Fated Fight |Kengan Ashura| |Reader Insert|

Compete

You leaned back in your chair with a sigh.

'First time fighting hair... at least he's getting new experiences.'

"His hair has thrown Tokita into the air!"
He landed on his back, cracking the ground. He tried to get up, but Ryo whipped his hair across Ohma's chest. Your brows shot up.
Ryo swung his hair like a lasso above him. Ohma finally got up and launched at Ryo, but he just pulled his hair and tripped him under himself. Ryo swung him over his head and slammed him into the ground again before dragging him in a circle.

'Come on, Ohma...' You thought, fingers tightening around your arm. Ryo slammed him against the wall and bound his hair around his right wrist. He used his free hair to whip at Ohma, who blocked himself with his arm.

"He keeps whipping!! Ohma is having a difficult time coping with the hair whipping!!"
Your eyes narrowed.

"If I lose, I'll be the king of debt..."
You looked over and saw Yamashita in his own daze, mumbling to himself. You turned your head back around in time to see Ryo whip his hair around Ohma's neck and eyes.

'Kinky... wait... ARGGHHHH STOP!! HE CAN'T BREATHE RIGHT NOW IDIOT!!' You facepalmed yourself before taking a deep breath to calm yourself. You watched Ohma struggle against the hair chains.

'Oh... there it is...' You thought, seeing the familiar, wide smile appear on his face. You felt the pressure begin to grow around him. Soon, it got so that the hair was blown away, freeing him. You clearly heard the increased thumping of his heart.

'Ohma...' You lightly sighed, dropping your shoulders. The two of them launched at each other, but Ohma greatly overpowered Ryo in no time. At one point, Ryo attempted a somersault kick, but Ohma just punched him. From then on, it wasn't hard to guess who'd win. Ohma finished it with a kick to his head, smashing it into the ground. The crowd gasped out. You smiled lightly. Ohma calmed down a few seconds after that.

"The game is over!" The referee yelled, "The winner is Tokita Ohma!!"
You jumped out of your seat, running out of the viewing area. You arrived right when he was walking out.

"Hey!" You jumped on him, hooking your arm over his neck. "Congratulations!!" You smiled at him.

"Yeah," he replied, "Told you I'd win." You shook your head.

"Never doubted you."
He gazed down at you, a small smile on his face. You reached up and wiped the blood from the corner of his eye.

"You okay?'

"As if this could hurt me."
You deadpanned at him. He closed his one eye so you wouldn't poke him in it. You wiped your bloody fingers on your shirt.

"When's your match?" He asked as you unhooked yourself.

"Not sure," you replied, "But I'm the first fight in Block C. I'm fighting against a guy named Saw Paing."

"I see."
Your phone buzzed from your pocket. You brought it out to see Athena had texted you.

"Oh, Athena wants to talk to me," you said, stepping away from him. "I'll catch you later, yeah?" You waved at him before running away. He sent a wave back your way, but you didn't see it.

~
"... what did you say?" You asked, your brow twitching. The match that was going on was none of your concern right now. Athena and Hera sat opposite of you. Like two mothers getting ready to lecture their child.

"We know you're in love with Ohma."
You blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice.

"Why... what... what would make you think that?" You asked. Hera rolled her eyes.

"It's so obvious by the way you look and interact with him."

"So? We're just friends. I don't feel for him any more than that!"

"Oh my god, yes you do, you lie like a rug."

"Why are we even discussing this?" You asked, "You two of all people should know this is no time to be meddling with feelings. Especially someone else's."

"You know what will happen when Ohma overuses Advance," Hera warned, "You've known for years."

"Which is why it's better to keep quiet," you countered, "If he's going to die, I'll make sure he dies with no regrets. Thinking 'what could've been' isn't exactly helpful, you know."

"You and your goddamn emotional constipation." Hera took her leg and hit you on the head with it.

"OW!! WOULD YOU STOP DOING THAT SHIT!?!?"

"WHEN YOU STOP BEING A FUCKING IDIOT I WILL!!!" She yelled in your face. "I BROKE ALL 206 BONES IN YOUR BODY ONCE AND I WILL NOT HESITATE TO DO IT AGAIN!!"

"dEAR, PLEASE!!" Athena shrieked. You and Hera glared at each other dangerously. You haven't sparred with her in years, so it was unclear how much you've progressed. Or how much she's regressed. You two only separated when Athena chopped both of you on your heads.

"You two are so chaotic together!" She scolded, "You seriously can't go one day without arguing!!" You and Hera looked away like children.

"Hera!" She started with her. "Don't go around pressuring people into saying things they don't want to say!!! Y/n!!" She whipped around to face you.

"Stop going around trying to fight everyone! Even if you don't want to say what you feel, you still have to accept you feel it!!!"
You crossed your arms and pouted slightly.

"Your match isn't that far away. They're already halfway through Block B." Athena sighed finally. "Have you figured out a strategy?"

"Nope."
Athena sighed again, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Go watch the next match and calm down," she said, "Hera and I are going to talk more." She and her already began to turn and go in the opposite direction.

'Geez...' You turned and walked back towards the entrance to the arena. When you turned the corner, a lingering, faint smell caught your attention. The person who was eavesdropping left right before Athena and Hera did. You recognized the scent.

'Oh... shit...' You slumped to the ground.

'Athena and her goddammed blabbermouth...'

~
You entered the arena up top, away from everyone in the dark. The large, familiar figure also stood there. You came up to his side.

"Watching Sekibayashi?" You asked.

"Yeah."
You analyzed the two fighters from the monitors.

'Sumo verses pro...' You thought.

'... Jun will win.' You didn't know why, but deep in your mind, you sensed something Sekibayashi had that Takeru didn't.

'A passion and effort for the sport.'

Ja ne!

{Ruby Red}