Fanatic - A person marked or motivated by an extreme, unreasoning enthusiasm, as for a cause

Prologue

The hidden girl swiped at a lock of dark brown hair, which obscured her view for a couple of seconds. Internally, she berated the weather. It had been windy and raining for the past couple of days, making her usually daily trips here delayed. However, this morning she had told herself that she was definitely not going to miss another session regardless of the weather. They never did, why should she?

    'I suppose I can't moan.' The dark featured girl thought to herself. After all, the rain had held off and the wind wasn't really bothering her. Besides, it was all worth it in the end. As usual, it was her two favourites, the real heroes, who were fighting today. She knew each of their moves off by heart, even if she didn't know what each owner called them. She could often tell which move was going to be executed a couple of milli-seconds before it occurred. She liked her 'talents', as she referred to them as. It made her feel like a true fan.

   A soft sigh escaped her full lips as the two fighters broke a sweat, muscles rippling underneath the thin fabric each wore. Not only were the two the real heroes of the group, but they were definitely the most attractive as well. Running a hand through her long hair, the girl shook her head slightly. Those two weren't just her favourites for their looks. No, that would be shallow. Each had equally endearing personalities, yet they were equally as different. The dark haired girl supposed it was because, combined, the two would make the perfect man in every way. In her eyes they were best when they were fighting, whether it was physically or verbally. They were like two halves and, although they were her favourites from the group, there was no way that she could choose a favourite between them.

She was too much of a fanatic to do that.