Living A Dead Dream (Baji x OC)

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"So, how'd it turn out?" Sayu asked excitedly as we met up for our last class of the day. We're best friends, but we only had one class together this year, so we could really only hang out after school.

"It's so sick," I gushed. "I'll have to show you later cause of the wrap."

"Definetly."

~

It was after school now and the fighting ring that Take was forced to join just started. I didn't know his friends as well as he did, but I knew that Yamamoto was the frail type. So, I knew this match wasn't going to end well. People from our school were rooting for him, but anyone that knew him even a little bit knew he stood no chance.

As everyone cheered, he readied his stance. Then everyone went quiet, so the guy running the whole thing could start the match. From what I remembered, he was a third year with a scar on his face. Everyone yelled their cheers after he said to begin.

"EVERYONE STOOOOP!!" At the top of the steps was no other than my little brother. His shout confused everyone, including me, and quieted them down.

What is he doing?

After some ridiculing comments from the crowd, he started descending the stairs with his hands on the back of his head, like what a lot of carefree anime characters do. "Don't you guys get bored seeing the same damn match every single time? Don't you want something more entertaining?"

"Hah! You're the dumbass that got knocked out with one punch yesterday," someone commented.

"What do you mean more entertaining?" the third year running this thing asked.

"For example... King versus Slave."

God, he is such an idiot, I facepalmed.

"So what do you say, Kiomasa?" he asked as he stood right behind the guy. "Are you gonna fight me, or not?" he continued after Kiomasa stood up.

He's gonna get his ass kicked! Shit, I'll just stop it before it goes too far. What would he do if I wasn't here?

Kiomasa turned to look at him with a deadly glint in his eyes as everyone else stood shocked.

"What is he doing?!" Sayu whispered in disbelief.

"Don't worry, I'll save the idiot before he gets permanently damaged," I whispered back.

They were both down on the ground now and we were closer to the front to make it a little easier for me when the time came.

Kiomasa was the first to throw a punch, landing a gut hit on Take. Then it was followed by a hit to the face. And another. And another. After a few more hits, I got between them and caught another punch that was aimed at Take's already bleeding face.

"That's enough," I said with a surprisingly calm tone as Take regained his footing behind me.

"Daju?" he questioned.

"Instead of King versus slave, how about King versus Rogue?" I smirked, ignoring Take and everyone's shocked stares.

He finally retracted his fist before spitting out his cigarette. "Whatever you say!" he said as he threw a punch at me and everyone started cheering again.

I easily dodged it, sending it flying past my head, and aimed a punch of my own at his face. It made contact with an audible crack. I had broken his nose. He staggered back with a look of disbelief mixed with rage as he saw the blood streaming out of his nose. Again, everyone went quiet before muttering to each other. From what I could catch, they were talking about me being able to land a good hit.