"Holy shit! He won! He really won!"
Jimi was jumping up and down with feverish excitement. The rest were in definite shock, but soon clapped as both Jinu and Lull went over to help Jo. Jimi noicing last minute as he rushed to aid the champion.
"Thanks guys," Jo said with a rough and gassless voice.
"That was incredible, impecible even!"
Jimi continued the praise as the headed to the makeshift throne, built for winners.
Jo had a soft smile as his body felt like it was breaking.
"Hey what should we do about that guy?"
Jinu questioned.
"Don't worry, I called over the M.E.U. They should be here in a few minutes."
Yaffa answered.
"Huh... How were you so quick with that? I heard nottin."
"Fool, your yelps of nonsense was loud enough to clear out a hurricane. Any one with proper working hears would relize a bufoon like you wouldn't hear shit."
Yaffa retorted as Jimi's face crickled and creased, his eyes squinting with mild irritation.
"Haha, alright, seddle down you two. Let me get some quiet will ya."
All of them just stood, motionless as they let out borderline sighs. Then as if they were to watch another match, all of them brought themselves beck to their seated positions.
A swift gust wollowed in, kicking the ground's finely ground dirt. The clacking sheets of metal were heard as the trill of scraping and shaking trash heeps were pushed by the sudden winds.
Fifteen minutes passed by, Maah and Jo, walking out together as they held up one another till the medics brought out their stretchers.
***
Another week went by and rumour bustled around with how Jo obliterated Maah, and now he's the most powerful on the island. Most of the rumours followed similar trend. Those who've gained strong belief in the news given would be perturbed just by the mention of Jo who instead of slaughtering his opponent, he had rather visit him at the hospital.
"You look worse and it's only been a week."
A deep and sorrowed tone echoed hollowly in the silent room.
Lying on a white sheeted bed was an even whiter individual, he had the air of a ghost. If one's complexion could ever be translucent without death, then this would probably be the closest look one could get before taking the torch. His cheeks were sucken, his veins were thick and prominent across his frail bird legged arms. Tubes and machines that gave a soft white noise all hooked up to his body.
"We all die someday."
His voice was like punching air, completly lifeless.
"PLease don't say such..."
"Jo, did we not make a promise. I would've died either through battle or this. Seems both in a way. I've given you my will. SO bare it, also only read it once I'm dead of course.
"Why?"
"Have you seen anyone else best me in battle?"
"..."
"Still doesn't answer your question, eh?"
Maah shot a gleeming glare, brought about from the swaying curtins and the angelic light that creeped behind. Jo was direct in his expression, 'Why me?'
"Your strong, and I feel you can accomlish what I can't. Well anyway, don't worry, you can do it."
"Thank You," Jo replied sturnly as he tried to hold back his choked up expression. Whilst looking down at Jo, his eyes checking the floor.
"Why so formal, ain't we friends?"
"Ya."
***
One MOnth later, Joe Boy as turned fifteen.
In a dimly lit white room stood two individuals. On the left side of the laying white figure, was a semi-sided curled hair, silky silver suit wearing, and a strange eye having male. On the right stood a young man comparible to Maah's age. Their faces also had similar lined definition. His eyes were closed, effectivly giving strong notice of his rich and naturally well shaped lashes. His hair was pitch black and quite long, enough to reach mid-calf. He had it tied in a low tail, as his more mild caramel complexion contrasted deeply at the becoming corpse.
"The deal is deal. Now had it over."
The dark teen said furmitivly.
"Alright, calm right. Here ya go."
Hoyes tossed up a red box with gold engravings, and two finely preserved scrolls.
"Now can I take my part in the deal?"
"I don't care he's all yours. Right now I have no need for such abhorentries."
"What a cruel brother."
"Who needs a brother when I have a princess."
"Jealousy is a powerful deterent, even if it's for the one you love."
"Cut your stupid crap tree boy, or should I say great and grand tree senior."
"How is that a diss, your 'immortal' too."
"Hah, I'm nothing like you. Just keep away till we get the flower to bloom. That's when my yourthful eternity will come handy in play."
"I see. My goals, you fear them not."
"Why would I. Your plan is so conveluted. That I wonder, do you even want your plan to succeed?"
He said with a tight lipped smirk.
'He's annoying, but needed. I also can't kill him or 'they'll' know. That would be annoying.'
"Hah... Say what you wish, now goodbye for now, Antimah."
A crack in space formed as everything slowed down and a black void that could only be seen by the one side opened. Hoyes grabbed the now dead body and through him into the darkness. Hoyes then dug through his pockets as he slowly ripped out a 'perfect' replica of Maah's body, with dead vitals and all.
'It will turn to dust in a few hours.' "Guess I'll pin it on him. 'Future' is bright."
In the split milisecond that it all happened Hoyes had dissappeared with leaving a fake corpse and some small 'clues' around the room.
'Slimy Bastard,' Antimah remarked thoughtfully as he jumped out the window.