A/N: Welcome to the next installment of A Little Piece of Heaven :) Thanks for sticking with me so far! You finally get to see a little bit of Hwoarang/Kiyoko interaction in this chapter. I apologize that it is moving slow but I promise its going to get real good real soon! I want to thank my awesome friend L-chan for proofing the chapters before I put them up and reassuring me that they make sense.

On a sidenote: I realize that the POV shifts can get a little confusing so just to clear it up, if it is EVER in first person (I, me, etc), it is Kiyoko. Otherwise the rest of this is in third person POV.

One more thing: As for now, this story is rated T. There may be a chapter or two later down the road that changes that but I haven't decided yet so I'm going to keep it the way it is. IF there is an M rated chapter, it will not be necessary to the plot so you may skip it if you don't want to read smut.

Hwoarang: Are you done? ...finally! The authoress does not own Tekken or any of the characters that make appearances in this story except for Kiyoko. A Little Piece of Heaven is for entertainment purposes only. I'm finally in this one so it'll be way better than the other with just Kazama.

Jin: ...

Serpent: Annnnyways...let's get started before there's a fight between two of my main characters! Enjoy!

Hwoarang glared at the letter in his hand. His limited knowledge of the Japanese language only allowed him to read the name it was addressed to: 風間人 (Kazama Jin). Hwoarang grumbled again. How did he get stuck delivering his rival's invitation letter to the sixth King of the Iron Fist Tournament? He couldn't even remember.

That's how the red-headed Korean ended up at the door of a surprisingly small house on the outskirts of town. He sighed and brought his hand up to rap on the door. Shuffling was heard and the door opened to reveal a young woman. She looked up at him with curious blue eyes.

Hwoarang was baffled. Maybe he was at the wrong house? He just couldn't picture the dark, brooding man living with a woman.

"My name is Hwoarang, I'm looking for Ji-"

"Hwoarang? Of the Iron Fist Tournament?" the woman interrupted excitedly, her eyes shining in wonder.

Hwoarang grinned good naturedly and answered proudly, "Yup, that's me."

"I adore your fighting style! If I could fight, I would want to learn something extremely close to your taekwondo. I've always wanted to see you in action!"

"Whoa slow down now. This is Jin Kazama's house, right?"

The woman nodded enthusiastically, her mind obviously still on him and his fighting style.

"You live with Kazama and you don't know how to fight?" the red head asked in surprise.

Much to Hwoarang's disappointment, the woman's expression fell. She looked at the ground in embarrassment and muttered, "I am Jin-sama's...maid."

Hwoarang looked unconcerned and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Well if you have free time, I could teach you how to fight."

The woman mirrored his bright smile, cheering up instantly, "Would you really?"

"Sure, are you free Saturday?" When he received an affirmative nod, he continued, "Meet me here at noon."

He pulled a scrap of paper from one of the many pockets on his jeans and scribbled a location down. He handed it to her as well as the letter with the request to give it to Kazama.

"It was nice to meet you..."Hwoarang trailed off.

"Kiyoko."

"Kiyoko," he said with a smile, "I'll see you Saturday."

Kiyoko bowed and shut the door quietly as Hwoarang turned to leave.

"Who was at the door?"

Kiyoko spun in surprise, "Jin-sama!"

Jin had a "who else" look on his face, but it quickly faded. He looked at her expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"Someone dropped this off for you," she replied, handing him what Hwoarang gave her.

Jin took the letter and opened it, his dark eyes scanning the page. He didn't look surprised; to Kiyoko he actually looked rather unenthusiastic.

"Jin-sama?" she ventured, daring to pull him out of his thoughts.

"I've been invited to participate in the sixth King of the Iron Fist Tournament. I-" he trailed off when he saw the expression on her face.

"Can I go with you?"

"If you wish," Jin replied, "I was going to ask you what you wanted to do."

"I hate to be asking for any more favors, but can I have this Saturday off?" Kiyoko asked sheepishly.

"Sure," he agreed, rereading his letter.

"Thank you Jin-sama!"

The silent man blinked in surprise when Kiyoko threw her arms around him in a spontaneous hug.

"I'll go make your lunch," she said with a wide grin before running off presumably to the kitchen on the far side of the house.

He shook his head, the corners of his lips twitching slightly upward. That girl was something else.

Ok so I said I was going to make Jin's lunch like it was something difficult: rice and water. I scooped the rice out of the steamer into one of the many plain bowls from the cabinets. Before I left the kitchen I grabbed a pair of chopsticks and a glass of cool water. I was going to have to carry the meal and open a multitude of doors without spilling anything to get to the dojo where Jin spent his afternoons practicing. Why the kitchen was the furthest room from his training area, I would never know. Balancing the food precariously, I pushed the door open to the dojo.

I watched in silence as Jin finished an intricate combo with a powerful roundhouse kick that caused the punching bag he was practicing on to swing violently.

"Jin-sama, that was amazing," I muttered when I was sure he was finished, finally moving to set his food down on the table off to the side.

"It was sloppy," Jin said coldly, kneeling on the cushion by the table to eat.

I conceded, not willing to argue after Jin had given me so much freedom recently, "Do you need anything else?"

"That is all, you're dismissed."

I bowed slightly and left Jin to his thoughts and his meal. I usually had a lot of free time during the day. Over the many months I had worked and lived with Jin, I had found many ways to keep myself entertained. Among all of my hobbies, my favorite was going through the books in the small library that Jin gave me permission to use. I was currently reading a great book about romance and adventure, which was really tempting me to stop by the library to continue the tale. Instead, I resisted and bypassed the library, heading for my room. I needed to find something suitable to wear for Saturday.

I opened my closet and inspected my clothes. I sighed; I didn't have much…no surprise there. I finally decided on a pair of black athletic shorts and a white tank top. Maybe after I practiced with Hwoarang I could come back home through town and look at some of the wares the travelling merchants had.

I smiled to myself; I was so excited. This week was going to take forever.

She couldn't remember why she was running, but she was terrified out of her right mind. She could hear the baying of vicious dogs in the distance and, from the sound of it; they were slowly gaining on her.

"Damn you Kazuya, you unholy bastard," she snarled, all while dodging trees and other obstacles the forest could provide.

More curses streamed from her chapped lips when the ground suddenly flew out from under her. She groaned and gripped her ankle, testing the extent of the injury she had just received. She didn't have time to get back up before the dogs descended upon her…

I jolted awake, sweat dripping down my face. What a strange dream…and that poor woman. My imagination was going haywire as Saturday grew closer. In just a few hours, I would be meeting Hwoarang. I smiled and rolled over in my bed, pushing the strange dream out of my mind. I snuggled back into my sheets and blanket before letting sleep take me once again.

A/N: That completes this chapter. And if you haven't noticed yet, the chapters are being named after songs by Avenged Sevenfold (as well as the title of the story itself). Many thanks to their amazing genius because I could not come up with something so clever. Now that is all cleared up, please review! :) Peace out.