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He tied a little bun from his hair, wearing the stripped suit, shooting so viciously, that any unaware being would immediately be alerted by his draining despair and frustration. Kaiser is having his solo practice, the destructive thought is his power of source, feeding his veins and muscle.
He senses an abnormal presence walking towards his direction, although he doesn't even turn his head. He couldn't just pull the lever of his ability off. And with a clear motive, he shoots the ball to that figure. A light bump was heard, the ball was catched nicely by his arms. It's none other than Isagi, that seems has mastered to read Kaiser like a book, his favorite book that he have reread back and forth.
"Try to hurt me better." Isagi keeps walking closer, he is far used to the people's glares and death threat. Still, no words slips out coming from the offender.
"Is it now the time for 'fucking Kaiser'?" He still didn't give a spin nor seeing the counterpart eye to eye, Isagi can only sees his side profile.
"Yeah I want to fuck you twice." The line singlehandedly makes Kaiser turns his face to Isagi, that apparently still holding the ball infront of his chest.
"Be quick." Said the taller man.
"You owe me one, tell me your weakness."
His ego really has to do it again, and doing it now. He is going to use any means at this rate, anything to complete the puzzle collection for his skill tree, and even being blatant with the person that scorned him the most. Only talking to Isagi makes Kaiser's every fiber of being tormented, with anger that has been longing to lash out and snap at the perpetator. He simply just mocking him and mauling him in the way to death.
"What if I don't?"
"You've lost, prince shithead. 2-1? You can't just forget a best moment like that." Isagi raises his voice a little, gaze points sharper to that unshaken, stern face.
Kaiser never signed a death contract with the devil (Isagi), nor a terms and condition in the betting agreement that he awares of. And now Isagi is putting Kaiser in his own way of will, he yearns to milk his benefits as the winning party.
"Peel your fucking eyes and see."
Some moments passed, Isagi was promised to witness something but nothing comes up, he then raises one of his eyebrows. "See what?" He is starting to assume Kaiser is having a delusional episode.
"It's you."
His face is puzzled than ever, a little confidence in him tells if that was the answer he wanted to hear, he tries not to let out a creepy smile. Kaiser finally kneels down and concedes?
But his craving for the very detailed, definite, and throughly comprehensive explanation of Kaiser's weakness isn't redeemed yet. "Wrong answer." He responds
"Then don't ask."
Isagi then has to change his disconcerting face, to a warmer and tame one. "Well... Why do you say it's me?"
"You're running out of brain cells from overanalyzing loads of crap during the match?" Kaiser is so over this, he is in the process of turning away and giving Isagi only his back.
"I... I've exploited you and made you weak?" He says that in such a nonchalant yet bright tone like a little kindergartener.
"What-fucking-ever." The taller man ends the conversation by walking away.
"Then, what's the second weakness?"
Kaiser turns back again, facing the yap. "The fuck you're trying to squeeze me?"
"There are 3 of your weaknesses I wanted to know."
"Go to hell." Kaiser continues to fade.
"Hey, wait!" Isagi yells.
With Kaiser ignoring him, Isagi throws the ball at that blonde head.
That backstab is no question triggers the whole person to be back at him, almost running. In sync, Isagi reflexively runs away from him... And the two begin to play chase.
Isagi's sidekicks that gather at the far end of the field notice the commotion.
"What're those lovebirds doin'?" Raichi asks with eyes squinted.
"Don't know... And don't want to know." Hiori replies with a long sweat on his temple.
The boys pretend not to be watching KaiSagi too obviously, keeping their hands occupied with towel, laptop, or bottle. Kaiser manages to grab Isagi from behind, and the two stumble, rolling on the ground as they begin to wrestle each other.
"Should we help...?" Yukimiya asks with doubt.
"No." The gang says.
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Finis.