Chapter I(B): One Long Bore

A/N: I will never own Tekken. Thank you for your interest people, and sorry

to have kept you waiting. This is Hwoarang's POV, so I'm forced to use HIS

kind of language.

Osaka, August

Enter the Blood Talon, the one and only sexy Hwoarang, and make sure you get the name right, 'cuz those stupid Japs sure as hell can't! Yeah, I know you girls are already squealing for my autograph, but hey, don't you wanna hear my story first? Then I can get around to signing your shirts with lipstick, or any other places you like, I'm really not that fussed about it.

Well, here I am, training my butt off in this crappy place; it's so damn nineties I swear it should belong in a prehistoric museum! And did I mention that it's as hot as hell in here? A freakin' furnace!

All thanks to Master Baek. The old man can be a real pain in the ass! "This is unacceptable Hwoarang. We lost face because of your sloppy performance. You should prove that Tae Kwon Do is the ultimate art by knowing all there is to know about your enemy's art." So I find myself in this hellhole,looking for a so-called apprenticeship with a Jap dojo master!

Not that I lost; hell I NEVER lose, but they just happened to catch me on a day when I was in a real shitty mood; and well, I TIED. With some fruity looking Jap pretty-boy ,even. My fabulous flaming hair shits all over his cheap, spiked up hairdo; I mean, seriously, who does his hair, some lame-ass Goth wannabe? But hey, I still tied with him, so I kinda deserve what I got.

But this is way too harsh, man,even by Master Baek's standards. I mean, this place is for grumpy old geezers like him who just can't get a life.It's in need of a serious makeover. Some bars'd sure do the trick, plus a few nightclubs, plenty of hot motorcycle babes and maybe an orgy or two every other night.I'm gonna do my damndest to pimp this place up!

The morning after the big crash in living standards, I was leaning against our wall, minding my own business, when this chick showed up,in full jogging gear. Damn, was she hot, even with her face all red and yucky with sweat. But she just gave me this look, like I was dogcrap on her shoes. It really was weird, I mean, I did behave myself; yeah, I admit I did wolf-whistle a bit, but hey, that's the standard hello to a hot chick!

I really didn't like the look on her face, real stuck-up and shit, like she was too good for the world. It kinda reminded me of that Jap boy's expression when I faced him, really pissed me off. They could be sibs, for all I know; those Japs look too damned alike.Anyways, I kept my eyes on her after that; I mean, she WAS hot; too bad she hung out with those geeks and losers.

I was really bored out of my mind. You don't have enough space in that damn neighbourhood to ride a motorbike, but I did so anyway just to piss off the neighbours, so they'd decide to kick Master Baek out. I did other stuff too; gave away some slims to a couple of kids; showed 'em how to have a good smoke, and saw their mother go bananas when she found out.

I also found some stuff on that hot girl. She was some kinda community worker, had to keep order in the neighbourhood, so I thought, what the hell, I could use some more run-ins with the babe. I really wanted to see a hot chick with a hot temper! I started "vandalizing", as Master Baek would put it; you know, trampling some neighbour's lawn and flowers, nothin' serious enough to land me in the slammer.Then Master Baek found out and locked me up, but I still made a helluva noise with my guitar, making up lyrics to some real hard-core metal; not that gay "rock&roll" shit invented by some weird-haired wack on dope! And I'd notice the girl watching me through her bedroom window sometimes, and then once, I winked at her, and she jumped back about a mile; it was so freakin' funny!

I think I was trying real hard to impress her, and if there's one thing I really hate, it's chicks who play hard- to- get. But I got all excited, like a kid who gets to smoke his first pot, when she finally decided to make a call at my place in the middle of the night. I watched her through my window, thinking her timing couldn't have been any better Really, if she was thinking she could outwit Hwoarang, the king of wit, then she was in for a big surprise!

That's it then! Wonder what Hwoarang's up to...