“These are the buildings that will be moving on to the second round!” Mitsuru yelled into his microphone with enthusiasm as the scores were shown on the screen.
“Too loud.” Kitsuna muttered to herself as she sat down next to her supervisor.
“You can say that again.” Hajime sighed.
“What’s the matter, you two throwing in the towel already?” Samon growled as he approached, the inmates that would be participating with him following closely behind.
“Hi, Saru-chan.” Kitsuna yawned.
“Screw off you damned monkey!” Hajime hissed back at the shorter man, “Lack of enthusiasm does not mean we’re going to lose, right Kitsuna!?”
“Now you’re being too loud, Hajime.” The girl recoiled and sighed, “What is with everyone here and this tournament? You didn’t even want to participate in this to begin with.”
“Maybe so,” Hajime growled while glaring daggers into the supervisor over her head, “But whether I win this or not, I’m not losing to you.”
“Well, I hope you’re ready for disappointment.” Samon snarled, glaring back, “But I’m not about to lose to you either. And I’ll win this thing.”
“Like hell.” Hajime roared.
“What’s the matter foxy, staying out of this because you’re afraid?” Inori laughed at the red head who was done with everything.
“No, I’m not you.” She shot back, causing the much taller man to wince slightly.
“You got some big balls to say that to a superior officer.” Inori snarled at her when he regained composer.
“Rank means shit when you don’t have respect to back it up.” Kitsuna muttered.
“What was that?” Inori demanded.
“Back off, boar.” Hajime snarled, defending the girl, “Respect your superiors.”
The deputy supervisor fell silent, knowing he couldn’t take on the supervisor.
“May the best man win, I guess.” Kitsuna said dismissively, letting the others know the conversation was over.
“Damn it, 3rd again! I’m only above that stupid pheasant!” Samon growled and punched a wall in anger.
“Disappointed you’re losing?” Kitsuna teased from behind him.
“What do you want?” Samon asked, turning around. There was no heat in his words as he spoke to the girl, but he was annoyed.
“To check on my Saru-chan.” She smiled, still leaning against the wall.
“At the very least don’t call me that in front of Hajime and the other supervisors.” Samon pouted, “They’ll never let me live it down.”
“But it’s cute.” Kitsuna said pushing off the wall and strutting towards the shorter male.
“Not a compliment to pay to a man.” Samon huffed.
Kitsuna rolled her eyes before leaning down slightly and kissing his nose. She was only 2 inches taller than him, but she was happy about it because she could lean down and kiss him any time she wanted.
“Yeah, but you’re mine, so…” She said with a smile.
“Whatever.” Samon sighed and crossed his arms.
“You can win against, Hajime.” The red eyed girl said, gaining the monkey’s attention, “He’s tired because he’s been working all last night. You can take him, just, don’t hold back this time, okay?”
“You really think I can win?” Samon asked, looking up at her. At moments like this he wished he was taller than her.
She nodded, “And if you do win,” A devilish smirk spread across her face as she leaned down to whisper into his ear.
Samon’s face became as red as his girlfriend’s eyes as a smirk that matched her own grew on his face.
“Only if you win of course.” Kitsuna uttered as she pulled away from him, staring him dead in the eye.
“I’m going to win!” Samon yelled and took off towards the arena.
Kitsuna giggled to herself and turned to follower the man back outside.
The matchup for the spinning tops were building 5 vs. building 3, and building 4 vs. building 13.
As expected it was buildings 5 and 13 that moved on to the final round.
Hajime and Inmate 15 stood in the arena, preparing to participate for their own building. It was Samon and number 2 who were representing building 5.
The last event was sake opening. It seemed like the perfect way to bring in the new year.
“Ready?” Mitsuru shouted, “GO!”
Both teams took off. Samon and Liang pulled ahead of Hajime, Jyugo was all the way in the back as he had always been slow.
Liang and Hajime were neck and neck, Samon was way in the front though. He was the most athletic after all, and given the fact he was smaller than Hajime gave him a bit of an edge.
At least, that’s what everyone thought until Hajime shot forward and pulled Samon back by his tail to try to get ahead of him.
“I will not lose to you!” Samon yelled, fire burning off of him. He then doubled up his fist and punched Hajime off to the side and went flying up the stairs to the platform the sake barrel was on, leaving a trail of fair in his wake.
As Hajime pulled himself out of the rubble of a crumbled wall, Samon punched open the barrel with all his might, sending sake and wooden splinters everywhere.
“Oh Yeah!” Mitsuru yelled again, “Samon takes the win! Building 5 wins this year’s tournament!”
The red haired girl leaned forward onto the railing she was standing behind and rested her head on he hand that was supported by the railing as she smiled at the monkey man.
Liang was soon up on the platform with Samon they were congratulating each other. Cell 8 was going to get anything they wanted, and Samon was going to get exactly what he was promised.
“Well, it was a good try!” Yamato laughed as Hajime and Jyugo climbed back up to where everyone was standing.
“I just don’t get what got him fired up like that.” Hajime grumbled as he glared at Samon. Cell 13 was disappointed because they weren’t going to get what they wanted, despite having won already.
Kitsuna had to stifle a giggle that wanted to escape her chest.
“What’s so funny!” Hajime yelled at the red haired girl.
“Nothing, Hajime.” She giggled again, “I’m just happy for him.”
“Yeah, your boyfriend’s probably ecstatic about his win.” He grumbled again.
“I, at least, hope he’ll use that bonus to take you someplace nice.” Kiji droned as he approached the scene, “After all, what good would he be otherwise?”
Kitsuna could only laugh again. Partially because of the stupidity of what the bird man had said, partially because building 5’s supervisor had looked up at her in victory only to turn bright red remembering exactly what he won.
“Okay, be honest.” Hajime ordered the girl, “What the hell did you do to make him win?”
Kitsuna just smirked to herself.
“Oh you know, I just gave him a little winning incentive is all.”