Competition.

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By Sonfaro

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Downtime at DATS is a very dangerous thing. It meant nothing would get done. It meant that the enemy was planning something. It also meant that the ongoing competition would grind to a halt. At least until the next mission. Sometimes, there must be something to break the acidic tension that always seems to exist from their two best tamers, Daimon Masaru, and Tohma H. Norstein. Sometimes, when Satsuma is away, it feels like the whole world will implode around them. Sometimes, there is only one thing to settle the competition.

They sit across from each other, mortal enemy's. It is because of them that the room is bitterly divided. They know the stakes. This is for honor and pride. It is almost time. This is the ultimate clash.

The battle is joined!

Masaru glares at Tohma. Tohma stares at Masaru. Gaomon watches his master and his enemy. Shirikawa and Kurakawa stand together, the atmosphere getting to them. Agumon is blowing bubbles with his nostril. Yoshino and Lalamon simply watched the two boys in confusion. You could cut the tension with a knife. Sweat trickles down Masaru's brow. Tohma remains focused. Everyone takes in an intake of breath and brace themselves…

Masaru blinks.

Everyone breaths out and congratulates Tohma. It's over. Tohma 1. Masaru 0. Agumon yawns and asks for a burger. For a moment Yoshino thinks that all is well.

Masaru glares. "Best two out of three!"

There can't even be a simple staring contest without some problem.

The eldest tamer rolls her fingers across her temples, whilst in the background her partners start arguing again. Yoshino sighs. "This is the worst."

The End

Authors Note: Perhaps the second Savers fic on the net. Sweet.