I promised Indigo, so here he is. Also, yes, my form of Indigo is sexist as well as racist. I know he's racist, even Crayon Queen said so but I'm not sure if he's sexist, so I'm assuming he is. These are one-shots anyways, sometimes a terrible character may be a good character and vise versa. If you don't agree with this interpretation that's fine, but if you're going to have rude comments just skip this chapter please.

Oh, also, I can't write accents so Indigo's parts are just normal talking. If I ever learn to write his accent I'll come back and edit it though.

This Chapter: Indigo is challenged. And like always, he wins. (Warning: Sexism.)

Indigo had heard the news going around, he wasn't stupid after all. There was a new DJ and people said she was quickly climbing the ranks, and she was really good. Some people even said better then Indigo. But really? A stupid annoying girl, better then him? Like that was possible.

Either way though, to figure out what all the fuss was about, Indigo snuck in while she was playing. He hadn't listen for long, just stayed for a few songs as he snagged a quick drink before leaving. She wasn't as good as he was, like he had thought, but some people may think so which of course meant Indigo needed to prove them all wrong, show them that he was better then any of them.

He sent a simple letter then her, swift and to the point. A challenge to a fun easy hearted DJ competition. She had accepted easily and without hesitation, with worked to Indigo's advantage. The date had been set and it would have a huge audience. Indigo was busy getting ready for the few days before it. Sure there was no way she could ever beat him, not in five million years, but that doesn't mean he was just going to sit back and not try at all- he wasn't an idiot you know.

And then the day finally came, and Indigo learned, to his slight worry that she wasn't half bad. She couldn't beat him though, even if she wasn't as bad as he thought... right? Of course not. At least- of course not.

"You ready?" Indigo asked with a smirk, leaning forward over his desk as he adjusted his indigo colored glasses. The girl whose name Indigo had bothered to remember, smiled happily and nodded.

It would go like this- they would both take turns until the half an hour point, where they would take a break. After fifteen minutes they would go for another half hour, and then the audience would all vote- for Indigo -and he would walk out victorious, like always.

The girl went first, and the crowd went wild. She was, to be frank, amazing- not that Indigo would ever admit it. Maybe even better then him. After she finished Indigo hopped in. Like always he was instantly cheered on, every flick of his fingers making the noise raise and fall. But it really wasn't as loud as it should have been- not as loud as her's had been.

The half an hour passed, and a terrible thought filled Indigo- she was winning. That little bitch was beating him. It seemed impossible, but it really wasn't, and it was clear it was what was happening at the moment.

But Indigo had to win.

After the break finished they started up again, Indigo going first this time. He pushed himself further then he had before, and it did show. Finally it was her turn, and Indigo struggled to contain his grin was she started- and sounded terrible. Her stupid face paled in pain and confusion as she switched a few things, but it was no use. The crowed was almost dead quiet, confused but it quickly started to boo her, sounding angry and shocked.

Soon her turn ended and she was forced to stop, Indigo starting up again with a grin.

To be frank, Indigo won.

Once everyone cleared out Indigo went over to the girl, opening up her station before she could say anything. There were clean signs of sabatoge. "Should keep better care of your station if you want to win," Indigo pointed out. "Then again, you'll a female, so I can't say I'm surprised."

Females were less then males after all.