Media: Gingka Hagane (Figured I should put the main character of the series at some point)

"You little as-" I seethed, hovering dangerously above Timon's desk. He didn't seem very intimidated, however, despite the four-inch difference between us and the fact he was sitting down while I was standing.

"I don't see the problem, Rixen," he replied with a calmness that wanted to make me punch something or punch his desk or punch him.

Oh, yes- that sounded amazing. (See? Told you I'm not cool-headed.)

"That guy's a..." I was lost at words for a second. "Annoyance! Nu-"

I felt a firm grip on my arms, pulling me away from Timon's desk. "That's quite enough," Kato said, pushing me forcefully into a chair. I grasped the armrest of the chair tightly before relaxing a bit, but the stiffness was well visible in my shoulders.

"We're signing you both up for a tournament. Hopefully he'll be there. Once we get sighting of Tategami, we'll send you there."

I huffed, leaning back and crossing my arms over my chest. "Me? Partners with him? This is getting worse and worse..." I hissed. "And who the hell is 'we'?"

Timon just smiled again, this time even more eerier then the last. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled at the sight of it. God, could've I have gotten a freakier boss?

Kato exchanged glances with me, and let out a 'tch'. I decided not to respond to that, growling in the back of my throat (Don't do that, it hurts).

"You guys are leaving tomorrow morning," Timon went on. "Be there at the doorway at 5:15 at the latest."

"Yes, sir," I gritted my teeth as I forced the words out. What did he think Kato and I were, tools for him to play with?

Probably.

"You're dismissed," he waved a hand at us, and I rose from my chair, giving him one, last murderous look and followed Kato out the door.

OoO

I stared at the clock beside my bed, which blinked annoyingly at me.

1:17.

God, I haven't got an inch of sleep. Or second. Whatever. I had about four hours left until I had to go (three hours and 58 minutes, I believe, for you accurate people. I probably got that wrong. I'm tired) to leave for the tournament.

1:18.

I wasn't the best person to talk to when I'm tired. I need nine or ten hours or I'm either a swearing, snappy person till eight PM, or I'm a hyper-active person who seems to be powered by the sugar I never had.

I groaned out loud, dropping my head onto my pillow and turned away from the clock. I could see out the door into Shaun's room across me, his body sprawled over the wide bed. He always slept like a rock. Usually.

He had chronic-insomnia, and it's a freaking pain to get him in the morning.

Morning means two PM.

He was probably awake at the time, but I was really too lazy to get up and ask him to play cards or something.

Psh, nah, it's not like I do that at 1:15 in the morning. Never. I assure you.

Dammit.

I really didn't want to go tomorrow. Well, today. Maybe if I can get there early I can punch the living sleep out of Timon.

Smiling at the thought, I closed my eyes.

Ugh. Now he invaded my brain. I was going to have nightmares with his smiles.

I pursed my lips, considering the idea that just popped into my brain.

"I'm no tool, Timon Rehn," I whispered to myself, attempting to kick off the covers I had tangled myself in. "You can't control me."

I slipped off my bed, feeling the hardwood board beneath my bare feet and padded to Shaun's room.

"Psst. Shaun." I said in a hushed tone, and my brother turned his head to his side, his eyes obscured by his shaggy hair.

"What is it, Tess?" Even when he's drowsy, he can sound irritated. Work of human art, my brother. "Cards again?"

"Nahhh...binge-watching Netflix?"

I thought I saw a flash of a smile on his face as he dragged himself up into sitting position.

"Why not?"

A/N: Okay I'm sorry at the end I'm high on sugar

and yay double update

soogarrrrrrrr..

Maybe I should calm down.

HAHA UNA I'M GONNA BEAT YOU

Yeah um bye