"You are a trash."
He spat out.
This man's name is Brandon DiMarco.
The best jungler - a man who is more familiar to us as "SaintVicious."
"You are a trash. Hotshot."
"What's this all again?"
Giving not even little bit of attention, Hotshot was clicking his mouse.
Hotshot laughed. It looks like he have heard some kind of joke on voice chat.
Saintvicious found a familiar ID, "Beccabear," from Hotshot's moniter and bit his lips.
"Are you playing with that bitch now?"
"Saint-"
"That bitch ruined you."
"..."
Hotshot took off his headset and turned on to Saintvicious.
"You are going too far."
"We LOST Hotshot. Don't you remember? YOU FUCKED UP! AND WE LOST! and what are you doing?"
"I am just taking a bre..."
Saintvicious took Hotshot's headset and threw it on the ground.
The headset broke, scattered in pieces. Hotshot looked up to Saintvicious.
"Saint."
"You are not the Hotshot I knew before."
Saintvicious snapped.
His voice was wet, forcing Hotshot to close his mouth.
"You were Hotshot. BEST SOLO TOP IN THE WORLD, KING OF NIDALEE, and what are you now?"
"I'm still the same."
"Shut the fuck up."
"..."
Hotshot turned his back to Saintvicious, for he couldn't withstand that burning glaze pouring on to him.
"Let's talk later. Becca is waiting."
"Becca! HA! BECCA! That bitch who ruined you!"
"Don't you EVER speak like that about Becca!"
Hotshot swung around and glared at Saintvicious. Hotshot's eye was full with rage.
Saintvicious mocked Hotshot, full of dysphemism.
"Haha, good. That bitch. What did she do to change you like this? Have you done with her from the back? You couldn't have used both side right? Can you borrow her to me?"
"You are insane!"
"Why? I just want friendship. Borrow that bitch to me. I have some plays in mind. Way of navy of course - and I am sure that bitch will like it."
Hotshot swung his fist. With that blow, Saintvicious was thrown on the floor.
"Son of a bitch."
Feeling the cold floor by his cheek, Saintvicious closed his eyes. He could hear the rough breath of Hotshot.
Two kept silence, Hotshot bracing his fist, Saintvicious his cheek.
At last, Saintvicious whispered.
"I can no more enjoy playing with you."
"Well then, fuck off."
"...Okay."
Saintvicious answered.
Hotshot closed his mouth.
Saintvicious spoke quietly, with his eyes closed.
"Okay. I think that would be the best."
"Saint...!"
"Hotshot."
Saintvicious stood up.
His body, worked up by Navy training, now looks smaller than Hotshot.
Hotshot found sincerity from swaying eye of Saintvicious.
"It was fun to be with you, Hotshot."
Hotshot yelled at him.
"Are you telling me that you are leavi..."
"NO."
Saintvicious interrupted.
"I am not leaving this team, Hotshot."
Right before the sun sets, the twilight shine its red light over the world.
The sunset over the horizen dyed Saintvicious with red.
His wet eye, colored by twilight, was something Hotshot could hardly bear.
"It is you, and your lack of dicretion, is driving me out."
The news of Saintvicious kicked out from CLG NA was spread out.
Two kinds of criticism, over Saintvicious and Hotshot, flooded the forums.
Hotshot was thinking, sitting alone in the dark pratice room.
Jungler and top solo. They sometimes need intimate bond like bottom duo.
The kills and death Hotshot had with Saintvicious passed through his eyes.
CLG NA without Saintvicious, was filled with silence.
"What happened?"
Hotshot whispered to the air, burying his face to his hands.
Saintvicious is gone. I can no longer play this game.
What should I do? Nidalee? Cho'gath? Can I ever win?
"What have I done?"
Hotshot thought in the dark.
He agonized, regretted, and thought again and again.
After Saintvicious left, he's eyes caught the real situation of CLG NA.
It was falling, sinking.
Because of me.
Regret and remorse. Self-condemtion and guiltiness.
After an endless regrets, only one thing was clear.
Saintvicious. A name of man who left.
Hotshot broke down.
Tears lead to tears, and he kept crying.
After a while, when he calmed down,
he realized Bigfat was next to him.
Hiding his tears, he looked into Bigfat's deep, deep eyes and spoke.
"I am going jungle."
"..."
"I... will be the jungler."
Bigfat, without making any voice, asked "Why?"
"I have to,,, meet him again."
Bigfat laughed silently.
Like before, not making any voiced, said "Okay."
At the Team Curse, Saintvicious heard the news of CLG NA.
Recruit of Voyboy.
Entry to Korean Tournament.
Team reform.
And, Hotshot's jungle.
Sainvicious laughed timidly.
"Hey SV, Hotshot, the troll of your ex-team is going jungle now!"
Elementz, his new teammate, chuckled.
"He seems to have underestimate junglers! What do you think SV?
"Well, I am looking on to it."
"HAHA! How long it will take for Hotshot to jungle properly? CLG NA is done now."
"Really?"
After a while, Saintvicious asked Elementz.
"Do you know what I learnt in the Navy?
"What did you learn?"
"Patience." Saintvicious laughed.
World's best jungler, "Saintvicious."
His battleground is jungle.
It is bloody ground.
Packs of monsters, enemy junglers in the bush, show their fangs upon him.
It is the homeland of warriors, fighting all year.
I will be waiting there.
I will be waiting you.
Slowly... It is okay for you to come slowly.
For I have lots of patience. Hotshot.