A/N: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU CONTINUE WITH THIS CHAPTER! Everything in italics is happening in Kiyoko's mind. When you get to dialog in bold AND italics, it is a voiceover narrative by Kiyoko's past self. If you are in the italics section and there is a portion that is NOT in italics, it is something from the real world that has reached Kiyoko's mind. OK! Now that that's all explained, please enjoy this chapter!

Hwoarang: The authoress does not own Tekken or the characters that make an appearance in this, except for Kiyoko and her family. Good luck reading this chapter, it can be confusing.

"Why are the fire lilies here?" Kiyoko asked her other self.

The woman tilted her head and replied, "They are to remind you of someone you met that you never want to forget. You must have met this person when you were living in the world without your memories. The flowers are your subconscious way of telling you not to forget the person, even when you get all of your memories back."

"He must be important," Kiyoko muttered to herself.

The woman raised an eyebrow, "How do you know it's a man?"

Kiyoko touched her lips softly and replied, "I just know. Now why are we here? And speaking of which, where is here?"

"We are in the Field of Memories."

"Sounds poetic, how very unlike me," Kiyoko groaned.

A small smile graced the woman's lips, "Seems like some things never change."

Kiyoko looked around. The Field of Memories was really calming. There was a river to her right that gave off a muffled gurgling sound. On their side of the river were fire lilies as far as the eye could see. However, on the other side of the quiet river, it was completely barren save for a weeping willow far in the distance.

"This place is creepy," Kiyoko said with a shiver, earning a cold smirk the woman but they didn't continue the conversation.

"We have experienced a great deal," the woman mused, breaking the silence and gazing towards the wasteland across the river.

Kiyoko flinch.

The woman gave her a side glance. Her eyes glazed over with sadness before returning back to the indifferent look that Kiyoko had quickly grown accustom to.

"I wish I did not have to make you remember everything. But these memories are who we are. I am sorry."

The woman reached her hand out and touched Kiyoko's forehead with two fingers, sending an electric shock through both of them that made Kiyoko descend into darkness.

A scene unfolded before the two of them. The woman gave a voiceover narrative of their life story.

"We are Kiyoko Nagashima, a decently known female fighter that has participated in many tournaments, though not the King of the Iron Fist. We were born to a poor family that barely had the means to provide for themselves, let alone another child. But our family had love. Our father loved our mother dearly. Our mother gave birth to another child a mere year later, our younger brother-Daisuke. We had four brothers. The eldest was Aoi, followed by Satoshi then Takeo. Our father struggled in the years to come to provide for five children, even with the help of Aoi and Satoshi. Rough-housing with our brothers made us strong and it taught us how to defend as well as attack. We developed our own style and soon started learning taekwondo, combining the two. Shortly after we turned eighteen, our father died. However we did not live poor for long after that. Satoshi was a genius and he started his own company, easily providing for our family. Aoi and Takeo were always at ends, getting in severe fights the older they got but Satoshi usually calmed them down before it got too serious. One time it got out of hand, and before Satoshi could stop it, Takeo was accidently killed."

Kiyoko's eyes widened; something shifted in the back of her mind as the scene shifted. They were watching a funeral procession. Takeo was buried next to their mother and father underneath a beautiful weeping willow. Everything came rushing back to her: her family, her fighting, and her brother's death.

"I remember," she whispered.

A bright light erupted in between Kiyoko and the woman as they fused together, signifying Kiyoko finally being reunited with her memories. Tears rolled down Kiyoko's face as her eyes grew cold.

"Kiyoko."

She flinched. That voice was so familiar.

"Kiyoko!"

There it was again. Why did that voice sound familiar? And why did it make her heart speed up?

The fire lilies began to shine brightly as a face flashed across her vision. A Korean with flaming red hair dressed in all white. The ice in her eyes faded away to be replaced with warmth. The memories of her past and the memories of her present had blended together at last; she remembered everything.

"Hwoarang…" she breathed.

"Hwoarang."

The Korean's attention was immediately back on the lovely girl before him. After her fight, he and Kazama had taken the unresponsive Kiyoko to a private room to figure out what was going on while the rest of the tournament continued. Kazama concluded that she would stay in a comatose state until she had fully regained the memory of her past. Kazama had left shortly after this because he had business to attend to and he trusted the Korean to some degree to take care of Kiyoko.

Hwoarang grabbed her hand and squeezed it encouragingly, "Kiyoko?"

"Kiyoko? Kiyoko, wake up."

Kiyoko blinked in confusion. Where was that voice coming from? No matter where she looked, she couldn't see Hwoarang. Yet she heard him clearly, his voice echoing around her.

"Kiyoko…please…wake up…"

She was…asleep? Something shot through her, a feeling like a mix of fire and lightning hitting her at the same time. Suddenly everything was dark and she was lying down on her back in a rather uncomfortable position. Her eyes felt heavy as she struggled to open them.

Kiyoko's brilliant blue eyes opened slowly. The bright light above her made her squint in annoyance. What idiot left the light on?

Hwoarang jumped up from where he was sitting beside her, "Kiyoko!"

Oh right, her idiot. Kiyoko smiled at the Korean. Instantly, his eyes lit up as he returned the smile enthusiastically.

"You remember me," he sighed in relief, "Don't scare me like that next time."

"Sorry," Kiyoko apologized sheepishly, "I will never forget you again, Hwoarang."

She propped herself up on her elbows in a swift movement, her lips connecting with Hwoarang's own. Hwoarang eagerly returned the kiss, resting his hand on her hip possessively. Kiyoko deepened the kiss and ran her fingers through his copper colored hair.

"Ahem."

The two jumped apart, Hwoarang scrambling away from Kiyoko quickly. They both flushed a brilliant shade of red, unable to find their voices.

Kiyoko was the first to recover from the shock and embarrassment.

"Uh, hi, Jin-sama."

A/N: AH! Don't kill me because I made Jin interrupt their moment! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review! :D