Chapter 6: Destination Unknown
I bought myself a plane ticket to Tokyo that was to leave two days later. It was now or never – No time to have second thoughts about going to the Fourth Iron First Tournament. There was a mix of emotions building up inside of me, nervousness, guilt and eagerness. I was defying my father, ignoring his orders of me to stay here. Was this an impulsive move by me? Most definitely - But I couldn't stop myself, I needed to go.
I informed my work that I was taking a short holiday. I claimed I would be back within two weeks, but I had a hunch that it might take longer.
On the day of the flight, I distracted myself by getting my hair done. I didn't want to drastically change my hair; I grew to love my silver long hair and I didn't want to get rid of the color or the length. The hairdresser suggested I try out dye-tip ends.
"Purple, I would love purple."I voiced.
Seeing my finished hair, I immediately adored the lavender that stained the silver on my wavy locks.
I did my last-minute checks and now I was on my way to the airport. It was becoming real - I was actually going through this. I'm going to Japan, alone, into the unknown. After a 16 hour flight from Bahamas, to a connecting flight from New York to Tokyo. I made it to my destination.
I arrived in Tokyo mid-afternoon. I settled myself into my accommodation I acquired. My room had such a beautiful view, the city looked gigantic. I was in awe over the fact that I was witnessing such beauty right in front of me. My admiration for the city made me forget the initial idea of why I actually came to Japan in the first place - the tournament was the last thing on my mind.
After taking a brief nap due to jet lag kicking in, I decided to explore the city. The first thing that came to mind was to check out a nightclub. I dressed up for the occasion, putting on a black sequins cap sleeve, low scoop back, mini dress. I put on my favourite, black ankle boots to go with the dress.
After circling the block, I came across a Night Club that wasn't too far off from the hotel. I stepped in into the club and greeted to a DJ and a dance floor full of people. No surprise since it was a nightclub. First thing I did was head over to the bar to order my first drink. My Japanese was rusty, so I attempted to order a drink.
"O o-ne-gai shimas... "(I'll have) "spakuringu wain o botoru de"(A glass of sparkling wine)
The bartender gave me a look at my poor attempt of Japanese. "It's alright, Miss, you can order in English if you wish."
My face flared up in embarrassment. My Japanese couldn't have been that bad, I thought to myself. I received my glass and I gulped it down in one go to calm my uneasiness. I called upon the same bartender again and ordered a tequila sunrise in English this time around.
I sat on a bar stool, studying the people who were there. It came to a sudden realization that I was here alone and I knew no one. I took out my phone from my clutch bag and looked through my contacts. I saw my father's name and highlighted his name. I deliberated the idea of calling Lee, since he didn't know I was in Japan. My train of thought broke when someone approached me. I looked up to meet eyes with a Korean man with auburn hair, pulled back by goggles, dark green jeans with leather and a dark blue singlet top, highlighting his broad chest.
"Why, hello there." The Korean said to me whilst winking at me.
I looked in confusion at the man, looking around to see if he was talking to someone else. "Uhh... Hi?"
The Korean man sat on the empty stole that was across from me. "Let me introduce myself, my name is Hwoarang."
The name seemed so familiar - I knew I heard it from somewhere. I just couldn't put my finger on it.
"How do you spell that?"I quipped up, slightly baffled at my question. Who seriously, asks that question when a guy tells them their name. He probably thinks I'm a crazy woman who already is planning their wedding.
Hwoarang raised his eyebrow at my awkward question. He then obliged with an answer. "H-W-O-A-R-A-N-G"
I didn't expect him to answer my foolish question. "Oh, that's... "I had to stop myself from saying anything else stupid. "My name is Viola, Viola Rose."I extended my hand for him to shake.
Hwoarang stealthy clasped his hand over mine and lowered his head to kiss the back of my hand. My heart raced at his soft touch.
"What's your deal?"Hwoarang's dark eyes locked into mine.
Hwoarang's asking me that question took me by surprise. In retrospect, everyone has a deal but not many outright ask that question when they first meet someone.
I laughed nervously. "My deal?"I repeated the question to confirm what Hwoarang asked.
"You look like a fighter, all fighters have a deal. You should know a new King of Iron Fist Tournament is underway. And I've seen the range of fighters who have entered, so I wouldn't be shocked if you were one of the participants."Hwoarang carelessly shrugged his shoulders.
How did Hwoarang figure out I was some kind of a fighter, did I give obvious signals? I shifted in my seat, taking a sip of my drink and then responded to Hwoarang's observation. "Well I'm not a participant, but I am a fighter. I'm just merely observing."
As I said that, my mind clicked. I remembered why Hwoarang was so familiar; he was a participant in the previous tournament. I recall seeing him on the T.V and proclaiming he was cute when I first saw him. Just my luck, the first fighter I bump into is the one I thought was attractive. I took a gulp of my drink, now trying to hide my growing smirk.
Hwoarang raised one of his eyebrows at me. " I've never heard about a fighter just observing the tournament."
I had another swig of my drink, finishing it off. I couldn't hear Hwoarang's last statement due to the loud music drowning out his voice. I softly smiled at Hwoarang, touching the rim of my empty glass - I could feel the slight effects of the alcohol kicking in. I stood up from the stool, leaning in closer towards his ear.
"I'm going to leave."I said into his ear.
Hwoarang unexpectedly grabbed my wrist and stood up. He leaned towards me to say something to me. "I have a motorcycle, I can take you somewhere else if you wish."
I smirked to myself and nodded. Hwoarang wrapped his arm around my shoulder and lead me towards the exit to the outside. I had completely forgotten it was much cooler outside. I wrapped my arms around myself to keep my body heat. Hwoarang passed me a leather jacket to put on to wear on the motorcyle.
"I see how you can pick up a lot of women."I coyly said putting on the jacket.
Hwoarang grinned at me, now sitting on the motorcycle waiting for me to jump on. I climbed on behind him, wrapping my arms around his able-bodied waist. We drove off into the night, experiencing the gorgeous city of Tokyo. The more time I spent with Hwoarang, I felt more at ease being in Japan. It was like we were long-time friends seeing each other again after so long. We talked about everything under the sun, what we liked, what we hated. There was no judgement.
It was almost dawn and Hwoarang dropped me off at the hotel I was staying at. Without hesitation, I invited Hwoarang up into my room. I know I just met this man, but the amount of time I spent with him, we grew an instant bond. Before I could swipe the card to open the door, Hwoarang pushed me to frame of the door and kissed me. It was so intense; I felt my knees get weak. I grabbed the back of his head while his tongue intertwined with mine. I moved to my side, letting go of the kiss to concentrate opening the door. The door unlocked, Hwoarang pushed me into the room by kissing me again with such passion.
I let go of the kiss panting to speak. "Do you thin-"
Hwoarang put a finger on my lips to shush me. "No speaking"
Hwoarang unzipped the back of my dress and I followed, now taking off his top. We took each other's clothes off one by one until we were stark naked. Hwoarang pushed me into the bed and had his way with me down south. I clasped the sheets underneath me, softly moaning to Hwoarang's tongue and fingers having their way with me. After reaching my first climax, I turned over to my stomach and bending over, allowing Hwoarang to enter me. His thrusts were slow at first but he picked up the pace. I rested my head on my extended arms. I moaned with delight.
During our course of lovemaking, we changed positions a few times. I was on top; I was at the bottom, each others side. The intensity put me in a state of euphoria. We were close to our climaxes, while he thrust into me with rapid motions, with me on my back. I reached my climax and Hwoarang released himself into my enclosure. We collapsed next to each other. I leaned in and softly kissed Hwoarang on the lips and rested my head on his chest. We fell asleep shortly after.
The sun blazed into the room when I regained consciousness from my slumber. I raised my upper body up, forgetting that Hwoarang was underneath me, sound asleep. I almost forgot that I spent the night with Hwoarang and I was still naked from our night of lovemaking. I pushed myself off the bed and grabbed a bath robe that was in my opened suitcase.
I walked over to the small kitchen and made myself a cup of extra strong coffee. I turned on the TV and flicked channels until something caught my attention. The coffee hadn't quite kicked in yet but I recognized the face on my screen - It was Lee, purple-haired Lee with Combot. I sat on the single sofa couch and crossed my legs, looking at the TV screen attentively. I gathered that Lee was calling himself Violet and that he had entered Combot into the tournament.
I was so intent in watching the TV, I didn't realize that Hwoarang had woken up and magically dressed to leave. "I've got to get going..."
I looked up at Hwoarang, uncrossing my legs and getting off the chair. "Going already?" I asked in disappointment.
"My next tournament match in an hour, and I have to be there." He brushed his hand through his auburn hair. He started to walk towards the door and rose up his hand to wave. "Later."
"What, that's it?" I harshly asked. Was I some kind of one night stand to him? I felt furious.
"Look, I enjoyed hanging out with you but I can't buddy up with anyone. I have other matters to deal with; such has defeating that emo boy, Jin Kazama once and for all." Hwoarang crossed his arms making a smug face turning to me.
The name Jin piqued my interest. I remembered that his father, Kazuya Mishima was the adoptive brother of my father. So technically, Jin was my cousin even though it wasn't by blood relation. But, I couldn't think about Jin or any of the Mishima's, I couldn't get distracted.
"Right." I answered with resent. I was a cheap fling to him, I should have known. How could I have been so stupid?
"I'll call you." Hwoarang moved in closer to me and kissed me on the forehead. I watched him open the door and leave the room, closing the door behind him. His statement confused me, how he would 'call me', but I still was upset over the fact that he just left. But I knew that I couldn't get too attached to anyone here, it wasn't the right idea.
I sighed, returning to my cup of coffee and turning back to the TV. I continued watching my father being interviewed.
A/N: This chapter took longer than expected! I had to carefully plan this one because I was moving on to the centre of the fic. I also needed to portray Hwoarang to his likeness and not go overly Mary-Sue with my character with him. And if you can notice, I bumped to the rating up to M, instead of T.