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Authoress: Vitalini
Rating: T
Summary: See chapter 1
Warning: language and violence but its all pretty weak.
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything, except my characters.
Author's note: I should apologise for the wait. I got bored with it, edited three times and then at the end of last year my computer crashed and when it was fixed everything was wiped off it, this included so I had all the fun of redoing it, again. Also I'm been loaded down with work, still am but I'm stuck with that so hello Fanfiction! I'm sorry the writing is of a poor quality, I just need to get this out the way to start on the better and more exciting chapters. Its dragging on so much! Please try and enjoy. i tried to do some different things in this chapter (spice it up and aliavte my boredom with it) so please tell me if it works or not.
Lastly I don't think my grammar has improved much, just a warning and there may be spelling mistakes I've missed (so sick at looking at this chpater) but I would also like to apologise in adavnce for them, wherever they maybe.
After the morning drama the day past with no more than a slight hiccup when Tabby thought she'd broken her thumb but it turned out only to be slightly dislocated at the IP joint, whatever that was. Of course, the tendons and ligaments were snapped and torn. But like Tseng said, Materia was a wondrous thing and she was back in action in just over half an hour with her digit just a little stiffer.
It was now only one hour before he would have to go to the common room, He imagined the other's were still resting or doing some kind of mental preparation for the fights ahead, while he was sat there stroking the small blue and black ball in his hand.
He was trying to force his head to empty but it refused to co-operate. All he could think about was Red, why did he have to go and get seriously ill, now he could not concentrate on anything properly. Taking a deep breathe he tried again. This time instead of clearing his mind, a fruitless exercise when there was so much swimming around in it, he focused on redirecting his thoughts. In the end, he settled on reviewing the days training, minus Tabby's injury. The seniors had trained in a different room to them today but that didn't stop his group working themselves to the ground trying to improve in the small time they had left. Rude focused on his own game more than the others for once and later had gone off to his own corner to practise by himself. He'd used this time to observe others; the short glimpses he managed to catch between his own flying kicks and punches were enough to make him slightly nervous about tonight. Reliving what he'd seen and his own adrenaline rush, a giddy anticipation grew in his chest.
The training had tested more than his strength; his sanity had been threatened as well. He could forgive his friends curiosity about what happened in the bathroom, they'd seen the blood on Kyo and Lyon, and they weren't stupid. Arisa had informed him of the made up story to explain away the evidence. It was convincing and he'd stuck to it but they were trained Turks, if not experienced enough to hold the title properly they still knew their stuff and no rehearsed lie would sway them. Still their questions, however trying, hadn't chased him away, it was Marko. Just thinking about it boiled his blood.
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"Come on Rude, Kyo gave us that fairy tail. We know it's not true." John twirled his daggers before he took another pretend swipe for Rude's shins, in a real fight had he been able to get close enough to cut the tendons it would be game over for the bigger Rookie.
"…"
"Just tell me the truth, man." He feinted a roundhouse kick before swinging in the opposite side with his dagger. Rude didn't step out the way this time. He brought himself in and under his opponents arm, grabbing the limb to act as a leaver for a swift sacrifice throw. John still kept hold of his weapon and Rude didn't give himself enough momentum to follow through with the grace he would have liked so abandoned the concept to get out the way of the small, pointy weapons.
"A violent coughing fit caused him to tear open some of his old injuries." He didn't know if it was true, the way he was told the lie it made him feel that even this highly plausible explanation was just that, a lie. He had a feeling the coughing and old wounds opening internally were due to whatever Scarlett had done to him.
"I don't believe you! I bet it had something to do with that mad woman's punishment. We heard the seniors talking to, you know." John glared at him but Rude kept his face as emotionless as ever, the shades forming a barrier to the only part of him that would have let his surprise show. Still John persisted, "You seem to know what's going on, and we want to know."
Rude just managed to bloke an aggressive lunge for his throat and silently marvelled at John's improved strength though most of it came from his frustration. "I understand that but I know as much as you do about it. He was coughing fit to burst and maybe he did, literally."
"That's fucked up Rude and you know it."
"Oh my, is my dear, innocent brother swearing!" Marko's annoying voice sounded too close for comfort. Looking round they found Marko observing them with his two lackeys. "Mother will be most distraught when I tell her. She may even feel the need to take you home straight away."
John looked ready to pounce but had enough sense to not fall for his Brothers bait; he'd learnt that the hard way. "This isn't School; she can do no such thing." Glaring venom at Marko, he began to turn away but halted as Jordo's silky voice trailed over to him.
"Running away, eh?"
"Save your energy for tonight." quickly cut in before things turned ugly Rude stepped between them, he didn't need the siblings going at it each other now. He shot Jordo a dark look wondering why the man was provoking his friend. Naturally, as a superior passed by Jordo pretended not to be involved anymore but he stayed by Marko, whho didn't appear to want to move on just yet.
At length neither side said anything promoting John, the most impatient, to ask, "What do you want?"
"We don't want anything," Marko stated looking down his nose at his brother, "I just heard you talking about that…what's his name? …the redhead."
"What's it to you?"
"I'm your elder brother ain't I?" the false caring in his words was sickening, "It's my duty to make sure you don't do anything stupid. I would not get involved with that idiot if I were you. He deserves all he gets, acting like that around his superiors. He wouldn't last three weeks." Marko's eyes narrowed as he talked, his tone becoming more serious.
"I'd prefer that idiot to you any day." John spat back, shaking with restrained rage and Rude stuck out a hand to rest on his friend's arm in the hope it would calm him down a little.
Marko didn't seem the least bit fazed by John's stubbornness. "Stay away from him or I will make you keep your distance. You are an embarrassment enough with out ruining the family name entirely by associating with complete morons and failures worse than what you already go around with."
He said all he had to say and left Rude with the dilemma of unleashing John and getting them all into trouble or to keep hold of the furious man he'd instinctively grasped. Rude's revengeful side liked the former option but his logical and humane side kept his arms tightly wrapped around his friend's arms until they were out of sight.
He watched Marko's retreating back through the figures of Doug and Jordo, equally infuriated as John but smart enough to keep his head. If he hadn't been staring so intently he might have just missed Jordo giving them a discrete wink before disappearing out of the room along with the others. Only then did he let John go as the smaller man began a new stream of profanities that would defiantly make his mother swoon if Marko was still here to hear report back to her. Not that he would actually do that.
Feeling the need to release some steam and not wanting to give the others some nasty injuries he announced he'd be training on is own from now on. Of course, John protested but he silenced him by destroying the first punch bag he came across with a single well-aimed punch. Then his friend left him in peace.
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The anger returning to him reminded him of what beating Marko would prove. He couldn't believe he was regarded a failure or an idiot and the certainly couldn't see the others as such thinks, by beating the number one student he'd show him John was with the right crowd. However, he couldn't stand what Marko said about Red either. The Kid had saved that Jackasses skin and that was all he could say about him. He didn't really know the redhead very well but he could bet his life that he wasn't a failure despite whatever else he might be. Maybe he was being big headed considering he had not fought Marko for over a year and the number one student was that for a very good reason. But he'd trained hard, and the hours of training today made him feel more than ready to rise to the challenge.
Placing the toy down, he rubbed his eyes beneath his shades before deciding to remove them all together, after all, he kept his room dark out of habit so the shades just made the places darker than necessary. In the dim lighting, he could make out the worn furniture and beside him the outfit Arisa had left for him, now was not the time to get angry but to get ready; but there was something he had to do first.
Taking a faded photo from beneath his pillow, he manoeuvred it to view under the Mako light coming through his small window. Gently he traced the familiar, wrinkled features of his old master, almost in the same way he'd caressed the ball before. Absorbed by the man's sharp, dark eyes and creased but proud smile as he gripped the strong shoulders of a much younger Rude. Grinning down at the aged face the fury that had accumulated inside was washed away as new emotions swept over him. If only he could still be here to give his advice or approval. At the very least, he wished he had more than just this single photo of the man that had saved him from a life on the streets, taught him martial arts and the value of his own fists over any weapon but most importantly what a real father was supposed to be. He wished over and over, that he'd been strong enough to take revenge or even to get there earlier and perhaps prevent his death.
But wasn't that the same old story?
Perhaps had he been able to go with Youji or somehow have stopped him going in that helicopter, he could have kept his promise to his parents. Hindsight, like Materia, was a wonderful thing so there was no going back now. Then again he didn't have much choice anymore; Arisa had described her journey of becoming a Turk as a one-way rollercoaster ride with more bumps in it than a Mideel mineshaft. So now, he was in the system and fulfilling someone else's life he could only try to make it work. He could never go back to his life, even if he had the choice. There was no one to welcome him back if he tried.
'You said you would protect him, why didn't you?'
He was never going to make any more promises; from now on, it was just him and the long road ahead. Finally he got up to change. Finding that the Turk had picked his best suit was only another small fact that seemed to please him more. The fresh, crisp, fabric complimented his private declaration of a fresh start.
Feeling more content than before he took a moment to admire the handiwork of the deceptively, simple suit. The designer must have taken great pains to make the excellent garment; it was suitable for all aspects for the job yet retained a business and professional look. Certain differences made the suits distinctly recognisable even in the slums. Firstly and most obviously was the zip in the Jacket instead of the buttons, which made it more of a cross between an outdoor Jacket and a suit Jacket. It was this way for practical reasons, it was less likely to catch on things for a start and easier to undo in a hurry. Secondly the Slacks were just that little bit loose and lighter making them wrinkle with ease but allowed unrestricted movement and could even stretch just that extra bit if need be. Thirdly, the style fitted the body and simultaneously hung loose, making them comfortable in any type of field. A little fact people probably wouldn't want to know was that the breathable fabric never seemed breathable enough, as Jim could testify to, but the tailor had tried their best. People were unlikely to notice the subtly differences between the real Turk uniform and what the Rookies paraded around in. He couldn't wait for the new suits, better quality and possibly more breathable fabric if that was possible.
Shaking his head he quickly got dressed, half an hour to spare was more than enough time than he needed. There was no reason to hang around anymore, time to go to the common room. They actually found out earlier today that it was more of a small staff room for the employees on that floor when they couldn't be bothered going up to the main one several stories up. It was apparently the first time the company had to deal with so many rookies and where to put them was a problem, it had only been a day or two but they were already under everyone's feet on that floor since making it the rookies HQ. By tomorrow they'd have access to more floors of the ShinRa Tower.
He met no one on the way and not speaking to those already in the room he made a beeline to the back and waited for the others to turn up. You'd probably think it was rude that he would walk by as if none of the others existed but by now they were used to him and his unconsciously rude tendencies. It was clear the Seniors weren't coming, lifted of their duties to watch over their Rookie groups there didn't need to be here with them, they had better things to do anyway. Being part of the program to introduce the new Turks they were relieved from their normal work except trivial jobs such as surveillance and filing, while the Rookies did whatever they did. The idea was they were available at anytime if needed, so Arisa said but her tone suggested it was an unnecessary precaution. Rude guessed it was either a perk for having to help with the introduction and the ending tournament or they didn't want to send them on missions were they wouldn't come back and leaving them to give the awkward explanations.
His 'crew' only just managed to arrive a minute before Tseng, running down the hall to make it. The Second-in-command was early. Apparently the President had grown impatient, no doubt that wasn't unusual. So they were unceremoniously rushed to the Arena, only slowing when they neared the exit to the tunnel where they began marching down. Until now, it had seemed like an unreal blur but as the roaring of the unseen crowds penetrated his skull, the realisation of the whole thing hit him like a bucket of cold water. Performing in front of crowds wasn't his forte. Not to mention the significance of the evening when he thought about it, their whole reputation could be made or destroyed tonight, before most of the company no less. They kept walking into the ever-growing light; once again, he was thankful for the shades. Bursting through the light as the cool air pushed against them and the cheers of the crowd rattling his sense he felt his insides tingle with rising excitement. Tonight he would prove himself. Stepping into the Arena there was a formal pause to let the undistinguishable mass have a good look. For a heart beat Rude closed his eyes, taking in the shouts and allowing the anticipation flow around him.
The cold rushing air of the tunnel, the numb senseless journey here was forgotten in the noise that could rival Leviathans mightiest cry. Never had anything felt so real or oppressing. Despite the pressure of being watched and the smell of hundreds of people packed into the relatively small space he felt the liberation that came over one that taken the final step towards a new turn in their life, there was no turning back. His colleges had their own inner turmoil for whatever reasons but being made a fool of was at the back of everyone's mind. Those who were already down to business currently eyed the competition they had never faced before.
Jim observed his taller friends unnaturally calm state. The older Rookie was used to Rude's expressionless features but the completely unfazed, aura the shaded man emitted was curious, he was sure even Rude would feel a little daunted. They made their way over to the benches situated close to the circular platform at the centre of the Arena.
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"You should be in bed." Ignoring her, I continued to stare blankly at the view outside. We'd been through this before she left, but I still ignored her advice, her reason and her desperate voice at my defiance. I didn't need this. She sighed loudly then went over to straighten her bed, preparing the sheets so I could easily slip back into them once I was done being difficult. While she was doing that, I felt the heat of her gaze roam over my mummified body. Wrapped almost entirely in bandages with only slithers of unmarred skin showing through the gaps; in some ways I did look like those monsters Tseng used to tell me about but that was another story.
I could tell she was concentrating more on my smooth skin through the white linen wraps and I knew what she was thinking – no - hoping. She was hoping the doctors, Materia, Mako and whatever other healing remedies the building possessed would make the wounds and scars disappear. For most of us, scars were reminders and we didn't need anymore of those.
Personally, I wasn't bothered, as I stood shirtless leaning against her window with the early evening sunlight pouring over me I could only think of the night ahead. I was alive, what more could I ask for. She was still jabbering on about my health, orders as well as other such junk. Sighing loudly I broke her stream of common sense for a brief second, I hadn't said anything for a while and I didn't want her thinking I was going to yield easily. "Did you bring it?"
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw her pretty face fall a fraction. "I don't know why you want it, if Tseng found out…"
I bit my lip, Tseng would probably flip but I couldn't stand lying around doing nothing like everyone wanted me to.
"You're not going to rat on me are ya?"
Turning round to look her in the eye, wearing what I hoped was my best puppy face; I was rewarded with her stern expression crumpling into a smile. "Of course not, but you have an unhealthily obsession with that laptop."
I grinned to myself as she retreated to her lounge. To be honest I didn't think she would actually go and fetch it for me. No one was going to guilt trip me into being bedridden and useless… for another few hours anyway. As a gesture of good will, I slunk back under the covers. Drawing the wonderfully cushioned and soft duvet up with me as I sat in an upright position using her many pillows as back and arm rests as well as a harder head comforter as a make shift desk.
She took her time, knowing she was doing it on purpose only made me grin more. I could wait; I would get what I wanted eventually. Snuggling into my makeshift nest, I relished in its comfort and warmth a little more than I should but it'd been ages since I'd relaxed in a bed this soft. In danger of dozing off, I called out, "I don't have an unhealthy obsession with it, and I haven't given it a pet name yet…" to anyone else I'd probably appear slow but she knew me well enough to giggle good naturedly as she returned to my side with the prize I longed for. "Besides Reeve gave it to me." I added lamely.
She smiled at the last bit. "I know, and just because I gave my shuriken a name doesn't mean I'm obsessed with her." She pressed the laptop firmly into my hands her tone both sweet and stern.
"I'm sure Rekka will be very upset about that." Shrugging off my playful comment, she set about puffing her pillows for me as I busied myself with the laptop. A red light flashed in the corner and I groaned, "the batteries low." It was just my luck.
"Here I'll attach it to the mains for you." Immediately she was pulling out all the wires from its bag and plugging them in, efficient as usual. "Why do you want it anyway?"
"Check out the competition."
"They don't expect you to fight in your condition." I bit my lip again, I had no idea she didn't know but then most people probably thought it was a given I wasn't taking part anymore, I hadn't been assigned a team and the recent scares with my health automatically took me off the list in their minds. I was pleased the higher ups still viewed me capable, a few individuals had caught my eye and to sit on the sidelines would dissatisfy my curiosity.
"Look Cissnei, its boss's orders and I'm a big boy now I can look after myself." I grinned away my surprise as she gave me a disbelieving look. The revived laptop glowed and I immediately set to work, there was little time and I needed all the information I could get.
"I don't believe that for a second," Cissnei took a seat next to me on her bed and leaned over to see what I was doing. "You've hardly changed a bit."
"Hmm?"
"Well at the orphanage you insisted on being independent even if you didn't have a clue how to look after yourself."
She nudged me playfully, but I twisted out of her way and replied, "That your excuse for mothering me because if my memory serves me well, I recall surviving a year on the streets by myself."
"This coming from the person who can only remember vague parts of his childhood," she sighed then frowned, "What do you mean mothering you?"
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, you haven't changed a bit either."
"I'm just looking out for you." Her tone was foreign to me I could not quite place it though the idea was clear enough and I knew those sentiments well.
"I'm fine, really. You should look after yourself more instead of worrying about everyone else all the time." My words were followed by an awkward pause. It was her turn to say something so I let her mull over the things in her head as I opened the files I wanted. The sound of my fingers stroking the keys filled the room for a while but at length she said something.
"I thought you looked over everyone's records."
"I did." Our voices were surprisingly quiet, though I didn't understand her mood it leaked into me and I imitated her soft voice, "I'm just double checking some interesting files."
A few key strokes later, the screen changed. "You hacked into surveillance!" Her warm breath blew against my ear at her exclamation, both impressed and shocked. I took a little pride in her reaction. "You shouldn't do that, its high security for a reason."
Again, I shrugged off her gentle scolding, it was hard to tell if she was mad or not. "I'm just looking at the training room and the Arena." I scanned the screens watching the rookies practise, judging their movements and searched for patterns. I already knew their strengths and weakness, I knew where to be careful and when to push them, and I knew whom I was going to have problems with. Manipulating them on the stage would be easy enough, they didn't lack talent or brains but their skill was still beneath ours. Technique wise I was still superior for now and that I would have to use that to my advantage though I had the issue of more blind spots than anyone else. I knew my skills would be limited tonight but hopefully I wouldn't need them all. I dare not underestimate any opponent though I had the impression I could take it easy with some. Thankfully, I knew my injuries better than they did, I could take risks that they probably wouldn't expect me to and for that I still had a trump card up my sleeve. Switching to the watch the Arena fill up I eyed the seats with disgust. This pathetic ritual, a recent idea of the executives to put on a show for Shinra supporters was still in its trial period and there was talk of it ending. I sneered at the screen, it had been a stupid idea and the selected mortals were merely pawns for their amusement, but then in the end, we all were. It was almost a sin to mix the truly talented with the weak minded in such events but it severed as a less bloody, final crack into the new recruits. Admittedly a soft touch scheme and unrealistic in comparison to what they were going to do as Turks. Those who were already part of that world didn't have to be put through this method, thus undermining the whole thing anyway. Nothing was ever simple but it was fun to watch and I'd enjoyed the twisted games the format laid out for me to play. "They're using the circular platform." An interesting choice, limited space making it difficult for long distance fighters to get a good range but even close combatants would have to be careful not to go over the edge.
"Are they? You like that one don't you?" I grinned evilly as I mused over how this setting would work for me. Obviously, I needed to keep my eyes open for every trick and opening offered my opponent. Some of the others would also favour this bare playing field, there was no added complications and your focus could be solely on your foe but equally they kept their eyes on you. No hiding places meant it was difficult to hide your actions but I was a master in discrete movements and the open staged suited me fine. In fact, given any setting I could perform, that was our job and the seniors' unfair advantage. "Just promise me you won't go all out."
I glanced at her; the atmosphere had become too heavy for my liking. "I promise…" My sudden cheerfulness failed to displace the melancholy mood but my quick observation and childish disgust of a person slyly picking his nose earned me a smirk.
"You can be very immature sometimes."
"That's why you love me." The worry in her voice had eased a bit but I'd finally pulled her from her mood as she rolled her eyes at my antics.
"Sometimes. Oh they're coming down now." My attention returned to the screen and I watched the rookies quickly march through the corridors; the cameras automatically trailing their movements for me.
"Yeah." I held back a snicker at their hurried gait the president must be impatient.
Cissnei's arm slipped round my shoulders as we watched the people on the screen. "Still think you're going to be up for it?"
"I'm going to have to be aren't I?"
She didn't say anything but pulled me into a quick embrace before hurriedly quitting the room. Leaving me muse over what I was about to see.
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Sitting on the benches Rude wanted to shrink away from the staring eyes of the crowd. He didn't understand why they being made a spectacle, they were trained for mostly secretive work so why were they in the spotlight? For them it was uncomfortable though he imagined their SOLDIER counterparts would be more at ease in this situation. Of course performing under pressure something this career would require daily so in some ways it made a little sense. They didn't know it yet, but this would be nothing compared to what they'd face in the field or even in the office. There was the comfort of the crowds being so far up they couldn't see them properly but it made you wonder how they expected to see anything from such a distance, especially those that disappeared all together as the stands stretched further up.
Only one place could view the proceedings without causing strain on the eyes, it was also the only place with any distinction in the monotonous setup. The wall directly opposite where they sat had morphed halfway up into an elaborate balcony. No doubt that was where the President was, enjoying in every sense, the best seat in the house.
Sitting at the back of the five benches set out Rude caught a few small glimpses of the large and imposing figure of the President, the man they were going to risk their lives to protect. He was too far away for the man, who was practically dictator of the East Continent, to make any impression on him though his first thought was that his employer was portly.
"I'm going to wet myself."
Looking to his left, he regarded Jim with a raised brow. The older man certainly looked like he needed the bathroom. Nervous sweat already made his face glisten; his eyes were darting from the crowds to the other rookies with obvious anxiety.
"Its just nerves but if your quick you can sneak out and no one will notice." John whispered, not looking too great himself. "I wouldn't mind joining you actually."
Rude could only shake his head as neither of them moved. Despite what John said with all eyes upon them and it would be obvious if they left. Besides what ever worries they had about fighting, it wasn't enough to risk the punishment they'd get for leaving.
"I knew this was going to be an event but I didn't realise they were going to make us a spectacle." Tabby had her hands pressed so hard against her cheeks they'd gone a distinct rosy colour.
"Got to keep the bigwigs happy though, haven't they?" John muttered, still eyeing the crowd which consisted of a large portion of the ShinRa departments, the executives and business associates, the latter being considerable fewer.
"You'd wonder why they'd bother watching us make fools of our selves." Rude looked up to see Robin sitting in front of them; he had turned round to join their conversation.
Lithia, who had unsurprisingly sat next to the short, rusty haired man added, "I knew it was going to be big but this just seems a little…"
"Eccentric?" Jim jumped in, hitting the nail on the head.
Rude wished the officials would get a move on and start this; the tension around him was becoming unbearable.
Eventually there was movement up on the balcony. Tseng's head was just visible as he walked over to the President and said something to him; he then walked to the edge of the balcony. In one fluid movement, he launched himself over the side, landing perfectly on the raised, circular stage. The seemingly suicidal action quietened the crowd and the nervous rookies. Above the Commander gave a nod and Tseng raised his hand, formally commanding everyone's attention. The air was so thick with anticipation so thick, it was almost visible.
"We will now begin." Speaking into the small mouthpiece his deep voice rang through the arena. There was a huge cheer and then he began welcoming and explaining the rules and basic events of the evening to the crowd. Rude listened with half an ear, as the others continued talking around him, they didn't need to hear it all again.
"I can't wait to get this over with," Robin muttered darkly, "Why is it so late in the evening?"
"It's just like going the theatre or something to them isn't it?" Lithia replied her eyes narrowing darkly. It did seem very degrading that they were being used as a form of evening entertainment but what could they do about it. Rude imagined it must be harder for those like Lithia who'd battled it out on the streets, what did she have to prove to these people?
"…Now let stage one commence." More cheering and clapping followed the raven-haired Turk as he joined the rookies. He unclipped his microphone, but left the small ear piece attached. Tseng's last words were for them only. "Thatch, Ricky, you're first up. Give it your all."
There was no need for the crowd to know identities of participates. Those that were analysing their performances knew who was who, that was as far as it needed to go. He gave a supportive nod to the two men as they rose. It was quite amusing to see the men walk side by side. Ricky was the lanky man Rude seen numerous times before. He was the tallest out of them all, with long shoulder length dark hair that he had allowed to curl at the ends, his fringe covered one of his brown eyes but he was fairly plain besides that. Thatch was more interesting to look at, gangly with straw like hair and floppy hat. He looked very much like a haunted scarecrow, with dark lines round his bright, brown eyes and a pale gaunt face.
They stood opposite each other on the stage; Thatch already had his spear out, twirling it impatiently in his hand.
Once Ricky was ready, Tseng, who had followed them up, motioned for them to start and quickly leapt out of the way.
Ricky was immediately on the offensive but Thatch easily danced away from the well aimed "bullets". At least Ricky was stooping his opponent from getting close enough to try anything.
"He's going to run out of ammo soon," Lithia commented after a few minutes of Thatch dodging the hail of pellets.
"At least he's being more conservative with it; he still has time yet to make his move." Robin replied optimistically, he was still straddling the bench, but he was completely focused on the fight.
"True, but he better make it soon. That Thatch guy is still armed and unless he manages to get rid of that spear, he'll be in trouble."
"Thatch is fast on his feet isn't he?" Jim noted, enjoying the advantage of easily seeing over Robin's head.It was a true point, the gangly male would he hard to keep up with, but considering what Lyon said he was weak when he came to force.
Ricky did run out of 'bullets', and in the split second he took to reload Thatch was already on him, knocking the weapon from his hands. Ricky kicked out, catching Thatch on the side. There was a rapid exchange of blows, as they wrestled over the spear until Thatch pinned the taller man down, pressing the pointed end of his spear into his throat. It was over. There was a loud cheer as they parted, Thatch helping Ricky to his feet.
That was the first of many gruelling matches. Some were painful to watch while others you couldn't tear your eyes away. Whatever, it was immediately obvious who were the better fighters and unfortunately Jim, John or Tabby weren't amongst them. Then again that rookie Ricky wasn't fairing any better.
Another ten fights passed, Jim had already been beaten twice and the inquisitive girl from this morning defeated John. It had been close but she had caught him on the shoulder, with one of the replacement bullets. This lead to the shocking discovery that they'd changed them, now the part of the body that was hit became paralysed for a certain length of time. With only one arm to fight with and in shock, it was easy for his opponent to get in and point her rifle at his head, ending the match.
"Next up Rude and Tick."
Finally Rude thought. He had been secretly eager to begin despite his friends crushing defeats. Seeing the others battle had excited him and he'd been getting stiff sitting down all that time. Walking up to the platform his took a swift glance at Tick coming up behind him. He recognised him as the Bomb expert. As they faced each other, Tick took a moment to push his thick glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, but really he was disguising the more subtly action of withdrawing a small device from his pocket. Not fooled by the distraction Rude got ready to jump back.
"Begin."
Both opponents leaped back, giving each other curious looks. Tick no realising Rude had anticipated his first plan, though Rude wasn't sure as to why Tick was retreating. He remembered Tick doing the same thing to Jim. He had got in close to plant the 'bomb" which exploded to produce smoke and a net which paralysed those caught, effectively ending the fight. Tick moving back was a surprise; Rude needed to rethink his next move. Watching his opponent's feet he realised Tick was meandering closer to him. Rude moved away, constantly eyeing for any sign of a bomb. Soon they had gone almost full circle and neither had done anything.
Tick's lip twitch, making Rude's alarm bells ring. He stopped in his tracks and glanced at the floor, but there was nothing to suggest a trap. Sensing something was up he looked at Tick again, only to find a flashing ball flying in his direction. Jumping to the side, he avoided the explosive, which set off more. He was surrounded by flashing and engulfed by choking smoke, it was a miracle that he was able to dodge the net that's sprung out from under his feet. As if realising his trap had failed, Tick suddenly came hurling through the smoke, fist balled ready to knock Rude off the podium. On instinct Rude grabbed the fist as it sailed towards his face, twisted round and reaching for the Tick's elbow, he flung the lighter man over his shoulder. Tearing off his jacket he threw that it the same direction, there was a muffled yelp, followed by a small explosion. It seemed Tick had finally planted a bomb on him after all. Stepping out of the smoke, he found the man with his jacket draped over him, trapped in the net that still crackled with electricity.
Tseng immediately appeared next to the fallen man. He bend down, cutting the net with a special knife immediately ending the paralyse effect. Rude moved forward to help Tick to his feet, reclaiming his jacket in the process. The next pair was called up, Rude had to assist Tick to his seat. He nodded to Lithia and Robin as they walked passed him, they returned the gesture but they looked at him with new admiration. Tick was most apologetic and took the defeat well, surprised that Rude had seen passed his plan and managed to turn it against him. Ticks friends quickly rose to take him off Rude's hands allowing the bald rookie to retake his place at the back.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Jim slapped him on the back in greeting.
John and Tabby were just as pleased, discreetly giving him high fives. He liked how their behaviour was far more contained than usual. Jim being Jim acted immature no matter the situation so long as his life wasn't at immediate risk.
"You have no idea what a shock it was when he suddenly came flying out…"
"Throwing your jacket in his face was classic…"
"You're the best!"
Too bad they still went on like broken radios.
"Hey Rude!" Turning round to face the voice Rude found himself facing a rookie he had never spoken to before. The man had a pleasantly handsome face and he was currently smiling at him, "Nice one."
The group blinked at the man as he returned his attention to the fight. Rude couldn't help but feel slightly pleased at the unexpected congratulations, though he kept his face impassive as usual. The guy was too close for the other's to make a comment but he had made them quieten down, so he could watch Lithia and Robin in peace.
There was no need to worry about the current fight since the outcome was obvious. Lithia may have been a better fight but she was being easy of Robin who was only acting particularly aggressive. They moved in a rehearsed and deliberate manner, the crowds were pleased at the display, perhaps not aware that the fighters weren't really trying. As Rude expected, it ended in a draw.
With the end of the fight Tseng called out the name of the next contestants, "Tabby and Kito."
His heart dropped, looking over at Tabby she looked as he felt. Her face had paled, fear evident on her face. He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze, hoping to restore some confidence in her. She got up and shuffled towards the stage, the others clapping her on the back, their words of encouragement following her all the way.
Kito was already waiting calmly for her to take her place. He looked imposing, with his large scythe resting on his shoulder. He'd proven he didn't need it to fight but liked to have it there to intimidate those he was going to take on. He'd literally beaten some of them single handily; he had yet to use the weapon in battle.
In short, Tabby didn't stand a chance. She made a effort to look unaffected and was somewhat strengthen by her friends cheers. Rude watched as she tried to make a move only to be continuously blocked. The man wasn't being too hard on her but being forcefully enough to show he wasn't playing around. Rude was slightly grateful to him, at least he wasn't cruelly brushing her aside and dismissing her efforts which he could have easily done.
Kito even went in for some moves himself but if Tabby was good at anything it was defending and she parried all of his moves, but she tired quickly. Eventually he caught her staff mid-swing and pushed it away so hard that she fell back allowing him to swing his scythe in a graceful arc that stopped just short of slicing her.
"That was close!" John breathed; he had jumped up as soon as Kito brought his weapon down, for a second it looked like he was actually going to kill her. "For someone so thin he is sure strong."
"I don't think I can take this." Jim flopped down clutching his chest, sweat running down his face, "That was scary."
Kito shook her hand once he helped her up, his face remaining serious. Tabby returned to them looking slightly shaken but overall happy. This was the general pattern of the evening but as promised their group used their battles as an opportunity to rest and show off some of their skills.
No one said anything but the fight most of the rookies were waiting for finally came. John verses Marko. When Tseng called their names there was a different edge to his words, it boarded on sympathy. The rookies instantly hushed. Marko had yet to lose a fight and John had yet to win one. This would be a painful show. The crowd continued their relentless hollering and shouts oblivious to the tension below them.
John's jaw was set as he quickly walked to catch up with Marko who was ahead of him. He acted more confident then he was feeling but he still held his head high. Rude who was nursing some wounds he'd received from his previous matches forced sat up straighter, heart was beating faster then it had all evening. Looking at Marko only increased his anxiety; there was an almost feral look in his hard eyes. Marko had something planned and John appeared like a sitting duck just wait for the blow. Tseng signalled for them to go.
Both leapt at each other. Marko slightly surprised by his brother's bold move, wavered slightly allowing John to block the sword with his daggers. They pushed apart in mid air and lunged at each other again. The sound of metal clashing rung clearly in Rude's ears, the noise of the crowd sounding like a distance ocean in the background.
The friction of the blades continuous strapping against each other heated the metal and Rude swore he could smell it. Marko though slightly fazed by John's improvement remained dominate and brutally slashed at his younger sibling, even toying with him when he realised he wasn't going to end it embarrassingly quick.
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"What makes you think you can beat me." Marko forced the sentence out between breaths.
By now both were panting loudly. John who was staggering to his feet, refusing to accept the inevitable yelled back, "I'm gonna knock you off that high horse of yours!"
Then he ran at Marko, throwing his dagger with practised accuracy, managing to catch his brother's cheek before Marko could block it with his sword.
"You're going to pay for that!"
"JOHN!"
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The sword stopped inches from John's heart. Tseng gave Marko an icy glare before releasing his hold on the hilt. Rude released a sigh as Tabby and Jim collapsed on the bench, they didn't remember standing up, too caught up in the fight.
Marko stalked off the stage, leaving Tseng to help John. The second-in-command shot the bigheaded rookie a dark look. Marko was setting off on the wrong foot. He had skill but also a bad attitude, he'd have to be watched.
John stumbled back to his place. Thankfully, for him his Friends came to get him, they praised him despite losing. Others also praised him and Rude wondered if, as future Turks that would be acceptable. The medics, who were standing by, quickly took John from them to check his wounds. They followed him to the medical room, which was just in a room off from the tunnel they'd come through, concealed from the audience
"How could Marko do such a thing, he almost killed you!" Jim allowed his anger to flow into his words; hell hath no fury like Jim if someone endangers his friends. It was too bad his skills were not enough to back up the numerous plans he had to beat Marko within a inch of his life, but it was the thought that counted, right?
Tabby was crying, completely overcome. Rude said nothing; he had anticipated such a result. They were all hurting from bruises they'd received, many of the matches had been vicious as everyone tried to prove their worth. Rude had more than he would like to admit but that was his own fault; if he wasn't so stubborn then he could have come away with less injury but he refused lose. Not giving up until he had his opponent pinned. He'd beaten everyone he'd come against now he only had three fights to go. These would be the most difficult. John and Jim had finished their battles for now.
"Rude I want you to beat that monster to a pulp you understand?" Jim turned on him furiously, as they waited for the crowd of nurses around John to disperse, looked like Marko had caught him more often than they had seen. Rude noted this, he'd have to be more careful.
"Next fight Tabby and Fraeya." Tseng voice called on a small radio in the corner of the room.
Tabby jumped at the sound of her name but quickly wiped away her tears, though her eyes were still red. She ran over and gave John's hand a quick squeeze, disrupting a nurse who was in the middle of bandaging up his arm, before running to the door and back into the arena. His wounds were already healing thanks to the potions he'd been given but it was best not to rely too heavily on Mako based remedies. Rude wanted to watch her fight but didn't want to leave John.
"Rude why don't you go watch her?" John suggested just as the green light of the restore material surrounded him again. After that the medics seemed satisfied with their work and moved on.
"John," there was a strange light in Jim's eyes as he looked at his friend lying quietly on the bed, "...You alright?"
John shrugged, "It's over now, isn't it? Want to know something weird, I'm actually not that bothered that I lost. I don't know how to explain this but I kinda feel that I won something back there. I know that sounds crazy, but that's not half as bad as what I was thinking during the match"
"What were you thinking?"
" I kept thinking about what the Kid said about my brother. I'd said it myself loads of times, that he was an ass, but that more like my way of compensating because I was jealous that he was better than me. What Red said this morning got me thinking; maybe I have something he doesn't have, since we're different and... I'm talking rubbish aren't I? Don't look at me like that!"
"You hit your head didn't you?"
"You're a terrible spouse you know that?" John shoved Jim playfully and they both laughed. Rude decided it would be okay to go.
Steeping back into the arena, he immediately saw Tabby clashing with the woman Fraeya. She was a difficult opponent, specialising with chain weapons, her favourite was the meter hammer. The weapon flowed in her grip becoming an effective shield or aggressive weapon. She had adapted it so her range with the weapon was far beyond that of the norm. Fraeya ended it soon after, disarming Tabby and using a chain whip to entangle her opponent.
"Rude and Kito." The crowded cheered madly, as two of the established best fighters made their way up. Passing Tabby as she came down he gave her an appraising smile.
"Good luck Rude." She whispered.
Standing opposite Kito he towered over the smaller slender man. He eased himself into the familiar boxing position, being more rested he felt slightly fresh.
"Begin."
As Rude expected Kito came towards him then spun off to the side, he'd seen the man try this tactic before to end the match quickly. However, Rude hadn't expected the scythe to be so large, he was sure it would make the grim reaper jealous. What was scary was how easily the man swung it around, sometimes with just one hand. Rude tried to work his way in, side stepping kicks and parrying punches. After a couple of minutes they were both sweating buckets, worn out already from previous fights. Their suits stuck to their skin uncomfortably and still the crowed yelled and screamed above them. Seconds turned to minutes and still neither had gained an advantage. They carried on, seconds turning into minutes and still neither had gained an advantage. Rude couldn't get in close enough and Kito wasn't able to get passed the larger rookie's defence.
Rude jumped back, out of the way, as the dark haired man finally resorted to using his weapon, but lost his balance and fell. Bringing the scythe up, Kito leapt high ready to finish the match. Rolling out the way Rude narrowly avoided being stabbed; he kept rolling as Kito carried on with the attack. Managing to get to his feet, he dived away from a swiped that nearly cleaved him in two. Kito breathe steamed up as it hit the metal of the curved blade, his work was becoming sloppier, as he grew more tired from his efforts. He began to retreat.
This was Rude's chance. Racing towards his foe he feinted to the right then swung out with a roundhouse kick. It collided with the long handle of the scythe but had enough force behind it to knock Kito off his feet. Following through he twisted the weapon from the smaller man's grasp, his large hand easily handling the thing and his other hand found Kito's throat. The dark haired man wasn't through yet, bring his legs up he managed to hook on around Rude's neck, trying to knock Rude off of him. The larger rookie rose to his feet, bringing Kito with him. The slender man's leg fell from Rude's neck, so he wasn't in danger of his spine being broken. All he could do was claw at the hand round his throat.
"Winner." Tseng announced, indicating Rude to the crowd.
It was Kito's first defeated, having beaten Marko in the interval while Rude had been in the medical centre with the others. Setting his opponent down he made sure he was gentle. Kito had a thin, delicate neck. If he wasn't careful he could break it with no effort. They shook hands and returned to their seats.
"Eden and Shady"
Rude wondered if he should go and see how John was doing but there was no need, he was already sitting on the bench waving over to him. Rude rolled his eyes. For the second time that evening he wondered where Red was. Was he still in Hojo's clutches or was he in the stands watching them all now? He scanned the crowds but could spot the vibrant shade of red amounts the blurred blobs; then again he couldn't distinguish anything.
"You're on fire Rude!"
"Remember your promise to beat Marko for us," Jim's comment earned him a dark glare from the front row. Marko already sore from nearly losing at the hands of Kito looked ready to throttle Jim there and then. The rookie's gaze shifted to Rude, there was a calculating look in his eyes that made Rude more wary. He hadn't done much in the past to warrant the man's attention; merely being associated with his brother was enough to put him on the wrong side of Marko, now the older sibling was looking at him with intense malice. Rude showed no signs of being concerned, which most probably annoyed Marko more, not that Rude was purposefully being impassive.
"I'll do my best."
The current fighters were evenly matched, Eden gracefully flicking his katana to block the shuriken aimed at him. Shady in turn stopped the blows with his smaller weapons and swiftly dodged the strikes. It was a fast paced and exciting fight. Rude could see they were enjoying the challenge each set the other and they found a rhythm they could both flow to neither winning nor losing. It reminded Rude of the Hana and Maya fight earlier; those two had both been long-range fighters. In the end they'd run out of ammunition or arrows in Hana's case and had to resort to hand to hand combat which neither were spectacularly good at, it had ended with the two friends collapsing from exhaustion but laughing when it was announced as a draw. This fight also ended with a draw, the men working their way to the ground. Once they were too tired to raise their weapons, Tseng stopped the fight.
"Kureno and Marko."
This would prove to be an interesting match. Kureno, the man that had congratulated him on his victory against Tick before, was amongst the most skilled of their group. He was however, not the most passionate fighter. His face always appeared serene and thoughtful. Already Rude had the impression that though he was confident in his abilities he was reluctant to use excessive force or even get into grudging fights. Instead, he was tactical, turning his opponent's aggression against them and controlling their movements by following their momentum was his forte. Like Kito, he was skilled with a weapon or in this case, two, but rarely used them.
To Rude's silent horror it appeared Marko had been holding back to this point, he fought with surprising aggression. Kureno was doing very well to keep up with his opponent, spinning and bending out of the way, as the expertly wielded sword chased him. Rude wished Kureno could get some distance and plan a counter move but Marko was on him, moving with him and stopping any chance of that. The pair danced round the circle, neither making much progress but it was only a matter of time before Marko would pin Kureno, there was a limit as to far one could run.
It appeared Kureno's limit was high, he showed no signs of being concerned that he may end up with the blade sticking through him by the end of the evening. Rude had built up a considerable amount of respect for the man. Watching him fight Rude wasn't sure if he was in control of the situation or not. All he knew was that under that dreamy and calm expression was someone with great intelligence and confidence, a real battle veteran. Maybe he didn't have to worry about the outcome of this match so much.
Marko eventually came down on Kureno his blade beginning a slashing motion. The crowd screamed expecting it to all end, maybe even expecting more blood. The soft thud of a flat blade against wood was distinguishable through the yells. Finally Kureno had resorted to bringing out his weapons. Quickly sliding the chicken sickles from his sleeves and swiftly cross-blocked the attack. In front of Rude, others released sighs of relief, it occurred to Rude that Kureno was quite popular.
The fighting carried on. Kureno being more aggressive than he had been all evening, but that didn't really suit his movements. No it was better to describe it as pushing back for once. Marko was not stupid. He had seen how Kureno preferred to use his opponents strength against them thus had fought with such aggression as to prevent Kureno effectively coming up with some kind of counter action. The pace fast making it difficult for his opponent to keep up and have time to think but he stayed in control, stopping before he was carried away with his own momentum. The style strained on his reserves but Kureno was no ordinary fighter, he could keep up and flow was fast Marko could move. He adapted to the style of fighting even if it was against how he preferred, a difficult skill for many other combatants.
It had to end eventually and what an end it turned out to be! Marko seemed to have regained command of the match until the very last second. Kureno somehow managed to trap Marko's blade in his sickles and twist it from him before hooking Marko's neck in their grasp. This happened so fast that Rude wasn't sure he had seen correctly. Marko lost that's what mattered.
Of course, the crowd cheered, appreciating the intense and exciting struggle. Kureno was greeted warmly; even Marko was to some extent. While the next match started Rude wondered if he should congratulate Kureno, but he seemed to be getting so much appraising attention that he thought it best he didn't intrude. Despite losing Marko didn't appear too sore about it, maybe he was too tired or exhilarated. He hadn't returned to his seat, finding the people all around him to suffocating and like the space and freedom standing up gave him, it also gave him a clearer view of what was going on.
Manube, the rookie better known as the one Scarlett screamed at the other day, was putting up a brave fight. All of them were above average fighters, even Jim but against each other, their achievements felt like nothing. It could be the reason for this tournament to force them to push each other. On the streets it was unlikely they'd face quite so hard a challenge but to become lax with their training would cause their levels to drop. The company couldn't afford this so by making them feel inferior about their skills would encourage them to improve and stay at an optimum level. Manube was one of those that were of a higher level but his opponent, Jordo was in that level as well. The smaller blonde man struggled to dodge the 'bullets' from the handgun. Firearms proved to be at a disadvantage, the ammo ran out too easily. This didn't haze the self confident rookie who was after all the real brain of Marko's inner circle. Somehow, Manube managed to survive, the outcome a draw when both lost their weapons and proved too evenly matched with normal hand-to-hand.
"Kureno and Rude."
It felt too soon. On the other hand, after this the only two left to fight were Marko and himself.
Standing on the platform yet again, he regarded his opponent. Kureno had dark reddish brown hair that was neatly cut, his hazel eyes were half closed as if he was thinking. His suit was immaculate, something that unnerved Rude considering how ruffled everyone else's was. Kureno had yet to push himself to his full potential or Rude could be overestimating him.
"Begin." Tseng sounded a tad bored, the repetition of his task getting to him and the 'enthralling' matches failed to stir any interest in him.
Kureno, as was his style, didn't make the first move instead he waited. Rude refusing to repeat the folly of others also waited. They stirred each other down, Kureno fixing him with a bemused look but all he saw was Rude's expressionless face and dark shades. He smiled realising what game Rude was playing. Whoever made the first move would show a sign of weakness unable to deal with the mounting pressure to move and do as the crowds urge them to do. Rude had shut out the masses now, his only focus was the man before him. Kureno appeared ignorant to all but Rude. Slowly Kureno shifted his feet, Rude remained stoic. He had Kureno's interest and curiosity may very well kill the cat today.
Kureno cautiously approached Rude, wary of any sudden movements. Rude had relied on his strength for most of the evening, pretending to be just the tower of muscle people thought he was. His opponent now fully awake it seemed was manoeuvring himself around Rude, looking for a blind spot, which he would not find. Rude was too aware of him and prepared for anything. When Kureno moved behind him and out of his field of vision Rude counted to three before spinning round just in time to catch Kureno's punch. The smaller man quickly jumped back, not putting a lot of force into the attack in the first place merely testing Rude's reflexes. To him Rude was a challenge since he was fighting the way Kureno did, only Rude didn't respond until the last minute allowing him to trap the aggressor and turning them into the victim. Knowing this Kureno began a series of feints sometimes clipping Rude or sometimes striking him if he was lucky. Rude took the attacks, blocking where he could but he remained in the same spot unwilling to give up his advantage. By copying Kureno's method he forced the other to adapt but Kureno the expert of his own technique wasn't going to fall for his own trap.
They moved slowly and carefully. To win this they would have to trick the other that involved a plan that depended on the opponent's own actions and how far they could push their opponent to do what they wanted. It looked like this could be another draw. Realising the futility of trying to win like this Rude suddenly changed his tactics. Rushing forward he caught Kureno by surprise and with one well aimed punch knocked him off the platform. It had been so fast, so sudden; it took a moment for everyone to react. By that time Rude was already helping Kureno up who was nursing a swollen cheek but smiling.
"That was…" he seemed to be thinking of a suitable word but gave up, clapping Rude on the back instead and laughed. Rude thought he was a little strange.
"You know I had a feeling you were the best." Kureno continued off hand, Rude held onto his upper arm, aware the man had twisted his ankle when he landed. "But I wasn't expecting that."
Returning to his quiet and shier self, he said, "Umm well thanks….Good luck in the next round," and detached himself from Rude. He insisted on limping his own way to the medical room, not that his friends weren't there to help him the rest of the way.
Tseng didn't even bother announcing for them to come up. Rude changed his stance, making the effort to look more intimidating then he usual, cracking his knuckles to loosen their stiffness. Marko looked hesitant at the display but quickly shook it off.
Rude wondered if Marko was going to try getting in close or fight from a distance, he was effective either way. He had made the mistake of trying to compensate for Kureno's style and paid; now he was going to fight his way and leave Rude, unarmed, at his mercy. Rude had always prided himself for his independency from weapons. Tonight made him wish he could at least have something to fall back on like Kito or Kureno. Instead, all he could do was avoid being whacked by Marko's sword. Thankfully, the swordsman was using the flat of the blade even if it appeared he was not. John had been a special case and after that incident, Marko had been on his best behaviour. Rude didn't really want anymore painful experiences this evening, having enough sores and bruises to last him a couple of months, he no desire to find out how it felt to be bludgeoned.
On Tseng's signal Marko lunged forward, Rude struck out while stepping out of the way of the oncoming attack. Naturally, Marko quickly brought the blade round to block the punch. Disliking his position Rude ducked, as Marko moved in for another attack, unable to take advantage of the opening Marko had created the best he could do was distance himself. From that point on Rude found himself in a difficult position, the roles of "Uki" and "Tori" continuously reversed as Rude tried to get close but was beaten back by Marko's cutting defence. Similarly, Marko would try attacking only to be countered resulting in him retreating. They studied each other's movements as they circled each other. Marko tried sidestepping the other way but Rude mirrored his movements maintaining their distance. Then at some invisible signal they charged.
Unfortunately for Rude he had not thought the move through, merely reacting to Marko. This allowed his opponent to smack him with the sword and send him falling back, much to Marko's pleasure. Following through he adjusted his grip for his final move. Rude, knowing this was his last opportunity to regain the match shot out with his left hand grabbing Marko's shirt. Before Marko could react, he was brought down, his head colliding with Rude's skull. There was a sickening cracking sound. Then Marko went limped.
Tseng forcing himself to keep a straight face calmly made his way over, carefully feeling Marko's bright, red forehead. Sighing, the Turk brought out a restore material, after a moment both rookies were enveloped in the green light and Rude's head felt instantly better.
"That wasn't the wisest way to use your head."
Rude caught the joking tone in his commander's voice and the slight smile. Marko was already trying get up, head still spinning from the impact. Taking pity on him Rude, who was equally sore, got up and helped his fellow rookie to his feet. Too dizzy to start moving they both stood still for a moment, Marko eventually gave him an angry scowl but didn't move away instead he experimentally poked his head wincing at the slightest touch. Rude could excuse his furious glances seeing as Marko was going to have one terrible headache in the morning.
Walking back Marko, much to his frustration, needed to rely on Rude as some form of orientation, as if losing hadn't been bad enough. Rude did well to hide his amusement as he led the older sibling to the medical centre. John and the others followed, stating there was going to be an interval before the second round. Doug and Jordo at some point had taken Marko from him but he was still stirred towards the medics by Tabby, always the mother hen.
Never one to enjoy being fussed over he scowled throughout his treatment as they poked and prodded his injuries. However, he was grateful for the potions and remedies that healed most of his wounds; he even nodded his thanks as he exited. John had done well not to tease his brother but their group had not been too quiet when congratulating him or in Jim's case making fun of his rather stupid move. If Marko was made of harder stuff Rude may have found himself fighting while dizzy that is if he hadn't knocked himself out. It only occurred to him later that he could have grabbed Marko's wrist instead and going over the moves he would have performed realised he could have saved the company some medical supplies, on the other hand he would still be hindered by his other bruises, which he had been too stubborn to attend to.
"You know Rude I think if anyone has a shot at beating those Turks it's you." John said as they seated themselves. Not wanting to commit himself Rude just shrugged.
"Shame the kid couldn't be here, it would have been interesting to see what he would have done." Jim murmured, bringing up something that had been at the back of their minds all evening. None of them had said anything but they had half expected the redhead to appear at some point. Personally, Rude was more than a little disappointed, recalling how Red had taken on the guards on their first mission, he to thought it would have been interesting to see the tricks we would have pulled.
"Still it was for the best, right?" smiling Tabby moved their concerns back to the upcoming issues such as the upcoming Turk battles.
"Oh Tabs, must you be the messenger of doom." John joked, "Question is are we going to have to really fight or is it just a demonstration?"
"Actually fight." The rookies jumped at the sound of Tseng's voice.
"Sir!" They saluted; Rude got the impression the second-in-command tired of this ritual. He nodded for them to relax .
"Err…"
"Congratulations on your work this far," Tseng started "Take this time to rest." He gave them a final nod then departed leaving them a little shaken.
Across the stage another bench was being placed, probably for the Turks. Rude felt anxiety and anticipation building up inside him again, the conflicting feelings pained him. What was expected of them now? He felt, as others most probably did, that he'd given it his all so why couldn't they be satisfied? Now the adrenaline was seeping away he struggled to stay awake and the urge to collapse on the bench was tempting. Taking on nineteen people whatever the difficulty was harder than he imagined. He knew it was going to be a challenge he just failed to visualize the feeling of complete exhaustion. The potions and Mako energy in his system were also using up some of his dwindling strength. Arisa had been right; the rookies had it hard this year.
The interval proved quite long, long enough for Rude to regain some of his strength. Drinks of some strange concoction had been passed round, it had tasted disgusting but afterwards he felt invigorated. There'd been some relaxed conversation but as usual he didn't get involved. Entertained by watching the crowds move around in the stands, it must been really boring for them, watching a bunch of amateur Turks fight it out then have to sit through even more of it. Recalling Trent referring to some betting boards he guessed they had other reasons to still be interested.
Finally, Tseng reappeared. There was a spur of activity as people rushed to retake their seats. The Wutai man took his time returning to the stage, prolonging the inevitable.
"Now we will begin the second round of the tournament." Tseng paused, turning to the entrance on the opposite side of the arena. The rest of the arena followed his gaze. Kyo walked calmly into view, the sleeves of his suit and shirt rolled up wearing a confident grin. Tseng waited for him to take his position on the platform before carrying on. Trent emerged from the dark tunnel, he paused to take loosen his neck with a loud crack that could be clearly heard thanks to the silence. Rude observed the large Turk's serious expression and smiled inwardly as Jim began to shake next to him. That display was just to look tough. Next Lyon walked onto the stage; they were forming a circle around the edge. Finally Arisa came running into view; she even waved to the crowd before fixing Kyo with a smug look. He snorted in response.
Rude thought that was it, Tseng turned away from the entrance and looked up at the balcony. A moment passed then a redhead leapt over the edge, much like Tseng had done at the start, landing catlike but without the grace. He stood up and cast his eyes over the seated Rookies, who looked back him, most with their mouths hanging open.
"What?" Jim's indignant exclamation was lost in the crowd's applause.
A/N: Yay its over. I'm sorry it was so long, ntroducing some new faces and trying to give you an idea at what level they are etc. Well I was going to reveal who Red was (as if no one knows) but then I had a better idea so please wait until after the next two chapters.
please tell me what you think, personally i know this was a aweful chapter and I'm so sorry for having to put your through it but it had to be written, if someone else had done it it may have been more entertaining but me being me I'm still practsing.