Chapter Three: Clotho's Chance – Shani Vs. Orga

Disclaimer: You know I don't own them, the show, or anything like that. But they sure are fun to write about, mreeheehee.

It was down to one measly hit point.

The match between Shani and Orga was nearly to its conclusion. Both of their machines were at the breaking point; both were smoking and badly battered. One more hit, that's all it would take to spell 'the end' for either of them. Weapons exhausted, the fight could only be finished with simple physical attacks from the suits.

Too bad, Clotho thought, that it took two hours to get even this far. And the screen was even paused at the moment.

With a wince, he recalled how neither of his fellow pilots could get a hit in on each other after Orga's initial attack. Both of them were getting frustrated, but that was nothing new. If there was any trait that was shared among the three Druggies, it was shortness of temper. Shani was habitually growling, his fingers pressing so hard down on the buttons that Clotho was afraid he'd desensitize them. Orga was still smiling though, as his hit points were definitely still higher than his opponent's.

Then Shani had hit the heavy-looking suit, slicing deep into it with the glowing scythe he liked so much. Laughter found its place on the delighted boy's lips as he paused to enjoy the look of shock on the other's face.

And summarily got punched in the mouth.

Shani had looked stunned; the green hair that usually covered his one of his eyes was stirred from its place. Both of them, gold and violet, locked onto Orga's larger frame, sparkling with some strange emotion. Meanwhile the one who punched was blinking surprised, his own gaze jumping back and forth between his hand and Shani. Obviously he hadn't meant to do it, but he had.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!"

THUD. Thud, thud.

"Oh shit."

Clotho had sweat dropped and scooted out of the way as the pilot of the Forbidden tackled the boy who had been sitting next to him and proceeded to hit his head off the floor a few times. Although he seemed to enjoy it, he wasn't allowed to for very long. Orga soon regained his composure, had become really pissed off, and kneed Shani in between the legs.

Needless to say, Shani rolled off of him and stared blankly at the ceiling, his whimpers agonized. "Oh…oh you're such a bastard…I hate you. I really, really hate you."

A pleased smile spread itself across the blonde's face and he'd sat up, rubbing the back of the head. "You don't need them, Shani. You'll be just fine; your hand is the only one who ever gets to look at them anyways."

…And when Shani recovered his wits, he stood up and avenged himself with a nice kick in the teeth. It went on for a long time, between the actual fight and the game, off and on. Clotho was amused at least; he was hoping that maybe they'd kill each other so he wouldn't have to do it himself.

Orga was currently in the bathroom, cleaning the lip that Shani had burst. Said lip injury had been dealt out when the avid reader had muttered something about a crooked part of his adversary's anatomy. He had fought the urge to laugh; when he started the green haired boy had given him a look that was between "I'm gonna kill you," and "Can I beat you up too?" His nose was a little bit swollen from where the pilot of the Calamity had punched him. At least it hadn't bled. Clotho didn't want blood all over his controller.

"Come back in here already, Orga. I don't want to listen to Clotho bitch about his game anymore. We're gonna finish this right now!"

He almost wanted to kiss Shani right then. Almost.

In a few minutes, the blonde was back. His bruised hands were tight over the Playstation controller, teal eyes determined and dead set on the screen. Shani's posture was much the same, as his thumb hovered over the start button. "You ready, you prick?"

Orga merely smirked a little, his now-swollen lip making the expression a little ridiculous. And then he nodded, his fingers seeming to almost itch with anticipation.

Clotho was almost having a heart attack. HE'D GET TO PLAY SOON! Just a few moments more…tears filled his eyes as Shani's button descended upon the button…

"All hands, report to Level 1 Battle Stations. Human CPUs please get to your machines on the double. We will be soon encountering the Archangel and Her Allies. I repeat…"

The tears came harder, became fountains that were accompanied by loud resounding wails. "WHY GOD! WHY IS IT THAT YOU HATE ME SO MUCH! All I wanted was to play it, just ONE TIME! I'm gonna…I'm gonna…!"

Orga was already walking out of the room, his ears plugged by his fingers, trying to drown out the redhead's anguished screams. On the other hand, Shani was blinking as he gently placed down his controller. "You did get to play though, Clotho, remember? I killed you. And then you let dumbass play."

He was soon left alone as Shani followed suit and left the room, snickering about something or another. Dejected, Clotho got up and turned off the entire system before starting out too, hanging his head.

Making sure, of course, to take the cushions off of Shani's earphones and Orga's only bookmark as he did.

Author's Notes: I'm so mean to poor Clotho, but at least he got his revenge D. This is done for now, I think. There may be a sequel or something…maybe. See you soon! So what'd you think of it? Did you like it or were you disappointed? Only one way to let me know!