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::Chapter Twelve:: ::The Match and Counterpart #4::
"Oy! Did you hear?! The winning prize is a solid gold trophy!" Tasuki exclaimed, running back in after wandering around for a while.
"Yeah, so?" Genrou stated, raising an eyebrow.
"So I plan on getting it." Tasuki replied, eyes glinting at the thought.
"Not to put a damper on the fighting spirit, but how in the world do you plan on beating Tory? She's won _First Place_ trophies in many _National_ competitions, and you been fighting with a metal fan all your life, if what you say is true." Kouji asked dryly.
"Not to mention you can't fall back on fist fighting in this if you loose your sword, you know." Chiri also pointed out.
"I'm a bandit. Who says I'm gonna WIN the thing?" Tasuki snorted.
"If Tory, or anyone else earns the trophy, they're going to keep it. You can count on THAT." Genrou said softly and dangerously, eyes flashing, but face remaining unemotional.
Tasuki simply looked at her in disappointment. "Are you sure yur MY reincarnate?" he asked, wrinkling his nose.
"I can't be. I have a sense of honor." she replied lazily, leaning back and putting her arms behind her head.
"Are you saying _I_ don't?!" Tasuki yelled, jumping up.
"Can't we all just calm down and wait for our fights, no da?" Chichiri pleaded, who had been meditating for a while.
"Us girls _are_ calm, Friar Peacock Bangs." Kouji said, snickering.
Everyone was about to start one big argument, when the speakers suddenly announced the first match.
~Chiri's P.O.V.~
"Let's go." Genrou ordered, getting up.
"Who made YOU boss?!" Tasuki growled, not budging an inch.
I winced. I knew as soon as he said it that it was a dumb thing to say.
"Tasuki, think of yourself, then take the worst, most destructive mood you've ever been in times ten. THAT'S a girl when she's cranky. Being your reincarnate, and the fact that we're in MY world made me boss. If we're ever stuck in YOUR place, you can take over. But for right now, GET UP." Genrou growled, jerking him to his feet by the front of his jacket when he hesitated, then walking out.
'Whew. Either there's something about herself she REALLY doesn't like, or I'm just one of the lucky ones.' I thought weakly after seeing this brief show of the fiery girl's temper.
"Gomen, Genrou can be a real Drill Sergeant when she's nervous. Better do what she says for now." Kouji warned, looking at Tasuki sympathetically.
'No kidding.' I shook my head, fingering my beaded necklace and giving a small sigh. I put a hand to my chin, thinking.
"We're going to have to get them to come to a truce soon. I can't take much more of this." the blue-haired guy groaned. I grimaced at the strangeness of having someone who was, ME voicing my own thoughts. I had the strange feeling also that my personal privacy was going to be next to nill with him around.
'Oh well. Might as well get used to it.' I told myself, following the rest out to watch the fight.
~Third Person P.O.V.~
"Our first match is between the newbie, Genrou, and five time champion winner and crowd favorite, TORY!!!" the announcer, well, announced, as the two girls took their respective stances on either side of the ring.
Both teens flew at eachother, swords colliding with a loud clang.
"Who are you?" Tory asked quietly while both were trying to overpower the other.
Genrou raised an eyebrow, and a small, real smile played across her lips. "Don't you remember the girl back in fifth grade who accidentally burned down the Home Ec lab? Or how about the time she was almost thrown into prison for stealing all the SAT tests so the kids could have the day off?"
Tory nearly lost the match right then and there. She stared at Genrou for a second, who was now smirking, then laughed out loud.
"So I'm finally acquainted with the pryo/klepto again, huh? Never knew you had one of those weird marks too!" she chuckled, putting more energy into her thrusts.
"I resent that! I'm just a thief, I'm not a kleptomaniac!" Genrou argued, though laughing also, starting to grow tired from blocking all Tory's hits. Tory suddenly knocked Genrou's sword from her hands, making it imbed itself deep into one of the wooden posts around the arena, her own sword's tip coming to rest inches from the red heads neck. Tory had expected to see at least a trace of anger or fear on Genrou's face, but she only smirked at Tory as if asking, 'What took you so long?'
"We'll talk more about what you're doing here after I win that trophy." Tory told her seriously, nodding to the judges once they announced Genrou's defeat.
'I'm sure we will.' Genrou thought to herself, a half-smile on her face as she returned to the rest of her group.
~Tory's P.O.V.~
"Good job, Miss Tory!" I heard a voice call, and turned, seeing one of my bodyguards grinning at me. I mustered up a weak smile in response. I had known for months that he had a crush on me, but really didn't feel anything for him beyond friendship and gratitude in return. He was a very good bodyguard, incredibly strong, but I had decided long ago I was too focused on my responsibilities to think about pursuing this.
"Hello Nuko."
::Chapter Twelve:: ::The Match and Counterpart #4::
"Oy! Did you hear?! The winning prize is a solid gold trophy!" Tasuki exclaimed, running back in after wandering around for a while.
"Yeah, so?" Genrou stated, raising an eyebrow.
"So I plan on getting it." Tasuki replied, eyes glinting at the thought.
"Not to put a damper on the fighting spirit, but how in the world do you plan on beating Tory? She's won _First Place_ trophies in many _National_ competitions, and you been fighting with a metal fan all your life, if what you say is true." Kouji asked dryly.
"Not to mention you can't fall back on fist fighting in this if you loose your sword, you know." Chiri also pointed out.
"I'm a bandit. Who says I'm gonna WIN the thing?" Tasuki snorted.
"If Tory, or anyone else earns the trophy, they're going to keep it. You can count on THAT." Genrou said softly and dangerously, eyes flashing, but face remaining unemotional.
Tasuki simply looked at her in disappointment. "Are you sure yur MY reincarnate?" he asked, wrinkling his nose.
"I can't be. I have a sense of honor." she replied lazily, leaning back and putting her arms behind her head.
"Are you saying _I_ don't?!" Tasuki yelled, jumping up.
"Can't we all just calm down and wait for our fights, no da?" Chichiri pleaded, who had been meditating for a while.
"Us girls _are_ calm, Friar Peacock Bangs." Kouji said, snickering.
Everyone was about to start one big argument, when the speakers suddenly announced the first match.
~Chiri's P.O.V.~
"Let's go." Genrou ordered, getting up.
"Who made YOU boss?!" Tasuki growled, not budging an inch.
I winced. I knew as soon as he said it that it was a dumb thing to say.
"Tasuki, think of yourself, then take the worst, most destructive mood you've ever been in times ten. THAT'S a girl when she's cranky. Being your reincarnate, and the fact that we're in MY world made me boss. If we're ever stuck in YOUR place, you can take over. But for right now, GET UP." Genrou growled, jerking him to his feet by the front of his jacket when he hesitated, then walking out.
'Whew. Either there's something about herself she REALLY doesn't like, or I'm just one of the lucky ones.' I thought weakly after seeing this brief show of the fiery girl's temper.
"Gomen, Genrou can be a real Drill Sergeant when she's nervous. Better do what she says for now." Kouji warned, looking at Tasuki sympathetically.
'No kidding.' I shook my head, fingering my beaded necklace and giving a small sigh. I put a hand to my chin, thinking.
"We're going to have to get them to come to a truce soon. I can't take much more of this." the blue-haired guy groaned. I grimaced at the strangeness of having someone who was, ME voicing my own thoughts. I had the strange feeling also that my personal privacy was going to be next to nill with him around.
'Oh well. Might as well get used to it.' I told myself, following the rest out to watch the fight.
~Third Person P.O.V.~
"Our first match is between the newbie, Genrou, and five time champion winner and crowd favorite, TORY!!!" the announcer, well, announced, as the two girls took their respective stances on either side of the ring.
Both teens flew at eachother, swords colliding with a loud clang.
"Who are you?" Tory asked quietly while both were trying to overpower the other.
Genrou raised an eyebrow, and a small, real smile played across her lips. "Don't you remember the girl back in fifth grade who accidentally burned down the Home Ec lab? Or how about the time she was almost thrown into prison for stealing all the SAT tests so the kids could have the day off?"
Tory nearly lost the match right then and there. She stared at Genrou for a second, who was now smirking, then laughed out loud.
"So I'm finally acquainted with the pryo/klepto again, huh? Never knew you had one of those weird marks too!" she chuckled, putting more energy into her thrusts.
"I resent that! I'm just a thief, I'm not a kleptomaniac!" Genrou argued, though laughing also, starting to grow tired from blocking all Tory's hits. Tory suddenly knocked Genrou's sword from her hands, making it imbed itself deep into one of the wooden posts around the arena, her own sword's tip coming to rest inches from the red heads neck. Tory had expected to see at least a trace of anger or fear on Genrou's face, but she only smirked at Tory as if asking, 'What took you so long?'
"We'll talk more about what you're doing here after I win that trophy." Tory told her seriously, nodding to the judges once they announced Genrou's defeat.
'I'm sure we will.' Genrou thought to herself, a half-smile on her face as she returned to the rest of her group.
~Tory's P.O.V.~
"Good job, Miss Tory!" I heard a voice call, and turned, seeing one of my bodyguards grinning at me. I mustered up a weak smile in response. I had known for months that he had a crush on me, but really didn't feel anything for him beyond friendship and gratitude in return. He was a very good bodyguard, incredibly strong, but I had decided long ago I was too focused on my responsibilities to think about pursuing this.
"Hello Nuko."