Competition
(Word 46)
Those eyes...tiny black pinpricks of hateful rage, staring at him, boring holes into his soul... Tetsu shuddered. The only time he had ever seen an expression to rival it was the night his parents were murdered.
Hands shaking, he approached with caution. If he thought Okita could be sadistic sometimes, he knew this one would not let him off half so easily. Their rivalry was strong and fierce, a burning force driving them to compete. Who did Okita-san like better? Who did he talk to most? Who did he touch more often? Of course, Tetsu had complete confidence that if push came to shove, Okita-san would choose him.
Then again, so did the enemy. And this was a never-ending battle, because Okita flat out refused to pick either one, so they were just going to do it for him. Since Tetsu had initiated the staring contest, those wicked, cruel eyes had not blinked once. Damn him. Trying to take Okita-san away!
In the middle of their epic struggle, a clash of wits and will to the end, Hijikata interrupted to call Tetsu for his tea. Cursing, the boy stalked off, throwing a backward glance at his competitor.
"Buhi!" grunted Saizo smugly. Curse that piglet.