✯𝑲𝒚𝒐𝒕𝒐 𝑱𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒏✯

Deity Two Admirals

Takemitchy yawned out tiredly following the Peh-Yan.

"Why'd I have to come? Can't you go with Mitsuya or someone else?" He asked as they walked into the ice skating rink.

"Mitsuya was busy today! And everyone else is either out with their girlfriends or something," he said. Takemitchy chuckled feeling his nervousness.

"Could've at least let me call Hina," he said thinking about how he hadn't seen his girlfriend since Christmas night. As they walked to the bleachers Takemitchy noticed a series of logos on the walls.

"What's all this?" He asked.

"Oh those are the crests of the families sponsoring the skaters," Takemitchy hummed though a certain crest looked familiar. He didn't know where he'd seen it before but it was awfully familiar. He walked to the wall as Peh on the other hand looked around for Diedre. The second his hand touched the wall a wave of energy hit him. Flashes of lights hit him then nothing. He opened his eyes being met with a blury scenery. As the light adjusted he saw himself in an office. He frowned. The world shifted to another scene. Kisaki stood in a room with a man with purple hair and purple eyes. He held his hand out.

"Is it a deal then?" Kisaki nodded. Takemitchy frowned. He noticed a series of numbers on the man's hand. V089. He didn't know what it meant but something told him he should remember. The scenery suddenly changed again and he gasped.

"Tora! Tora!" Chizelle was kneeling on the ground applying pressure to what seemed to be an almost dying Kazutora. The boy only smiled grabbing her wrist.

"It's alright Ella, go forward and stop them," his vision focused even more and he saw himself standing behind Chizelle. Kazutora looked at the Takemitchy behind Chizelle.

"Take care of her and Mikey for me, Takemitchy" the other him started crying. Kazutora's eyes closed and everything changed again.
Takemitchy gasped. He was at the ice rink again. He held his face questioning what he had just seen.

"Was this...the future?" He asked himself.

"Takemitchy?" He jolted up seeing Sierra. She had on a blue shirt and black yoga pants.

"Sierra! What are you doing here?" She looked at him confused.

"I'm the one who should be saying that! Don't you see where you are?" She asked pointing at the logo on the wall. He shook his head.

"Takemitchy, this is the Mustudane Family's private ice skating rink, mainly run by Tashia Mutsudane of Deity Three!" She stated. He gasped.

"Wha-"

"Hey Italy!" Sierra ducked pulling the blonde along behind the bleachers.

"I need you to stay still don't attract attention, did anyone else come with you?" She asked.

"Yeah Peh-Yan, he came to see that girl, uh, Diedre Morrigan," she sighed.

"Stick with him and stay as natural as you can I need to g-"

"What are you doing?" The two turned around looking at Hanma.

"Why's he here?" Takemitchy asked. Sierra groaned.

"I agreed to go on a date with him-"

"What!?"

"Lower your voice! I'll explain later," she looked at Hanma as she stood up.

"I need to change keep an eye on Takemitchy," Hanma smirked.

"What do I get in exchange?" He asked.

"To live," She said walking off. Hanma only laughed.

"C'mon Hanagaki!" He said pulling the blonde out of the bleachers and onto the sides beside Peh-Yan.

"Huh!? Why're you-"

"Long story short we need to keep a low profile," the second division member grumbled a few things then looked back at the rink. Diedre was already on the rink warming up. The sudden sound of a honk made her lose concentration and fall. The boys gasped.

"Diedre," Takemitchy had to hold back Peh from going onto the ice.

"Mi que caída!" A boy about their age wearing a red and yellow outfit rolled onto the rink skating around Diedre. The red head glared up at him.

"Leonard!" The blonde had slicked back blonde hair and purple eyes.

"Hola, Ireland, still competing?" He mused. She glared at him getting off the ground only to get bumped in by another contestant. A girl with black hair held in a tight bun with dark blue eyes and a blue and green outfit. She huffed looking down at the red head.

"I can't believe you're still here dispite being 4th place every year," She said standing beside the blonde. Diedre rubbed her arm.

"That's none of your concern unless you're afraid if losing," she replied.

"Please! Losing against you of all people? Isn't that funny Spain?" The brunette laughed.

"Seems Ireland in quite confident this year Canada," he replied. Canada chuckled. Spain advanced to Diedre's leaning to her level.

"Everyone knows Ireland is a shitty country with shitty dancing moves, so it's better for you to give up before this gets nasty," Diedre paled a bit.

"That not true-"

"Oh yeah? Then why haven't you won any awards other than Junior Gold?" 'Canada' asked. Diedre looked down in shame.

"Admit it Ireland you're not worthy of standing amongst the best," Spain sneered.

"Just retire alrea-"

"Of you have time to chat you have time to work!" Canada looked up just as someone zoomed by her at full speed knocking her off. The brunette growled.

"Italy you bitch!" Sierra stood in all her glory hair pulled into a low ponytail. She wore her country's colors with pride as she looked at her peers. She glared at Canada advancing to them.

"Quite bullying Ireland, at least she puts heart into what she does," she stopped in front of Canada stomping too close to her feet.

"So before you talk shit of her go warm up, 3rd place every year should be a shame!" Canada bit her lip getting up.

"Fuck you," she said rolling off to the side. Sierra rolled her eyes turning to Spain.

"Having fun picking on the younger ones Leo? Does it fill the gap of standing in my shadow?" The blonde huffed.

"I'm only second place out of choice what I really am aiming for is the duet contest," he grinned. Sierra rolled her eyes rolling to the Ireland girl.

"Get up Ireland, unless you plan on leaving," Diedre shook her head standing up.

"If you have time to ball or stress then you have time to work harder and become better,"