Title: Rematch
Characters: Alit, Vector
Chapters: 1-1||Words: 1,000
Genre: General||Rated: G
Challenges: Diversity Writing: Zexal, B53, use every letter at least 3x; zexal10thanniversary
Notes: This takes place a few months after the end of Zexal.
Summary: Remember Vector knocking Alit out? Alit does. He wants a rematch, and it's going to be one with two hits.
"Vector," Alit said, heading right over to him, strides determined. "I've got something to talk to you about."
"What is it?" Vector eyed him cautiously. He'd never liked spending time around Alit – or any of the others, really, these days. Sure, prodding Mizael or Nasch could be fun, but Alit – Alit was different.
Alit cracked his knuckles and his smile said nothing of pleasure. Vector took a step back.
"Don't you know how to answer questions?" Vector dropped one hand to where his favorite knife rested.
"Oh, I do. What I want is this. You remember when you whacked me upside the head?"
Oh. Vector hadn't thought about that in forever. He thought Alit didn't even remember it. Who'd told him about it? No one had known – had they? He hadn't told anyone and there hadn't been anyone else there.
"I have no idea of what you're talking about," Vector bluffed. "When did you get hit upside the head?"
"I think you remember." Alit approached. Vector whipped out his knife, starting to say something else, and forgetting it when Alit knocked the knife out of his hand, smiling even more. "Funny benefit of remembering we started off human. I've fought against people with weapons bare-handed all my life."
Vector didn't think today was going to be one of his better days. He crossed his arms and glowered. "Just tell me what it is you want. I've got plans with Mizael tonight." If one counted those plans as "lurking behind Mizael while the other went to a movie with Kaito", then he told the truth.
"You hit me from behind. You didn't fight fair," Alit told him, eyes glinting. "So we're going to have another fight and this time it's going to be a fair one. Doesn't matter who wins. Think you can do it?"
Vector blinked a time or two. "What?"
"You heard me!" Alit snapped, voice rising. "I want a rematch! You suck as a fighter, but you took me down once and I want a second round!"
Vector sighed, closing his eyes. He thought that was what Alit said. "Let me guess, you already told everyone else and they're waiting outside?"
Alit smirked. "How did you guess?"
Vector wondered if he could make it to the nearest exit before Alit could grab him. He had a pretty good idea of how this "fight" would end up. Alit was a great fighter, with or without a weapon. Vector wasn't bad, but Alit clearly wanted the single goal of punching Vector's lights out.
Though in truth, he wasn't the first person who wanted that, and so far none of them had managed it. He wondered if Alit would actually be the exception.
Alit grabbed Vector by the arm and pushed him towards the nearest door. "Come on. We're going to get this over with."
Vector tried to grab for his knife, at least. Alit darted away quickly, snatching up the blade and handed it to him hilt-first. "Thanks." Vector told him dryly, taking it. He would not forget how easily Alit had taken it away from him before. But he wouldn't do this unarmed.
"You don't get any excuses on why I'm going to win this," Alit said far too cheerfully. Vector rolled his eyes.
Might as well get this over with. Just for a second he was tempted to slam the blade into Alit's side. Unfortunately even if he could penetrate Alit's skin – they kept the rock hardness of their Barian forms, and even if they hadn't, Alit was covered in muscle – he'd probably have to do this all over again once Alit recovered.
Alit picked up the pace, forcing him to jog the rest of the way outside, until they got to the wide back yard. It wasn't only the other Barians there. He'd invited Yuuma, Kotori, all of their little friends, Yuuma's sister, grandmother, parents, the Arclights, and a significant portion of everyone at school. Even Kaito, Haruto, and Dr. Faker were there.
"Did you forget anyone?" Vector quipped, counting all the people. Wow, they'd even brought up Nasch's soldiers! They'd been adapting to modern life pretty well. None of them liked him any more than Nasch did.
"I don't think so. Not that it matters." Alit nodded towards Akari. "This is getting videotaped so if we did they can still see it. Now, you ready?"
Vector tossed off his jacket, making sure it landed in Mizael's lap. "Take care of that for me, Miza-chan," he teased. Mizael rolled his eyes and threw it down in the dirt.
Vector smirked and started to turn back to Alit. He expected a hit before he could get himself situated, but it didn't come. He raised his knife, but before he could do more than take a fighting stance, Alit's two fists came flying in. One yanked the knife out of his hand, the other slammed against his chin.
His head flew back and he stumbled, going down. Vector wanted to say something, but words failed him as another hit slammed his head the other way. Then Alit's knee hit him in the stomach and he forgot what it was like to breathe. One more hit laid him flat on his back.
Vector stayed there. His head spun and words didn't exist. He wondered vaguely if this was what Alit had felt like before. When he could focus again, he rolled his head around to see Alit being patted on the back by someone that he didn't recognize.
He wasn't surprised when Yuuma came down and offered a hand to him. "Come on," Yuuma declared. "Let's get you checked out."
Vector wanted to knock the hand away, but he knew far too well that Yuuma would just keep on coming. After all this time, he just didn't have the energy to keep resisting. He slowly let Yuuma get him back on his feet, rubbing his chin with his free hand.
Maybe now Alit would leave him alone. No more rematches.
The End
Notes: I've had this idea in my head for ages, and decided to finally put it to use. And there were only two hits: Alit hit Vector and Vector hit the ground.