A Woman Behind These Clothes
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CHAPTER 3: The Hawk Flies
Once More
Seung is an unhappy parent…an unhappy parent is a dangerous parent, why can't his son stop causing trouble…or maybe trouble won't stop coming at her son…How Ironic that a cross-dressing woman was now an angry mom…here she was looking at the two rebellious fighter (Jin and Hwoarang) sitting at the couch in the lobby across from him (her).
"You two…"
Jin and Hwoarang looked up, then looking at each other then turn away sharply.
"Can't you two settle your differences? Please stop causing trouble, you two are well respected fighters and start acting like one." Seung sighed.
Some fighters passed by and snickered at the two rivals.
"Hwoarang, how many times do I have to tell you that stop going into trouble?"
"Sorry dad, I won't do it again." The young redhead answered.
"And you Mr. Kazama I expected you to be a level-headed man and yet you ended up in the same trouble as Hwoarang…I may not be your father but I think you needed to be grounded." Seung sighed, he (She) was grateful that she was an adult unlike these two youngsters.
"Hwoarang started the trouble not me…"
"I did not!"
Now these two are acting younger than their original age and was now blaming each other like two kids at fault of breaking mom's vase. Some older fighter around the older redhead's age passed by with an amused look on their face…Seung pinch the bridge of his nose, now he's not going to deal with one problem child but two problem children in fact and the two children are now busy bickering and pointing at each other's fault, he grabbed a rolled up newspaper and smacked it in his hand first to warn them. The two stopped bickering and looked back at him, he tapped the rolled up newspaper in his hand again.
"You're not going to spank us with that aren't you?" Hwoarang asked.
"Do you prefer my hand instead?" Seung asked raising one fine brow.
Hwoarang squeaked and shook his head knowing how painful the smacking hand in his rear than the newspaper.
"You two needed a timeout." Seung said. "Go to your rooms and stay there until I say you two can come out!"
Jin was about to say something but the glare directed to him by the older redhead warned him to think otherwise and follow, since he was a young boy he had never been scolded, but this man is scolding him and Hwoarang in Public, shockingly his demon is quiet and was compliant at what the man said, what's going on? Who is this man really? Why was his demon not reacting to the man?
Both Jin and Hwoarang went back to their room.
"And don't even think of trying to escape, you know I can find you wherever you go." Seung called out.
"Yes/Yes Dad!" both of the fighters answered.
Once the two are out of sight, the older redhead sighed and sat back.
"God! I'll be fifty by the end of this day." He muttered. "Those kids are handful."
A chuckle from behind caught his attention, he turned his head only to smile to recognize someone wearing a Russian Military Uniform.
"Well hello to you too, Sergei…it's been a while." He smiled.
He knew the man was mute and only relying on the notepad to talk or to the sign language. The Russian sat across from him and start talking in sign language.
'You're a little peeved, is your son giving you troubles again?' Dragunov asked.
"Well…you know how Hwoarang always get in trouble, but I didn't expect Jin Kazama to be involved too…" Seung answered of course he (She) Knew how to read sign languages of the mute.
'Those two are rivals since four years ago.' Dragonov signed.
"I see…did he give you troubles while I'm not around?" Seung asked looking at his best friend.
'You should ask that question to Baek Doo San, I think he was the one dealing with your son most of the time.' Dragunov answered. 'You grounded him and that Kazama boy didn't you?'
"Yes I did…those two, I don't know. Kids will be kids." Seung chuckled.
Dragunov chuckled at the statement, the two friends talked for a while ignoring the odd looks they get, it had been long years since they last saw each other. The other person who knew the Rang Clan's Secret is Sergei Dragunov, the man had visited the Rang Clan many times in the past. The Dragunov Family and the Rang Clan had no qualms against each other in fact the two family were friends. Sergei is like a brother to him (her), she never betrayed the man not once.
"So…How about a sparring like the way we do when we were young?" Seung Grinned.
The grin was returned by the Russian man and nodded. The two fighters stood up and headed to the training hall walking side by side, laughter could be heard along the way.
Paul Phoenix and Marshall Law were walking down the hallway towards the training hall for training, as they draws near they could hear voices like someone fighting, creeping up by the door the two took a peek and saw a familiar Russian Fighter having a play fight with Hwoarang's Dad, the two seems to be enjoying the play fight, rolling around, dodging, pinning each other. At last the Russian fighter caught his slippery redheaded best friend by the waist and pinned him on the floor careful not to hurt his friend but firm enough to keep him pinned.
Seung tried to squirm his way out but couldn't, Sergei got him in a hold he couldn't escape. He looked up when the Russian chuckled, he grinned.
"Best two out of three?" He asked.
The Russian chuckled again and nodded, and then he got off of the Redhead and let him up. They got into fighting stance again and charged at each other. The duo by the door just watched as the two fighters trying to pin each other.
"Uhh…I think we should wait until they're done." Law said.
Paul nodded, but before they could even leave they heard a loud crash and thud…then a frantic apologizing.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! So sorry! Are you okay Sergei? I didn't hurt you too bad right? Right? Here let me do that wound."
Paul and Law heard shuffling footsteps, opening and closing of the door and something being put down on the floor, the duo took a sneak peek and their jaw hang a bit at the sight, there at the corner of the room were the Russian Fighter and Hwoarang's Father, the Russian Fighter was sitting on the floor sporting a head wound and the wall was sporting a small crack.
"I didn't crack any ribs didn't I?" The Redhead asked worriedly.
Paul and Law saw the Russian made a sign language, and then they noticed the redhead sighed in relief seeing the Russian is fine.
"I won…your treat~!" The Redhead chimed.
The Russian let out a grunt and a chuckle…Paul and Law looked at each other and then to the duo in the training hall…
Later Paul and Law caught sight of the Russian Fighter and Hwoarang's Father in the café as they passed by the street, the Russian Fighter had an amused look in his face as the Redhead was blushing when one of the Maids commented that the Redhead is too cute to be a man and had a good looking date. Now they know what the redhead meant while he was tending the Russian's head wound…
Later that night the tournament arrangement has been announced and the list of fighters has been enlisted and arranged on who's fighting whom. Seung looked for Hwoarang's opponent and saw who it was…Craig Marduk, then he looked for Dragunov's opponent…Bryan Fury. Seung loked at his friend worriedly, he does not like the feelings he gets just by reading Sergei's opponent's name. Before he could even speak a maniacal laugh stopped him from doing so, both Sergei and Seung turned to look who it was and it's none other than Dragunov's opponent Bryan Fury.
"I'm looking forward to this…and I'm going to enjoy beating the life out of you." Bryan Fury laughed.
Seung was about to speak but Dragunov stopped him from doing so, Bryan sneered and left. Once the man was gone.
"Are you going to be okay fighting him?" Seung asked worriedly.
The Russian smiled and nodded.
"Please be okay…" Seung said worriedly.
'I will…' Sergei signed.
The Redhead smiled at the answer, but he couldn't help but feel scared for his friend. An Hour Later Seung returned to his and Hwoarang's room, he couldn't help but feel nervous and fear for his friend, that Bryan guy is someone not to be underestimate with.
"Seung…is something wrong? You've been a little pale since you came in." Baek asked.
"I'm fine…But I'm scared for Sergei…" The Older Redhead answered looking at the Tae Kwon Do Master worriedly. "Master what kind of fighter is Bryan Fury?"
"I ought you have to talk to Mr. Wulong about that matter." Baek answered. "I'll go get him for you."
The Master left, Hwoarang came out of his room and took a seat beside his Mom.
"Mom…why are you worried about that guy? Dragunov I mean." He asked.
"Hwoarang, that guy is your Uncle, he had been holding you since you were an infant, he was taking good care of you while I'm busy." Seung said looking at his son.
Hwoarang felt his jaw slacked…the Russian fighter is his uncle?
"The Dragunov Family and Our Clan had been friends for so long, not once I betrayed him." Seung said.
Not long after he said those words did Master Baek come back in with the man named Lei Wulong. The two sat in the sofa across from the worried older redhead.
"Mr. Wulong I assume? My name is Seung Haneul Rang father of Jae Kwan Hwoarang." He said.
The Kung-fu expert nodded in respect to the man, he can feel the aura of the man.
"I heard from Mr. Doo San about your question. To answer the question I know some information about Bryan Fury." Lei said.
"Please do speak." Seung said as he straighten up to listen.
"Bryan is a ruthless and power hungry Interpol officer, was shot and killed by gunmen during a shootout in Hong Kong. His corpse is placed in the custody of Doctor Abel for scientific research and he is revived in order for him to be Abel's agent in obtaining classified information on raising a cyborg-led army. Bryan enters the King of Iron Fist Tournament 3 in hopes of killing Yoshimitsu and capturing Dr. Bosconovitch, Abel's rival. Bryan learns that his body is deteriorating and that he is close to death. Upon learning that his creator, Doctor Abel, has become head scientific advisor of the Mishima Zaibatsu, he grows to despise them for taking Abel away from him, and Abel himself, for abandoning him. Bryan enters the tournament with the hope of becoming the head of the Mishima Zaibatsu, enabling him to order Doctor Abel to modify his body and prevent him from dying. Despite not winning, Bryan eventually finds Abel, and uses his last ounce of strength to knock Abel out before losing consciousness. Later on, he wakes up in the laboratory of none other than Dr. Bosconovitch, who tells him that Yoshimitsu rescued him while robbing Heihachi Mishima's mansion, and promises to transfer Bryan's mind into a new body, although it will take a whole year. Bryan silently agrees to let Bosconovitch put him to sleep. Bryan, however, awakens a month later and is told by Bosconovitch that his body was too complicated for himself to work with, but as a last resort, he had installed a perpetual power generator in him to grant him immortality. Upon learning this, Bryan attacks Bosconovitch and the Manji clan members assigned to guard him, and leaves the laboratory." Lei said. "That's all I know."
Seung nodded and was quite worried for his friend, Sergei is going to face an immortal.
"I see…" was all he could answer.
"Is something wrong?" Lei asked.
"Nothing…it's just that…a friend of mine is going to face that man…and I'm worried." Seung answered.
If Sergei is going to face this man he would die, but if he forfeit he'll be put to shame. He doesn't want these two options for his friend.
"Sergei…" He murmured his friend's name in worry.
He was sitting at Hwoarang's locker room, there was a screen in the locker so a fighter's guest could watch, Seung watched how his son fight with pride and joy, the young man is strong just like his father Zackary. Hwoarang's opponent is also good despite the size. Though Hwoarang was faster and those kicks were so devastating if it land on a human body, it looks painful. Zackary did that once to her and it rendered her unconscious for a day and a half when that idiotic husband of hers did that 'Hunting Hawk'.
She watched fighter by fighter especially girls, she noticed the sibling rivalry between Nina Williams and Anna Williams, it's quite amusing. Then there's Lei Wulong and Feng Wei, lei seems to be hostile around the man and he looks like he wants to apprehend his opponent to whatever did the guy do, then there's Lili de Rochefort and Asuka Kazama this two had been on each other's throat, Ling and Alisa were opposites, Julia and Zafina are fine ladies. And then there's the Man he hates Kazuya Mishima and Lee Chaolan these two never liked each other and had intense rivalry, then there's that man (Lars) who helped them from that blasted Major and Leo they're okay.
All the fighters were amazing and then finally it's Sergei against Bryan Fury, there was that same fear she had when she saw her husband dying right in front of her course through her body, a hand on her shoulder snapped her out of her reverie.
"Calm down mom…just try to relax." Hwoarang said as he leads his mother to the chair and try to calm her down.
His Mom and That Dragunov guy had been friends like him and Steve, though these two were very close.
Every fighter gathered in the lobby to watch the fight between Bryan Fury and Sergei Dragunov, they knew it would be impossible for the Russian Fighter to defeat an insane Fighter like Bryan Fury, he won't last long, Steve was worried, so as Marshall and Paul these two knew what was going on between the Older Redhead and the Russian Fighter. If Dragunov dies in combat they don't know what will happen to the older redhead.
"I'm getting worried." Law said.
"Yeah, me too…I don't like this awful feeling coming in." Paul said.
Steve had saw how Hwoarang's Dad interacting at the Russian Fighter, they were like very close friends and it would be hard if the other dies. Baek and Lei were in the same boat, they hoped Dragunov would survive the beating and stay alive for Seung's sake.
Seung was scared…she's scared that she'll lose another important person in her life, she already lost her parents, her husband Zackary and she couldn't afford to lose Dragunov, the man is the last among her true friends aside from Master Baek. She looked back up when the roar of the crowds caught her attention, her eyes widened as her friend was being flung across the arena. Bryan unfolded his arms and held them out straight before him, flexing up his palms. It was too late for Dragunov to stop. He could only shield his face with his arms as his momentum carried him forward. Dragunov charged at the other man, launching into a flying kick that caught his opponent right across its misshapen face. Bryan bellowed in pain.
"Now you've done it…I'm going to kill you!" Bryan roared.
Seung stood up from where she was sitting and ran out of the lockers to the arena, ignoring her son's call to come back…no she couldn't let it continue, pride be damned if one life is in danger, she could not ignore the danger her friend might be, missions be damned, she couldn't let Sergei die just because of this. Then she heard.
"Can anyone stop Bryan Fury on his onslaught of Dragunov?! Is there anyone?!"
Dragunov was in great danger of dying, Anger and Hatred fueled the burning sensation she felt, the adrenaline of fear for one's life pushes her forward to save that life, she didn't know when she had arrived but she did not care, she flew out of the door and charged at the ring and before the announcer could even talk she was already behind Bryan Fury.
"Oi, Oi…that's a very scary look you got there…"The man said.
Seung was now behind the man that Dragunov facing with, his eyes was burning in gold from anger.
"If that fist land as much on Dragunov, I swear I'll make you suffer a hundred times." She threatened. "Get off of him!"
"Who is this new warrior who came in Dragunov's rescue?!"
Bryan stood up from where he crouched and kicked the unconscious Russian out of the ring, the Russian Fighter groaned in pain as he painfully land on the floor.
"Sergei!" The Redhead cried out and ran to where his friend landed.
He lifted up his friend so he was sitting upright and tried to wake him up.
"Sergei…Sergei wake up please!"
Tears starts to gather up at the corner of the redhead's eyes, a pearl of tear landed on the Russian Fighter's cheek.
"Please…just a sign…give me a sign telling me you're alive! You promised me that you're going to be okay!"
A gloved hand wiped the stray tears away from the redhead's eyes, Seung looked at his injured best friend and he was smiling albeit weakly.
'I'm okay…I promised didn't I?' The Russian Fighter signed. 'Don't cry…it makes me sad to see you cry.'
Seung nodded, soon the Medical Team took the Russian fighter out of the arena.
"With Dragunov is off the match the winner of this match is-."
The announcer was cut off by a call on his earphone for a moment, nodding at the call and then held his microphone close.
"Due to injuries Dragunov cannot continue, but the match still continues with the Mysterious Fighter who intervened the slaughter as the New Challenger."
Seung paused from where he was standing and looked back at the ring…he's going to fight…fight the one who tried to kill his friend, he don't know why, his blood was burning…burning as if looking for a fight and will only be quenched once the cause of the burning blood is badly beaten or near death and suffering for the cause of his pain.
He (She) couldn't ignore the demand of the burning blood, the thirst of vengeance must be quenched and fast! He turned to look back at the door to where his friend was taken.
"I'll be visiting you once the match is done…" He murmured and walked back to the ring.
He stepped up to the ring while brushing his hair back and pinned it with his Motorcycle Goggles like the one Hwoarang was wearing, right now he's even wearing a green and orange vest zipped up, with the same design on the back, blue jeans with leather chaps along the sides with seven leather straps tied to each leg. He also wears a brown leather belt with a large buckle, black leather fingerless gloves, and orange steel-capped cowboy boots with spurs.
Once he was done preparing he looked up, the Redhead looks like the Older Version of Hwoarang, his eyes glows like burning gold and was glaring at the source of his current anger…Bryan Fury.
"Your suffering will quench the thirst of my vengeance…" He said in a low dark tone.
"Bring it…" Bryan Fury challenged.
Seung inwardly smirked ominously, he's going to enjoy beating this man up…his (Her) Anger and Hatred on Mishimas had always been the dominant one it won't hurt him (her) to add Bryan Fury on the list. He took his fighting stance, his gaze was locked on his prey…
At the lobby, the tension was quite thick as the fighters were watching nervously at the corner where Kazuya Mishima was watching the match with full interest as the Mysterious Fighter. And much to the other's surprise the Mysterious Fighter who saved their fellow fighter from being killed has a strong resemblance to the hot-headed, Korean Tae Kwon Do Fighter (Hwoarang). It's like looking at the Older Long Haired, More Experienced Version of Hwoarang. The look on the Redheaded fighter's eyes is enough to make even a strong fighter's blood run cold, not if you're Kazuya Mishima, Heihachi or Jin Kazama.
"Let the Match Begin!" The Ring announcer called out.
And they watched as the Redhead charged at Bryan Fury…
At the arena Seung charged at Bryan as the announcer had called out to begin, He Charge and swing his legs three times, knocking his opponent away. Seung turns to track Bryan as the first swing misses. His attacks were ruthless, his vision was red.
"Is that all what you've got?" Bryan asked as he throws a punch.
Seung dodged the punch and swung his arm to meet the other fist and the Redhead made as though to connect their fists when suddenly Redhead was flying through the air over his head. The Redheaded man landed behind him and his spurred heel whipped out lightning quick. Bryan flew sideways with a grunt of surprise and pain. He recovered quickly and charged at the redhead fighter with anger in his eyes. But then the redheaded fighter was back in his original fighting stance and the redhead gripped the furious fighter's wrist and set his whole weight behind the swing of his kick to meet Bryan's face.
The impact rocked Bryan so badly he almost dropped to the ground. As it were, he was still thrown backwards through the air and hit the ground hard, rolling several times.
Bryan grits his teeth. What an insult. The guy wasn't even going to come after him when he was down. He'd just stand there like nothing.
"Is that all what you've got?" The Redhead asked in a bored tone.
Bryan cursed at that openly.
"I'll kill you!"
And he darted towards the redheaded fighter, He slammed into the redhead fighter, rage thrumming through his body. But the redhead didn't stagger like he was supposed to, he didn't even flinch. In fact, he sent Bryan flying across the air pad again. A sudden kick to Bryan's gut caught him off guard and he flew backward again. Only this time, he was in position to see the Redhead Warrior come after him. He could have laughed when the man caught up to him before he hit the ground.
Still too stunned to react, the Redhead Warrior had free reign to practically pluck Bryan from the air and slam him face down into the ground. Bryan's dominant arm, still forming into a fist, was stepped on, the heavy boot digging into his bare arm. Another knee dug into his back, making breathing difficult. His free arm was twisted around behind his back.
Lacking any sort of leverage, Bryan grunted in frustration, wriggling around to get a better look at the Fighter that overpowered him so easily. Gloved fingers dug like steel into his wrist. He really couldn't imagine this skinny redhead with this sort of strength.
His eyes widened as the implications fully set in. This Warrior manhandled an android like it was nothing. He hadn't even used anything fancy moves. He beat him with nothing but a kick ass fighting moves that he hadn't seen before.
"I'm not done yet…" The Redhead hissed.
With a slight heave the redhead threw Bryan again.
"You think that just because you were a street rat when you were a child that it makes you a man? Don't think that you're any better now than you were then, fool!" he moved forward, driving a fist past Bryan's guard.
The American reeled from the force of the blow. He caught himself a few feet back and moved further into the ring to give himself more space. This redhead is crazier than he was!
Bryan could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, pushing out the alcohol that had dominated his blood before. The delicious anticipation before a fight was intoxicating, especially if it promised to be as trying as this one. "Whatever," he said, thumbing his nose at the warrior before him. "You think just because you grow a pair of glowing eyes that I'll be scared? I'll take you down and make you eat those words." He rushed towards the warrior, his leg sweeping upwards in a flurry of kicks that would have a lesser fighter sprawled backwards and unconscious.
Seun blocked, bringing his arm up to deflect or catch each hit. Bryan swore, bringing his leg down only to spin on his feet and launch himself into the air. He flew at the Redhead, his foot outstretched to connect with the redhead's head, but it reached up to block, catching the other man's foot and spinning around and swinging Bryan onto the corner of the ring. "Fuck," the American cursed, trying to right himself and roll off the corner. "Fuck you, asshole! I hope you enjoyed that, because I'm about to make you wish you'd never been born."
"Oh really?" Seung said, extending his arms a few moments to casually shake them out. "I doubt you could do that," he said, side-stepping another well-aimed kick that Bryan fired out at his leg.
"Watch me, asshole," the Silverhead grit his teeth and switched his stance to fight south-paw. He could fight right or left handed and knew it'd make things a touch more difficult for the creature… at least, he hoped it would.
The Redheaded warrior gave him a dirty look and changed his stance to compensate. He still managed to hold his own, although Bryan succeeded in sneaking in a few good hits and knocked him back.
Seung regained his footing and brought a gloved hand up to smear the blood from his cheek. His eyes flicked up, narrowing at the American before he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked at the blood there. "I hope you enjoyed that," he said.
The redhead's eyes irked Bryan out and he don't know why?
"You…" his body went rigid, muscles shifting as he twisted, moving inhumanly fast as he flung Bryan across the ring. "You weakened him so bad that he could barely get up," the Warrior barked, springing from his position towards the American to pick him up from the floor.
Bryan had flown a good six feet and crashed against a pole on the wall of the ring. The glass had shattered and he lay amidst a sea of broken shards. His shoulder hurt where it was dislocated, and it was made more-so as he rolled over to try and stand. With glass biting into his knees and hand, he began to climb to his feet, just as the demon grabbed hold of him and hauled him into the air. The pain spread across his back and down his arm, his shoulder throbbing to overwhelm him. He grit his teeth and took a wild swing, smiling with satisfaction when his fist connected with the redhead's face.
The act was repaid in kind as redhead's head snapped forward, connecting with Bryan's face and slamming him back against the wall.
"I didn't do shit to Bastard," Bryan tried. He was having his ass kicked. It was time to try and talk reason.
"That callous ignorance!" Seung slammed Bryan into the wall. "The fact that you don't know what you did makes this all the more interesting."
Seung kicked outwards, nailing the American in the stomach and knocking the air out of him.
The Bryan bowed forward, lowering as he tried to catch his breath. The Redhead pressed his advantage and ducked to the side and out of the way, throwing out another kick to the American as he did. The last hit brought a satisfying crack and Bryan fell on the floor bleeding and rendered damaged.
"You should know better not to hurt my best friend or my family, because the payment of your act is a hundred folds of beating...our fight had been interesting, but compare to the Warrior I faced 10 Years ago…you're nothing…" The Red Head stated and walks out of the ring.
The ring announcer was too stunned to speak to declare him as the winner.
He walks down the hallway towards his son's locker room only to be met by his Son and his Master at the corner, Hwoarang had the look as if he was going to be scolded again and Master Baek had the look saying 'You-have-explaining-to-do'.
"Can I explain later, I had to see Sergei in the Hospital…?" Seung said at Master Baek.
The older man nodded and they went to the Hospital, as they cross the lobby the fighters were wary of the older redhead. Seung caught sight of Kazuya Mishima and couldn't help but growl a little and it wasn't a poor attempt too. The tense air in the lobby grew thicker and the others had to stay out of the way if fight between the two strong fighters broke out. Kazuya and Seung tried to glare down each other and none of them would back down, Kazuya had this glare that tries to challenge the already provoked older redhead, and the redhead had this nastiest glare that could even make a Basilisk Proud.
At the corner…
"I think we had another Jin and Hwoarang on the bunch…" Christie whispered at eddy.
"But who's challenging who?" Julia whispered.
"That would be Kazuya Mishima, I doubt Hwoarang's father is the type to challenge anyone, he looks more like a family centered guy." Eddy muttered.
"But why did he react so badly when he saw, Mr. Kazuya Mishima?" Alisa asked.
Jin turned around the corner and looked up to see his Father and Hwoarang's Father glaring each other and daring one another to make a move.
"What's going on?" He asked blinking.
No one would like to dare move to stop the two from glaring, until he saw Hwoarang came back in the Hotel and walks towards his Father and he saw Lee Move to get Kazuya's attention so to break the unbearable tension.
"Dad come on, we have to go…" Hwoarang called out and maneuvered his father towards the hotel door.
"You two can glare at each other down when you two are in the Ring for as long as you like…that is if you can get to him first in the next fight." Lee chided earning a heated glare from Kazuya.
The whole vicinity sighed in relief as the heavy tension receded when Hwoarang took his father out of the hotel and Lee diverted Kazuya's attention to him.
"Man…Remind me never to cross their path when they're that mad at each other." Paul said shifting from his hiding spot.
"Ditto…" Marshall stated.
"Those two are far worse than Hwoarang and Jin, when they're on each other's throat." Steve sighed.
"I agree…I'd never seen someone could equally glare Kazuya Mishima." King said.
Seung was really having a bad day…his nerves were frayed upon the sight of Kazuya Mishima, his blood burned again and he really want to strangle that man until he drops dead.
"Argh! That JERK!" He cursed. "He's getting in my Nerves!"
"Seung, you have to calm down…" Master Baek said.
"I'm trying and that bastard had to come at the worst possible of time!" Seung growled.
And before he could add more…
"Yoohoo! Seung~! Handsome~!" That awfully familiar gay tone echoed at the silent parking lot of the hospital.
Hwoarang and Master Baek noticed how the older redhead paled as white as snow.
"Oh hell no! Please don't let it be him!" The older redhead cringed when his vision caught a figure walking towards him with hips swinging left and right…and he cringed even further when this person winked at him.
If there's one person he is creep out with, this person nearly creeps him out the most…it's not that he (She) is a Homophobic person, it's just that this person sometimes creeps the daylights out of him with the sex jokes and others and roping him on a date With other men while she was in a male's outfit. Yeah this person knows he's a girl and swore not to tell anybody the secret even in death this person won't tell.
To Be Continued
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