Warnings: Yaoi, violence/gore, Hiruma and Agon, language…
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Gaou Rikiya patiently waited in the clubhouse by flexing his arms and legs.

He can't be rusty before the good match. It wasn't like Sena couldn't fight either, right?

"Gaou, are you sure he even wants to fight you?" his friend, sighed as he flicked a stray piece of hair out of his eyes, "This can't end up good, I'd say."

"Don't worry, Marco," Gaou said, eyes glimmering like a kid's, "He's a man, so he won't run."

"That wasn't..." a rough sigh erupted out of the male, "But are you sure about that?"

The male turned to Marco, "He has pride. And if he refuses to come," a larger grin pasted itself onto his face, "I have a reason to go on a rampage."

"O...Oh," Marco visibly paled, and grabbed his phone, double-checking that the hospital was on speed dial.

And all of a sudden, the male turned to the only door in the courtyard as a small male, with crazy brown hair that was literally standing on the tips of it's strands walked in.

Marco vaguely wondered how much blood he held in that body, and how much would be left on the ground.

A dignified walk, that was completely aimed at the challenger, but with trembling hands and a desperate look on his face, Sena gulped. His eyes slowly hardening with... resolve?

"H...Hello Gaou-san," and looking at the male's buddy, "And M-Marco-san," he practically whimpered.

"Hey, Sena," the glints, that Gaou didn't bother to hide, were in the full-bloom, the large white teeth grinning down happily (too happily) at the male in frotn of him, "Let's hurry up and fight..."

"I'm sorry..." The whimper was ignored.

Marco sighed, at this rate, there was no way that the small Sena would win against Gaou's absolute strength, and there was no chance that the monstrous male would hold back at all.

"A man that is not afraid of strength is a fool," Gaou said as he easily tossed Sena aside like a rag-doll, hitting the wall with a dull 'thud' before Sena stood up with no problem. As if he hadn't just gained 14 different bruises, some over-lapping each other, "But you..." eyes turned slightly soft before they hardened with entertainment.

"Even if it's scary, you must step into the territory of death for the sake of victory," Sena finished as he stood up proudly. His hands were shaky as he barely got his legs to work without giving out under him.

Wobbling slightly to the side he took a deep breath, as his eyes flashed into a blood red, he offered a soft smile, "And if you can't take a step forward, you'll be stuck where you are forever."

The grin came out of Gaou was far too happy for Marco's taste, as the two clashed.

Sena disappearing behind Gaou, sending a kick to his head that Gaou barely dodged, a scratch appearing on his cheek. The larger male's grin somehow got bigger as he swung his arm down, and while Sena dodged it, threw his other hand to attack. And as it came through, Sena flipped backwards to avade it, and then swung his left leg over the arm and used it as a platform as he rushed up against Gaou.

"KORA!" the yell came swiftly as the two collided with a head-butt.

The large male fell backwards against the ground and Sena went flying against the ground, skidding across it, he stood up swiftly. The traces of mud and grass tattooed his body and clothing as he wiped something away from his mouth.

"We're far from over, Kobayakawa Sena," the voice, low and husky as Marco couldn't help but surpass the shudder as the male stood up slowly, readying himself in a basic fighting stance. "I haven't felt this since Kurita..." he muttered darkly.

"You fought Kurita-san?" the brunet seemed to be surprised about this, but didn't relax.

A chuckle escaped Marco's lips as he came to a conclusion.

He wasn't going to let the male die here.

Marco stood where he was, mouth open as Sena bowed to Gaou, or at least what was left of the bloodied and bruised.

The black eye and dislocated shoulder off Gaou wasn't an easy feat, that's for sure.

"Thank you very much," the underclassmen panted out slowly. Even though he had just spent three hours running around and beating the crap out of his opponent, the male was still respectful, and a lot more calm.

Almost eerily so.

The brunette looked at Marco, "Do you need help getting him to the infimary?" he asked quietly.

Marco opened his mouth, then closed it. Then, he opened it once more, as though he was actually trying to say something.

"Give me 15 minutes to recover," the male said on the ground, almost emotionless about all this, despite the bright, happy grin on his face... and sparkling eyes, "And I'll need you to crack my shoulder back into place."

"Eh? Uh... Hai..." the male whispered, before speaking slightly louder, "But please go see a nurse to make sure," the stern voice and worried expression was pure genuine.

It was just that aura that he emitted when he talked like that.

"It's just a couple of broken bones," Gaou said easily, "I'll be fine."

Marco chuckled slightly.

"Don't worry about him, I'd say," he said easily as he cracked open a coke bottle, "Want some?"

"Ah, n-no thank you," shaking his head as well as his hands Sena blinked in utter surprise before falling quiet, "Should... I wait?"

"You want a rematch already?" Marco asked, confused about this.

A bright red blush bloomed on Sena's face ,"No! No, I mean, if that's what he wants then..." eyes rose to meet dark brown ones, "What place am I in to refuse?" he questioned lightly.

The older male blinked in surprise, then, he slowly relaxed, breaking off into a warm smile, "Ah, I can't win against that, I'd say," he shook his head before turning back at Sena, "I'd say that you're the real deal."

"Eh?"

The male shook his head, "Nothing," he replied swiftly, his eyes losing the little life there was left.

"Oh, um..." eyes slowly staring back at the male in front of him, who continued to fidget, "Um... Is there any possible way I can..."

"You could..."

"Keep in contact with you?" the quiet voice, and almost desperate look from the warm honey-brown eyes gazed upward to the male, who gulped.

"Er... Um..." opening and closing his mouth, he worked his jaws out once more. Man, Sena really knew how to make him speechless, "I... Here," taking out his a piece of paper, he scribbled down 10 digits and handed it over to the male, "Call me whenever you need me," he said, somewhat kindly.

Bright eyes grew like they were the imitating the sunrise as the male bounced up nad down giddily, and bowed to Marco, "Thank you so much, Marco-san!" he said before turning back to Gaou, and said simply, "I await your presence at school."

"Fn," it was a half-laugh, half-grunt, and all Gaou-originated, but Sena took it well, as though he completely figured out Gaou within the time they were fighting.

"You too, Marco-san."

"Just Marco is fine," the male coolly replied, a soft, bubbly feeling entering his chest as he watched the male blink and nod, despite the large blush.

"Then-"

"No good-byes since we'll see each other soon, I'd say," he said simply, moving his bangs out of the way with his hair.

"O-okay!"

And with that, the brunet left, a bright and happy atmosphere surrounding him as he left.

"Marco," the male turned to his friend, "I need to train some more."

"If I'd say so myself, I need to as well," staring up at the bright blue sky that slowly began to turn red, he sipped his soda.