So this guy I sit next to told me to check my phone today in chem and when I did I had a text telling me to stop looking at him, he already knows he's handsome. He also said I was blessed to have him in two of my classes and I said it was funny cause being blessed feels an awfully lot like being stabbed with a pencil and that I was only looking over cause I thought he was having an exorcism next to me and I didn't wanna miss it.

Shoutout to Kat and PsychoPyro you two are beyond amazing srsly. This is for you guys 3


My hands tapped against the metal benches on either side of me, however when my left hand touched something wet, I quickly stopped and rubbed my hand against my jacket over the area of my stomach. Sasori was watching me with a slightly disgusted look but I paid him no attention this time as he was a bit of a clean freak. Thinking about it that may be why stuffed both hands in his pockets. He also hunched over now more aware than ever of the people behind us. I glanced back at them but they already seemed to lose interest in us.

Suddenly the lights dimmed and the people became so loud and livid that I could feel them pulsating through my veins. Some people hollered and others just beat against the benches, stomping and clapping to a created beat. Flashing colorful lights began to rove over the rings and the stands as well and a voice was heard through a microphone, "Are you reeeaaadddyy?" People roared even louder. "I SAID 'ARE YOU READY'!" The screams became even more earsplitting but unlike Sasori I didn't cover my ears but neither did I join in making the noise. "Tonight is a treat as we continue in the champion's struggle to the top to obtain the title of the greatest among us!" He paused for the people to get their hollers in before resuming, "Jirobo will now fight the foreigner from Germany, a powerhouse in his own rights: Kankuro!"

Everyone screeched as two robots, a green one and a red one, came stomping to the centered ring from other sides of the rooms. They were giants and each step made a thudding noise that would make the floor vibrate. Similar in size, about 12 to 14 feet, and both had missing weapons that had been detached for reasonable purposes, however there were differences in designs, indicating different models. The red one was a sleeker red and more rounded at the head and shoulders, the arms thinner, but supposed to be faster, whilst the green was more blockier and thicker everywhere, it wouldn't go down easily. Kankuro apparently being the green as the red got more attention and its arm fist pumped the air, like a person on a winning streak.

Both stepped through the crowds and into the elevated ring, the lights dancing against their surfaces making the metal glisten as if in a rainbow moonlight. No referee appeared, meaning anything was legal in this fight and the voice on the intercom would be the deciding factor. A misty timer appeared overhead the ring, red and big but not tangible. The voice on the intercom spoke again, "For all you who missed the previous fights, then do we all feel sorry. More importantly the rules are clear: there are none. The fight has three rounds, each four minutes, and at the end of each a magnetic field in the ring will be disrupted, immobilizing the robots and for the pit crew to come and have a look for a few minutes. After all: we aren't totally cruel." You could hear him snicker into the microphone. "Alright, count down with me people: 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5… 4… 3… 2… aaannnd 1!"

The robots immediately surged forward the red one swiping with an ungodly speed at the helmet of the green one, his arms like two helicopters. The green one didn't seem fazed however and took the beating before throwing a punch of its own into the center of the red one. Jirobo seemed to lose balance for only a second before the robot's stumbling became purposeful steps as it spun and towards the end of the spin took a giant leap at an angle to where it finished by throwing a superman punch at the other's helmet. This time sparks were visible and when the red landed a roar erupted trough the crowd as everyone could feel the quivering. Kankuro's robot seemed more sluggish to its commands now as the robot had responded to blocking a new onslaught rather slowly.

Again the red was a whirlwind. To everyone's shock through, the green one ended up grabbing the arm of Jirobo's and when his other hand tried breaking the hold that one was grabbed too. There was a suspenseful moment where Kankuro brought the robot's arms up and began to tug at them in different directions. We could all hear the gears as it was being tugged apart. This didn't last long, for the red robot used this holding to jump up and go completely horizontal, using the pulling to pull backwards himself, kicking both feet out and creating the same noise to come from the green. Kankuro's choices was either let go or have his own arms torn off so his robot let go, making it fall to the floor with an even bigger thump than Jirobo's smaller robot.

Just as Jirobo was raising his foot raise to stomp on the center of the robot, the buzzer went off and both robots stilled. The pit crews rushed forward and onto the ring to deal with the damage. I looked down not realizing I was leaning forward, hovering above my seat by my two hands that gripped the edge in a vice-like grip. Forcefully, I pried my hands open and off, sitting back and uncurling and curling my hands to get the blood to flow again. I looked over at Sasori and he seemed as bored as ever, maybe even a little irritated at all this sound, but that didn't show on his blank face, "Who are you rooting for?" I asked above the noise.

He blinked, seeming to come back from his own world and looked slowly at me, "Why- It's not like you're rooting for anyone either."

I flashed a small smile, "Heh, I guess you're right."

He snorted softly before looking back and resting his cheek against his palm, his elbow now propped up on his knees. The other hand was still in his sweater's pocket. I watched how his curved back made a very prominent C, as if his body was frowning for him. He wasn't mad; this was just how he was. I don't believe he even knew how to show excitement. Maybe he was more of a robot than the ones fighting for he sure only had certain expressions hay-wired into his brain…

The buzzer started again and I glanced up sharply. The robots were in their same positions when the buzzer rang and immediately they began again. Both seemed somewhat refreshed for the green quickly rolled out of the way of the stomp that just ended up reverberating against the tough ring. I'm not sure entirely what it was made of but the ring could take countless beatings from the robots. Kankuro's robot did a robot version of a kip-up that shook the bands a little when he landed on his feet. Immediately the two robots began to circle each other.

The red robot swayed a little from side to side but it was the green one that came zipping, sliding sceechingly against the floor before it did something that everyone gasped at. Kankuro had the robot reach back behind him, at the spot that had once held a large gun, and he pulled out a scrap of metal from the robot, revealing some of the circuitry. This was unexpected, it was legal as it wasn't technically a weapon illegalized, but this was clearly a strategy worthy of a general.

Still in motion, it warped the metal into a crude disk before bringing it up, and with the weight of the stronger green robot behind it, thrust it deeply into right shoulder of Jirobo's robot at an angle to where it probably touched Jirobo's buttons and controls directly, if not Jirobo himself. Tides had turned as the red robot sparked and shook from the lost of control of the right arm. Electric sparks rolled down the arm and to the fingers of the robot.

For a moment everything stopped as we all watched what would happen. The right hand swayed a little, indicating its looseness and then Jirobo began to spin at such a speed that his robot's features were blurred. He used this speed for the arm to flail naturally around with him, smacking the green robot harshly in the face and indenting it to about a third of it caved, the metal crinkling like paper.

The robot started to cave forward and Jirobo grabbed the back of the head as he brought his knee up to swiftly knee Kankuro's robot. There was a hollow echo as we could hear Kankuro inside get rattled up. Still he didn't relent and brought his elbow up but was stopped by the buzzer. The pit crew came forward but for Kankuro, his robot was far too gone to be quickly touched up. He needed a shop.

"Kankuro's going to win."

I blinked and looked over at Sasori who was looking off to the side and not at the robots. He sat there and you couldn't really be sure he said anything, except I knew he did, "Why do you say that? His robot is almost completely destroyed."

"He's going to win." He repeated, eyes still not actually on the robots. I gave him a long stare but he never even looked at me. Finally, I glanced away and back at them as they began the final round and, despite Sasori's words, Kankuro's robot was in no better conditions than where they left off, however to some extent Jirobo's arm seemed to work. The elbow that had been suspended at the end of the last round finally came bearing down and it came down hard. Again you could hear Kankuro being jostled on the inside. Jirobo gripped at Kankuro's robot's head, pulling it back and reaching into his own shoulder to pull out the disk that was in him, getting ready to sever the head completely. He pulled back and with such a speed that you could almost miss it, he swung it in an arc down on Kankuro's neck… only he didn't make it that far.

Kankuro had reached up and blocked it, with his forearm, colliding the two robot's forearms. It was if watching real people fight and the under dog had stopped a critical blow. With the arm that was raised, he shot out and wrapped Jirobo's robot's neck in his large hand and began to crush. You could see the dent even from the stands. Jirobo tried raking across the surface of Kankuro's robot with the disk but he wouldn't relent. In a vice-like grip, with spluttering of the coils in the neck, it gave a final creak before snapping under the pressure, and Jirobo's robot lost it's head. The match was over and Kankuro had won.

Both robots still stood, Kankuro stooped and Jirobo headless, when the visible wave went over the ring, stilling the robots. No one in the crowd made a noise, finally the speakers came on, "… My oh my, lady and gentlemen, no one could have called it! An unexpected turn of events, our champion has lost to the foreigner!" And there was a deafening roar. Because no one could have called it… except someone did but he would never claim that.

I glanced over at him, "How'd you know that, hmm?"

"Know what?" He asked absentmindedly, glancing over at me.

"You know what! Kankuro winning! He was clearly in the losing position, hmmm!"
He brought his hand up to his mouth, looking as if he was chewing thoughtfully on the nail but we both knew that he was only doing it because that's what looked normal. He wouldn't put his hand anywhere near his mouth, "I'm not sure." He knew and he knew I knew that he did.

I nodded and glanced away as the lights dimmed a dark blue, casting everything in a mystical light, "Now, for the final event, one of you will get to fight in the area against this week's champion for the grand prize of 5,000 dollars. If you lose nothing happens. If you win, well boy you better be prepared for a new life."

Immediately around us, everyone stood up, eager to be the lucky soul to fight for the chance of that prize. My feet pressed into the benches in front of us, feeling the vibrating sensation down to my toes. By my side Sasori seemed to shrink into himself even more, but the attention to that detail was stored away, only ever reaching the back of my mind for a split second. What if I was chosen? Would I get in the machine? Would I stand a chance against Kankuro? They say when you feel anticipation it's like an acidic feeling dripping from an IV into your stomach, but I didn't feel it. So I guess that was an answer.

But when the gold light streamed across my legs and the screams became deafening I could feel the clench. It was as if time was slowing down, the roving light becoming slower and slower as it danced across my thighs. I expected it to pass completely, being one of the souls never even considered.

I was partially right. I was never considered. The light passed over me. Mostly. Just a shiny sliver was on a fraction of my pants. And time did seem to stop as I slowly followed where the light had stopped. I saw his eyes, wide with horror, reflecting amber in the light.

Sasori had been chosen to fight.

I could feel his body quiver by my side, he made to leave. Before he even got the chance to stand up, I reached out and grabbed his wrist. I don't know why I did it. He didn't want to fight. I didn't particularly want him to fight. So why was I holding onto his shaking arm?

He turned to look back at me and in that eye contact I saw the noose drop to the ground. "Fight" I whispered. His eyes told me he wanted anything but. Yet at the same time he hadn't forced my loose grip off his wrist.


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Okay now onto Glitch since I have the time.God I sound like a horrifyingly stern substitute. You guys are amazing and I hope to see you all soon enough!