Title: Morning Waits
Author: faulty
Pairing: Hwoarang/Julia
Rating: R (overall)
Summary: All Julia wanted was to graduate with honors. But after her roommate abruptly moves out, she's stuck with rent she cant afford and a pain in the ass she can't tame. Somewhere along the line, their hatred would manifest into love... pfffffft. Hwo/Julia scariness.
Warnings: Hwoarang has a dirty mouth. And he's sexy. Only recommended for fangirls without heart problems or excess drooling. You have been warned. (end sarcasm)
Disclaimer: Copright Namco. I am merely a slave whose soul must be saved from this fiction drabbley nonsense. Yah?

Authors note: I'm writing this as a challenge at 50scenes at livejournal. I have to write my chapters based on prompts and go from there. If the chapters length or content is a little out of place, bare with me. I'll give you a burrito.

Morning Waits
Chapter 1, Part 1: Voices
"You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul."
-Julie de Lespinasse

I don't think I love her.

At first, I thought maybe it was because we were too different, too opposite. She was a Native American, searching for peace among her people and protecting the environment. I personally didn't give a fuck about making a skirt out of wheat, talking to mother nature, or feeling 'the pain of the forest.' In my world, there were only three things that I cared about.

Money, sex, my motorcycle, cigs, kicking Jin Kazama's ass.

Well, I suppose I cared about a few more things than I thought, but there you have it. I don't think we had a single thing in common, other than entering the King of Iron Fist Tournaments. And even then, she still sucked compared to me. I guess that is expected, though. After all, I am Hwoarang.

I can't stand it when she gets so stressed over her schoolwork. It's not like she needs to worry anyway, she's so fucking smart it makes me sick. And I hate how she thinks she knows how I feel. Pfft. And she's so damn nosey.

I don't care if she's fucking Pocahontas.. I couldn't ever want anything to do with her.

You already do.

That voice.. in my head.. it has caused me so much trouble. Every time I try to deny my feelings for her, it awakens and makes me feel differently. It's such a familiar voice, but it speaks to me like a stranger. And I, am its puppet.

My face hardened. I am no one's puppet!

And yet.. and yet there's something about her. Something I cannot place. Something that makes me look twice. She looks at me in a way no one else has ever looked at me. It's as if she can read my mind, yet she is not offended. As if she can see everything I've ever endured, everything that I am ashamed of, and weeps because of it. No one has ever looked at me that way..

Deep inside of me, I can feel the battle beginning. Two pieces of my soul ripping at each other almost painfully, trying to pull me in opposite directions. I want to look away, but I can't. I want to ignore her, but I can't. I want her to disappear, but I don't.

No, I don't love her.

But.. I think I could love her.

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I wish I could hate him.

He's everything I abhor. He's lewd, cruel, loud, cocky, and arrogant. He thinks he's the universe, and we all revolve around him. I wonder if reality could ever sit in his path. And not to mention he stares all the time.

Like he's some sick pervert.

When he looks at me, the hairs on my neck stand on end, and a shiver runs down my spine. It doesn't matter if I'm looking at him, I just know when he's looking at me. I don't find that too comforting.

Not to mention all those times I caught him looking at dirty magazines. And he has the audacity to hide them from me and pretend that he wasn't looking at something naughty, and he doesn't have a hard on. Men like him are all the same.

I hate him.

No you don't.

I hate how he can smile and make everything okay. I hate how he can touch me and put me on fire. I hate how he can pretend there's nothing there. And I hate how he can pretend he's the only one that has ever felt pain.

Because I feel it, I feel it just by looking at him.

I surrender.

But most of all, I hate myself for being a coward. It is my own fault that I let so many things pass me by. I don't know how much longer I can keep lying to myself. Why did I do this to myself? I wish there weren't so many unanswered questions. But I guess, I guess that's what makes life what it is. And that is why…

I couldn't hate him even if I tried.

Chapter 1, Part 2: Bad Coffee

It started with a sigh.

"Julia, I'm so tired of cramming for this exam. Can't we take a break?" Xiaoyu whined, running her hands through her pigtails with a sigh. "We've been at the same problem for almost a half hour!"

"Ahh, I know, I know.. But it's pissing me off how I can't even figure it out yet!" Julia growled, her pencil breaking by the pressure she was putting on it.

Xiaoyu eyed her friend, "Julia.. that's the 3rd pencil you've demolished. I think you need a break. Come on, we'll go grab some coffees so we can get some energy back."

Julia swooned, "Aieeee.. Caffeeeeeine.."

"That's what I thought." Xiaoyu laughed, dragging her friend off the floor and towards the door. They grabbed their coats and left their apartment, heading towards the nearest coffee shop.

".. no way, he's too old." Julia made a face.

Xiaoyu giggled, "What about him?"

"The guy with the Chihuahua? He's probably a pansy." Julia rolled her eyes, mentioning that he also carried a 'purse-like' bag and his dog was wearing clothes. They were sipping their coffee, sitting in a booth by the window. Xiaoyu was having fun picking out men that she thought Julia would find appealing.

"I swear, I'm starting to think you're a lesbian."

Julia glared. "Well then you shouldn't think."

"Oooh, what about him?" Xiaoyu eagerly pointed out a man getting off a nice motorcycle, his face not visible. "He's got a cute butt." She giggled.

Julia studied him for a moment. He wore a black and orange sleeveless vest, and she could tell he had a nice physique. His jeans were restrained by leather buckles going down his legs, and he wore some pretty snazzy boots.

"Peh. He's probably ugly under that helmet. Anyway, we should go back to study some more." Julia announced, grabbing her coffee and standing up, heading for the door. Xiaoyu followed sadly, and when Julia opened the door, she was abruptly startled as the door opened on the other side rather forcefully, sending her flying forward in all her glory.

She landed with a gurgle on top of a complete stranger, her hot coffee spilling all over their jeans.

"WHAT THE FUUCK!" A voice cried out as hot liquid seeped through their pants, and unfortunately, right on their groin.

Julia gasped, "I am so so so so sorry!"

The strangers emerald eyes flashed dangerously in a familiar fashion, and Julia's shock was just now registering who she had assaulted. A muscular man, with long dark - no, red - hair that was pulled back, and a scowl that she remembered slightly.. Otherwise, the motorcycle man.

"Uhhh… Hwo… arang?" She uttered lamely.

"I would appreciate it if you could lift your heavy form off my burned body." He growled, his arms reaching up and curling around hers, pushing her off of him forcefully. "Watch where the fuck you're going, will you?"

"I-I--hey! Watch your mouth!" Julia glared, "Its not my fault that you decided to open the door so forcefully when I was trying to leave!"

Hwoarang scowled and stepped towards her, his face mere inches from hers. "Its your fault that I've got coffee in my pants, and not to mention that you probably burned my cock to death." He snapped, and then muttered, "Fucking bitch.."

"That is IT!" Julia yelled, a fierce gurgling battle cry echoing from her lips as she angrily swung her clenched fist towards him. His hand shot out and caught her fist before it could reach its destination, of course, and he tossed it aside and wrapped his hand around her neck.

"Watch it, Julia." Hwoarang whispered, tightening his grasp as he leaned his face towards her ear. "Remember, I can easily kick your ass still."

And she refused to show pain on her face as he smiled ruefully and let go. "Nice seeing you." He said, before disappearing into the coffee shop.

Xiaoyu looked at the angry face of Julia and sighed.

It would only get worse from here.

Ahhh.. I know this chapter is a bit here and there, but I wrote 3 different scenes and they were all short, so I put them together as a chapter. I'm pretty sure this is the only chapter that will.. be like that.. hopefully. Anyway... what the fackk.. thanks for reading :)