You'll Never Fight For Me

By Ms. Kinnikufann

Disclaimer: I own don't own the characters.

Warning: this fic contains  yaoi. If you don't like/don't know what that is, I suggest you don't read this fic.

Note: Nomuraman=El Nino.

Note2: In the Japanese storyline (which this fic uses) these are his (El Nino's) siblings not kids. Also his wish was for success (I presume his family was incredibly poor.) not a stupid t-shirt deal.

Note3: Despite my infamous reputation, I didn't use this pairing to squick people out.

Timeline: The Beginning of the Nomuraman(El Nino)/Mantaro match.

You'll never fight for me. I know you too well. You will never have the same tender and loving sentiments I have towards you.

Who wouldn't have tender and lo0ving sentiments towards you? You're great.

You're full of passion and you live with passion. For farming, for your siblings and mother, for your fellow farmers.

For them you would fight. You would never fight for me. Why would you?

I'm ugly as sin, I have a donkey's laugh, and I'm extremely passive-aggressive.

Why would anyone fall for me? My father has desperately tried to find someone who will. Through it's not his fault, he has failed miserably.

He silently wishes he could be Grandpa Harabote, instead of just Chairman Harabote.

That's something I can never fulfill. I wish I could.

So I bust my ass, making the I.W.F the best wrestling federation in the universe.  Hopefully, that way the Harabote name will not be forgotten.

I was filled with joy upon meeting you. You were simply a marvelous chojin.

You refused to listen to the labels other people used for you: Bastard. White Trash. Worthless.

Labels that were really the antithesis of what you were.

You made use of what you had. You couldn't afford weights, so you made your own out of stones you plowed from the ground.

You would plow using only your own strength.

I could not bring myself to approach you just yet.

In the winter, I saw your tender side. The love that you treated your siblings with, the care you with which you treated your sick mother.

When the spring came, and then the summer, I knew you would be a great chojin.

You had fought so many other battles: poverty, tiredness and prejudice.

I knew a man with your many great qualities would surely bring great glory to Muscle Planet, given the opportunity.

I still can't believe that I got to be the first one to give you that opportunity.

I know that you are above that spoiled prince, Mantaro Kinnikuman.

For you have suffered and survived.

I know that Hiroshi Pedro Nomura would never care for Ikeman Vincent Harabote anymore then as a friend or manager.

I know you deserve the success you have worked so hard for.

So fight. Win.

Even though I know it would never be me you fought for.