A/N: My apologies if this chapter seems a touch awkward. I had several pages already written and was trying to squeeze them in with the new text.

Disclaimer: Tekken and it's characters are still not mine. Faith, Eun, and other assorted characters, however, are fruit of my brain. So no stealing.

A Lesson In Discipline

"You what?!"

"Stop gaping, Eun. It's such an unattractive expression for a pretty thing like you to be having."

"Shut up, Faith! I can't believe you turned him down for dinner! Do you know how many girls would kill to get that invitation?!"

"Yes I do. In fact, he's told me many times just how desirable he is to half the population."

"Yeah well..."

"Besides," Faith interjected, "it would just be too... I dunno. Casual?"

"What the fuck do you want then? Dining on a flying trapeze while the Spice Girls serenade you?"

Faith had to laugh at the mental image that brought, throwing her bag and jacket into an armchair. Eun's mother had been so displeased with the incident that would have neighboring stalls gossiping for weeks, that she'd sent both of them home. Faith because she'd been at the heart of the matter, Eun because she was worthless in the shop without Faith to translate, and had no patience to do it herself.

"Enough about that though. We've got nothing better to do right now so it's time for a lesson."

"But..."

"Do you want to be able to cuss people out here in Seoul or not?"

"... Yes..."

"Than sit down and shut up... unless it's in Korean."

Around the same time Eun was learning how to instigate her new countrymen, Hwoarang was almost back to his own place, although productive activities were the last thing on his mind. Feeling more stung than he was willing to let on by being denied, he planned to go out with the gang for the first time in a long time, and nothing was going to stop him. Come hell, high water, or...

"I've found a suitable location to build the dojo."

"Holy fuck!" Hwoarang nearly jumped out of his skin as he entered the supposedly deserted apartment. "What the hell are you doing in here?!"

"Is that any way to talk to your Master?"

"No, Master Baek," the startled pupil bowed respectfully in apology, the momentary adrenaline boost dying down "But how did you find...?"

"I have my ways. The same ways that got me an extra key to open the door."

Baek was sitting serenely at the small table in the kitchen, looking sharp in a clean pressed suit and waving said key lazily in circles. Hwoarang's eyes narrowed at the dull metal. How the aging teacher had gotten in had been his next question, but staring at his nonchalant mentor the answer came to him.

"Scar is really lookin' to get his ass beat down."

Baek responded with a small smile of bemusement.

Tucking away the vindictive thoughts about what to do with his second-in-command for later, the redhead sat himself at the table and switched to a more intriguing topic.

"So you already found a place to build? So quickly? It's only been two days. I thought the bureaucratic crap and paperwork for stuff like that took a while to get through."

"My reputation precedes me."

"I don't doubt that, Master. I'm just surprised the military is willing to let their most skilled and renowned instructor go, much less assist in his settling somewhere else."

"Arrangements have been made in that area. As of now, however, I'm taking time to pursue my own ventures. The dojo is my main project and I won't be satisfied until I have one to teach in. They know that the sooner I have a place to instruct, the sooner I can get back to training their soldiers."

Hwoarang smiled at that. He knew his mentor liked to have a structured environment in which to drill his students into the ground.

"So we'll be staying in Seoul for awhile then?"

"Yes. But don't think that means you can run around the streets wreaking havoc. I thought I'd broken you of those stupid street fights."

"That's not what I had in mind, Master."

Baek eyed his star pupil suspiciously, but said nothing as the young man sat smiling mysteriously into thin air. With a heavy mental sigh, the Killing Hawk wondered who would be on the receiving end of whatever devilry was being brewed up in that mind.

Scar sat watching the scene before him, unsure as to whether he should be laughing or wincing in empathy for his friend. Without too much thought he settled for the former.

Standing across from the little shop in the marketplace where Faith spent most of her days helping her friends family, and where Hwoarang had taken up haunting in order to bug her, the street hustler was watching as his leader clutched himself in obvious pain. He'd pushed his luck too far for the day.

Still chortling, he decided to keep back and talk to Hwoarang when he wasn't busy cradling himself.

"I warned you."

"Bitch."

"Still doesn't change the fact that I warned you," Faith quipped, casually stepping around the bent figure of her antagonist.

It had been a little over a month since Hwoarang had discovered her presence in Seoul. Thereafter he had taken it upon himself to show up every day he wasn't training to be a pain in the ass, much to Faith's chagrin.

"You're cold, woman."

"And you're a lecher. You brought it on yourself," she replied coolly, straightening a display with her back to him.

As she finished speaking, a stinging slap connected with her backside. Spinning about for retaliation, he obviously hadn't learned from the first groin kick, she was stalled from striking as a large hand wrapped about her arm and a low kick knocked her to a graceless landing onto still-stinging cheeks.

"That," Hwoarang sneered, leaning over her, "is for the cheap shot."

Surprised at the sudden recovery, he had an unsettling way of moving quickly when she least expected it, Faith outwardly glared back, but noticed with an inward cackle that he'd guarded his crotch while trying to look threatening, completely ruining the effect. It brought her further satisfaction to see that as he walked away he did so carefully and not with his usual swagger.

Getting back to her feet, she dusted herself off and inspected for any garment damage. Other than a small tear in her long-sleeved shirt, only her pride was hurt at being knocked down so easily. With a slight huff of irritation, although a trace of wicked satisfaction still lingered, Faith turned on her harrier, who had taken up a position leaning on a nearby post with arms crossed. It looked suspiciously like pouting.

"Shouldn't you be helping that mentor of yours with his dojo or something?"

That caught his attention more than anything else could have.

"Watch your tone. Master Baek could pummel you into oblivion, so show some respect when you speak of him."

Faith bit back a smartass remark, smiling quietly to herself instead despite the pointed look aimed her way. Everyone had their touchy buttons, and she was figuring out his now as quickly as he'd found hers when they'd first met. Baek Doo San just so happened to be a giant red button with the word 'Caution' slapped on it.

"That doesn't answer the question, twinkletoes. Shouldn't you be helping to build your little playhouse?"

The words elicited an enraged growl. Before he could start in on a peevish tirade, she spoke up again.

"Now, now. There are only so many times you can call a woman a bitch before she takes drastic measures."

It took every ounce of Hwoarang's self-restraint not to lunge at the smarmy female. She was laughing at him with her eyes, and he realized it was her way of getting back at him for all the teasing she'd had to endure for the past several weeks. Still, the thug was finding it was a hell of a lot harder to take crap than it was to dish it out.

"You... gonna hurt..." He ended the eloquently structured declaration by directing a choking motion at her with his hands.

"Me woman. Work. You pest. Go 'way."

A short silence followed the mockingly grunted syllables, interrupted only by the soft swish of the merchandise around them being shifted. In the lull, Hwoarang's agitation faded, replaced by the urge to taunt that had fueled the days bickering.

"You just wait, Ostrich. One day I'm going to take your cruel, cruel words to heart and stop showing up. And you're gonna miss me."

"Don't be so sure, dye job."

"Oh you will." Running his fingers through the loose locks she'd been talking about, he smiled in the arrogant way that Scar had dubbed 'the panty dropper'.

Faith watched with a deadpan expression, shaking her head slightly.

"Go help your Master, Hwoarang. I have a lot of work to do today and you've been a pain in the ass long enough. I'm sure you've met your quota for the day."

"Not quite... Besides, it's not like this is straining labor."

"I have other work. This is just helping out a friend. It's not like I'm getting paid for it... or for putting up with you. If Eun didn't need me I would have been gone a long time ago. "

"Sure you would have."

The sarcasm practically oozed from the words, accompanied by a very self-satisfied smile. Before another word was exchanged, however, the redhead turned on his heel and left, leaving a flustered verbal sparring partner in his wake. He smirked to himself the whole way home.

"Arrogant bastard," Faith muttered, throwing herself down into the chair.

Pulling her laptop forward in a none-to-gentle fashion, she opened up the folder of documents that needed translating and set to work. There was a deadline to meet, and she wouldn't let agitating thoughts of a cocky fighter interfere with doing her job. She wasn't at the shop so there was no need to bring the taunting home with her.

It was in that condition that Eun found her friend upon arriving home that evening. Seated at the table illuminated by the light of the glowing screen, she was tapping away at the keys and growling in obvious frustration. Quirking an eyebrow, the blonde flicked the lights on to make her presence known.

"Jesus!"

"Good to see you too."

Shielding her eyes as they adjusted to the sudden brightness, Faith smiled at her roommate.

"You scared the crap out of me," she lowered her hand, blinking away the last of the stunned specks. "So how was the rest of the day running the shop by yourself?"

"Fine. I can understand what the hell people are saying now, it just takes a few minutes to process." Eun looked her friend up and down for a moment, pursing her lips. "I'm not nearly as stressed as you. It can't be the translating, and don't tell me you're not stressed 'cause I can tell, so what's up?"

"I just keep screwing up on this transcript. I've gone over the damn thing seven times and I'm still finding errors."

"So what's distracting you? Is it a certain hottie? Mmm?"

"... Don't get started, Eun," came the warning in response to the waggling eyebrows.

"Oh honestly," the Korean woman rolled her eyes. "I don't know why you've gotta be all Sister Faith about this. He's hot. He's obviously interested in you. You, my dearest, are interested in him, protests or no. Quite frankly, I find it infuriating that you haven't tapped that yet!"

Faith had to chuckle at the wide-eyed look of intense annoyance on the other woman's face. Thinking over what Eun had just said, she placed chin in hand to mull over the truth of the words. There was no point in trying to lie to the one person who knew her best.

"I see you're not denying it, missy." Brown eyes shrewdly observed the contemplative brunette. "I'm not the smartest cookie around but I know my friend, and as your self-appointed counselor I think it'll be good for you to get a little hanky-panky. I mean, that one time after Melody passed doesn't really count since you were too hammered to remember much of anything..."

Wincing at the bluntness of the statement, the subject of her sister was still a very tender one, Faith shifted in clear discomfort. Not only that, she didn't care to relieve the embarrassing episode being referred to. After Melody had died, she had gone to one of their mutual friend's parties, overindulged to 'drown her sorrows', and ended up making a very uncharacteristic and half-conscious decision. She vowed to never touch even a drop tequila again after that.

Groaning, the mortified woman swept one hand through her hair and held the other up in a stopping motion.

"Enough. Point taken."

"So... I'm right, yes?"

"Yeah. But don't let it go to your fat head."

Eun took a moment to do a small victory pose before honing back in on the subject with a devilishly gleeful smile.

"Now to get you two together..."

"Shut up, Eun," Faith glared, regretting she'd made the admission to being attracted to the cocky biker. "I can look at men, I'm not dead. That doesn't mean I want to jump his bones. And I'm sure as fuck not gonna throw myself at him. That would bring him far too much joy. I can already see that smug look on his face..." she curled one hand into a fist and gritted her teeth, wanting to swing at the mere thought.

"Well then, you just get him to throw himself at you. And then you get all the gloating rights. You just have to find out where he's gonna be alone and how to utilize his weakness. I'm sure you must know one of those by now."

Pondering for a minute, Faith smiled at the thought of having ammunition to use against the redhead. She could never have enough of that as long as he insisted on bothering her at every opportunity.

"You're evil, you know that Eun? That sounds like some kind of espionage," she laughed. "I don't know where he is or anything, but I do have someone I can call to get that info. He owes me one..."

Hanging up the phone, Faith smiled at her companion in trickery.

"I smell insult fodder in the near future."

Smiling back, Eun jumped to her feet. "Excellent. I have the perfect outfit."

It was already eleven o'clock at night, and the initial thrill had worn off of the plan. The leering of the taxi driver hadn't helped, and Faith found herself wondering why she'd agreed to ever do this. Eun put her in an outfit that could only be described as scandalous, and the brunette would have outright refused if she hadn't had the skills to deter any would be attackers. She had almost refused just upon seeing it, but said yes because it would indeed serve it's purpose well.

"Thank you," she mumbled to the driver, handing him the fare and getting out to stand before her destination.

The dojo was clearly still very much under construction, with equipment and some scaffolding still set up around the edges. The front portion was almost finished, however, and it was most definitely destined to be a dojo of great proportions.

Tentatively, she reached the door and knocked, unsure of the exact manners a situation like this would call for. She didn't exactly make house calls in the dead of night all that often. There were a few moments of silence before the a measured step sounded on the other side of the wooden door.

Quietly the door slid open, revealing a perplexed looking Hwoarang clad in only his white training pants. A sheen of sweat indicated that he'd been doing more than just admiring the architecture of the place.

"What are you doing here?" he asked warily, keeping his surprise in check and stepping back from the sliding door to add space between them. The actions of earlier that day were still fresh in his mind. "And what's with the get-up?"

Faith kept the answers to those questions to herself, taking his retreat as an invitation inside and sidestepping into the under-construction training ground. Still silent, she stepped out of her slippers and quietly padded across the wood-slat floor. She could feel her heart pounding in nervous anticipation at what she was about to do, and could only hope he didn't catch on to her uncertainty.

Pretending to inspect the progress of the building, she slowly wandered around the spacious area, keenly aware of the piercing gaze that followed her. The cool night breeze that crept through the cracks of the partially built walls tickled her naked legs, and the nervous woman truly realized how vulnerably dressed she was. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she spun about to face the handsome, and confused, Korean.

"I'm here to teach you a lesson in discipline since you insist upon being unruly at the shop."

Hwoarang couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter.

"Really now?"

"Yes really. Or are you afraid to try?"

The eyebrow he had raised incredulously at her initial statement lowered as he speculated at her intent. Narrowing his eyes, Hwoarang studied the brazen woman standing in the center of the dimly lit room.

She was wearing a dop'o, an old-fashioned overcoat that could be picked up in some shops by the more determined tourists who knew what to ask for. That is to say, she got it from Eun's shop. The dark blue garment had a high collar and long sleeves, making it a modest garment if it hadn't ended mid-thigh on the slender American, at which point her tantalizing bare legs began. It was obviously meant to be worn with a lot more fabric, but it seemed to be her only garment. And it aroused more than his curiosity as to why.

Unconsciously licking his lips, he forced his gaze upward to her face. Her side swept hair was pulled into a loose, slightly wild tangle of a bun at the base of her neck, exposing her elegant neck and the challenging expression she was now giving him. Her aqua eyes were intent upon him, waiting on an answer.

Stepping forward decisively, he stopped several paces before reaching her and smirked confidently.

"I accept. Any lesson in discipline you think you can teach me I've probably already learned. Bring it on, Ostrich."

"As you wish."

The seductive smile she gave him made his stomach tighten, even as he stepped into a fighting stance.

"Discipline, bike boy, not Tae Kwon Do. Now come her and sit down."

More puzzled than ever at the instructions, he hesitantly went to where she indicated, lowering himself to a kneeling position as she did the same just out of arms reach. In that way they faced each other, the moonlight casting pale shadows across the room and their features as it seeped through the pane-less window frames.

'Now or never,' Faith thought to herself, resisting the urge to fidget. 'There's gonna be blackmail for someone to use after tonight.' Her thoughts caught on the possibilities of a positive response, and instead of fidgeting she had to suppress a quiver of excitement.

"What the hell am I suppose to be doing, Ostrich?" The edge of impatience was clear in his tone.

"One, would you stop calling me that?" she couldn't keep the bite of annoyance out of her voice, "And two, you just have to sit there like a good boy."

The last part was said with a lifted chin and squared shoulders. Clearly a challenge. What the hell it was about, he didn't know, but it was definitely a challenge.

"Sit here, huh? Are you going to teach me the mighty lesson of defying leg cramps? Or are you going to insult me while I resist the urge to throttle you?"

He had expected a reaction to his sarcasm, but an amused chuckle was not it.

"Resist? Yes. Resist the urge to throttle?... Not in that sense. You just have to remain seated."

Crossing his arms, Hwoarang gave a sigh of irritation. He could be on his way home to a good night's sleep right now, but instead he was... sitting. In a deserted, half-skeleton dojo. With a nutjob American. A titillating nutjob, but a nutjob nonetheless.

Sensing his irritation, Faith smiled to herself and waited a moment longer, just to see if he'd just get up and leave. When several moments had passed with nothing happening except continued grumblings, she inwardly steeled herself and reached behind with both hands, untying the sash that held her garment closed.

It took Hwoarang a moment to realize what she was doing, his eyes widening when they finally synchronized with his brain.

"What... What are you doing?... Faith?"

She simply smiled, gently pulling the silk sash away from her waist before beginning to fold it. The movement caused the garment to shift apart, giving him a teasing view of the form beneath. The now-intent biker felt his blood heating up. He then realized what his lesson in discipline would involve.

"You bitch."

The small smile that had been curving the taunting woman's lips widened, her eyes sparkling with laughter and something else he found undefinable. Whatever it was, it was affecting him enough to cause him to shift uncomfortably.

"Going to rise already? My... you really do lack discipline."

Hwoarang glowered at her, his eyes shooting daggers at the way she had mockingly noticed his growing problem with remaining as he was. It was that sheer annoyance that he focused on, using it to calm the pleasantly tingling rush that was sweeping through him. The tactic didn't work long, however, as Faith coyly reached up to undo the tie in her hair, the silk overcoat falling open in a way that exposed a wide swath of flesh right down the center of her body. He inhaled sharply through flared nostrils, gazing transfixed at the way the sliding fabric rested on her breasts, leaving only the insides of the soft curves exposed. To his minimal relief, she brought her arms down again, shaking out her hair so it fell in soft waves.

Tearing his gaze away from the inviting peek in between the edges of the fabric, he stared at her face in hopes of regaining some measure of the irritation that would provide a helpful distraction. No such luck. The mocking expression was gone, replaced by one of coy flirtatiousness and... expectancy?

'Don't cave. Think of motorcycles. And baseball. Baek's lessons. Training. Sexy naked discipline training... No!'

Forcing his thoughts onto his motorcycle, Hwoarang tried to list the things he needed to do to fix it up and get it back to looking new. It was a losing struggle, however, as Faith continued to shift about, brushing the hair out of her face or sweeping a delicate finger across an exposed collarbone. Without realizing what he was doing, the redhead had dug his fingers into his knees as one leg shook restlessly.

'Damn her. Damnherdamnherdamnher.'

This was a test he had never truly been subjected to, and would never expect to do very well on. He'd rather be receiving one of Baek's long-winded and boring lectures right now than have his basic instincts being pushed to the limits of sanity.

Her nervousness gone, he most definitely wasn't laughing at her as she'd feared, Faith felt a thrill of slight danger as she watched the man in front of her grow into a tense ball of muscle and hormones. The thought that he could probably overpower her by sheer masculine frustration roused a feeling in her that limited past experiences never had. It was intoxicating.

Goaded by the thrill, she let one shoulder of the dop'o drop, exposing one side of herself from neck to shoulder and down to the curve of her chest. Hearing the trembling breath this elicited from her 'pupil', and noticing the ever-increasing rate of his twitching leg, she let the other side drop, holding the fabric so that she still had her more intimate parts covered in some semblance of modesty.

In the same moment his restraint snapped, Hwoarang felt himself lunging forward without really thinking of what he was doing. Grabbing the hands that instinctively shot out to push him away, he pinned them above her head, much like the time he had won the fight in their first meeting.

Unlike that time, however, he was not just experiencing an initial attraction and admiration. He was in a thoroughly provoked state, and he'd be damned if he let her get away from the ordeal untouched. Anchoring her with the weight of his torso, Hwoarang swooped down without hesitation, crashing into her with a lip bruising kiss that asked for no invitation and demanded compliance. To his surprise, an emotion felt only vaguely in the back of his testosterone hazy mind, it was given freely and even returned in intensity.

"Why must you torment me, woman?!" he practically snarled, tearing away in need of air. Before she could reply he had caught her mouth again.

"Because," she gasped breathlessly when he released her lips yet again, "you wouldn't know what to do with me if I wasn't tormenting you."

The only reply to this was a growl and another silencing kiss, although this one was softer and allowed her to fully enjoy the delicious tingling sensation that spread from her lips to the rest of her body. With a slight blush she realized that her minimal clothing had fallen almost completely open and lay spread out beneath them, which made it so that his bare chest was pressed against hers as he pinned her. It was only a brief moment of embarrassment though, especially since this was a much more enjoyable outcome than she could have ever hoped.

Moving from her lips, Hwoarang moved lower, caressing her jawline with the soft brush of his lips and back up to nip at her earlobe. He grinned wickedly as she trembled at his teasing bites, pausing to whisper while he was in that vicinity.

"Did I pass my lesson?"

"No. But you're phenomenal at failing," came the quick retort.

"Watch it, woman," he warned, biting her neck hard enough to elicit a startled gasp and squirm. "You're at this failure's mercy."

Before she could retort, he released her wrists and placed a hand over her mouth, focusing intently on the door.

"Get up and get that tied quickly. Someone's coming."

As Faith fumblingly grabbed the sash and tried to get it tied effectively, a mix of panic and disappointment filling her, Hwoarang dashed to grab their shoes and his jacket so as not to leave evidence of their presence. Rushing back the other way, he snagged her arm and headed for the nearest window opening, throwing the footwear out first before lifting and practically shoving her out. Hot on her heels, he tumbled out himself with a less than graceful landing.

"C'mon!" he urged, shoving his feet in the beat up sneakers before grabbing her hand and running off to hide.

When he felt they were far enough away to not look too suspicious, he stopped to lean against the wall of a nearby building. Pulling Faith into a close embrace, he let out a laugh of sheer, exhilarated joy.

"I haven't done that since I was a little streetrat!"

Startled by the intimacy of the hold and sudden rush of adrenaline, Faith laughed along. Unable to resist the opportunity his words had offered, she turned her face upwards and smiled mischievously.

"Guess you were just born to be a criminal."

Baek slid the door to his partially constructed dojo open carefully. He had received a call from a nearby resident that two individuals had decided to sneak into the building and were up to who-knew-what. That resident was unfortunately an elderly gentlemen whose eyesight wasn't exactly what it used to be, so he couldn't see exactly who it was from his viewpoint.

Looking around, the Tae Kwon Do master shook his head. He had a pretty good idea who it had been, and was already planning a lecture on what was and was not appropriate exercise in a place of learning.

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