Beginning Anew
Chapter 3: Elisa
"You're sure you just want a mattress?"
"Of course." Hwoarang replied. "That's all you really need."
"Ok then." Jin turned to the salesman. "He'll take that mattress and I'll take that bed over there."
The salesman smiled broadly, nodded, and hurried off.
"I think he's happy one of us bought a bed." Jin smirked.
Hwoarang snorted, "The only thing a bed does is slam against the wall when you're having sex..."
Jin turned red and Hwoarang started to laugh. He had been making Jin blush all morning. It was quite fun and amusing to him. The salesman came back with Jin's credit card and said that everything would be delivered tomorrow morning. Jin signed all the necessary forms and the two left the store.
"Well...I think we've bought everything we need."
"So that means no more shitty-ass shopping?"
Jin laughed. "No more shopping. Now, we have to find a dojo where someone can unteach me Mishima Karate and teach me traditional Karate."
"Yeah. Someone you can pay off so they'll keep their mouth shut just in case Heihachi's goons come looking for us."
"Or if Ling shows up." Jin said, chuckling.
Hwoarang laughed and nodded his agreement.
"Well...let's find a phonebook and do some dojo shopping."
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The first dojo the pair decided to visit wasn't that far from their apartment. It was in a renovated penthouse of another apartment building. The dojo was quiet and empty when Jin and Hwoarang entered.
"Hello?" Jin called.
A door on the other side of the dojo opened and a young Hispanic girl walked up to them.
"Yeah? What can I do for you?"
"Uh. I'm here about your ad in the phonebook." Jin replied.
"Coo' Hey Abuela. You've got a potential student here!"
"I'm coming!!"
A Hispanic woman with grey-streaked hair emerged from the next room and walked up beside the girl.
"Hello. I'm Elisa Melosa and this is my granddaughter, Drina. How can I help you?"
"I want to unlearn the style of fight I know and learn traditional Karate."
"Ok. What style of fight do you know now?"
"It's...a customized style of Karate...from a blood line I do not wish to have."
Elisa frowned thoughtfully, "Mishima Karate, si?"
Jin looked up in surprise. "I..."
"Yes. You are Kazuya Mishima's son..."
Hwoarang pulled Jin back a few steps, standing in front of the Kazama teen protectively. "I ain't afraid to fight a woman, lady."
Drina fell into a fighting stance but Elisa put her hand on the girl's shoulder, shaking her head. "No Drina. It's ok."
Hwoarang frowned, fist raised.
"You have the same hair as your father, boy." Elisa said, smiling. "Do not worry. I hate the Mishima bloodline as much as you do. You can call off your bodyguard..."
Jin blinked, still shocked, and put his hand on Hwoarang's fist-lowering it. "How do you know the Mishimas?"
"Heihachi has killed several of my students. I only saw Kazuya once...during the Iron Fist Tournament 2 but I can see the family resemblance."
Drina half-smirked at Hwoarang, making the redhead's blood boil.
"Relax. Down boy..." Jin said, grabbing onto the back of Hwoarang's shirt. "She's only a child."
"I may only be fourteen but I could sure as hell kick your ass." Drina replied, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"Drina." Elisa scolded. "Pride and over confidence will always lead to your ruin."
Drina muttered something and ran off.
Elisa sighed, "She is too much like her father."
"Uhm..." Jin mumbled, not sure what to say.
"I will unteach and teach you, boy." Elisa said. "Be here every morning at six sharp. No later."
"Yes Ms. Melosa." Jin replied.
"Call me Elisa." The woman smiled.
After talking a bit more with Elisa, Jin and Hwoarang decided to go for lunch.
"Six in the morning...that's harsh. But I guess you will need some intense training to learn a new style."
"Will you...be there for me?" Jin asked.
"At six in the morning, no. Any other time, sure."
Jin laughed and shook his head. "How did Baek ever put up with you?"
"That man had an infinite span of patience..." Hwoarang replied, laughing along with Jin. "Though I swear he wanted to kick my ass sometimes."
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