Chapter 3:
The next morning...
Asuka got out of bed slowly. Her body was sore from the previous day's fight. He knuckles were pink and bruised slightly. Every time her fist made contact with Hwoarang, she felt like she was hitting a brick wall. She sighed as she stood up to go to the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw that the corner of her mouth was as red as a cherry. Slowly, she lifted her shirt, she winced as her hand brushed against her side. Raising her shirt over her chest, a bra holding her breasts, she saw a purple bruise on her torso. "What the fuck!" she exclaimed, poking the bruise, causing her to close her eyes tightly. She sighed as she let the large t-shirt fall back down.
Asuka returned to her room an looked at her clock. 6:46, eh? she thought, sighing loudly. Today's going to be a long day...
Hwoarang had not slept all night. He was still fixed on the fact that the girl he had fought was of kin to his enemy Jin Kazama. After his violent encounter with Asuka, Hwoarang got on his motorcycle and looked through Japan for Jin. He wanted--no had to know the relationship between Jin and Asuka. Unfortunately, there was no trace of the man. Hwoarang returned to his apartment and sat down on his couch, contemplating, wondering about all possible relations between Asuka and Jin. After a while, he drifted off to sleep.
Soon, the sun crept up from the horizon, creeping into Hwoarang's apartment window. Once the bright light hit his eyes he cupped his hands over his eyes and opened them slowly. He sat up quickly, and gripped his stomach in pain. "Damnit!" he yelled, laid back down and sighed, but that hurt also. "Ugh, this is stupid." he said, quickly jumping up off the couch to avoid a large amount of pain. Hworang looked at a clock and it read 6:46. I better hurry, so I can catch that woman. I have way too many answers and far too little time to spend. He went to take a shower and then went over to the Kazama residence. Just then Asuka was walking out the door. "Perfect." he whispered to himself as he pulled his goggles to his neck.
Asuka had just closed the door when she saw Hwoarang. She sighed heavily and walked over her lawn to avoid him. Hwoarang hopped of his bike and lightly jogged to Asuka. "What do you want?" she asked, looking straight ahead. "I have a question to ask you." Hwoarang said, putting his hand on her bruise and pulling her close to him. Hwoarang was a very touchy person and liked to do things without asking, but Asuka wasn't too keen on letting him hold her, let alone touch the bruise that he himself had caused. "Get the hell off of me." she spat, elbowing him in the stomach. Hwoarang inhaled sharply as he removed his hand from the agitated woman. "What the hell do you want?" she asked looking at him angrily.
"How do you know Jin Kazama?" hwoarang finally asked.
"Who's that?"
"How could you not know Jin Kazama? You both have the same last name!"
"So? Don't a lot of people in Korea have the last name Kim?"
Hwoarang thought for a moment. "You're right, but haven't you seen him? He's tall, has weird spiked hair, a tattoo on his arm."
"Oh, that guy...I only met him once. The pervert acted like he didn't know he had his face engraved in my chest." she said, recalling the embarrassing event.
Hwoarang's eyes trailed down to Asuka's breasts and he smirked. She does have a nice rack he thought. Asuka looked out the corner of her eyes and saw Hwoarang's eyes pinned on her breasts. "Think you can control your hormones for a minute?" Asuka asked, slightly irritated. Hwoarang chuckled lightly to himself and then let his eyes wander to her skirt. "I could..." He smacked her butt with his hand and she slapped his cheek.
"What is your problem?" she yelled. "I'm not some type of a skank, you cocky bastard!" Asuka pointed her finger in Hwoarang's face as she said this, ready to punch him if he tried anything else. He pushed her small hand out his way and lowered his face towards hers. "You could've fooled me." he whispered, reaching under her skirt and grabbing her butt. Surprised, she stood there agape. "This thing is shorter than any hooker's I've seen." he said, pulling lightly at the skirt. Asuka roughly pushed him away, but he grabbed her wrists springing her back to him. "Let me go!" she said, looking him dead in the eye. Hwoarang smirked as he pressed his mouth against her pink lips. Initially, Asuka was taken aback by the man's sudden actions. She stood there frozen, eyes wide, receiving her first kiss. Turning her face away from his, she kneed him in the groin. After releasing her, hwoarang hunched over slightly. "Why'd you do that?" he asked, rubbing his crotch. Asuka didn't answer. She had already walked away.
Asuka stormed the sidewalk with her hand on her mouth. she couldn't believe she let the cocky jerk kiss her. She was enraged, but deep down she was slightly aroused by his roughneck personality. He wasn't afraid, but he was too , he was perfect...and whether or not she'd admit it she liked everything that had just occurred...
Hwoarang watched as the feisty girl walked down the crowded street. She didn't know Jin, so why was he still curious about her?Why did he kiss her? Why did he touch her the way he did? Something about Asuka was desirable...