#noisly

Sly blended into the crowd with his hood up, spectating fights after fights. He watched the new kid take down another sap in Rhyme. Sly didn’t consider his other opponent to be challenging either. He could’ve easily taken that guy down in seconds. However, his mission was to observe the new kid and he had to say that the new kid being undefeated wasn’t going by with just luck.

The kid was definitely calculating. He played his card right and strategize very well. It was like he knew his opponent beforehand and utilize their weaknesses. Just like Sly. The thing that impressed Sly the most was how the kid kept going into a ton of fights in a row without being exhausted or in pain. Sly chalked it up to the kid either putting up a tough front or was a good actor. Either way, it made him more determined to destroy him.

After the fight was done, there were no more challengers. The kid was probably calling it quits for the night. Sly would let him have that choice. Once the crowd dispersed, the kid was walking alone in an alleyway. Sly trailed behind him.

“Hey,” Sly called him out. The kid turned, expressionless.

“What?” His voice was a lot deeper than Sly expected.

“Fight me,” Sly said. There were no need for small pleasantries; he just wanted to skip to the good part - the game.

“Why should I?” Sly wasn’t sure if the kid was playing the game right, but it irked him that the kid was already acting too cocky.

Sly pulled off his hood. He was pretty sure that his reputation should have fallen to this kid’s ears sooner or later. Not that he cared about that sort of thing. He hoped it was enough to insinuate a challenge. Two undefeated champions get to battle each other to see who was the ultimate winner sounded tempting to anybody.

“Cause I said so.” The kid wasn’t moving nor did his expression changed. “Scared I’ll beat you?”

“No.”

“Then fight me.”

“I meant no as in I’m not going to fight you.”

Sly scoffed. “No? Don’t you know who I am?”

“Sly Blue,” the kid answered in a heartbeat, “Real name: Aoba Seragaki. 175 centimeters. Birthday: April 22. Blood type: A. Undefeated Rhyme player.”

Sly grimaced. “Are you some kind of stalker?”

“I’m not a stalker. I’m an information broker. I know basic things about you, but the one thing I still don’t know is how you beat your opponents.” Sly was slowly starting to get it. This kid had been watching him too. “If I can find that out, then maybe I’ll fight you.”

Sly furrowed his eyebrows. “Maybe?” He repeated back.

“If you’re worth my time.”

Cheeky brat. The haughty attitude of this kid was really annoying him.

“Who do you think you are?” Sly shot back.

The kid glanced at him and then looked up into the sky like he was contemplating an answer. Sly thought he had the brat pegged, finally tripping him up.

“Noiz,” the kid said.

The answer was something Sly wasn’t expecting. “What?”

“That’s who I am.” Sly didn’t care about his name until the kid threw him a smirk. “I’m you but better.”

Sly’s eyes widened. The kid - Noiz - started to walk away. Instead of an explosion of fury or string of curse words thrown at Noiz’s way, Sly mirrored his expression with a shit-eating grin of his own.

I’m gonna destroy him.