The promise I made

[Yami]

When all of us Captains agreed to let fate decide our new recruits, I felt confident that whoever chose me would be strong-minded and persistent. I also decided that the opponent I picked for them would be the same way, but just to make things more fun, I wanted them to piss each other off. I was right about Maizey, but...

At least Adam pisses Maizey off, right?

I didn't know what to think of either of them, but what I did know was that Maizey was one hell of a soldier. I knew that as soon as she started fighting. She was mentally on a different level than the other contestants. She had something to fight for. Someone to fight for. I also knew that something about a women who didn't like being told what do made my cock twitch and ache terribly. For example: 

"You're not my Captain. They haven't chosen who they're interested in yet." She says, crossing her arms. A smile tugs at one side of my mouth. "Not just the competitions have changed this year, small fry. Whoever you picked to fight is your Captain. Makes things easy and fair, and Captains don't have the chance to argue if their first pick chooses someone else." 

Maizey bites her lip. "And Adam?" She says disappointedly. "Your new squad-mate. You should be happy. My crew'll most likely target him more than you." Maizey shakes her head, her long brown hair sticking to her face. She looks up at me, her green eyes staring daggers into me. "I was supposed to be in the Blue Rose Squad. That was my plan." She paces. "Now I have to re-strategize. The Black Bulls are notorious for their lack of efficiency." 

"Rude," I interject. She glances at me, then before she can say anything, Adam walks in. "Took forever to get that water, but I found some snacks on the way. This colosseum is a maze! How do you guys do this every year?" He asks, sitting the water down. Maizey stares at him. The kid honestly wasn't that bad. He had red wavy hair a decent build. His eyes were bright green and he had a scar above his left eyebrow. "What?" He asks, sensing the tension. "Look, I didn't mean to take that long, okay? My head feels a little fuzzy from that 'fire punch' or whatever."

"Fire fist." 

"It sounds dumb either way." 

The two argue for what seems like hours but is really about five minutes. "Alright, you two," I say. "shut up. We need to head back to the base. Adam, go get Finral and Asta so we can hightail it outta here."