Written for the '31days' livejournal community.
Theme: the challenge: bring order to the whole
Kaoru is always the one who grins with anticipation once the girls' belts start flashing. One other challenge, one other opponent to test her strength, exchange blows with, and make sure to thoroughly rout.
Her competitive nature hadn't changed in these three years since she got hit by that white light. It didn't subdue from befriending two certain effeminate girls. In fact, it had arise for all to see.
High school offers much tougher rivals and demands far more strength, stamina and skills for those whose goal is to become authentic athletes. In there, severe and constant odds wait to be met.
Kaoru sees this environment as a huge terrain for her to fight, struggle and win her way to the top.
The monsters, old and new, have themselves grown more destructive, undeniably harder to defeat. If Buttercup wants to hammer them down or send them flying into the horizon, she must ultimately attack and pause onto nothing. At all.
Kaoru sees the monsters, too, as potent powers for her to overcome.
And now she pounds the table with one firm punch, while raising from her chair, angry eyes fixed on Momoko. Momoko who had just -in a haste moment during their already heated argument- spat that, in an all out duel, Kaoru's alter ego would horribly ilose/i to hers.
Kaoru decides that now she will, at last, set that damn years-awaiting challenge. Time to settle this down once and for all. Leader or not, Blossom's soon hammer-beaten body will lay defeated on the ground.
She startled feels a soft touch on her still clenched fist upon the table.
Turning her gaze she sees Miyako next to her -always next to her- giving Kaoru a gentle, pleading look, yet accompanied with a trusting smile.
"Please, just let it go."
The warmth upon her hand by Miyako's soft fingers that now slowly caress her ice solid knuckles, is what makes Kaoru's furious glare to gradually fade back into her usual leer-
"Please."
-and to slowly loose the clutched fingers.
Kaoru right then concludes that she cannot overcome this power, this combo of tender touch, voice, and lulling blue eyes.
And simply accepts defeat.
A/N: So yeah I felt like writing something short, fast and clean. Hope it came out decent.