[Zelos's pov]
That day on the rooftop, me and Siony were finally not in each other's throats. Of course that didn't last long, we fought again during class at the field and we're not speaking.
I've cooled off since then, and my arms have mostly healed. No, I didn't hurt myself because of that bastard, I just have some wild fuckin' mood swings.
I don't give a fuck anyways, I don't want to speak with him, but now it's the day we're supposed to perform the project...fuck.
All the students from History class dressed up in the black acrobatic uniform in the changing room. This project wasn't even a short duel, it was also a performance. We were to perform in the field during free period, and there would be spectators from other classes watching from the giant glass windows on higher stories up there.
It was a bit nerve racking, I don't do well with audiences and I'm certainly an introvert.
I placed my belongings into a locker in the changing room then twisted the lock. After I took off my clothes and slipped on the uniform, I felt someone flick my ear.
"Hey Princess!! Heard your partner's Siony, good luck falling on your face." It was Claudius. He punched my back then watched me silently wince in pain, and laughed with his friends as they passed me.
With all the shit with me and Siony I almost forgot that shithead's also in my class. Claudius just assumes that me and Siony's choreography ends with him slamming my face in the dirt like I fucking agreed prior to it.
Holy fuck.
Every step I took onto the field pumped the circulating blood in my body faster. Me and Siony weren't duelling first, but we were after a few other pairs. Just the thought of fighting him again gave me adrenaline that I couldn't control.
We all watched the first few students perform their performances, and they were all pretty good. They all planned who was going to strike when, what kind of move they were gonna make, how they'd dodge the other, who loses...me and Siony didn't.
It's not like we're fuckin' improv-ing this shit though, we're not dumbasses. We planned out basic footing and kept the battleground space in mind, the moves for the first half of our fight are all pre-thought out.
What we originally came to a consensus with was that the fight is going to start out steady and constructed, but 'as the opponents keep going at it their moves start to get more aggressive and unpredictable', as written in our report.
Neither's going down for the other, and the fact that me and him are going to finally settle this extreme tension we have while dozens of students have their eyes on us is goddamn exciting. I can't deny it anymore.
Each round flew by so rapidly and before I realized it was already me and Siony's turn.
It's normal for me to not he able to feel a thing because of how drained I am but I woke up this morning feeling like I drank a cup of tea with five hundred teabags, I was pumped full of adrenaline. The first thought I had was I'm gonna kick Siony's ass today, I have to.
Fury, restlessness, and rush surged into my veins as my hands welded into fists and we both walked closer to each other on the very center of the field.
The field was marked with white chalk, tracing a giant circle all around to show the boundaries. In old acrobatic combat, an opponent is down if they cross the boundaries, surrender, or be held in a position where they have no choice but to yield.
I looked dead at Siony. He had his hair tied up, and he was wearing the black uniform again. It was the second time ever I've seen him in it, but how I saw him in it started to differ dramatically from how I saw him in it the first time.
I do fucking hate him, but that didn't change how he looked and I can't help it. I could see every shape, every curve of his body and holy hell it could've distracted me and made me lose if I wasn't so riled up to fight him more than I wanted to fuck him. I haven't had these kinds of thoughts about another guy in a really long time.
Our performance was getting dangerously close to the second half, where we planned to clash and bolt, repositioning our fight before the unpredictable begins.
I wasn't just watching his every move making sure all of it was according to plan, but I was watching him too. I noticed how his body was moving every rapid action he took, how his lips slightly parted when he breathed, and the sounds he would make when he threw a punch or kick at me. The way he's sweating, fuck... But that wasn't enough to bring me down.
Here it fucking goes. It's our window of pausing, the second half of the fight starts. Our gazes connected, showing both of our hunger for blood and formidable willpower to make the other bite the dust.
This is where Siony will see who I truly am. Throughout the fight, all our planned attacks...I wasn't trying very hard, no exaggeration. Siony is going to see how aggressive and monstrous I can fight like, I am going to go all out.
He thinks he's got me, but I know every acrobatic move there is in the book. I dodge all of his hits, and my movements start to get faster and more vigorous. Whatever he tries throwing at me, I block it. It's like the adrenaline rushing in me filled in the gap between our physical strengths.
Everything I've built up has come to this very move. I land a kick to Siony's throat and he falls, it was a direct hit on his airway which interrupted his breathing pattern.
I don't really remember what happened until the very end... He tried to fight me off, but I was too quick to respond. The audience was going crazy as I pinned him to the floor and twisted his arm and he couldn't move an inch.
When I get like this, all I can feel is the adrenaline and I completely stop thinking about what I'm doing.
There I was again, back in the locker room with the feeling of satisfaction that I won in one hand and the uniform I took off in the other hand.
I opened my changing room locker and took a sip from my water bottle, then I shifted over and peeked to the next row of lockers with the bottle still to my mouth.
I saw Siony with his back turned, he was in front of the mirror. He was still breathing heavily from the fight, I guess it was pretty intense.
Everyone had hit the showers already on the other side, and all we could hear was the loud but muffled sound of guys talking and water rushing.
He pulled off the black uniform and sighed, looking pretty exhausted. I finally saw what his skin looked like on the back side, I could see all the different muscles that moved each time he made a movement. His body was rough, probably from working out but his tan skin was so smooth and beautiful.
I approached him with my water still in hand, "you mad that I won?" I raised an eyebrow. His head turned to look at me but his body didn't.
"No, you won fair and square." Siony stated as he turned away from me and glanced at himself in the mirror. I continued to stare at him, and his eyes moved me in the mirror.
I was leaning against the locker, shirtless but I had a jacket with its zipper open on me. I wasn't sure if he was telling me how he really felt though, his voice was impressively emotionless.
"Why would I be mad?" He added. "Acrobatics is your specialty anyways." I walked up to the mirror and stood right beside him.
Something was off, Siony sounded different. He was quiet, he was giving me the cold shoulder. For some reason, I'm not supposed to give a shit but I didn't like it.
I swallowed. It's not like I'm that fucking oblivious I don't even know what happened last Friday was cause of me. Hell, these damn bandages I still have on my arms show how much I know it was my fault. I'm an adult, and if there's any maturity inside of me then I'm not a fucking pussy.
"Look....I..." my words slurred a bit. "Sorry about last week. I shouldn't have lost it." I had to practically choke it out, Siony could tell I struggle to give apologies.
We stared at each other for a long time before I broke the eye contact, I felt kind of awkward. His gaze was piercing like always, but I couldn't tell what the motherfucker was thinking. Like always.
"Are you gonna say something?" I voiced impatiently. Siony looked away, crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows like he didn't expect that apology. I gave him an annoyed look.
"Didn't expect that from you." he said. I grinned nervously but satisfied, and walked away fast before he could add a stupid comment after that.
I put my stuff away and took off the jacket. I was about to hit the shower, "you're one of the most interesting people I've ever fought." Siony was right in front of me next to my locker. "WOAH" I whispered loudly, almost bumping into him.
"Don't fucking sneak up like that." I grabbed my chest and exhaled. "So are you angry or not?" I asked again cause his response to my victory before was 'unclear'. "Fucking angry as hell." He said, smirking angrily of course.
My eyes lit up. I held my jacket in my hands while my back touched the metal on the side of the locker. "How angry is that?" I kept teasing him.
He put his hand on my neck then pushed me against the lockers and I felt my heart almost explode. It didn't take much movement because I was already against the lockers, but it affected me more than he'd ever know.
His forearm was pushing harshly against my chest. He was choking me and I fucking liked it. He gazed into my eyes threateningly, "you'll find out next time when I get my rematch." He said without a smile. Of course I didn't pay attention one bit, all I did was look down at his lips.
Dear god...if only Siony knew what I thought of him. I'd be a dead man. I chuckled quietly and almost couldn't contain myself as I watched him walk off to the showers. I was blushing, damn that guy is hot.
[Siony's pov]
I put shampoo on my hair and started washing it, I close my eyes as the bubbles mix with water and fall on my face.
What's the matter with me?! Ever since I met fucking blueberry I can't seem to get past him at all. Whatever I do I'm not satisfied, I keep going back for more. The first fight we had on the rooftop left me restless and starving to win against him.
After today's fight, I know I won't ever back down again. Zelos had a clear win against me, not only that but in front of everyone. To the audience it looked like a planned out choreography, but to the both of us it was anything but that. We put all our passion, energy and strength into that fight.
It isn't that I'm incapable of beating him, no... there's something different about Zelos. It's like we're equally matched in battle, but I just can't win over him for some reason. His apology made me less mad but I'm still fucking pissed.
Something else that's been screwing with me is Zelos always wears bandages. He slowly stopped and started wearing gloves, but when we got back to school on Monday, he was wearing bandages again.
Zelos is always tired and drained, he might be depressed. It has crossed my mind once or twice but does he harm himself...? Is he wearing those bandages again because of that fight we had?! I know I said some really hurtful things but I didn't think he gave a shit what I thought...
Maybe I'm overthinking this. After all, everyday I find something new to feel guilty about.