A/N: Tamaki just doesn't give up. I know, I must be on something to not only allow Tamaki to challenge Mori at kendo, but now judo as well. I don't know what to say, but I like to torture him. LOL. You know you like it too. XD. So… now we are moving from kendo to judo, and yes the result will not change much, but since the scoring is different than kendo, we are guaranteed more hits. Counter is ready for the increase and we are prepared. I am prepared to put the counter through the ringer to truly test its capacity. Enjoy the chapter!
Also… on our counter… Should we include the hits Tamaki sustained when he was learning Kendo or not?
PS… for those following Revenge, the story has moved to CyraAngel and the second revenge chapter has been posted. The pairing this time is Mori/Haruhi. Go and check it out.
Chapter 14 – Leave Judo to the Experts
Once again it had been up to Kyoya to get his best friend the best master of Judo he could find. Unfortunately the top rated ones were part of the Haninozuka family and they were not in support of Tamaki, but Hunny was able to arrange a teacher for the blond king: one that would be fair and teach the president of the Host Club as much as possible in the two month time frame given.
If Kyoya had his way about everything, the judo match would be nonexistent. Yes, he could sell tickets and gain a big profit, but it was tedious and he had to listen to two months of Tamaki spouting off how he would finally beat Mori. Everyone knew, well except the imbecile king, that defeating the wild host was an impossibility unless your name was Mitsukuni, and maybe Chika.
Throughout the two months, Tamaki took every opportunity he could in order to attempt to woo Haruhi. He knew it was against the rules, but he didn't care. He didn't think it was very fair that he had to stay away from her and Mori didn't; ergo, he shouldn't have to. On the days that Mori wasn't at Host Club, he would attempt to pay extra attention to Haruhi, but she always spurned him by throwing, hitting, or tripping him. A couple of times she even used a shinai on him, and he was convinced that she could hit just as hard as Satoshi and Mori could. Needless to say, Tamaki got to know the ceiling very well and Kyoya had started to keep the first aid kit at his table in the main room instead of in the kitchen. He had lost count how many times he faced death and survived (Kyoya would like us to know that Tamaki may have lost count, but Kyoya has not. Shadow King counted a record 19 toss, punches, and trips tallied together in addition to the two shinai hits from Haruhi, Chika, or Satoshi). It was as if Haruhi really didn't want to be touched by him, but that wasn't a possibility. Everyone loved him and all of the ladies wanted to be with him. He would convince her when he beat Mori at judo. Tamaki knew if he could beat the taller man at his own sport, Haruhi would come running towards him with love shining in her eyes and leave Mori behind holding nothing more than a ring.
Training was grueling and Tamaki didn't think a person's body was supposed to feel so tired and sore. He had bruises from head to toe and even suffered from a black eye at one point because he was not paying attention like he should. He kept telling himself that it would be worth it though as soon as Haruhi was in his arms. Two months of learning a combative sport and he was ready to deal Mori a death blow. This would not end like kendo had. Tamaki was sure he would win… for the sake of Haruhi, he had to win!
The day of the contest finally arrived. The chairman once again gave the Host Club the use of the Ouran dojo at a discounted fee. The even sold out and had a mix of female and male students there, with it seemed, the majority of the crowd cheering for the wild host.
"Kyoya," Tamaki spoke softly after they got to the changing room.
"Yes, Tamaki?" Kyoya prompted when his friend didn't continue. The thoughtful look on his face gave a small glimmer of hope that Tamaki had seen the error of his ways and would now let Haruhi go. His hopes were soon dashed.
Furrowing his brow, the blond tilted his head to the side and asked, "Why are they all chanting for Mori-senpai and not me? I am the person that will come out victorious."
The Shadow King tried to fight it, but was unable and in the next moment he face palmed. Taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, he forced himself to calm down before he answered his idiot friend, "Some of the people in the crowd are from the various martial arts clubs here at the school. They are more inclined to root for someone that is already part of one of those clubs. In addition, although smaller in number, Mori-senpai does have his own fans in the Host Club."
"You know what I predict Mon Ami?"
"Dare I ask?" The Shadow King sarcastically asked as he sighed.
"I predict that everyone will be chanting my name by the end of the match and Haruhi will be in my arms!" Tamaki proclaimed and started to let his inner mind theatre take off, but a hard slap to the back of the head by his best friend stopped his imagination from soaring, "What did you do that for?"
"You have a match in less than an hour. You need to focus and prepare," Kyoya instructed and to himself he said, "Before you're handed your defeat."
Slapping his second on his back, the blond beamed, "You're right as always! There will be time for victory celebrations later!"
In the other changing room, Hunny was sitting with his cousin, "Do you know what you are going to do?"
"Yah, I won't hit him as hard as I would normally," Mori spoke softly.
"He won't be as fast or as skilled as you, but because Tama-Chan is a little spastic, you need to be prepared for anything. Don't let your guard down."
Mori smiled and ruffled his cousin's hair, "I know."
"Ok Takashi. I will let you finish getting ready. I will go sit with Haru-Chan and our parents. I really can't believe he challenged you again," Hunny giggled as he left the dressing room to give his best friend some peace to meditate and prepare for the fight ahead. He had no worries about who would win this so called duel, but if a fighter let his guard down, it could mean unexpected outcomes; however, he knew no matter who won, Haruhi was only walking down the aisle to Mori.
When Hunny got to Haruhi's side, she smiled at her friend, "How is he?"
"He is fine. He is meditating now and will be ready to fight Tama-Chan when the time comes," Hunny responded.
Shuddering, the female host shook her head, "This shouldn't even be going on. It isn't like I have feelings for anyone but Takashi. I just wish Tamaki-senpai would get that through his thick skull. As it is, Takashi can do a lot more damage to his opponent that I can, do you think everyone will come out intact."
"Yah, Takashi said that he wouldn't hit as hard as when he and I spar, so it should be ok," the Loli Shota explained waving off that particular worry, but one worry remained… what would Tamaki do when he lost this time?
It was time for the match to begin. As the contestants made their way to the mat, everyone could see that Mori wore a blue sash with his obi (belt). He would be the blue contestant and Tamaki would be white.
The referee present had watched the kendo match and had wondered why the blond was competing like he was against someone so skilled, but it wasn't his place to argue. He looked at the competitors and instructed them, "Face me, bow." When they bowed to him, he instructed them, "Face each other, bow." Once the bows were complete, he gave them a moment to get in a fighting stance and yelled, "Hajime!"
Mori knew better than to just attack Tamaki because the contest would be over before it began, and he wanted to see what the other man had learned. If nothing else, his friend was learning new skills through his challenges of the various duels. He stepped back quickly to avoid Tamaki's arms and then the foot that tried to sweep him. The taller man had to give it to his younger friend, Tamaki wouldn't win today, but he wasn't totally inept.
Trying to grab Mori, Tamaki knew he had failed when the bigger man stepped back and then tried to trip him resulting in another fail. How was he supposed to get his point if he couldn't lay a hand on the bigger man? He tried again and was able to grasp Mori's arm, but then in the next moment he was sent to the ground landing on his side.
The referee brought his arm out slightly from his side and allowed it to be diagonal to the floor, "Morinozuka, yuko! Get in positions, Hajime!"
The round started again. Tamaki tried to again to trip the bigger man, but it was like trying to kick a brick wall, futile. He was grabbed again and thrown, this time landing on his other side.
"Morinozuka, yuko! Get in positions, Hajime!"
Another round and Tamaki was already feeling desperate. He needed to get a full or half of a point and he hadn't done that yet; what was worse was he believed that Mori was messing with him. Was the bigger man laughing at him? He would teach him what laughing at Tamaki Suoh would get you. Attacking his opponent, he threw himself at Mori and wrapped his arms around the taller man's middle and tried to throw him out of the ring. He failed.
Mori inwardly rolled his eyes and although he moved back a few steps after that last attack, he was still in the completion circle. He slapped Tamaki's arms forcing the blond to loosen his grip slightly and stop trying to push Mori out of bounds. Then he grabbed his friend's arms and used his foot to sweep Tamaki's feet out from under him thus throwing him to the mat.
The referee brought his arm so out so that it was straight to the side and horizontal, "Morinozuka, Waza-ari. Get in positions, Hajime!"
No, it couldn't be possible. Tamaki thought about it, Mori was now half a point away from winning this competition. Tamaki was frantic, he couldn't lose! The heart of Haruhi was on the line. He was convinced he heard her soul call out to him to win so that they could be together. He had to win!
Yelling and trying to throw Mori off balance in order to pin the bigger man to the mat, Tamaki lunged again and threw his whole weight onto Mori, but instead of pinning Mori, he fell face first into the mat when his opponent dodged his attack. The blond president saw feet and he looked up, it was the wild host holding out his hand to help him up.
The referee sweat dropped when he saw what Tamaki was going to do and wanted to warn him that it wouldn't work, but he couldn't and yelled "Matte!" when the blond hit the mat. After Mori helped the other competitor to his feet, the referee walked up to both of them and looked at Tamaki, "Are you alright?"
"Hai, we can continue," Tamaki grumbled.
"Get your nose checked first. There is a little bit of blood," the ref stated before telling the crowd, "Competition paused momentarily."
Tamaki rushed over to Kyoya and found a nurse waiting for him, "Is it really bleeding? Is it bad? What about my face?"
"I am sure the girls will love your battle scar, but it is nothing but a few drops of blood. You will live," Kyoya muttered attempting a reassuring voice, but not quite succeeding. He looked over to the mat where it looked like Mori was sitting and waiting in meditation for the competition to continue. He was always amazed at the control the bigger man had, and today proved it once again. The wild host could have taken Tamaki out at any time, but instead he allowed the blond to actually have a fight and showed the crowd a real competition, even if it was one sided.
Ten minutes later, Tamaki was back on the mat and the competition resumed when the ref yelled, "Hajime!"
Tamaki knew this was his last chance and went all out. He rushed to Mori and faked to the right before swinging to the left and attempting once again to trip his rival, but the other man jumped and Tamaki was unable to trip him. Instead he found himself on his back when Mori grabbed him and threw him to the mat where he proceeded to pin the Host Club king to the ground.
"Osaekomi!" The ref yelled as Mori pinned Tamaki to the mat. It was just a matter of time now. Technically the raven haired man only had to pin his competitor down for 20 seconds to get his second Waza-ari, but he would get an Ippon if Tamaki was pinned for 25 seconds.
Seconds ticked by and as much as Tamaki tried to fight him, the younger man was not budging and could not break the hold Mori had on him. He kept trying and he kept failing.
"Morinozuka, Ippon! Match to Morinozuka!" The referee yelled with his arm straight up in the air and saw Mori let the other man up and helped him once again to his feet.
Tamaki stood there with his head bowed in defeat. He had lost again. How did this keep happening to him? It wasn't fair. Watching as Mori made his way to the stands and lifted Haruhi into his arms to swing her around in celebration of victory, the princely host could only think was that was supposed to be him with the natural host in his arms… not the wild host.
Smiling, Mori hugged his fiancée and breathed a sigh of relief that everything was over now. It wasn't that Tamaki wasn't talented; it was just that the other man was picking things that were Mori's sports. "I love you," he whispered into Haruhi's ear.
"I love you too," Haruhi giggled and wrapped her arms around her fiancé's neck.
"Good job son," Akira congratulated his son proud of Mori's achievements and how he had conducted himself today.
Kyoya saw his distraught friend in the middle of the mat still staring at the happy couple and walked up to him. Placing and hand on the blonde's shoulder, he asked, "Do you understand now? He loves her, she loves him, and they are happy."
Something snapped inside Tamaki. No, apparently fighting the other man at his own sports wasn't the answer, so now it was time to challenge him at something else. Stomping up to Mori and Haruhi, he narrowed his eyes, "I challenge you to a triathlon!"
"Really? Do you even know what that is Tamaki-senpai?" Haruhi glared. She was tired of all of this competition for her hand because she was with the one person she wanted to be with. "This is stupid! I am with Takashi and that is the only man I will ever be with. Get this through your thick stupid skull senpai... I don't have feelings for you like that!"
"You will if I win!" Tamaki declared with a pout.
Sighing, Mori pinched the bridge of his nose, "Fine, just name the time and place, but if you lose this, it's over."
"Agreed! It will happen in three weeks. I need to get with Kyoya to arrange it all and we will be in touch," Tamaki snapped before trying to hug Haruhi, but he found himself on the ground again.
Haruhi was fuming, "Don't touch me, don't even look at me."
"Haruhi, you are supposed to hug your daddy!" Tamaki whined as he pulled himself up off of the ground.
"You are not my father, and if you keep all of this up, you will not be a friend," she seethed as she stormed off leaving everyone staring after her.
Satoshi heard his brother sigh and smiled, "Don't worry Taka. Yasuchika and I will go after her. You go get changed." He watched his brother nod and walk off before he dragged his cousin out of the dojo, "Come on, let's go find Haruhi-senpai."
"Do we really want to find her when she is mad?" Chika questioned the sanity of such a plan.
"Yep, because if we don't Taka will worry." It didn't take them long before they found her sitting on the edge of one of the fountains.
Haruhi looked up when she heard someone approaching, "Who sent you to find me?"
Smiling, Satoshi answered, "No one, but we figured you might need a friend and we knew Taka would be concerned."
Rubbing her hands over her face, Haruhi growled before lowering them and sighing, "I just don't get it. I am with Takashi, we are engaged, he keeps winning, and still Tamaki-senpai won't let it go… maybe he as a clot in his brain that prevents him from thinking."
"That wouldn't surprise me at all," Chika grumbled. Looking at the girl sitting in front of him, he asked, "You ok?"
"I am just mad that it keeps progressing the way it does. I will be alright though," she replied.
Satoshi sat down next to his future sister-in-law, "I think you need a stress reliever… we could go burn Tamaki-senpai's cherished throne if you want."
The thought of doing that alone was enough to cause Haruhi to snicker, "No, I don't think arson is on the agenda today, but catch me tomorrow."
"You want to go back?" Chika inquired.
"Can we just wait for your brother and others here? I would really like to not run into Tamaki right now because if I did, I will not be responsible for my actions," Haruhi muttered.
Chuckling, Chika nodded, "Duly noted. We will stay here, but I wouldn't mind seeing you against Tamaki-senpai again."
Within a few minutes of Satoshi sending a text to Mori with their location, the eldest Morinozuka son arrived on the scene and pulled Haruhi into his arms, "Sorry."
"Not your fault. It is Tamaki's. Just do me a favor…" Haruhi smiled sweetly, but there was a glint in her eye.
Returning her grin, Mori could figure what she was about to say, but asked anyway, "What is that?"
"Crush him!" Haruhi declared before laughing and giving her fiancé a very deserving kiss. Three more weeks and finally everything would be brought to its final end.
A/N: The goal of judo competition is to get your competitor to the mat either by throwing, tripping, pinning, etc. Points are given based on how effective it was. If you used full force and control and threw the other person to the mat and he/she landed on his/her back you are awarded an ippon (full point) and the match is over. You can also get an ippon by pinning the opponent to the mat for 25 seconds. If the pin is less than 25 seconds but at least 20 seconds, or the throw was not full control/force causing the other person to land mostly on the back but not fully, the person scores a waza-ari (half point). You need two of these to win if you do not get ippon. The third score is called a yuko and only come into play if the match ends in a tie at the end of allotted time. If the opponent lands on his/her side, or if the opponent pinned for less than 20 seconds but more than 15 seconds. Penalties can also lead to the opponent scoring.