A/N: Gomen nasai! I am so sorry this is almost two weeks late! *bows head in shame* I'm usually a no excuse authoress, but I was at a complete writer's block. It was one of those writer's blocks that I knew what I wanted to happen, I just couldn't figure out how to write it. I rewrote this chapter multiple times before I came up with this. I apologize, I am not the best with fighting scenes but I do try my best. I had to play Tekken 6 for hours to get this written well, much to the annoyance of my roommate. In any case, please enjoy this chapter, even though it is a little on the short side.

Jin: The authoress does not own us or Tekken 6. All she owns is Kiyoko and the plot for this fanfiction that she created.

Hwoarang: Hey! That's my job!

Jin: Serpent-san would also like to thank her three wonderful reviewers whose encouragement helped her push through this difficult chapter: Toxic City, Kandi Luva, and Sam.

Hwoarang: Urg, stop showing off and let's just start the chapter already.

"Match 1! King versus Hwoarang!"

King made a cutting gesture across his throat and gave Hwoarang a thumbs-down. In return, Hwoarang demonstrated a high kick and bowed to his opponent before falling into his fighting stance, lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Ready! FIGHT!"

Hwoarang waited, watching King patiently. He would have to be careful not to get trapped in one of King's chain throw moves. No, Hwoarang would be patient and wait for the wrestler to come into the range of his deadly kicks. He didn't have to wait long for King to charge at him. With perfect timing that would make his master proud, Hwoarang executed a devastating jumping spin kick. Before King could recover or fall to the ground, Hwoarang grabbed King's arm and used his dominant leg to flip the wrestler over his head and slam him into the ground.

Confident that the jackknife was a guaranteed knockout, Hwoarang turned to face the crowd triumphantly.

"HWOARANG! Watch out!"

Kiyoko's terrified scream alerted Hwoarang that King was still conscious. The Korean frantically spun and dodged to the left simultaneously, narrowly avoiding King's grab. Hwoarang ducked down to dodge Kings high kick and delivered two strong punches to the wrestler's stomach. In rapid succession, Hwoarang shot back to his standing positioned and kicked King in the head, effectively knocking out the stubborn wrestler.

"HWOARANG WINS!"

Kiyoko breathed a sigh of relief when Hwoarang finally beat King. She watched as the Korean taunted his unconscious opponent and left the ring. The uproar from the crown deafened Kiyoko slightly, making her subconsciously growl in annoyance. She sighed and stood up. Jin's match would start soon, but she would have to watch from a different area of the stands so she would be close to the arena for the start of her own match. She found an empty seat and got comfortable. Kiyoko was close enough to hear Jin tell Paul: "Fear the wrath of God." She gave her master an odd look, but it quickly disappeared when a certain fiery Korean took a seat beside her.

"Good match, Hwoarang," she praised him, rewarding him with her smile.

"Thanks," he said enthusiastically, "Are you ready for your match?"

Kiyoko shrugged, "I'm going up against what's basically a wooden training dummy that can move on its own. How hard can it be?"

Hwoarang gave her a warning look, "Don't underestimate Mokujin."

"I won't, but I'm just a beginner. I'm not going to get far in this tournament anyway."

Hwoarang laughed. Kiyoko would enter one of the deadliest tournaments in the world for fun. This girl was something else.

"JIN KAZAMA WINS!"

Kiyoko's eyes snapped away from Hwoarang; Jin finished his match so quickly. Paul was sprawled out on the ground, his arm sticking out at an odd angle that made Kiyoko's stomach churn. Hwoarang saw the hesitation in her eyes. He reached out and gently touched her shoulder, drawing Kiyoko's attention back to him. His lips brushed her softly before quickly drawing away.

"Good luck," he said gruffly, not looking her in the eyes.

A faint blush appeared on both their faces.

"Thank you, Hwoarang," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek before darting down to the ring to start her match.

"Match 3! Kiyoko versus Mokujin!"

Kiyoko bowed to the wooden figured exactly like Hwoarang bowed to King and fell into her ready stance. Unlike Hwoarang, she was deathly still instead of bouncing on her feet. Mokujin sprung to life and crossed its arms, giving the impression that it was glaring at her. It then fell into a mirror image of her stance, making Kiyoko blink in confusion. Mokujin wasn't imitating Hwoarang, but her? Yet it was not quite her.

Kiyoko shook her head in attempt to resist the oncoming wave of dizziness; thinking about this too in depth seconds before the fight was confusing her.

"Ready! FIGHT!"

"That's odd," Hwoarang muttered to himself, watching Mokujin's opening stance.

Kiyoko didn't respond to Mokujin's taunt, instead watching the wooden dummy silently. Mokujin charged the young woman. Kiyoko leapt into the air, placing her hands on Mokujin's shoulders to flip herself over the dummy and kick it in the back. The force of the kick to Mokujin's torso sent it sprawling to the floor. Kiyoko's head snapped up, her eyes scanning the crowd. When their eyes met, Hwoarang flinched. The usual sparkle that appeared in her bright blue eyes every time she looked at him had been replaced with a cold, indifferent look. What hurt the most was the lack of recognition that had settled in her eyes when she saw him.

"Kiyoko?" he whispered, "What's happening to you?"

" Suppressed memories."

"Kazama?" Hwoarang sputtered, almost falling off of his seat, "What are you talking about?"

The brooding Japanese man gave him a look but explained anyway, "Kiyoko does not have any memories of who she was before she came to…work for me. All she knew was her name. Forgotten memories usually come back to people with time. I imagine something Mokujin did triggered part of who she used to be that was hidden deep within her subconscious."

"Who did she use to be?"

Jin tilted his head in thought, "Now that, I do not know."

"KIYOKO WINS!"

The two men looked back towards the ring. The defeated Mokujin was being carried out by the medical team. Hwoarang strained to see the look in Kiyoko's eyes; would he see the Kiyoko he had come to know there? Or was she gone?

Where was she?

Kiyoko looked around, in a daze. She was in a field of fire lilies, her favorite flower. She had never seen this place before. Who did those flowers remind her of? She couldn't remember.

"Hello Kiyoko."

She spun around and came face to face with…herself. It was like looking into a mirror. She was standing across from a young woman with ink black hair, cut to her shoulders and into layers that framed her face. The young woman's face and Kiyoko's own were identical, down to the last detail. The only difference was their eyes. The woman's bright blue eyes contained a cold glint mixed with a merciless look.

"Who are you?"

"I am you."

A/N: Eek! Don't kill me for the cliffhanger I left you with! Was this chapter worth the wait? I hope so! I worked really hard on it. Once again, sorry it's so short, but this was a great place to end. Please Review! I'll love you fooooorever if you do! :D

Note: The song title, Remenissions, is not misspelled nor is it made up. It is another Avenged Sevenfold song. The basic idea of the song is about the importance of memories. Though there is a lot more in the song itself, that is the reason why I chose this title. Particularly for the following two lines from the lyrics: "A good friend once told me we are our memory/without it we equal nothing." Just wanted to clear that up. Don't forget to review!