This Chapter Is intresting. I had to refer to several moves from the game LOL. This is the meeting between the two enjoy

DISCLAIMER!! I DO NOT OWN ANYONE FROM THE TEKKEN FRANCHISE, BUT HIRO&TENCHI ARE MY BISSHES!

Chapter 2

A red haired man was in the center of a crowd. He was fighting a bulky Japanese guy. The muscular man had been swinging at the Korean man for a while and each time the copper-haired man stepped out of the other's reach.

"Kick that Korean bastard's ass, Hiro!" a man yelled, pumping his fist in the air. The Korean man looked over at the man who had just insulted him and grabbed him by his hair. "Tenchi!" several other people yelled. "This bastard does have a name." the red-haired man whispered, glaring at Tenchi. Returning his gaze back to Hiro the red head flicked his head slightly, beckoning Hiro to come at him, which he did.

Once Hiro charged towards him, the red head kicked him in the face causing the man to fall backward, head first, onto the cement. Tenchi tried to squirm out of the Korean's hand but the tight grip was unwavering. Holding the shorter man up, the red head punched Tenchi in the face. Upon striking Tenchi the Korean released him, letting him fall onto his butt.

"The name's Hwoarang, loser." he said, brushing his hands together to remove the strands of Tenchi's hair. As Hwoarang stepped toward the crowd, they all backed away. A small chuckled came from his lips."You cowards..." he said, smirking. "You start shit and now you can't finish it!" He pointed his finger and it sailed over the crowd. "I'll take all of you on!" he said, looking into the eyes of the every person in the front line of the crowd.

No one stepped up.

Not a single person, but people stepped aside. A girl's voice saying " 'Scuse me." . Soon a 5'3 girl appeared in front of the 6 foot figure. A burst of laughter came from Hwoarang's lips as he looked at the girl. She was dressed in jean shorts and a blue tube top. Nothing about her looked dangerous. The people in the crowd talked amongst themselves. They knew who this girl was. Asuka Kazama.

Hwoarang's dark auburn eyes looked into Asuka's chocolate orbs and he smirked. Cute he thought, his eyes trailing down. She had small, but luscious lips. Her short brown hair was flipped perfectly. She was short, but her breasts were large. Involuntarily, Hwoarang licked his lips. His gaze was somewhat that of a starving man who just seen his first meal in years.

"Don't laugh at me. I can kick your ass, you cocky fag!" Asuka said, pointing at Hwoarang. The vision of a shy beauty, vanished as the Osakan girl spoke. Her loud and strongly accented voice rang through his ears. the insult that the girl had delt left him slightly annoyed. Asuka smirked at Hwoarang's twitching eyebrow and changed her position so that she was in her fighting stance. One foot in front of the other, knees bent slightly, and her hands open, fingers spread apart. "Come on." she said, smirking.

Once again Hwoarang laughed aloud. "I'm not going to fight you." he said looking down at her then walking past her and towards the crowd. "Fine." Asuka said, turning around and quickly grabbing Hwoarang's wrists, pulling him towards her and then flipping him over her hip, causing his chest to hit the ground. The people who saw this laughed a little and Hwoarang's face became as red as his hair. He looked up at Asuka, who's hands were on her hips. "Are you ready to fight now?" Hwoarang stood up and dusted his chest. "I'm gonna kick your ass, woman." he hissed as he glared angrily at the small girl who just flipped him to the ground. Asuka returned to her stance again. Hwoarang flicked his nose with his thumb before he put his hand in fists and bounced lightly on his feet.

The two fought hard. Neither party ready to give in. Every time she kicked he guarded, when he punched she dodged. Hwoarang soon became annoyed. A teenage girl was giving him the hardest time. It was like he was fighting Jin Kazama. Hwoarang threw a reckless kick, Asuka dashed out of harms way and then started a fast combination. She quickly kicked his standing leg, turned, punched him with her left hand, struck him in his face with the palm of her hand and finally kicked him in his gut, sending him to the wall. Hwoarang gripped his stomach, glowering at Asuka. Something about her movements reminded him of his nemesis, Jin Kazama. He was breathing heavily, his lip split. She started to walk over to him, her hands in fists. Suddenly, someone called her name. "ASUKA!" a deep voice yelled. Asuka, reconizing the voice, turned to see her father. Unguarded, Asuka didn't realize that Hwoarang was coming at her. He punched her in her cheek, causing her to stumble a bit towards the crowd and then he kicked her side, which made her fall in the opposite direction.

"Asuka!" her father said, pushing his way threw the crowd. Asuka looked at her opponent and licked the corner of her bleeding mouth and held her side. Asuka's father helped her up and she stepped towards Hwoarang, ready to arouse her. Grabbing the crook of her elbow, Asuka's father pulled her back to him. "Stop it now." he whispered in her ear. Immediately, Asuka's narrowed eyes opened and tightened lips relaxed.

Hwoarang looked at the two with understanding eyes. His master Baek, also had that effect on him. The realtionship was like that of a Doberman Pinscher and it's owner. If the dog was barking madly, the owner's commands would calm it. "Who ever you are you are not welcome here if you are going to cause trouble." Mr. Kazama said, staring at Hwoarang. The red head rubbed his throbbing chin. "Well, I guess I should leave then." he said, pulling his goggles over his eyes. The crowd had already began to disperse once Mr. Kazama appeared. Asuka and her father turned away from Hwoarang and proceeded back to their home and dojo. Curious to know where the girl had learned to fight as she did, Hwoarang followed from afar.

Once the father and daughter reached their home, Hwoarang saw the name on the home.

KAZAMA