"Pass it to me Isagi!" The game was underway once again with the white trio in possession, "How should we attack?" the blue-eyed teen asked. "Ugh, if our passes aren't getting through to Nagi. I'll slice through them myself. Do you think you can stop me Akira?" Bachira ran at the golden-eyed boy who watched, lips curled in a slight smile before running to meet him in the middle.

The dual-coloured teen twisted past comfortably, but only because Akira let him. In what seemed like a blink of an eye the bronzed teen was now in front of him stopping the teen in a one-on-one, snatching the ball with ease before turning to run towards the goal, with no one fast enough to keep up with him. The last line of defence before the curly-haired boy could shoot was Isagi, who was rather easy to pass as Akira out-manoeuvred him while also being quicker stronger and more technical than the blue-eyed teen, brushing him off before striking the ball towards the goal.

Team Red 3 - 1 Team White

"três já foram, faltam mais dois" Akira mumbled before returning to his teammates. "Very glam Akira, well done." Aryu congratulated petting his hair gently as a reward for scoring, "Let's hurry up and restart already" Rin interrupted eager to finish the game off pronto. But unfortunately for the leading trio, they couldn't resume until their opposition team's talk had concluded.

"Wow still talking huh? must be strategising," Aryu said as they stood watching the white trio, who were still huddled in discussion. "vem alguma coisa..." Akira mumbled before looking at his teammates "Block Nagi" the curly-haired boy said his eyes never wavering from the adversaries. "Why he hasn't done much" his long-haired companion said looking at the bronzed boy in slight confusion.

"Trust me, meu amigo. Block him, me block Bachira okay?" and with that the game was underway, and Akira could tell what they were doing using a triangle formation to try and chip away at them as a way to get around the man marking. This was a rather smart tactic as the white trio pinged the ball back and forth leaving no chance of getting the ball. "Aryu!" the curly-haired teen yelled, "Don't worry Akira, I'll stop them glam style"

With that Isagi made a run towards the goal but Rin was one step ahead, "What a half baked link up play, everything you see with those eyes is" With the blue-eyed teen now blocked off, the white team got desperate and with well waited pass from Bachira, Nagi was somehow past Aryu and scored.

Team Red 3 - 2 Team White

Now at the moment, Akira was far from panicked, this was all part of the plan to lure them into a false sense of security before snapping them back into reality. 'Deus, se você pode me ouvir, pode me dizer do que diabos eles estão falando agora??' he thought as the whites, much to his dismay once again began to talk among themselves. "Having another chat on the battlefield? Here I thought you might have learned something, guess not." Rin interrupted striking the ball towards the goal, attempting to score from the halfway line like he had done before. "For me, every moment out here is a matter of life and death"

"Well crap," Nagi said "Vamos!" Akira exclaimed as they watched the ball curl into the corner, as all expecting it to hit the back of the net. But this time Isagi read the play perfectly and blocked the shot leaving everyone (mostly Rin) shocked and hitting the ball out of play. "Isagi!"

"I can see what you see, you realise what that means. If I'm mediocre, so are you Itoshi Rin." The tension on the pitch was palpable, as the pressure was amped up to atmospheric levels. With Rin walking to take the corner they had won from the ball being pushed out of play, Akira couldn't help but get excited. "tensões aumentando"

The whistle sounded, and the bronzed teen was marked by Bachira. Who took a very hands-on approach to marking him, holding his shirt in a death grip and two inches away from being caged in between his arms. Akira had little hope of getting the ball, so he left it to his teammates to figure it out. But much to his surprise instead of passing to anyone Rin decided to shoot from the corner with a masterful curled kick, leaving no one on either team any chance of poaching the goal or stopping it.

Team Red 4 - 2 Team White

"isso foi incrível! great job Rin" Akira said running over to his teammate, unable to contain his excitement at such a goal. "Whatever," the Itoshi said brushing the golden-eyed teen off, though he wouldn't deny himself that deep inside he felt good about the praise and silently enjoyed all the envious stares he received. It made him feel superior, which he was.

"If they score one more goal, then it's over. Which is crap." Bachira silently fumed that they had conceded once again, "We can't let that happen, meaning we are gonna make three more" Nagi said determined with one objective in mind, to steal Akira from their undeserving opposition. "Yeah, time to counter" Isagi agreed, the time for holding back is gone. It's all or nothing.

The game resumed and the white trio once again relied on their tried and true triangle method attempting to find a way through on goal, but to no avail, Isagi looked to change that as quickly as possible. "How long you gonna pass the ball around for, pathetic and you call yourself a striker? Come on the games already over." Rin's words seemed to rattle the blue-eyed boy as he attempted to run into the open space behind him, but the younger Itoshi just followed him marking every inch of space.

"Bachira!" With that, the ball went flying and Isagi went running, thinking he had found a way through but that was quickly turned upside down. "did you spot an open space? If you bothered picking up a book on how the human eye works you might have actually learned something, you garbage" Rin was in fact in front of him, not behind leaving the blue-eyed teen block from the ball which was snatched off him like candy from a baby.

But before Rin could advance with the ball, Akira stepped in and took it from him. "Você está demorando muito, vamos acabar com isso agora!" He yelled eyes wide and pupils dilated from excitement. "Bachira! Nagi! Don't let him score!" the curly-haired teen heard Isagi scream as he realised his mistake, he hadn't been in control of the pitch this entire game. Akira and Rin had, by allowing his team to gain that second goal, lured them into a false sense of security. Which they now looked to shatter.

Weaving through both Bachira and Nagi with ease, the bronzed teen now ran at the keeper one-on-one with no sign of stopping putting all the power he had into the shot. Which ripped the net, a fitting climax to end the game on.

Team Red 5 - 2 Team White

"The match is complete, the results of the three-on-three battle are team red wins five to two." With the game now being done there was now the difficult decision of who from the rival team the victors were going to steal, which Akira was not looking forward to doing. They were all his friends and the last thing he wanted to do was upset any of them, but he had to remove all feelings while making this decision as this wasn't about friendship but about who would fit best in their team and help them advance.

"Now it's a question of which of these plebs we should pick," Aryu said twirling a strand of his hair mindlessly, "I don't care, it won't make any difference," Rin said disinterested in the whole ordeal. "What do you think Akira, you seem to know these guys well enough?" the glam teen asked turning to his teammate, who he noticed shared a close bond with the freshly defeated.

"Him meu amigo, he a good fit no?" the curly-haired teen said pointing to the person in question, silently hoping the others wouldn't be mad at him for not picking them. "oh~ what a coincidence I was also about to say I want him" With the two in agreement they turned to face their vanquished foes.

"we want you Bachira Meguru"

"Vamos, meu amigo. You good fit no?"

"True, my glamorous goals need assistance. You see the field a catwalk for me, be my stage hand"

"If the two of you are finished talking, let's get moving. Don't go dozing off bobcut, from now on your future is in my hands"

With that two of the three red trio members walked towards the door, with Akira hanging back to wait for Bachira so they could walk together. "Oh man, and here I was planning to be on Isagi's team right to the end. Guess I'll go, that's the rule. But just to be clear, I'm not going to wait for you Isagi. If you do want me or Akira, win us back." with that Bachira laced his hands with Akira and walked towards the door, paying no mind to the jealous stares and focused on what was before them.

The walk through the corridor to their new room was quiet, Neither of the two spoke a word their hands still firmly intertwined. "I glad we chose you Bachira" Akira's words were a surprise, as the dual-coloured teen's cheeks flushed slightly. Thank god for the dark hallway, "Yeah me too I'm bummed out about not being on Isagi's team till the very end but I'm so happy I'm here with you. My monsters are happy too."

The two arrived in their new room where their teammates were already claiming their beds leaving the last two, which just so happened to be next to each other. "I'm going to take a bath kay?" Akira nodded as he was now left alone with his teammates, walking to his bed of choice he was granted two seconds of peace before being interrupted.

"You stole my goal" The voice of Rin Itoshi was harsh like jagged rock, eyes narrowed like a hawk circling his prey as he sat freshly showered drying his hair on his bed. Now in normal circumstances, Ito Akira would have been apologetic, but at this moment in time, he was anything from it unsure if it was the tiredness from the match or just a lack of care.

"You take to long, quando no campo de batalha deve-se acabar com o inimigo rapidamente, não?" the air was tense as teal and golden eyes clashed in a silent fight for dominance with neither willing to back down. "Speaking portugues how glam" Aryu said in an attempt to de-escalate the situation, but no one budged an inch.

"Do that again we are going to have problems"

"well meu amigo, be fast next time yeah?"

"Ah~ what a refreshing bath" and then in walks a naked Bachira Meguru with nothing but a towel around his neck, pausing the argument as the trio yelled at him to put some clothes on. "What? I'm just returning to the state I was first born in, what's so wrong with that?"