Hwoarang walked down the busy streets of Tokyo. It had been a few weeks since the end of the tournament. He had been stuck in Japan ever since. He knew that if he tried to leave the country that the Japanese government would be sure to detain him long enough for his government to come get him. That was something he was going to make sure that it didn't happen.

He stopped by a store window and looked at his reflection, his red hair now in a military crew cut. Running his hand though it he sighed. He really did miss having longer hair. He couldn't go back; he would be charged with desertion and possibly with treason. Worse then any of those reasons was the fact that there were no challenges there for him. There were no rivals; there was nothing for him there.

He continued down the street. He thought about the fight with Kazama in the parking garage. He would have surly won if the military haven't have butted in. He had to fight Kazama again. It was the only thing he had left. The desire he had to beat him was like a sickness. It was an uneasy feeling that ate away at him from the bottom of his stomach.

Once he beat Kazama the Korean government could have him for all he cared. The only problem is that Kazama disappeared after the tournament just like last time. His head down deep in thought he turned the corner of the block he was walking.

Not pay attention he failed to notice the smaller person trying to get around him. With a thud he slammed into her. He took a step back in surprise. Who ever he had bumped in to had been knocked to the ground. He looked down and saw a brown-headed girl on the ground.

"Hey!" She winced as she sat on the sidewalk. He extended a hand towards her. She grabbed a hold of his hand and he pulled her to her feet.

"Sorry" was all Hwoarang said as he continued past the girl.

He thought she looked out of place here. She was American or European; he didn't know he really couldn't tell the difference between the two. Well at least he had bumped into someone that was attractive he thought. Probably would have talked to her in a different situation.

"Well that was rude." Julia said causally to herself as she dusted her pants off.

Julia watched him as he walked away. She had seen him before, she just couldn't remember where. The tournament she thought, he had fought in the tournament. She tried to think what his name was. She looked at him and thought that he looked so much different then anyone she had seen before. His red hair made him stick out from everyone else. He also seem like he had such intensity in his eyes she had only seen once before in Jin Kazama. That's right they were rivals at the tournament. Suddenly she heard someone yell behind her.

"Hold it right there!" A man in a military uniform shouted. She turned and looked around to see the red headed boy take off into a sprint. She turned back around to where the man in the military uniform was. As she as she turned she was shoved and was knocked to the ground as several men ran past her.

"Hey!" She shouted but was ignored as they ran after the red headed boy. She picked herself off the ground. She thought about following them but she thought it was none of her business. She started down the street in the opposite way the men had gone. She stopped and then she spun around and took off running after them. She had to know what was going on. They didn't look like the police or the Japanese military and with the zaibatsu around you could never be sure of military types.

Hwoarang ran down the street. He turned down an alley and ran down it. He ran though the alley until he came to a dead end. He spun around looking for anything. He searched for a fire escape anything he could use to get away, nothing.

"Shit." He mumbled to himself.

"Stop right there we have you cornered!" A man shouted. Hwoarang turned and faced him. There were eight in all. He had wanted to avoid a confrontation but now it didn't look like he had a choice. He thought to himself that this shouldn't be too hard.

"So what's going on guys?" he asked them as he grinned.

"You are under arrested for desertion!" One shouted at him.

"I've heard it all before." He said as he raised his arms in the air. He suddenly side kicked a soldier the stomach. He jumped into the air kicking another in the chest. He spun around and kicked another in the face. He landed as a soldier threw a punch at him. Hwoarang slid to the side and roundhouse kicked him in the stomach cause him to double over. He then spun around and hook kicked him in the back of the head sending him sliding forward. Another solider tried to punch him but he grabbed the soldier's arm and then elbowed him in the side. Hwoarang spun towards him and then flipped him over his shoulder. A soldier ran at Hwoarang and tried to roundhouse kick him in the face. Hwoarang blocked the kick with his forearms. Hwoarang bounced on the balls of his feet as he nailed the soldier in the face with a jab. The solder tried to attack him with a cross punch but Hwoarang leaned back and to the side and the punch went over him. Hwoarang hit the soldier in the face with a jab again then a hook punch. Hwoarang rotating on the ball of one of his feet and back kicked the soldier in the chest sending him flying against the wall. Suddenly Hwoarang heard a gun shot. He felt an extreme burning sensation in his thigh. He looked down at his leg to see his jeans darkening quickly. He turned around the best he could to see the two remaining soldiers standing there with their rifles pointed at him. He tried to take a step forward but suddenly one of their rifles went off hitting him in the arm grazing him. Hwoarang fell down onto the ground grabbing his arm.

Getting shot didn't really feel to great he thought. One soldier closed the gap between them. Smacking him in the face with the rifle's butt he sent Hwoarang backwards to ground. He tried sitting up but met with a sharp kick to the ribs. The other soldiers around him were starting to get up.

"Oh this is bad." He coughed. An angry soldier grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up slightly. Hwoarang smiled at him.

"You little punk!" He yelled drawing his fist back. The punch stuck Hwoarang's face sending back to the ground. He tried getting back up but only received a boot to the face for his trouble.

The best he could do now was to raise his head. He was starting to lose consciousness. He could barely see because his vision had become extremely fuzzy.

"What?" A soldier shouted. Hwoarang tried to see what was happening. He thought he saw the brown haired girl from the street before he blacked out.