood right now." His voice was shallow; hopelessly trying not to yell.

He never really was in the best for mood when he was around her, but when he used that tone of voice; Min realized that he was mad at something and much more frustrating than her. Min looked up into Hwoarang's eyes; their usual sparkle with the thrill of fighting was now dull like a lifeless doll, the desire to live was gone.

"What happened?" She asked easily, quietly, as if she was stepping into uncharted and dangerous territory.

He glanced back over to the raven haired girl. Min saw his eyes debate to tell her or not.

"I don't have to explain anything to you…."

At that, he slammed the door in her face. Hwoarang pressed his back against the shut door and sighed with annoyance. Eyes closed he thought, 'I'm the leader of the most powerful gang in all of South Korea, I'm the notorious Blood Talon, and I was Beak Doo San's most favored pupil. Why should I say anything to the likes of her?! Both of us would be better off without seeing each other ever again. Yes, that it, it was time to break it off.' He had come to expect her to be at the apartment's front door every morning. The gang leader was starting to become attached and he could not be trifled with such things. Yet why does he feel like he should tell her where he was going?

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"I don't have to explain anything to you…." Then he slammed the door in her face. Min stood there dumb-founded, not really sure if what he just did really happen. But, alas, it did, and she stood alone in the horror movie hall as proof. Hwoarang had shut her out of his life once again. At first she was furious, 'How dare he shut me out? I WAS only worried about him after all' she thought. But her anger slowly melted away to understanding. She didn't know him and he didn't know her. He was absolutely right; he didn't have to explain anything. Yet why did her heart long for him to tell her?

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The Blood Talon had thrown his now clean clothes into his green camouflage duffle bag. He was dressed in his military uniform, everything from the slim armored chest plate, to the green camo steel toed boots. This whole day had been a downhill fall, and now that he was done packing, he was at the peak of his anger and slight depression.

He had never asked for any of this. Never signed up or was placed in a draft. So why does he feel like such a dog, coming to the ankles of its master whenever they called? He saw it as a sickening life, and he couldn't wait until his time of service in the military was over.

Hwoarang fought once more with the front door of his apartment complex. This act had actually made the youth even more depressed. It seemed like the door didn't want him to leave, trying its hardest to trap him inside the home that he really didn't want to leave. But it still ripped open violently, exposing his eyes to the, same as always, blazing sun. His eyes only watered like this whenever he left the apartments, and he wondered when they would be able to water like this again.

A fleeting thought crossed his mind. Hwoarang glanced quickly down to the familiar concrete steps. Half of him didn't want to see the familiar raven haired head; the other half sort of hoped that he would. But he didn't, she had gone just like he had told her too. And all of him broke down at her absence.

He walked through the crowded city streets, but even though random assorted people where pressed tightly against him, he still felt completely alone. Beak Doo San and everyone he didn't want to leave was there, but he was being forced too. Today had to, honesty, be one of the worst days of his life.

The navy ship stood proud in its dock harbor. The coal colored paint and the old South Korean flag made it look as if the old girl had seemed more than a few battles. Hwoarang wasn't exactly in the navy; they just transferred the land based soldiers from place to place.

The young red head boarded the ship and then looked out to the crowds of people. Family members stood out waving their goodbyes and the men that stood next to him waved back. Another wave of depression hit as he realized that he himself had no one to even say goodbye too. His biological family was dead, Beak Doo San was currently missing; not even his own gang was there for him. Even though he and his gang where never really that close, the only one that he was close to was Li; but Hwoarang already knew that the four eyed weapons specialist was currently running from the law. He would never be foolish enough to walk into brought daylight with a large bounty on his head. The Blood Talon was truly alone.

But then something caught his eye. In the sea of black haired Koreans, one was wearing a baggy Gi and a pair of chocolate brown eyes where focused on him.

'Min?!' He inwardly screamed. 'What the hell's she doin here?!'

Well that was a stupid question he immediately thought. He knew that she had her claws wrapped around the police forces, of course she knew that the military was leavening toady. All though he hadn't told her his unit…but then again his was the only unit out on break at this time. He should have figured that she would eventually find out what was wrong with him; she knew how much he hated this. That fact that he had canceled her out of the picture all together only diminished her abilities, and he knew that was only lowering her own codes. He personally knew any type of failure was not even in her range of vision.

She slightly nodded her head when she saw that his eyes were on hers. It was her way so saying goodbye without causing a scene. Hwoarang nodded his back, acknowledging her, and showed his own thanks. But on the inside, the gang leader swelled with a silent pride and joy. Someone had come to see him; only him and no one else. Someone had cared enough to tell him goodbye, even if she didn't know him all to well.

Alrighty that was just an awkward bridge chapter. So now we will see things from Min's home life and Hwoarang's Military life. Light will shine on a few things, exposing their truths and other things will be passed around. =)

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