Known Fate

Fear of the unknown.

*Warning! Graphic description of slight gore later in the chapter.*

Katahara Metsudo..that sly dog.

Nova walked, or more like, stomped when she arrived outside to get some fresh air.
Saying that she was irritated was an understatement.
Katahara just announced that fighting between fighters is prohibited..nothing wrong with that..but nowhere in that long speech of his did he mention that fighting between outsiders and fighters wasn't allowed. If that wasn't enough, she was bored out of her mind, her shoes began to hurt her feet, but the worst part, Cosmo ditched her. After him and Akira went off, he forgot to meet up with her again.

"Cosmo, when I catch you Cosmo.. ouuu I'm gonna yeet you off this ship.." She grumbled to herself.
Her father and Takakaze were off somewhere else with the chairman, telling her they'd be back shortly, and for her to watch out for herself. Although with how irritated she was, maybe it should be the ones watching out for themselves if they do not want to get wrapped up in her wrath. As they say, "Don't get cut catching this bitch on a bad day."

She stopped for a second before entering the swimming resort, calming her raging nerves with deep breaths.
"Calm your tits girl..what matters at the moment, is to keep a look out for anyone suspicious, and not be ambushed out of nowhere."

She had now long forgotten of her drink, just holding it beside her, when someone with long, black hair crawled away from her. The guy didn't pay her any mind, and she was suddenly overcome with jealousy.

"I want to have hair like that again..." She almost teared up with a pout, longing for her long, healthy hair. 'Unless his hair is a weapon, I have no other idea on how he'll manage to fight with it."
Only one person was there beside her, laying by the pool side on a tanning bed. He had a weird haircut, almost looked like a hat. Imagine the amount of hairspray or hair gel you'd need for it to stay like that all day long..so props to them for that.
She decided to walk by anyway, deciding that if whoever it was and wanted to hurt her, they'd try.

"Oh my, what a sight you are!" The guy, apparently, exclaimed in a high pitched voice, tone full of admiration. His makeup was very well done. He was slaying, honestly.

"Oh, thank you queen!" She smiled down at the stranger, rubbing her collarbone, flustered. "What's your name?"

"I'm Sawada. A fighter, what about you? Are you an outsider here to attack me? Although looking at you, I don't think you would even hurt a fly." He was genuinely curious, she didn't find any malice in his tone.

"Nova, I'm a fighter as well." She mutterd sheepishly, the guy let out a huge gasp.

"Oh my God! That is so fucking cool! Female representation in this tournament is so exciting! And you're quite the eye candy! Too bad I don't do women. I'm still rooting for you though!"
These mixes of emotions almost made her pass out, but she was happy and so thankful, finally being seen and supported, by someone who's not her father for once.

"Thank you. That's so nice to finally hear from someone." Nova confessed with a solemn smile.

"Your hair is so unique! I can see you model it on the cover of Vogue." She changed the subject, trying to lighten the mood. Sawada put a hand on his chest, wiping a fake tear.

"That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. You have such a great taste for clothes, I want to hear everything about you!"

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"No Saw Paing, I do not believe that you're friends with this woman."

Kaolan's indifferent voice spoke, both of them looking over the open magazine, a woman posing, covered in designer clothing. She seemed like someone who was always camera ready, and as they flipped through the magazine, she seemed to have no bad angles..and most importantly, she did not seem like someone who would associate themselves with Saw Paing out of anyone else in the world.