I awoke early to get ready for the fight. It was against Hwoarang and I really had no idea what would happen. This time instead of bringing Japanese culture to the fight, I wanted to wear American clothing. So, naturally, I picked out my red top, dark jeans, and leather jacket. It was what I wore when I first fought with Hwoarang. Maybe it would bring me some luck. I brushed through my long hair, leaving it down as I had before.

Once I'd finished getting ready, I walked out into the hallway and noticed Jin come out of his room. "Hey," I called, skipping into step beside him.

"Oh, it's you," he seemed somewhat relieved.

"Who else would I be?"

"Xiaoyu," he noticed my puzzled look and added, "uh, never mind."

I decided to change the subject. "So, who are you fighting with today?"

"I don't care as long as I win. What about you? Who are you fighting?"

"Hwoarang."

Jin just gave a look of 'Oh,' showing that he understood. Then he said, "I hope you win."

I smiled at him and said, "You too," though of course I didn't mean it. I really didn't care if he won or lost.

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When the fight was starting, Hwoarang glared at me until the announcer called it a go. Immediately, showing no mercy, Hwoarang started up an array of kicks. Staggering back up, I was ready for it. When he kicked me next I countered it by grabbing hold of his foot, pulling it closer and shoving it back, knocking Hwoarang off balance.

Standing up from the ground, he walked toward me angrily. I just grinned back at him. His fist nearly made contact with my face but I pushed it away. I dodged another punch and my hair fell in my face. I didn't see the next one coming. Hwoarang's fist collided with my eye. I stumbled backwards and he landed a kick to my stomach. Doubling over trying to catch my breath, he watched me fall but didn't come near me. Hwoarang waited until I got up before he attacked. He ran at me and before I had time to move he hit me. Even though my hands and arms had been there to protect me, I still got beaten enough to forfeit.

I lay on the ground, giving up. I'm not one to give up easily.

Hwoarang was declared the winner of the fight. I closed my eyes, resting my head against the ground. "Natari," my eyes shot open when I heard my name. Hwoarang was bent over me, his hand outstretched. Whose side are you on? First you try to kill me and then you try to help me! I would've made a comment if I wasn't so exhausted.

"You're that tired?" No, I'm just staggering up for effect. I nodded. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard." He was afraid I was gonna win, didn't want to lose his chance at fighting Jin. Hwoarang escorted me back to my hotel room.

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After I'd rested up, I decided to go out. Picking up my room key and my jacket from the table, I exited out the door and left the hotel. Reaching my hand in my coat pocket, I found what I was looking for. Sure, it was only a small kitchen knife, but I can't go killing someone without a weapon, now can I? Besides at least it'll do my some good.

I was almost fully dark, but not quite. I heard noises coming from down an ally. I followed them.

When I'd reached the place where the noises had erupted from, in front of me were two women. The blonde, who was facing me, held a handgun and had it pointing at the brunette. The brunette had her back to me so I couldn't see her face. I knew I'd seen the blonde before but I couldn't place her name. She was speaking but when she saw me, she stopped and pointed the gun over the brunette's shoulder at me. "Who are you and what do you want?"

I wasn't afraid but I needed to be nice anyway so as not to piss her off. "I don't mean harm to you, miss. I'm looking for someone."

"Who?" Her voice was just as cold as before and her blue eyes were piercing through my skin.

"Anna Williams."

She seemed to make no reaction but simply said, "What do you want with Anna Williams?"

"I need to speak with her."

The blonde then turned to the brunette, who still hadn't moved. "Anna, we're done here. You weren't much challenge anyway. Next time bring a weapon." Then she turned and walked away. The brunette turned to me.

"What do you want?" Her voice was less harsh and not as cold as the other girl's. Her eyes were softer but still the same blue.

"What's the matter, Anna, you don't recognize me?"

"Should I?"

"Ama, you killed my mother!" Cursing at her only helped fuel my anger.

"I've never killed anyone!"

I pulled the knife from my pocket and took a stab at her leg. She let out a small scream. "Tell me the truth!"

"I did! I've never killed anyone!" Anna yelled offensively. I moved to stab her other leg but she pushed my arm away. I attempted, with the other arm, to push it back but she twisted the hand with the knife and pushed it, stabbing my arm. But no scream escaped my lips. I look down to see the knife stuck between my radius and ulna, almost sticking out from the other side.

I retreated back the way I came, running away from the ally and toward the hotel.

I hid my arm in my coat, not having the courage to pull it out. As soon as I got to the hallway I looked for room 207. When I found it I hurriedly ran to the door, banging but not so much as to wake others.

He came to the door looking like he'd just got up, in fact, I'm sure that is what had happened. Before he had time to say a word, I shoved past him and shut the door. "What are you doing here?"

I turned on the light and sat on his bed. "I need your help," I pulled my arm from my jacket, "with this." Hwoarang cringed when he saw the knife.

"What happened?"

"That baka ama, Anna!"

He gave me a puzzled look then shook it off. "We have to get that out of there! Hold on!" I sighed as he ran in the bathroom to grab a towel. He came back carrying a white towel. Pity it had to be white. Placing the towel, unfolded, under my hand, he began to pull out my kitchen knife.

Death marked me crimson on the pale white of my skin. I watched the white of the towel turn to red instantaneously as blood touched its surface. Once the knife was out, I wrapped my wound in the still white parts of the towel.

Finally, I broke the silence between us. "She says she didn't do it."

"Maybe your source was wrong?"

"I don't know, I'm gonna find out tomorrow." Hwoarang helped me put a bandage on it. Before leaving, I thanked him with a smile and went to bed.

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Ama---- bitch

Baka ama---- stupid bitch