TW: Blood/Injury
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~Lil oneshot~
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āI won,ā One thought aloud, cutting through the clattering of his sword hitting the bathroom floor.
Was it enough?
āNo. No, I won. Fair and square, plain and simple. In the end, it was my name they were screaming.ā
He steadied himself as best he could, blinking hard until his reflection came into focus. Red. His pretty face and sorry ass had definitely seen better days. One could feel his palms grow numb, leaning his weight up against the counter before he felt steady enough to run the water and plug up the sink. The water ran, the sound echoing around him as he stood still. It wasnāt enough to drown out all those circling thoughts still leaving their mark on Oneās mind.
āItās just a little mess,ā One breathed out, āThatās all.ā
This wasnāt even a setback, no. This was, without a single doubt, a win. My win, he thought, his eyes still glazed over as his reflection stared back at him. The room spun a little, a black eye and a whole lot of-
No.
A small flicker of blue was enough to shake that thought away. Focus. This was the last fight of the weekend. And One would have all week to heal up and train for next time. A better next time. It wouldnāt happen again. Thatās what he told himself as he felt his fingertips being submerged beneath the surface of the rising water. He fought for the focus to turn off the water. That was too closeā¦too close for comfort.
What am I doing again?
Rinse and repeat. Thatās all there was at this washed-up hotel. YÅkai that think theyāre kings and queens by taking on that damn spiderās champion. That, and all the freaks getting a kick out of betting on and watching whoeverās next in the ring. Big Mamaās championā¦
I bet I could take him out.
The thought echoed in his head. It washed away all the red and filled his chest withā¦something else. He pushed down the faintest flutter building in his guts, looking down as he watched all that red just drain away like it was never there. He was unfocused then, not even an hour ago now. Oneās face still stung with near defeat. His feet shifted beneath him as he breathed out a low growl, the sound fading into the abyss.
I win.
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