"Fury? Fury, you okay?"
Bryan felt a hand clamped on his shoulder as his eyes flashed open. As he lifted his bleeding face to meet his acquaintance, he saw the curious Chinese chef, Law. Immediately, he shoved the hand away.
Law frowned and stood, folding his arms. "Sooorry. Yeesh, just thought you looked a little…"
"Go away." Bryan hissed tiredly, hauling himself to his feet.
"Well come on, they've got refreshments for the fighters out back." He motioned with his thumb.
Bryan glowered at Law and wiped the sweat off of his brow with the back of his hand. "You lost…" he whispered gruffly.
"Lost? Lost? Why I oughtta…" Law fumed, recalling the previous few days where he had been beaten by Hwoarang. He quickly thought better of it and looked away stubbornly. "Yeah? So what? After the fight, I tasted their damn food and lost it all over the head chef, if you can call him that." He chortled.
Bryan had watched that fight. He knew that the food wasn't what made Law sick, it was the powerful kick he had received in his stomach. He chose not to say anything, however.
"So anyhow, I decided I would run this show from here on out. Got nothin' much else these days. See, take these egg rolls fro example. Now you can't just go adding sauces and seasonings wherever the hell you want, you gotta have the know-how. I personally like to use just a…a little…" he faded out disappointedly as he realized that Bryan was not listening. "Okay, so I can see you're a man of few words."
Bryan would have left, but he was hungry, and this food was free of charge. Besides, it wasn't as though he had an ocean of money waiting for him back at the confines of his hotel. Picking up a cup of water, he drank it dizzily and went for another, stopping as he realized that Lei was reaching for the same cup.
Lei seethed for a moment, wincing at the pain in his nose, which was now covered with a large bandage. "What's the matter, Fury? Thirsty?" he smirked, picking up the water and splashing it in Bryan's face. He didn't even blink, carelessly letting the water drip down his face. All it really succeeded in doing was washing the blood away.
"Back off, Wulong." Sneered Law. "And go fix your face."
Lei gritted his teeth and grunted, glaring at Law as if he were some kind of parasitic infestation. "Your cooking tastes like shit, you know. I'd send the health inspector to that little 'resturaunt' of yours…but…" he chuckled.
Law clenched his fists, surprised and angry that news of his failure had gotten out into the tournament. "You're lucky that kid beat me, or you wouldn't be standing after a fight with me."
"Hm." He snorted. "Really? And where's that kid of yours? Didn't have the guts to show up?"
Law snapped and grabbed Lei by the shirt shaking him as he raged a splurge of furious words. "Listen you son of a bitch, you leave Forest ou-"
"Hey! No fighting outside the tournament, break it up!" yelled one of the many armed guards that patrolled the area, ensuring this very thing did not happen.
Law stared at the guard with a snarl and dropped Lei, who grinned and walked back into the crowd. Law shook his head and sighed. "Beaten by a nineteen year old kid and he still has that smug…cowardly little…" he kicked the ground.
Bryan watched him and nodded slowly.
"Well, I've got things to do." Law shrugged. "Here, try it. My special recepie." He shoved an egg roll at Bryan, who grudgingly accepted it. As Law merged back into the mass of people. Bryan scanned the rest of the people around the bloody outside fighting arena, but Yoshimitsu had vanished. He swallowed his egg roll and rabbed his temples idly.
"Too damn spicy…" he grumbled before languidly making his way towards his hotel.
Author's Note: So sue me, I had to add Law! Sorry, but he's one of MY favorites and this is MY story, so there. _ Actually, this chapter was created to A: Slightly lighten the nervous air B: So some personallity of the other characters outside of the tournament, and C: It was a way of getting through writer's block before Hwoarang and Bryan's match. Sorry if you don't like it, but no one's holding a gun to your head. Sorry, I'm not trying to come off so bitter, I just…AM bitter. ^_~