Known Fate

Forgotten past.

After Ohma left, the other three followed his lead shortly after, but were stopped by someone named Urita, who was the opponent's manager.
They made a bet, accidentally, Yamashita bargaining on his own corporation's stocks, to which Nova just facepalmed. Yamashita's soul left his body as soon as Akiyama mentioned the estimated amount he would have to pay if he lost this match.

"You should have asked for Inaba's hair care routine instead.."

They sat in their seats with high anticipation for Ohma's first match, getting introduced by Sayaka.
He walked into the vast arena with his usual narrow gaze that exudes both confidence and general indifference, bursting with a hint of arrogance as well.

Inaba was called in as well, which Sayaka missed hilariously.

Both fighters faced off in the middle of the arena, taking their stances after being told to do so.

Ohma had this fight in the bag, Nova knew that from noticing how one-sided the whole fight seemed.
She watched in awe as he fought, even as Inaba circled around him, timing a punch perfectly, getting him square in the face.

The fight took a turn a minute later. Ohma was tied down by Inaba's own hair over his eyes and neck.
He was cornered, which meant..
*poof*

The dust clouded over them, that same thumping noise reached her ears, making the girl shudder.
"Oh, you dumbass.."
She thought as that same feeling of pity settled into her chest.

He gained the upper hand again, none of Inaba's hits landed after that.

"MATCH OVER! WINNER, OHMA TOKITA!"
The referee announced, and he walked out with that smirk of his, Yamashita getting down to greet him down in the hallways.
Nova puffed a little, also standing up.

"I guess I'll go after them.. and check up on my blonde bestie as well. I haven't seen him in a few hours and I already miss him."

She headed down in that same hallway again, walking by the operating room. Her mind traveled to the injured Brit man, hoping he was alright.
As she kept walking, her steps slowed down little by little, stopping at the feeling of a cold presence.
She sighed, ruffling her hair in frustration.

"Okay, come out from wherever the fuck you're hiding. I'm not in the mood for some fuckie-wuckie."

She spoke loudly, and a figure appeared in front of her not long after.

An effeminate-looking young man with long dark hair that fell down his back and framed his face in two long bangs. He had the same colored eyes as her.
Only difference, he just had that crazed look in them as he stared at her.

"I see you have made yourself acquainted with him again, after all these years huh." The man spoke with a gentle, yet haunting tone.

She literally made the "🤨" face as she listened to him.

"Listen man, as pretty as you are, and as jealous as I am of that luscious hair of yours, you might need to be a little specific, because I have no idea what you're blabbering about." She spoke with a flat tone, searching for answers in the empty eyes of the stranger. He just squinted his eyes in retaliation, a small smirk on his face as he let out a surprised "oh".

"So the years worth of sedatives really did took a toll on your memories, haven't they? Poor Nova.."

She was taken aback a little by this, tilting her head back in confusion, eyes now narrow, shooting a dangerous glare back at the male.

"Who the fuck are you to know about that..?" She spoke dangerously, pupils shrunken from anger.

"You're so open with other males again, I'm guessing things finally ended with Mark? That man was never good for you. Wasn't it him that forbid you from ever talking to Ohma again when you were younger?" He asked again, that taunting, knowing voice of his finally gotten under her skin, taking in a sharp breath, taking a step closer.