Miharu yawned and stretched, eyeing the streets outside the window. The three had gone back to Hwoarang's hotel room to talk for a while after the tournament, but it was getting rather late. Miharu could still see the excited crowd members on the street, pointing to the bloodstains and talking about the next day to come. "Isn't it great to think we were part of this tournament? People love this kind of thing."

            Julia shrugged and gazed out the window as well. "I suppose. But it's so violent."

            "Well, sometimes you have to fight for what you want. So you might as well have some fun while you're kicking butt!" Miharu exclaimed.

            Julia laughed and tried to quiet her friend, pointing to Hwoarang, who was resting his head in his arms on the small table, asleep. "Fighting really burns you out, though."

            Miharu looked at Hwoarang and rolled her eyes. "What a lunk head. He could sleep through a meteor shower."

            "How would you know?" Julia asked, raising an eyebrow.

            Miharu grinned innocently. "I've been kicking him in the shin for the past ten minutes, he hasn't done a thing."

            "Miharu!" Julia scolded, trying not to laugh.

            "Mmph…" Hwoarang murmured and shifted his shoulders.

            "We should go." Julia advised. "He needs to sleep if he's going to fight tomorrow."

            Miharu nodded and stood as well, patting him on the head as she headed to the door.

            "Miharu…" Julia scratched her head nervously.

            "What is it?" she asked, turning back.

            "Do you…think Hwoarang can beat Bryan?" she shifted her weight onto her other leg. "I mean…sure he's a good fighter…but he's, well, younger than Bryan, and cockier than all of us."

            "So? Did you see Bryan when he finished that last fight? He looked ready to go to pieces." She assured.

            "People get hurt really bad in these tournaments. People are killed in these kind of things." She bit her lip, thinking that she was almost thankful that she had not progressed further in the contest. But she quickly became disappointed in herself for thinking that. After all, how could she think of something so selfish when her mother's life was in danger and her home was in such ruins?

            "You worry too much. Sure, some bad luck happens along the way. A few broken bones, it's nothing he can't handle." Miharu looked at her watch.

            "I hope you're right…I don't want to see him torn apart. I've…seen that happen before." She admitted.

            "Look," Miharu said, putting her hand on Julia's shoulder. "You really don't have to worry about Hwoarang. He's lost before, and he's been fine."

            "But he lost to Jin." Julia pointed out. "Jin's a nice guy, he wouldn't hurt him. But…but Bryan's different. Like he could snap at any minute, and he might. I don't know…" she adjusted her glasses and glanced back at Hwoarang. "You think he's as worried as I am?"

            "Nope." Miharu answered simply. "He doesn't worry about fighting. You know…Hwoarang grew up on the streets where he had to fight and kill every day. He doesn't fight because he wants to…he fights because he feels like he has to. Even now. At least that's what I think. But he manages to land on his feet. He's made it this far, right?"

            Julia nodded. "I guess you're right, Miharu. But there's still something about that Bryan that really scares me."

            "He's just like that. Besides…doesn't look like he has much longer anyway." She said. They both paused for a long while. "Well…goodnight, Julia. I better get going."

            "Goodnight." She replied, watching as Miharu exited the scene. She walked slowly over to the couch and retrieved a blanket, wrapping it around Hwoarang's shoulders. "Goodnight, you arrogant little punk." She chuckled, turning off the lights as she left the room.

            Hwoarang looked up in a drowsy state and squinted at the clock. 12:45. "…Julia…?"

            But Julia didn't hear him, for she was already on the other side of the door by this point. Tiredly, he groaned and laid his head back down on the glass table.

Author's Note: Okay, I have to apologize for this chapter. Just a stupid little cutesy scene, but there will be more Bryan in the next chapters. Like I said, I'm still kind of working on random chapters here to get through writer's block…*Curses the writer's block* I am so tired. Happy Holidays, guys.