Sato grabbed Isanaâ€™s hand when they began moving into the auditorium to keep them from being separated. He pulled her close to him, maybe even a little too close, but hell there were too many people around and he was not going to be separated from the only person he knew. He looked at her sure to see something akin to anger, but the thought of actually having someone close to him made him genuinely smile at him, something he hadnâ€™t done in a long time.<br/><br/><br/>He leaned a little closer to her so that she could here him. â€œCome onâ€ he said as he started pushing through the people making sure she was close to him. He was starting to get claustrophobic being surrounded by so many people and wanted to get through them as fast as he could.<br/><br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/>Hiro could care less what his team thought about him. This was more then just a little school competition for him. This meant getting back at his brother for all the years of hurt and pain that he caused him.<br/><br/>It wasnâ€™t fair that Satoâ€™s father took him away, and left him here. That Sato left him here willingly. That he had to grow up without a mother or father, while Sato got everything he wanted from his father. He didnâ€™t have his brother to help him through his motherâ€™s death, while Sato had a father to suffer with.<br/><br/>He felt his anger rising and closed his eyes to relax. He wouldnâ€™t think about this now. Now he would go see what exactly this competition was about. He clenched his fists to ease his nerves and pushed his way through the crowd.