The Turf War

3rd Person, Nobody's POV

They had all seen the slip up. It wasn't a big deal, but it still freaked out the other teammates. They rushed to his side, checking him, he said he was okay, over and over to them.

"Just leave him alone! We need to finish this turf war!" Vintage tried to tell the opposing team.

"Not until we know everything's alright!" Diver snapped back, he had enough with Vintage. Sure, Vintage was angry from the previous set of events with Emperor, but, he couldn't just go around treating everyone else like this because of his mistake!

"Enough, enough," Straw said, crouching down beside the two boys. "You two okay?" She asks them. One nods, the other doesn't reply to her.

It was a bad fall, he tripped, he was a natural klutz. They called a time-out to check it out.

"Shoot...m-my bad..." Aloha muttered, glancing down at his knee. He had scraped it pretty bad, but, no broken bones, was something new for him. "A-Are you okay?" He asks his boyfriend, Army. Who had been pulled down with him. It was kind of Vintage's fault, but he wasn't going to say it aloud.

What happened? That's a good question!

Well...

It was quite simple, Aloha and Army were good at coordinating attacks together, they knew almost everything about each other, so of course they knew what to do, without having to communicate. It was a given. Their teammates even knew each other so well to the point they needed barely any communication with anyone. That gave them the upper-hand, but, when Vintage disappeared behind a wall, Aloha went after him, Vintage was almost downed.

So, Army had followed his klutz boyfriend, who slipped on ink, which Vintage had in-fact layered it so Aloha would fall, but who needed to know that? He certainly wasn't owning up to it. He knew his team would lose, he had a rank to uphold, he wouldn't let Aloha or Army get in the way. Aloha had slipped, and scraped his knee. Army had went down the ramp, carefully, it was more of a "hill" but concrete. It wasn't tall or dangerous, but, if you tripped or slipped you could get hurt. It wouldn't kill you or break anything but it's still concrete.

Army hadn't fallen, he had just tripped over Aloha, he was fine though. He sat up and looked at Aloha, whom was looking down at his knee, blood covered his knee but he smiled and said, "That was on me, I'm still a klutz." He looked down at his wound, "It's been too long, huh, Karma?" He muttered. Army snickered.

That was what happened, so Diver had called time-out and the ref allowed it, having seen what happened. So, now they all were there, waiting to see.

"You sure you're okay?" Army asked once more. Aloha nodded, flinching when Army touched the rag to the small wound.

"That stings. But, yes, I'm fine." Aloha insisted. "I promise, I just slipped..." His voice trailed off, as if he was thinking about something.

"Slipped? On what? Ink?" Octo asks, confused a little. Ink was really slippery, not their ink at least, I mean if there was a lot of ink then yes, but, not usually. She frowned a bit, turning to look at Vintage, who had almost ran out of ink.

She whispers to her friend, Diver, "Hey, I think Vintage was the one they were chasing?" Diver nods to her, listening intently. "I think he had something to do with this."

"Why?" Diver asks.

"He's almost out of ink. Not to mention he's been in a pretty bad mood lately." She shrugs, admitting the truth. It was a fact, his mood had been pretty bad so far.

Diver looks at Vintage's ink, it was in fact, the same color of Vintage's team. "You might be right." He tells his friend who nods.

"I know I am." She cockily says, smirking. Diver sighs, shaking his head at her. She snickers slightly, playfully.

"Vintage! Hey! You were being chased by Aloha and Army, right?" Diver asks, walking up to Vintage who had been previously arguing with Emperor.

"Yeah, why?" He asks. "Are you accusing me of something?" He asks.

"I never said that, you did." Diver swiftly answers.

"No, I asked if you were because I had nothing to do with him slipping on ink." Vintage admits, turning away from him back to glare at Emperor.

"Nobody said he slipped on ink." Diver pointed out.

"A-Ah...w-well isn't it obvious?" Vintage growled at Diver. "Now go away, I don't have time to answer your stupid questions."

"But, you have time to argue with him?" Diver asks, pointing at Emperor.

"That's not-" Vintage cut himself off. "Go away." He repeats, walking away from Diver.

Diver gives up, shrugging at Octoglasses who sighs, and calls time-in once more. They continued the turf war, battling with everything they had.

Aloha tried to stay in the back, he was not chasing Vintage anymore. Army stayed with him. Octo and Straw got in everyone's face, causing panic. Diver got them from behind with Forge. White and Blue's job was to get them from the sides, it was a perfectly coordinated attack, because, the enemy team could never find any of them after they re-spawned unless they were attacking. It was as if Team Orange-Pink could just disappear within a blink of the eye, into thin air. Not to be found again until they wished to be found. It was impressive, to say the least.

But, of course, it ended. It was a very close call.

"Team Orange-Pink VS Team X-Emperor and Team Joy is finished!" The announcer yelled, calling out to everyone. The turf war was over.

Although nobody would admit it, they were all relieved it was over, the match wasn't pleasant to say the least. Vintage kept getting on Emperor's nerves, leaving Prince to break them up or something even Omega to break them up. Both of them found it either uncomfortable or annoying. Then, with Aloha's small injury he tried to keep on his feet, but he still needed some of Army's help. It was a painful match, both emotionally and physically.

"The percentage has been counted up...it's 52.8% for Team..." The announcer let their voice trial off, building suspense up for the crowd, who's tension was so tight, it was almost as if you could feel it in the air itself. "Team...Orange-pink! Meaning our winning for this round is, Team Orange-Pink! Congratulations! It was a very tight and close game!"

The crowd cheered, loudly for the winning team. "However, due to such a close game, both teams will be moving on!" The announcer said, telling everyone about the great news. Everyone then cheered, but, not the players.

They kept quiet, smiling or giving each other thumbs-up. Never a full on cheer. Maybe it was due to said tension that they didn't do such a thing.

After that match, Aloha and Army went to Aloha's place, to hang out for a little bit. They would find out their ranks later. They probably would be keeping the ranks they've had for a while now. It was no news to them. It was very unlikely that they were to move up in a rank.

Army POV

I followed Aloha inside of his house, closing the door behind us both. He was quiet as he went into the living room. "Is something wrong?" I asked him, following him into the quiet room.

"Nope~" He chirps, clearly lying. I don't bring it up again.

"Hey, Aloha? You know...I think we should do something this weekend...how about...we go hang out or something?" I ask him.

He smiles at me, "Can we go-"

I cut him off, "-to a party? Yes," I finish for him. He cheers.

"Let's do it~!" He says, beaming at me. Any trace of sadness or of anything being bothersome to him was gone within a flash. I smiled slightly.

"Good..." I mutter. "But, for now, how about we just hang out here?"

"I'm down for that, too." He replies, snuggling up to me. I clicked on the TV, and we picked out something...Deadpool 2. He said he's only seen a bit of it, he fell asleep during it. I'd never seen the second movie, so we went with that.

It was surprisingly funny. Actually, I really liked the movie, and by the time it finished, it was time to meet up with our teams once more. But...well...not before-

Aloha POV

I pulled away from Army, smiling at him. He smiled back. I gave him another kiss on the cheek his time before we left the house, heading downtown. I bet our ranks will stay the same.

"Do you think they'll change?" Army asks, rhetorically.

"No," I answer anyway. He scoffs.

"I didn't think so."

"They don't usually change, but, hey I'm good with where I'm at, I don't really have a reason to become an X ranker. Seems like Vintage has it pretty bad not gonna lie~" I say, shrugging. Army snickers a little. "What?" I ask him.

"Nothing." He tells me. I glare playfully at him. He glares back. "It's nothing, really, come on. We'll be late, and I still don't like being late."

"I know, I know, let's go. Hey, I'll race you!" I say, running past him.

"That's not fair!"

"When am I ever fair?" I call back at him, running through the empty streets, towards the downtown plaza.

Army POV

When I had finally managed to catch up to Aloha, we were already downtown, of course, he was generally fast, but I didn't think he was that fast.

"Well, now we know who would die in a zombie apocalypse." Aloha jokes. I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, and now we know who would sacrifice someone else just to be able to run away. Cheater," I tell him.

"It's not cheating. It'd be cheating if I just ran and didn't tell you anything~!" He says, smiling at me. I glare at him, he laughs.