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- Title: Red As ...
- Title of Chapter : / /
- Characters : South Italy (Lovino Vargas), Spain (Antonio Fernandez Carriedo)
- Genre: introspective, sentimental
- Rating: Yellow
- Warnings : One Shot, Shonen-ai
- Word Count : 161
- Disclaimer: Hidekaz Himaruya The characters are, and I do not gain anything by writing this FICT
- Notes: 1. Participate in the One Hundred Prompr Project, with 23 Prompt "Red" 
2. For my Nee-Chan, which Reiko94 burglary ever and to whom I dedicate all Spain v Romano I write \u0026lt;3
as Red ...
" Tomato" replied Antonio
" The blood I shed for years fighting for freedom," replied Lovino
as Red. ..
"The strips of my flag "replied Antonio
" Charity 1 "replied Lovino
Red As ...
" The sunset over the ocean," replied Antonio
" of my orange juice" replied Lovino
Red As ...
" The banner of the bullfight," replied Antonio
" The fire of the volcanoes "replied Lovino
Red As ...
" My heart beats when I see you" whispered in the ear Antonio
"The your ass if you leave now," retorted angrily Lovino
red as ...
" Your vulgarity" Antonio laughed
" your pants," growled Lovino
" How much longer must endure this stupid little game?" Sighed Anthony cuddle
" until no, you bastard," said Lovino trying to wriggle from his grasp.
Antonio But then she kissed him, and he bit her, letting go slowly surrendering to the pleasure that the lips of the English caused him.
And then the answer became one.
as Red
" The passion that unites us"
1: The red symbols in the idealistic, the Italian flag symbolizes the Charity
brief introduction to the collection
C ome promised I'm back with my OC! a collection of the Italian Regions in greater depth. Not I know how many chapters will be, but I hope you can still pleasure!
I the kind of shots one individual may vary, and will go from green to orange, but I'm not sure I do not get to the red.
A ome chapters in this collection will participate in the One Hundred Prompt, Project, wonderful initiative which can be found on the forum EFP
S and you missed the previous fiction Started / experiment here is the link \u0026lt;3 Italian Style Family
-Title : Italian Style Family - The Story (or how to say Augusto, A story of us all!)
- Title of Chapter : Rain and Sun (Piedmont / Lombardy)
- Characters : Lombardy (Lori Vargas) / Piemonte (Vincent Vargas)
- Genre: Slice of Life, Sentimental
- Rating: Green
- Warnings : Collection, Shonen For
- Word Count : 737
- Notes : 1. Participate in the One Hundred Prompt, prompt with Project 17. Rain 
2. The facts narrated refer to the recent bad weather, but that does not mean that Lombardy is going to cry from Piedmont eh!
- Disclaimer: If there's one thing I hate, it is the disclaimer, but since the people here are hard-witted I have to take them.
Hetalia Axis Powers is a work of Hidekaz Himaruya and all rights are his.
script, the situations and the OC! In this fanfiction are mine!
my work may be reproduced elsewhere without my consent.
Loris appeared at the home of Vincent that day, early in the morning, when even the most slept-in Turin and Piedmont wanted do the same.
wore a yellow raincoat that made him rather ludicrous, with the hood pulled up over his eyes, and an umbrella in the same color on the head, though, could see from the Piedmont, was not served as the Lombard was very wet from head to toe.
" What?" Said the Piedmont barely trying to hold back a yawn.
" First thing: you're always the same rude! Invite me in and offer me a coffee instead of leave me here to fetch water, "replied the brother trying acid to make his way between the door and Piedmont "And the second thing, do not read newspapers?"
Vincent, replaces his glasses on his nose because of the thrust of his brother to enter his house, sighed , resigned. "Of course I read them, but you know, at six o'clock in the morning the first thing I do is not safe to go all the way down to Piazza San Carlo to read the newspaper
Loris meanwhile, without asking permission and making great as if it were at his house, had thrown his waterproof Gucci sull'attaccapanni and he began to rummage through the kitchen cupboards in search of coffee to prepare.
Piedmont could not bear that his brother always took some liberties, even if they were brothers, had to respect his space and his dwelling, which does not happen ever.
" Did not you hear what happened to my beloved Como? And in Rho? Vincent must help me, "cried appealing by putting the pot on the fire of the gas stove, watching the blond Piedmont with his lips curled and drooping eyes, another of the attempts Lombardy Piedmont to convince to do what he wanted.
across Vincent's response threw a towel to keep her long hair died, soaking wet, dripping on his floor just cleaned the night before.
" was a yes?" He said hopefully, but Vincent, taking the cup from the shelf above the sink, shook his head, "Lori, you know that this rain is causing problems across North not only to you "
" But .. "" Nothing but Loris. I can not take care of the Po river, which overflows at the same time save your Como
Lombardia lowered his head sadly. Among the bag that made him mad, happy that made him a visit every other day and the other shouting wildly well because he was worried about him and all that rain that slowly destroys it did not know where to go and bang your head .
was true, Piedmont, Trentino and Veneto were in trouble, but he was certainly more than anyone, and although the thought bothered to admit that at least Vincent, who could not stand but at the same time admired more than anyone else, could help him get out of that mire of mud and water that was slowly suffocating.
Vincent, and handed him a cup filled with steaming coffee, he saw the desolation of Lombard, and gave him a loving pat on the cheek, smiling.
" Lombardia, if I can convince Emily to take care of Po in the border area maybe I can come and lend a hand!"
Moretto's face lit up with joy, but to avoid deluding ourselves Vincenzo hastened to add, "But you know how surly the woman, then it is not certain that ..." before he could finish the sentence Loris threw his arms around his neck with such fervor that he lost the Piedmont 'balance and, in the fall, the coffee spilled on to both.
" Are you crazy, fool!?" Cursed Vincent bruciatosi but Loris seemed blissfully unaware of "Oh thanks, Vinci ! I knew that deep down you were not so cranky! "
" I'm not grumpy! And do not call Vinci! "Vincent said, blushing, scrollandoselo off. Eyed white shirt, stained for a good part of brown, fuming.
" Do not worry about the shirt! I'll bring you a new, and maybe even signed that you are always so out of fashion, Win! And for coffee do not worry, I'll offer me! "
And as soon as it was changed to Piedmont dragged him to the plaster, giving him time to get the raincoat.
was happier than ever, Lombardy, he was sure that because of that grumbling was finally restored a glimmer of hope to the region under water.
Vincent And pushing out of the house was heated only by a face in the warm rays of morning sun. Finally it stopped raining.
Here people with my second and last chapter! I thank everyone who has commented-respond to reviews in the end, but know that I love you. Certainly will not be the last thing I do on the region and I have some ideas in mind for a collection of One Shots, or a Long, who knows! X ° D
Soon I'll post a corrected version the first chapter, as I noticed many typos and distraction.
However, I am glad that you liked, thank you and happy reading \u0026lt;3
# 51 Banks
Lombardia Loris Vargas
Veneziano did not shine some intelligence, so was given the task of handling most of its big brother Loris banks, which did not displease him, the have put much power in his Vincent also hands the money.
# 52 Tourists
Trentino Alto Adige (South Tyrol), Emanuel Vargas
Trentino was very friendly, even with the invading German tourists as beer-thirsty beasts. He loved those who visited him, but often reluctantly held back the spread the sauerkraut in the face.
# 53 Church
Umbria, Francis Vargas
Francis was a very religious man, even several times of Augustus, who lived with the Vatican. His faith was never shabby, even during the darkest periods, except at that time. How could they violate the innocent children?
# 54 Formula 1
Emilia Romagna, Emilia and Sandra Vargas
Emilia Romagna and Piemonte laughs always fight when they saw and Lombardia, deluded, those who had had their hand in the formula one, thanks to Imola and Maranello!
# 55 Meeting
A bit 'all
Val d'Aosta was always trying to palpate Piedmont, Sicily screamed at them, disappeared Veneto, Marche and Abruzzo sought of apartments; Campania sang loudly, trying to Lombardy do shut up, shouting to each goal Lazio of Rome, Molise and Basilicata and Alberto Marco annoyed sigh, it was nice to have the family gathered for dinner.
# 56 Spring
Friuli Venezia Giulia, Julia Vargas
Friuli especially loved the spring on its Alps. Certainly would never have seen the blossoming of edelweiss stay in Venice.
# 57 Villa
Veneto, Philip Vargas
Veneto was famous throughout northern Italy for its beautiful ville. He preferred, however, that his brothers in the summer remain in their homes, or in that of Trentino-instead of destroying them.
# 58 Winter
Basilicata, Annabella Vargas
As winter froze the other regions in the snow Annabella loved to sit and admire the high waves of the waves against the rocks.
# 59 Kitchen
Campania, Giuseppe Vargas / Northern Italy, Feliciano Vargas
Feliciano loved the cuisine of every region, north or south as it was, though in truth most of the preferred pizza of Campania.
# 60 Eros
Valle d'Aosta, Claude Martin Vargas / Piedmont, Vincent Vargas
Vallée d'Aoste demanded of sex education classes, had a twisted sense of eros, and Piedmont could not leave it in the hands of France, so he took a drastic decision: take him to Switzerland!
# 61 Rain
Piemonte, Vincent Vargas / Emilia Romagna, Emilia and Sandra Vargas / Lombardy, Lori Vargas
one time, when it rained a lot and overflowed the river Po, Emilia Romagna, Piedmont and Lombardy were busy in order to limit the damage and gave a hand to each other. It was one of the rare occasions when they got along.
# 62 Chinese
Lombardy, Lori Vargas-China, Yao Wang
" What are you doing?" Asked Loris seeing what strange man wandering around the outskirts of Milan. "You see, I build a house, aru!" Lombardia there initially found nothing wrong, he did not know that he would soon find its Milan invaded by China.
# 62 Scacciapensieri
Puglia, Gaspar Vargas
was a simple and fairly complex, the harp, it seemed easy to play, but it was not. But Puglia was very good at creating beautiful melodies with that small trinkets.
# 63 iPod
Molise, Riccardo Vargas / Abruzzo, Alberto Vargas
was modern enough, Richard, and always rode with his iPod in hand and headphones in your ears. With music blaring could get away from the world, too noisy for him. Too bad that Alberto was always yelling loudly to attract his attention.
# 64 School
Tuscany, Lorenzo Vargas
was hated by most Italian students, baked for too much culture. Yet he had always loved going to school, disguised as a teacher, to try to stick in the minds of his students a bit 'of his love for the arts.
# 65 Greece
Campania, Calogero Vargas v Greece, Herakles Karpusi
course, Calogero Herakles knew he had to thank him for playing with a child in his Magna Graecia. But every time I tried to remember the old days always found him to hang around, and then she would sleep with him, and when he woke always forgot to tell him what he wanted.
# 66 Chinese (2)
Lazio, Augusto Vargas-China, Yao Wang
" Nun is possible, I built six houses n'mezza Italy" growled Lazio quickly seeing that China was trying to build a China Town in Rome. "But I've got to give my people a place to stay, aru" snorted Augustus, after all Rome was great, could be there too, but it's dry "We could n'pasto you'd give them to the lions as bei old days "
# 67 Rides
Veneto, Philip Vargas
Venghino Ladies and Signora, he once said. People came to him to have fun just for Ben, but what pleased him anyway, even if he regretted the timing of, for fun, you only had a carousel that ran with saddles on horseback.
# 68 Fog
Campania, Giuseppe Vargas
Joseph hated the fog in Naples, with his whole same, but not because the clogged traffic stopped as soon as the port or the like. Only because it prevented him from seeing, from the Gulf, his beloved Capri.
Diary # 69
Friuli Venezia Giulia, Julia Vargas / Northern Italy, Feliciano Vargas
Giulia always kept a little diary for jotting down every little thing: a grocery list, the various romances, the days that were missing at the Carnival of Venice, daily adventures ... and then he always did see all at a curious Feliciano, his only confidant, and hoped that Italy Friuli, in his naivete, notice the lines between his immense love for him.
# 70 Backpack
Liguria, Christopher Vargas
Though it was known to be a catfish, Christopher was also a lover of good land. With the backpacker liked to do long hikes with magnificent Cinque Terre.
# 71 Fall
South Italy, Lovin Vargas / Sicily, Rosalia Vargas / Campania, Joseph Vargas / Calabria, Calogero Vargas / Sardinia, Matthew Vargas
Each Fall Rosalia invited his brothers who lived near her and Lovino to his house to collect the orange-and woe to the show of tomatoes. " Amused themselves by taking citrus fruits, although sometimes Calabria and Campania them pulled on him, while Sardinia was the only one who really committed himself in his work.
# 72 Piadina
Emilia Romagna, Emilia and Sandra Vargas
" Are you a gossip! You pull it too! You're insufferable! Are you ... "And while Emily filled the twin comments cute little about him Romagna flatbread covered his mouth with which the Emiliana ate with relish. "But you like my piada, sister!"
# 73 Falco
Brands , Marco Vargas / Abruzzo, Alberto Vargas
" Look, Al, an eagle!" He pointed to Mark in the sky a tiny black dot, while his brother walked to the National Park. Abruzzo shook his head "brands, that's a hawk," "What has changed? You do not like most of the eagles? "The other shook his head. In ornithology Marche was just denied.
# 74 Dangerous
Val d'Aosta, Claude Martin Vargas
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could be small, but unlike many adults who take some considered dangerous mountain trails, Claude climbed like a mountain goat even by the most rugged and emerged unscathed, in spite of them!
Fables # 75
Basilicata, Annabella Vargas / Molise, Richard Vargas
Molise was a child in the eyes of Basilicata, that he still remembered with affection the sleepless nights spent in front of the fireplace telling stories traditional Lucane to make him sleep.
# 76 Pharmacy
Piemonte, Vincent Vargas
Piedmont had become a regular customer of the pharmacy in Turin. This is because, between the Val d'Aosta and Lombardia, the headache had become virtually permanent.
# 77 Traitor
Sardinia, Matthew Vargas / OC! Corsica, Pierre Bonnefoy Vargas
Sardinia overlooking from the balcony of the house in the morning to breathe some 'fresh air and stretching in the sun. When inspired immediately threw off the air a one puff in front of him seeing a smiling Corsica that greeted him. Reciprocated with a grin, even though he hated with all my heart that traitor Pierre.
# 78 Kiss
Veneto, Philip Vargas / Northern Italy, Feliciano Vargas / Emilia Romagna, Emilia and Sandra Vargas
" Veneto! Veneto "said Feliciano smiling running to Philip, anxious to pay a visit to the zoo to see lions in Busselton, not when you accidently bumped into Sandra, stumbling giving accidentally die a kiss on Emily, but it slapped against and Philip and Sandra laughed uproariously.
# 79 Bridge
Sicily, Rosalia Vargas / Calabria, Calogero Vargas
Nobody wanted to understand that neither nor Calogero Rosalia wanted to join: that bridge for them seemed more a faith than anything else, and did not want to marry!
# 80 Broccoli
Tuscany, Lorenzo Vargas / Umbria, Francis Vargas
There was a brief period when Francis went to live at the home of Lorenzo. They were horrible days, with the excuse that helped to improve the intelligence Tuscany's always disgusting trimmed broccoli. Rather than eating would have remained ignorant for life!
#81 Politica
Lazio, Augusto Vargas
Piemonte si occupava dell'industria, Lombardia delle banche, Campania, Friuli e Liguria del commercio marittimo, lui si occupava di politica. Benchè gli seccasse stare in mezzo a tutti quei vecchi spesso incompetenti era l'unica occasione in cui si mostrava sempre serio e diligente.
# 82 fanfiction
Basilicata, Annabella Vargas
is the most ; pleasant pastime antistressante existing write fanfiction, or so the saying. So why all the negative comments he always did the blood come to mind?!
# 83 Cat
South Italy, Lovin Vargas / Northern Italy, Feliciano Vargas
Feliciano Lovino showed he had picked up a kitten abandoned street just before. The cuddling and reserved honeyed nothings, and Romano proved rather jealous of that cat, filling up the little brother trying to attract attention to its
cuddling on himself
# 84 Estero
South Italy, Lovin Vargas / Northern Italy, Feliciano Vargas / All Regions
Occasionally Northern Italy made us do all the suitcases and took them abroad, often from Germany or Japan. And each time more than a holiday like a military campaign!
# 85 Strudel
Trentino Alto Adige (S üdtirol)/Sardegna, Mattia Vargas
Sardegna voleva imparare un po' di ricette dei suoi fratelli del Nord, e in fatto di dolci probabilmente era Trentino il migliore, che aveva imparato dai tedeschi. Eppure non riusciva mai ad imparare alla perfezione come si facesse il Strudel; sembrava facile, ma era tutt'altro!
#86 Estate
Liguria, Cristoforo Vargas/Emilia Romagna, Emilia e Sandra Vargas
Se fosse meglio l'appennino Tosco-Emiliano o le Cinqueterre era una discussione che per anni aveva visto litigare Liguria ed Emilia. Ma tanto entrambi sapevano che quella che vinceva la battaglia era Sandra, che si intrometteva dicendo: tanto vengono tutti da me!
#87 Volgare
Campania, Giuseppe Vargas / Lazio, Augusto Vargas
"Who have you ever Mann quer country? If you knew how many people that there is! Er mayor is my friend, you dije you that I've got Mannato I ... "
The other regions of Campania and Lazio were often quite vulgar, but they could not hide a smile when they began to mention Alberto Sordi, almost drunk
# 88 Nuclear
All Regions / Russia, Ivan Braginski
"Among three years will bring nuclear energy! Are you happy with? "He smiled after Russia's agreements with the Italian one of its chief, received only a curt response and upset unanimous" NO! "
# 89 Gazebo
Friuli Venezia Giulia, Julia Vargas / Veneto, Philip Vargas
looked like two old bucks' s eight hundred and took tea in the gazebo of Julia, Philip was invited by his sister for an afternoon together. Yet he seemed to be a key player in Elisa di Rivombrosa while immersed in the green ate cookies and drank tea.
# 90 Aquarium
Liguria, Christopher Vargas
Maybe it was a bit 'too soft, or childish, but spent whole Liguria days in his aquarium in Genoa to play with dolphins, seals and dolphins, and had to admit he enjoyed a world.
# 91 Mountaineering
Trentino Alto Adige (S ü dtirol), Emanuel Vargas / Veneto, Philip Vargas / Piedmont, Vincent Vargas / Val D'Aosta, Claude Martin Vargas / Lombardy, Lori Vargas / Friuli Venezia Giulia, Julia Vargas
When Veneto brought his brothers to go a bit 'of climbing was always a disaster. Lori and Vince initially argued to choose where to practice, then come in Trentino, took them to the ears and wore them on his-Dolomiti, then fighting over who should be the team leader, and Friuli-imposed to silence the other males, who would then carry supplies, and always loaded on the shoulders of Claude. " At the end we always wanted a week to arrange a trip to the Alps.
# 92 Clouds
Puglia, Gaspar Vargas / Basilicata, Annabella Vargas
frequent pauses to look at the shape of the clouds when came together to walk together hand in hand. Puglia And there was always the strangest forms, and Basilicata are always wondering how a cloud could be in the form of the peninsula of Puglia.
# 93 Scrap
Piemonte, Vincent Vargas
was a torture for him to see hundreds of old cars being scrapped, How could people treat her so small creatures, dents, smashing, destroying literally. Some people had more respect for its cars!
# 94 Phone
Sicily, Rosalia Vargas / Emilia Romagna, Emilia and Sandra Vargas
great invention was the telephone! So Rosalia and the twins were gossiping for hours even if they are miles away from one another about their brothers and other nations and regions
# 95 Government
Lombardy, Lori Vargas / Lazio, Augusto Vargas / America, Alfred F. Jones
As usual, America had gone home again to convince him of the Regions After a imitate its form of government-because he was the hero, and was to be a model of inspiration, "but every time the two Italian regions nisba always reply. They were a united family, and would never be separated for the world!
# 96 Mediterranean
Umbria, Francis Vargas
Oh yeah! Everyone knew him and mocked to be the only
Region center not to overlook the sea. But it was not his fault that those bullies of his brothers always kept him out of the Mediterranean just to the beach then pay him when he wanted to go on vacation!
# 97 Cuddles
Piemonte, Vincent Vargas / Valle d'Aosta, Claude Martin Vargas v France, Francis Bonnefoy
Vincent was desperate because of his shameful situation with Claude, not even three months from Vash had served, in fact they only did the Swiss come hysterical. "Mon Piedmont, have not yet realized that Vallée d'Aoste just need to cuddle," he explained France. And who knows, maybe even with a caress Claude would calm down ... or would it be worse, who knows.
# 98 Fever
Northern Italy, Feliciano Vargas / Friuli Venezia Giulia, Julia Vargas / Emilia Romagna, Emilia and Sandra Vargas
When Feliciano had a fever and was not well, the three girls always flocked north to cure and treat. They would certainly never done with any other of their brethren!
# 99 Vulcan
Sicily, Rosalia Vargas / South Italy, Lovin Vargas
When he woke Etna in Sicily was always prey to various mood swings, ranging from anger to insecurity extremely pure, and only Lovino could undo all those emotions, exhibiting an even greater anger than the sister and an impatience that the Sicilian calmed down immediately.
# 100 Christmas
Piemonte, Vincent Vargas / Lombardy, Lori Vargas
Vincent was too diligent to his work and often spent Christmas Eve at work. Knowing that he would spend the night alone locked the door behind him sigh, and then surprised when he saw the table set and Loris, apron and oven gloves, showing him smiling at him and wished him a merry Christmas turkey
End
Foreword.
stories written for the birthday of pornononna ValyChan, it is nothing of that, or something amazing, but I've made an effort, here! And though we miss almost a month to the fateful day, I decided to start now. This story takes place in three or four chapters and ending on D-Day, with many good wishes to the grandma.
I know how you like the couple, I like it too ecchecavolo EAR
And so I decided to write about Hwoarang and Xiaoyu. I do not mean a lot of Tekken, I played very little to 5, but this pretty much FICT is set at the beginning of the fifth volume. Hwoarang was taken Korean army, but escaped for the tournament. My story starts here.
Happy reading \u0026lt;3
trivial way, forgive me I'm not able to give names to my stories
1. The caged tiger
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In the silence of the night, the military training camp in Seoul, still asleep, echoed one noise, an eerie screech that would certainly put the willies to anyone who was awake, or accidentally awakened by the sound annoying.
Like a sadistic teacher who taunt their students scratching their nails on a blackboard, a figure quite massive red hair that was visible even in darkness, crouching in front of the wall of his room rubbing violently a pebble scratching against the wall to draw a long line, followed by many others.
was the personal manner of the young man to take account of the days that passed. If he had not he probably would have lost track of time, so the days passed too slowly and crushing monotony, he seemed to live forever on the same day.
soon concluded that meticulous sat patiently counting the notches on the wall, gathered in groups of five. It was exactly 67 days passed from his imprisonment in the prison disguised as academy, too many for someone like him.
When they had forcefully taken from the Iron Fist Tournament he was told that he was part of the voluntary military service army. But what volunteer? What freedom of choice?
Hwoarang was taken by force, with guns pointed at, and was thrown into the sewer to serve a country that he had never given anything not even respond, otherwise the butt of his pistol against his forehead.
That place slowly destroys and erodes from within the soul, in its most fragile sanity doing crazy, like slow drops of water digging the hard rock with their incessant tapping sequence in a precise and mechanical.
not give a damn about the war, politicians wanted to bite each other? But let me take a seat outside, he said to himself.
and cares even less about the future of South Korea, a country that had taken so much and had never given anything in return.
His home was the street. His purpose in life was to beat Kazama. His aim to win the tournament. Then Korea could happily go fuck with his love of country.
did not know why he was there.
His fighting skills were perhaps useful to some general?
The government had so afraid of as a criminal by Hwoarang volerselo remove the back and at the same time making it useful for the country?
Besides, if he had died in war would have risen weight come back?
But he had no certainty, nor knew the real reason. He could only assume vain assumptions, so no one would confirm them to him.
Being locked inside the walls were mildewed, obey orders daily to cruel, make grueling training, was the opposite of what he did in his ordinary way of life, and this gave him on my nerves.
was a tiger who loved freedom, and owner of the place, did what he pleases as long as the army is not dogs decided to put his leash and a muzzle and had been locked in a cage .
But it would be released soon.
Although, if you kill it was their goal, there were succeeded very well.
" Hey Hwoarang!" Bunk-mate called to him from the darkness of their litter, still awake or awakened by the sound of the red rocks, leisure, launched against the wall. "Why are you still awake? At five o'clock there is training night. " Chon'tae Ku. A country boy who had enlisted on his own initiative and got on the nerves to Hwoarang. For him it was all a game, and he liked to sit in that hole closed with the sole purpose of faithfully obeying his superiors.
" I know, Ku. We do it all damn morning, the very same time! "Attacked him showing his teeth like a furious animal, gesturing aggressively. Chon'tae curled up on himself afraid, the former champion in taekwondo when she was in a bad mood, he never went annoyed or contradicted.
restless and aggressive behavior of Hwoarang, he used to be in control, not to follow orders, the disciplinary letters always meant-without giving him the satisfaction of being kicked out of camp, and hours or whole days locked in a dark cellar, or detention cell, as they called the recruits, a symbol and manifestation of the idea that red was made of the field: a real prison.
sighed heavily, clenching his fists and his teeth trying to quell the anger. "I will go from here," hissed a sentence which seemed filled with so much hope and certainty.
" I hope for you, friend" merely remarked recently Chon'tae convinced, even more irritating Hwoarang.
" And I will do now,"
center of Seoul, after a few hours.
Massage the hand and ignoring the aching pain flipping to its side Hwoarang walked slowly through the streets of the metropolis Korean, maneuvering for the dark alleys inhabited by poor and homeless vagrants as if he knew the roads by heart.
He had managed to escape from that place, almost miraculously dare say.
During training of the five had escaped the control of the general for a moment, breaking the lines and running with all the breath he could to his only escape route: a wall with barbed wire.
The sparanono against, but thanking his almost feline reflexes managed to dodge most of them. That is why the wound between the ribs.
With a leap he could to climb over the wall, all the muscles pulled up to asking him for mercy, but not to fall into the wrong he had to cling to the wire, cutting his hand in a superficial way, fortunately. He landed on the other side, exit, freedom, and running like crazy to make up to avoid capture and bullets aimed at his legs-legs valuable for taekwondo, legs that had always led to victory, legs had also saved in that time-racing at breakneck speed, madly toward the center of Seoul.
He had said farewell to general screaming, he had said goodbye to the cold, the mud, the humiliation, those crazies who had cut her long red hair.
And those soldiers had shown a dashing middle finger raised in triumph.
And now he was there, among the garbage and criminals, in what was once called home, and eagerly sought his old haunt. Where were his men. Yeah, them, because they were waiting for him?
When he was in front of the place where-theoretically-should have been his mansion-not worthy of a king, of course, but for someone like him more than enough-that hole, he found nothing but rubble. He tried to ask around, but it was useless.
" All those who were here, those bloody bandits were arrested and executed a month ago," said a white old lady who was there, and that he had seen lost. A friendly and pretty old, Chinese-featured, entirely out of place in that infamous place. "It's not good news, young man?"
Hwoarang cursed. Now where would he go? What would happen to him. Was bleeding a lot, and certainly could not go to the hospital, there was one of many places where the army was waiting for him with a radiant smile and handcuffs ready.
Damn! He thought. Hostage taking the old woman was out of the question, but was this to give him a hand to try to help him, moved by his despair, from his wounds, and his state of anxiety, as if he had lost.
" You look tired. Why do not you rest at home? Until you get up again you will be my guest! "Smiled the little old kinesin cordially, leaving the red stunned. But how? Accepted him into the house, he? A perfect stranger, a former gang leader and now a fugitive? Yet that was his only chance of salvation, and risk everything to be wary of a harmless lady could not be calculated. Or do you, or returned to the field.
did not know but that chance meeting with the gentle Chinese would upset his life
reikohime 
