[Disclaimer] I do not own The King of Fighters! And I don't own Kanon, either! All the credit goes to the creators, okay!

[Author's note] Okay, folks, major warning of OCC-ness here, got it? I know Rock may not be a southern guy who's been through a lot, but this is what my mind's eye came up with, okay? Besides, that's the point of creativity and imagination, right? It's your story so you can write what you want, correct? Sure, sometimes stories may be stupid, but hopefully my story doesn't seem that way; to some, or most, people… this story will seem stupid. Anyway, this is the love story between Rock Howard and Sayuri Kurata that I came up with a long, long time ago. I just decided to start putting it on the Internet. I'm writing this straight from my old rough drafts, so what you're about to read is something that I wrote years ago; I will be taking out the typos, though. I hope you like this, even though it is a tad silly ^_^.

(Chapter One – Poor Childhood)

Narrator: The whole story begins when a little boy named Rock was born. After giving birth to her son, his mother died soon after. He never got to know her what-so-ever, even when he was growing up; he had no pictures of her or anything. He was raised by his father, Geese. Geese was always kind of rough towards Rock. When Rock reached the age ten, he started to grow bored of life. He never went anywhere, and he was always around these men that he didn't even know. For some reason, his father would always have these creepy guys over at the house. Rock was quite used of it, but never understood why they were there. Every time he asked his father about it, Geese would usually just laugh. It went like this.

Rock: Pa, why are these guys always at our house eating and drinking all of our stuff, having a goodtime?

Geese: HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Random Men: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Narrator: Everyone, including his father, would always start laughing at him, and that always made him feel clueless and scared at the same time. He had a pretty bland and flat-out boring childhood. His father would train him in fighting from time to time, and the more he did it, the better he got. Then one day, Rock left the house to actually go somewhere and do something. His father gave him a few dollars, so he decided to go spend it at the store. When he entered inside of the store, he saw a group of females standing there, and they were talking to each other. He instantly became very nervous, he never really seen or heard much about girls. His father only talked about violence and men. The group of females turned their attention toward Rock and stared at him. He walked by them, feeling very shy, and they started to giggle about something. He felt like shouting, "What is yawl laughin' at?" but he could not push himself to do that. He then heard one of the girls say, "What a dork!" and that really hurt his feelings, but he didn't respond to them. Rock then walked over to the store clerk and set the money on the counter.

Clerk: What will it be, boy?

Rock: Uh… Some candy! I'd sure love me some candy!

Clerk: Candy, huh? Sure! What kind do you want?

Narrator: The blond, red eyed boy rubbed the back of his head and began to think really hard of what he wanted.

Rock: Well, bubblegum, I reckon. I heard lots of good things bout' it! Like, how good and chewy it is! And how sweet it tastes! It sure sounds good!

Clerk: Ha-ha! You don't get out much, aye kid?

Narrator: Truth is: no! For certain reasons, that hurt his feelings. He stood there silently while the clerk just stared at him.

Clerk: Don't worry! I'll get your gum! *Walks away*.

Narrator: The man later returned and put the bubblegum on the counter, the pink sticks of saccharinity basking in front of the boy's inquisitive eyes. Rock started to get happy when he seen it. The man knew that Rock didn't know much, so he decided to rip him off by taking the whole ten bucks, and it was not worth ten bucks. Rock then took the gum.

Clerk: Thanks, kid! *Wheeze* HAHAHAHAAA!

Rock: Boy, I sure love me some good spending money, and bubblegum!

Narrator: The young boy then walked out of the store with a smile on his face, and then put the gum in his mouth. It tasted so new to him, and he liked it a lot. Though he was having a great day, it was about to turn very ugly. When he arrived at his home and went inside the house, he saw his father dead and beaten up. He cried and cried day and night about that. He kept thinking to himself, "Who did this? Where is everybody?" The house was empty, and that made him think that those creepy men did it. After a while, Rock was set up for adoption. Terry Bogard soon took him to be his son. They trained together for hours each and every day. After a while, Rock felt like he had a father again, but something bad was going to happen again. Years later, he was reading old newspapers that were in the attic, and one certain newspaper was going to make his blood boil. He seen an article called "Terry Killed Geese", and soon as he seen that, he instantly became full of rage! He read the whole thing, and even though he knew that his father was at fault, he still wanted revenge. He never felt so upset before. He now wanted to kill Terry for what he did years ago. When Terry came home later on that day, he didn't see Rock anywhere.

Terry: Hey, Rookie! Terry's back!

Narrator: He didn't get a response, so he started to walk around to find him. He looked everywhere and still couldn't find him.

Terry: Wonder where that dog-gone boy went off to.

Narrator: Terry then got kicked in the back, and he got kicked HARD! He fell to the ground, but easily jumped back up. He seen Rock looking at him, and he looked ticked! It made Terry feel very threatened.

Terry: Rock, what was that for, boy!

Rock: Shut up!

Narrator: He then ran at the man with the ponytail and kicked him straight in the face. His lip started to bleed, badly. Rock tried to kick him again, but Terry grabbed his leg and threw him against the wall.

Rock: Ugh!

Narrator: Rock fell to the ground; Terry now wiping the blood away from his mouth.

Terry: What's wrong with you, boy?

Rock: You killed my father, murderer!

Terry: Huh? Where did you hear that from?

Rock: Don't act like you don't know! You know what you did!

Terry: Where's your proof, son?

Narrator: Rock then pulled out the newspaper from out of his back pocket and threw it at him. Terry caught it, and then started to read it. The man shook his head and threw the newspaper in back of him, the broadsheet fancily landed in a nearby trash can.

Terry: I'm sorry, Rock. I didn't know that was your father. Heck, I didn't even know he was a father! I got a fruity vibe from that bozo. The man tried to kill me, so I fought back, that's all.

Rock: …. But he's dead! And you're the one that killed him!

Terry: I know! I know… I'm sorry-

Rock: SORRY IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH!

Terry: … *Fixes up hat*.

Rock: I'm taking you down, Terry! I will avenge my father, even if it's the last thing that I do! *Battle pose*.

Terry: C'mon, boy! You know dog-gone well that you can't beat me in a fight. I don't wanna hurt cha!

Rock: Well, I wanna hurt you, and I will!

Terry: Whelp, I guess there's no use in talking to you *Battle pose*.

KOF XII Announcer: Round one! Ready? Go!

Narrator: They then began to fight, but Rock really didn't stand a chance. Not only was he too angry, but Terry was too strong for him. Rock was only fifth-teen years old. After what seemed like a longtime, Terry got the last hit.

Rock: UWAAAAAHH! *Falls on the ground*.

KOF XII Announcer: Terry, win! PERFECT!

Terry: *Throws off hat* Okay!

Narrator: Ever since then, Rock hated Terry. When it turned night, Rock ran away from home. He felt like he was living in a nightmare that he couldn't get away from, so he ran away, not even knowing where he was going.

Well, that's the first chapter! I hope some weirdo out there actually finds this good! ^_^.