Disclaimer: I do not own any characters represented in this story (besides the female lead). The characters and some terminology are owned by Capcom.

Intro to me and the Main Characters: One of the main characters in this story is from Street Fighter. The other main character is a fictional person that I made up. I am not sure how long the story will take to tell but I hope you enjoy it. This story is about a girl who wants to learn how to harness her Ki into physical energy. There will be a little tiny bit of humor, some blood, and more than likely some romance.

I tried my best to make time and terminology correct, but there are still many things that I made up on my own, so, if anything seems out of place in attitude, time, or location, compared to the characters represented in games, movies or manga, it was done on purpose. I will always take constructive criticism (spelling and grammar, possible plot holes, places were there could be more plot), but please don't insult me and my work. And thank you for taking the time to read my story. This is my very first fanfic.

Chapter 1

As far back as I can remember I have been studying some type of Martial Arts. My father started me early, around 3 years old. He was a san-dan black belt in Shorinji Kempo, a master in Muay Thai, and a black belt (American Grading) in Aikido. I used to tell him he could kick Chuck Norris's ass… this of course before good ol' Chuck was insanely popular, and didn't have 5 million "Chuck Norris Jokes." He taught me Aikido first, because of its mental awareness, and focus on Ki. Later I learned other styles, not only from him, but other Sensei as well, but I did best with Aikido.

My name is Renee. I am an American, and I formally lived in the city of Los Angeles, California. I am 25 years old. To give you a visual, I am tall, with most of my height from my long legs (about 5'10), my eyes are green with brown speckles, and long blonde hair that is usually pulled back in tight braid. On the rare occasion I let my hair down, it glows in the sunshine, and has waves like the ocean. I think my nose is too small for my face, but my lips are even, not too full, not too thin. My eyebrows arch high but are not bushy. I don't do anything to "improve" my face. I don't pluck, I don't wear makeup, and I don't shape anything to look more appealing. Even so, I have been told I am a beautiful girl and I have a beautiful body. With the years in training, I am very athletically toned, and since I tend to use each of my limbs equally, I have a good proportion when it comes to my arms and legs. Some guys are intimidated if they see I have a nicer 6 pack than they do though.

I am my fathers only daughter, his only offspring. My mother died when I was born. My father passed on a few years ago. I loved my father with everything that I am.

I am sure I will tell you more about my past at some point, but right now I want to tell you what I am doing at this moment and why. You see, I have been traveling in various places, mostly Japan, for 3 years now, and this entire time, I have been stalking a man. I am fascinated by him. His fighting style is unique. He manipulates Ki into such a form that not only can I sense it, but I can see it. I see it as blue fire, or a whirling ball of blue energy. This man is very powerful, and its power that I seek from him. I want to learn his form, his technique. I have been practicing and mimicking his moves from afar. I can only get so far this way. It will soon be time that I need him to teach me.

I have watched him over the years fight many opponents. I have seen him win, and I have seen him lose. He has been in countless tournaments, street fights, and back ally brawls. He never stays at any one place for more than a few days. He never uses his winnings for anything but nourishment, or new clothing if his gi gets too torn up. I rarely see him wear shoes, and he always, ALWAYS walks everywhere. He stays outside rather than in, but does stay at an Inn when the weather is particularly harsh. He wanders from town to town, city to city, never taking the main road, but always going through forests. I have an attunement to him now. I have seen him use his Ki so much that I recognize its signature. Even if he is miles ahead of me, I can zero in on his Ki, and find him. Sometimes I think he knows I am there…

How did I learn of this man, you ask? It's pretty unbelievable actually. Shortly after my fathers death, I started having dreams. The first few nights, I saw my father, glowing in a bright yellow aura, and a voice that didn't sound like him telling me "You must learn," After a few days of this same dream, I started seeing different people, and different places. The setting is different every time, but the only thing that is common in these dreams is him, the man in the white gi.

I see him in the past, as a child, learning his abilities from his Sensei. I seem him spar with what seems to be his only friend, a man in a red gi with blonde hair. I see him grow in size and in power. I saw him fight a man almost two times as big as him, defeating him with a dark flame, scarring this man for the rest of his life. Then I see him as what I now know is the present day, wandering, alone, a vagabond, sometimes years before he visits the same place again. I see him visit the temple he trained at, his friend there at the same time. They fight, as a memorial to their fallen Sensei. A confrontation with a dark man, with a dark aura, vibrating an almost black electricity from his body. Finally, I dreamed what I could only see as a possible future. My own pain and suffering in his presence. Sometimes the pain was caused by him, sometimes caused by a man I have yet to see, with a beautiful face. The man in white is always present when I am in pain. The last dream I had was on a dark plain, almost plateau like, with a man, also with a dark aura, and that familiar voice telling me I must learn.

I had these dreams for months. They were daily, in a day dream, or nightly in a nightmare. When I closed my eyes and dozed off, I saw something new. I can't possibly recount all of them to you. Those mentioned are only the most important ones. I knew these people had to be real, and the style, the technique and the beauty of the moves to manipulate the energy, this knowledge had to be obtainable. And the dark man told me I must learn.

Because my father was present in the beginning of these dreams, I took it as a sign that this was my path to take. The presence in my mind knew when I had the resolution to sell everything I own and move to Japan. Even though it would take weeks to get my house sold, or my possessions either sold or given away to dear friends, the dreams stopped the day I decided I needed to go find this man, and learn. The voice knew I was coming, and had no other reason to give me these dreams, these visions of a possible future. I am sure if at any point I wavered on my decision, the dreams would come back.

Most of my money would be donated to my favorite local dojos and studios where I learned most of my fighting skills. I took what I could with me to get exchanged. Basically enough for food and drink. A roof over my head for a few months. I figured I would hardly have the ability to withdraw from a bank, due to many villages not having banks near. I had to keep my money on me, and hope I could stretch it as long as possible, until I could find some way to earn more. It seemed common for street fights looking for new challengers to pay the winners. I knew this was how he mostly survived. I understood that this was how I will survive.

When I got to Japan, I purchased a comfortable hikers backpack. Since the dreams told me he slept outside often, I purchased a small bed roll. My current wardrobe of jeans and a t-shirt were not going to be flexible enough for training. I purchased a few pair of flexible, but tight fitting yoga pants, a pair of soft sole kickboxing shoes, and a few tight fitting tank tops with built in sports bra. They were all blue in color, save the shoes, they were black.

I visited small towns and cities first, to see if I could see a place I saw in my dreams. Every time I found a place I recognized, I asked about the man in white. I seemed to be able to get good information out of street thugs, sometimes beating it out of them. The food cart vendors were also very helpful. Some people were scared at the mention of his description. I can only assume they were stupid enough to challenge him in a fight. The vendors always said nice things about him, though. Apparently he is a good tipper when people are nice to him. They would also tell me how he would help them if he didn't have any money, never asking for anything in return, but usually getting something. He would do many things to help, like help vendors in their fields, or fix something that was broken. They repaid him with whatever kindness they could, whether it was just a nice "Thank You," or a meal, or money. I would also have to adapt this kind of charity towards others.

He remained mysterious to these people, as they never knew his name. He never gives it freely. I gave up asking if they knew his name a long time ago. I was sure I would have to find out from the man himself.

Three months, about a dozen street fights (I won every time) and 10 towns and cities later, I finally caught up to him. He was in a small coastal city. I found him standing by an old broken dock, his eyes closed, facing towards the sea. I have kept him relatively well within my sights since then.

I learned of his patterns. By day he walked the city streets. He always seemed aware of his immediate surroundings. By night, he would go into a secluded forest area, where he would set up a camp, start a fire, and cook some food. During his wanderings in the cities, if he came across a street fight asking for a new challenger, he would drop his bag, ask some little kid to watch it for him, and then volunteer to fight. When he won, if the child watching the bag was honest, he gave him some coin, or food. I have only seen one time where his bag wasn't there when he was finished with his fight. No matter what he was calm. If he won and wasn't paid, he never complained. I overheard a child one day ask him why he wasn't mad. He replied "Anything I can do to improve myself and my fighting. The fight is everything," then nodded to the child, and he walked away. As time went on, I felt him getting stronger, and he rarely lost a fight. If he did happen to lose, he always brushed it off, and said the same thing to anyone to ask. Anything I can do to improve myself and my fighting. I myself find it hard to adapt to this way of thinking. If I don't get paid, sometimes I don't eat, and I can't help but get mad. This is a type of control he will have to teach me.

I enjoy it most when he practices by himself. Observing the street fights is rather informative, but to see him flow into each stance, generate energy, and then watch it dissipate with so much control, I don't even have the words to describe how exhilarating it is. I learn the most from him when he practices alone. He shows the dance in each step, seconds in between moves, with a steady, cool, and composed aura. He repeats the same moves over and over again till he is comfortable with his form. This makes it easier for me to copy him. At night, when he finally sleeps, I continue just a little while longer, imagining he was still flowing in his dance, myself trying to perfect this, yet I never can. When I close my eyes, I see these movements in his fights, only 10 times faster. Although I win four out of five street fights, I am still not as fast as he is. If I tried to fight him, I am sure he would beat me in seconds.

Now, three years of following him, I am sure that he has finally sensed me. A constant, foreign Ki always following him. Maybe he wasn't strong enough before to sense me. The last few months, he stops in the middle of the town, or the forest, and he listens. He never looks around to see if anyone is following him, he just feels for them. I am hoping since it is sure that he has sensed me for quite some time now that he knows I am not a threat. Soon, we will meet, and I will finally find out this man in whites name, and if he will take me as a pupil.

Well as you can see I am not an English major, but I try my best. I promise more dialog to go with the narration in the future. First chapters can be tricky. I am still a bit nervous since I have really never written anything before! I read a lot of books so I try to think about how descriptive my favorite authors are. I am happy to say that the outline for this story is 100% done, so there will be an eventual ending :D Thank you so much! R&R