AKUMA 悪魔 Getou Suguru

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Beaming neon lights lighten the darkness of the night, loud noise of chatter, music and heavy stumping across the cement streets all scratch your sensitive ears. With precise large steps -as large as your small feet can get you- you make your way making a mental note not to let the sweaty gigantic bodies crowding the area touch you- not even if your life depended on it-  pulling your hood down over your head you exhale, ignoring the white fog you brought to life you walk along the crowd with your hands buried in the depth of your pockets - japan's December is surely cruel - you wonder how could a place look so different. Fifteen hours ago this street in particular was calm, peaceful with the chirps of morning birds and the elderly who occasionally participated in small talk, bakery shops' Bells ringing once in awhile indicating the presence of a new costumer. You shake your head pushing the thoughts away as you see the majority of the crowd before you disappear in a flight of cemented stairs to the right, casted between smoke shops. Furrowing your eyebrows you pull your high neck to the bridge of your nose.

Every passing second you're brought closer to the end of the stairs the  sounds of men come clearer - not that you can tell what is being said, words are overlapping - your brain lists over twenty reasons why this isn't a good idea in a span of a millisecond, Gritting your teeth you descend the stairs looking to the front you can barely make out what's before you, walking along the massive crowd you pass what you can assume to be a wide hall that's poorly lit. You scrunch your nose in distaste as you force yourself not to gag due to the pungent perfume of sweaty drunken men. Your stomach twists in disgust. Nevertheless, you make it to a room far greater than your vision could take, so dark yet so bright as the large rectangular stage stands in the middle holding three figures. The swarm of the massive crowd wraps around the stage, slowly you push past the gigantic individuals as you make your way up tp the front - even with your tiny figure the stunt was still a hassle - you stare directly at the back of a figure that is standing in the middle of two. You take your time glancing over the one to your left.

The man was large to say the least, wasn't easy on the eyes, hair was in a fade, body ripped to a sickening degree.

You shift your gaze to your right praying for his opponent to make it out in one piece.

You scan over broad bare shoulders, back muscles so defined one can study myology from, muscles flex  with every subtle move the man makes, his biceps resting on the sides of the ring, thick shiny black hair held up in a bun with a single stand framing his sharp features, skin so smooth it reflects the light from above. His lower body wrapped in black sweatpants that hugs his hips tightly. Although covered you can tell his lower region was just as strong. Your eyes linger at his face as you memorize every tiny detail. His proud straight nose, Dark slant eyes, his wide soft lips.

The referee signals the start of the match with a bell. The sound bounces of the wet walls of the room as it vibrates through the place, you cover your ears whimpering from the ringing that started to echo in them.

The two men March towards one another confidently.

Twenty seconds into the fight the fighter to your right langes at his opponent after dodging poorly aimed hits, mid action he stops as something catches his attention in the area where you stand.

Your eyes dilate as your heart ripples in your chest the world stops for what feels to be eternity as you look into his dark orbs, you  swear your heart stopped once you acknowledged the fact that the man was indeed staring you in the eyes, his face scrunches after a few seconds of studying you. He looks at you with a feeling you can't pinpoint, anger ? That couldn't be you didn't even know the man.

In slow motion the one you came to terms of being called " Rin "contacts his fist to" akuma's " jaw leaving it traumatised with the sudden impact " akuma " spits blood in your direction as he stumbles to the back shaking his head to clear his vision. The crowd roars in exhilaration as the scene unfolds before them.