Sorry about this chapter being so late. My life has been zooming by me and I can't stop it….no matter how much I want to stop it. So yeah, here's this chapter and the next on won't be about for another 2-3 weeks. Finals are coming up and I just don't have the time right now to write a new chapter. Thank you for you cooperation and I hope you enjoy the chapter. Oh yeah one more thing…It's my birthday today. =D (12/10) I'm a legal adult now….I feel old.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

- - - = point of view change

I do not own Hwoarang no matter how much I wish I did.

He was gone… he was really gone. She didn't exactly know why she missed him so much, from the very beginning she knew that he would be leavening soon, but since he left three day early; she kind of felt cheated out of time with-

"Ah!! What are you saying! Get a hold of yourself!! He's nothing but a self-centered jerk!! He could probably care less if I were in his life or not, he's more than likely happier now that I'm gone!"

"Who's a jerk?"

Min snapped open her eyes to a woman who was sitting beside her. She had jet black hair and a slanted face that made her look like she was about to take advantage of someone; this was Min's older sister, Mai. Mai was an evil, swindling thing, always getting close to people just so she could have the joy of stabbing them in them back. Her favorite choice of prey just-so-happened to be her little sister Min. The raven haired Tae Kwon Do master had not known that she was talking out loud. Something like that Mai could use against her. Min remained quiet at Mai's question.

"You had better start talking little one…or else father will be hearing about your little after school activities. I wonder how he will take it, his youngest child lying that is. Oh I can see the headlines now. Kon Habusho kills his youngest. Sources say that she told him that she was doing community service, when really she was going behind his back on the one rule he had for her…."

Min looked up in shock. There was no bout about it. Mai's wicked black eyes projected that she knew about Min sneaking away to help the police.

"He's no one." Min broke.

"Oh, 'no one' huh? He must be a someone for you to start talking out loud to yourself. You do remember what father has for our futures-"

"I already told you, HE'S NO ONE!"

"Now, now. Why is my little girl yelling at her older sibling? I've told you before, it's not very lady like!" Mai said in a mocking tone. Min's attitude quickly changed from anger to a respectable fear. Min and Mai's father had broken up the two at the sound of Min's flustered voice.

He was tall and blocky; his large muscles where clearly visible even in his lose fitting clothes. His black hair was buzzed cut, and his black eyes looked like tiny peas in his rock hard face. Their father was a huge face in the businesses all around Korea, and his hostile attitude was legendary; Kon Habusho. Min had told Hwoarang that she was a Habiki, but it was nothing more than a lie. She felt bad about it of course, but people don't take too kindly to her family and she was afraid that he would want nothing to do with her if she had told him the truth.

"Now what are you two fighting about this time?" Their father's deep voice boomed.

"Nothing sir…" Min said quickly but her heat began to race at Mai's silence. Her older sibling had a lot of dirt on her; one slip could get Min sent straight into their father's rage.

"Nothing sir." She finally said quietly. Min let out a silent sigh in her relief. Their father nodded his head to the two girls, accepting their apologies. He then went on about his business, finding his other needs much more important.

"You had better now be wrapped around my finger for that." Said Mai coolly.

"I don't have to be wrapped around anything that has to do with you!" Min snapped back.

"Oh really, well I'm sure father wouldn't mind hearing about your little secret life-"

"Go head, call him back. I dare you! I'm sure father would just love to hear about you!"

Mai narrowed her snakelike eyes. "You know nothing about me…." She sneered.

"Oh no? Well then I guess I must have imagined that rich yellow haired man you where running around with last week. And hear I thought your fiancé was a brown haired Korean-"

"You shut you dirty little mouth!"

"Hey, hey, what in the world are you two fighting about now?"

This time it was Hano who interrupted instead of their father. Hano was Min and Mai's older brother, the eldest of the three children, and heir to the family's company. He was tall with a lean muscle mass, spiky black hair, dark chocolate almond shaped eyes, and his strong jaw line made him a frequently sought after husband. But more importantly, Hano was always on Min's side and always defended her from their father and Mai.

Mai sneered at her brother. "I'll be back when he isn't around…." She threatened. But Min wasn't taken back any. Mai got up quickly and walked down the hall as briskly as she could. The soft thud of her heels where the only thing that could be heard in their wake.

"What was that all about?" Hano asked when he was positive that they where alone.

"Nothing just uhh…'girl talk'" Hano gave her a look; telling her that he didn't believe it for a second.

"What? Where both girls and we were talking, it's a perfectly logical answer. Besides what are you even doing here? Shouldn't you be in the next city over negotiating some big business deal?"

"Yeah but they closed out early so I got to come back home two days before I was supposed to….and I found some interesting information that I think that you might like."

He pulled a folded up bulletin from his coat pocket and handed it to his sister. It was just a small rectangle, the size of a half sheet of paper, something that would have been pinned up on a corkscrew board on the middle of a town; although what was on it grabbed her attention. "The King of Iron Fist Tournament 4" was written on big red letters across the front. "Starting in three months, September. Hosted by the Mishima family." Was written in smaller red letters underneath.

"There's no way that I'll be able to attend this Hano and besides-" She stopped herself abruptly and read the flyer once again. "Kazama…as in Jin Kazama?"

"Yeah, Jin Kazama…do you know him or something?"

"No, I don't. But someone I know does, and they have a HUGE score to settle."

Min got up and ran down the hall as fast as her summer kimono, that she had gotten on her last birthday straight from Japan, would allow her. The Asian dress itself wasn't much, nothing fancy like she had seen all those Geisha wear, but it made her look slightly retarded trying to run in it. But she didn't care; this was important and had to be sent out as soon as possible! He had only mentioned it once but Hwoarang had a tie with Jin a few years back and had a major bone to pick with him. He hadn't had a chance to yet, but now he did. Maybe at this tournament he could fight Jin and solve all of his problems with the Japanese youth. She could finally help him; she could finally make him happy.

But why did she even care? She didn't know him, just like he didn't know her. She would make him smile, what's the point? Why did visions of him happy make her stomach start doing summersaults and a faint blush appear in her checks? Min shook her head of these ridiculous thoughts. He doesn't make her happy, and it was stupid that she had even considered that!

Yet she still folded the notice into a small envelope and scribbled his military base address onto the front. She snuck out to her mailbox and swiftly jammed it in. The raven haired girl wasn't allowed to do this little act, and if caught would be punished severely, so he had better be grateful for this! But even so, not counting her awkward and confused feeling for him, he still deserved to know….right?

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"Ahhhh!" Hwoarang ground loudly. It had been two weeks since he left his home town.

He thought that they where at least going to battle…but nooooo! All they've been doing is training in some old mill. The drills were supposed to be real life simulations, but they reminded him of lazar tag more than anything else.

The red haired man had just gotten out of his daily shower. He wasn't exactly supposed to take it until his drills where done, but since he wasn't going to do anymore he figured that now would be a good of a time as any to take it. Hwoarang lay to the hard cot that provided not only as his bed but his whole living space. His eyes lay on nothing in particular but the rusted metal that seemed to be everywhere in the mill, when he started to think about the life he left behind. His gang, Li, the crowded city streets,…Min. He was confused about why he thought of her. Even though it wasn't very often, it still boggled him why she seemed to enter his mind in the first place. He didn't know her that well, hell he only saw her for three days. He didn't know her at all. But still he felt as if she was the only one would be able to understand anything about him.

Hwoarang sighed loudly as if trying to wash the thoughts from his mind. They where ridiculous and wanting to see her once aging was just as stupid. They would never see each other again and hoping they would, would only be cruel and unusual self punishment. She didn't need him in her life anyhow. She actually had a future while his was pretty much already planed out. They were on two different side of the street, she was heading north; while he was heading south. He would only bring unhappiness to her if he would have stuck around anyways.

"Hey carrot top! You got mail!"

Hwoarang sighed again, but this time out of annoyance. That stupid nickname would be the only thing that made him return his hair to it natural black color.

"How many times do I have ta tell ya! My hair is RED not ORANGE!!!" The youth snapped as he ripped the small envelope from the mail carrier's hand.

"Looks orange to me…" Hwoarang herd the mail carrier mutter while he flashes a cheesy grin and left the room.

Hwoarang flopped back down on his rock like bedding when he realized that the letter was from his home town. He ripped it open with haste, not even catching who had actually sent it. The Blood Talon unfolded the thick paper and his eye lit up as they scanned the notice for the next tournament and that Jin Kazama's family would be hosting it.

His heart seemed to beat for the first time in months, his blood finally stirring, washing away the cobwebs that inhabited his veins, to this new challenge. He would at last get his revenge on the pompous Japanese and restore his own honor. A smirk stretched across the Koreans lips as his eyes darkened with the thrill of the upcoming battle.

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It had now been a week since she had sent Hwoarang the tournament bulletin; and three weeks since he had left. But it wasn't like she was keeping track, waiting for a response or anything. She tried to stay focused on the TV that she and Mai where currently watching; although it proved difficult as her mind kept blipping in and out of reality. What was on was nothing more than the "green peace" channel. A devoted station to how the human race was destroying the world with every day things. Mai only liked to watch it to make fun of those "love everybody idiots" as she so eloquently put it. Min had actually agreed with her on that but decided to stay quiet. She'd be damned if someone found out that her and her hateful sister had anything in common.

A news bulletin then flashed up on the screen; making Mai jump and Min snap back on to what was actually happening on the TV screen. "Breaking News on the lives of the military!" The male's voice boomed threw the speakers.

"On the military training camp on Kwashi Island a young soldier is fleeing from his site. The squad was 'supposedly' practicing training simulations, but if that where the case then why is this young man running? But that raises the question: what is really going on, on Kwashi Island. We take you now to the Island where our team has the latest feed. Minoku."

The screen then flashed to a woman on a tidy business suit. Her face round and swollen looking. A lonely mill lay isolated on a deserted pile of dirt. "Here we are live on Kwashi Island where the young solder is-Ah!" A blazing fast crotch rocket had just zoomed past the camera man, causing the reporter and the camera man to fly back, leaving nothing but a trail of dirt in its trail. When the sight came back the crock rocket was barreling threw obstacle after obstacle, flipping and grinding along its appeasers. The revving engine could be herd for miles away and the military's other vehicles nipping at its heels.

Both of the girls had their eyes glued to the sight as the young man, ramped the two wheeled machine off the side of the island and landed securely on a one way towing boat. It was too easy, and it clearly stated that the whole escape had been planed out from the start.

The man sat easy for the first time, finally still. Mai wonder who that ravening young dare devil could be, But Min had completely stopped breathing. The picture wasn't that clear, and he was too far away to see any distinctness in his face. But one thing Min could see for sure. This young man, who had just ran away from the military and was now wanted by the Korean government, had short, spiky red hair.