Win, Lose, or…
It started with simple male posturing and bravado. Shouri's was more obvious, but Conrad's was only subtle, far from absent. Both men believed they were best suited for the protection of Yuuri and both men believed they had earned the right first.
Shouri was very blunt in his beliefs and suspicious while Conrad's words always dripped of calm repose, but there was no compromise within them. Yuuri's older brother was not persuaded or impressed with his conversations with the visiting Mazoku. He was convinced the soldier was almost as sneaky as that friend of his brother's even if he wasn't as clever.
It wasn't long before a series of tests to prove their worth began. It was something Yuuri would not have understood and certainly not approved of, but that was wholly beside the point. Even though their struggle was about him, it had very little to do with him.
At first, their conflict remained on a small scale and the rules and objectives were left unspoken. Who could wash the dishes faster? Who would get to the top of the stairs first? Who could finish brushing their teeth before the other one? The Shibuya household hadn't seen so much competition since the time Jennifer had been addicted to figure skating and found that with enough channels you could watch it almost all day. Yuuri had spent most of that summer in bright, sequined leotards with copious amounts of tulle.
Their tests escalated to video game and board game challenges before long. Murata could attest to never seeing a more scathing game of checkers in his many lives. And the things Mario did to those mushrooms were almost inhuman.
As things progressed their struggle had moved from one arena to another until they found themselves in an altogether unlikely position.
Missionary.
And doggie style and a few others that aren't named.
Once they were finished with their final, most intense challenge, for the third time, the two men came to a very important realization.
It was a draw.