A/N: Sorry its late! I've been sick for the past few days :( I hope you like the next installment of A Little Piece of Heaven!
Hwoarang: The authoress does not own Tekken or any of the characters seen in this fanfiction except for Kiyoko so please don't sue her
Kiyoko stepped out of the limo with Jin in utter awe. She was dressed in her new gift, the martial arts gi from Jin. Her eyes swept the area, taking in everything. They entered through a huge Japanese style gate into a large courtyard. Directly ahead of them was a gate that matched the first. Kiyoko could see half of the stadium from where she was. The stands where she would be rose above a large concrete arena. To the left of arena entrance was a small building situated under the bleachers with a sign on it. Kiyoko squinted but she still couldn't make out what was written on it. To her right were a plethora of tables set up for different companies and programs.
"Stay here. I'll be right back," Jin said before disappearing off to her left.
Kiyoko nodded absentmindedly, still lost in the magic of actually being at a King of the Iron Fist Tournament.
"Either sign up for the tournament or get out of my way, little girl," a cool voice floated into Kiyoko's reverie.
"I thought the tournament was invitation only," Kiyoko snapped, turning to look at the owner of the voice.
The tall, dark haired Middle Eastern woman just smirked in amusement, "Invitations are sent out to worthy fighters but anyone is able to enter."
She brushed past Kiyoko, her short skirt swaying as she walked away in the direction that Jin had gone. Kiyoko bristled, glaring daggers into her the back of the woman's head. She looked around to make sure that Jin wasn't coming back and went to the sign in table that her sharp eyes caught that was tucked in a far corner.
"I'd like to register for the tournament."
The attendant handed her an application that she filled out quickly. Returning it she asked, "Is that all I have to do?"
"Yes. Your name will be added to the list of participants and you will be slotted in your first match when everyone else is."
Kiyoko muttered her thanks and turned around to go back where she was told to wait. She barely made it back in time before Jin returned from signing in. She gave him an innocent smile, hoping she didn't look suspicious. Thankfully he didn't seem to notice.
"Jin-sama, who all is going to be in the tournament?"
"There aren't many last minute registers so this tournament is actually going to consist of mostly the same people as always," Jin explained to her.
"KIYOKO!"
Both Jin and Kiyoko turned to see Hwoarang pushing through the crowd of people trying to get to the two of them. He was once again dressed in his pure white gi, making him stand out from the people around him.
"Nice gi Kiyoko, planning to fight?" Hwoarang teased when he saw her completely, "Where did you get it?"
"Jin-sama got it for me," she answered, smacking him on the arm lightly, "Don't patronize me!"
"Well Kazama might have some good taste after all," the Korean said, looking Kiyoko up and down, making her squirm under his gaze.
Jin cleared his throat, causing Kiyoko turn a deep shade of red.
"Anyway, I got you this. Your bangs always seemed to get in your way and, as luck would have it, it matches you new gi," Hwoarang continued, handing her a silver headband.
"Thank you Hwoarang," she said with that small smile, wrapping his arms around his waist in a tentative hug.
He smiled and returned her hug enthusiastically, breaking it off only when he saw Jin glaring at him from over Kiyoko's shoulder. The Korean resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at the silent Japanese man. The whole exchange between the two men wasn't noticed by Kiyoko, who was putting the headband on in the same fashion that Hwoarang wore his.
"WELCOME ALL TO THE SIXTH KING OF THE IRON FIST TOURNAMENT HOSTED BY THE GENEROUS JIN KAZAMA! FIGHTERS! PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE BACK ROOM FOR THE MATCHUPS!"
"You better cheer for me, Kiyoko!" Hwoarang said, giving her another hug before he jogged off.
"Jin-sama?"
Jin turned back to the young woman with a raised eyebrow.
"Can I come to the back room? I just want to watch," Kiyoko asked innocently.
"If you wish."
Kiyoko did a mental happy dance and followed Jin to the back room. So far Jin didn't know that she was fighting, but she wasn't too sure how she could keep that secret from him.
Kiyoko was unbelievably lucky today. Jin had been called away to business right after he was matched up against Paul Phoenix. That just left her to deal with Hwoarang finding out and being absolutely against it.
"Match 3 will be Kiyoko versus Mokujin. Match 4 will-"
"WHAT?"
The announcer looked over at the Korean that interrupted him, "Sir, is there a problem?"
"No," Hwoarang muttered, turning his attention to search the crowd for her.
His gaze fell on her, eyes narrowing dangerously. Kiyoko just gave her tutor a sheepish smile, edging towards the door discretely. The redheaded Korean was by her side in a flash with a firm hold on her arm.
"What's going on?"
"Well this woman taunted me and said that I could sign up for the tournament so I did. I know I'm probably not gonna get past the first round, but I just want to try."
"Kiyoko, do you know how dangerous this tournament is? People get seriously hurt!"
"I'll be fine! Why are you so worried?"
Hwoarang gave her a look, making her continue, "I promise I'll be careful and if I get in trouble, I'll forfeit."
Hwoarang sighed reluctantly when he saw that eager look in her eyes. He could never say no to her when she got like that, "Does Kazama know?"
"…not exactly."
"What are you going to do when he finds out? You know he's not going to want his maid fighting in such a dangerous tournament."
Kiyoko looked down, avoiding eye contacting with the Korean. He still didn't know that Kiyoko was basically Jin's slave and just how big of a risk this was on her part.
"I'll cross that road when I come to it. You're the first match, right? Who are you fighting? And doesn't your match start soon?"
Hwoarang laughed and replied, "It doesn't start for a few more minutes. I was paired against King."
"MATCH 1 IS ABOUT TO START! FIGHTERS TO THE ARENA!"
"Damn! Wish me luck!"
"Good luck, Hwoarang," Kiyoko said to the fleeing back of the fiery Korean, following him slowly to watch his match.
Jin's match was right after Hwoarang's, so theoretically he could miss her match. With some luck of her own, she might just be able to pull this off.
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