Soul Calibur II

Unprecedented Love

By: Saiko Ninja

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Soul Calibur II characters, etc, etc. They are all the rightful property of Namco and such. There, that's out of the way and now I can get on with what you really came here for, the fanfiction!

If all of you are wondering whatever happened to my previous fanfiction on SCII, I've unfortunately dropped it, but worry not! I'm not one to just drop a story that easily... Now as much as I've said myself that I dislike "incomplete" fanfiction, I felt that there was a need of polishing and script change. It's still going to be the same pairing I've intended, but just a different storyline (in the sense of how they meet and so on).

I'm sorry to all of you out there that have been looking forward to that fanfiction (not that there was anyone out there that really liked it, eh-heh maybe?). Now, I won't hold any of you back, I hope that you enjoy reading this!

Note: I suppose after having typed this, it's somewhat lengthy of a chapter even for a prologue (which I usually keep short). Take breaks in-between (if you must) reading and get something to drink or stretch (it's good for your health anyways). I tend to get a bit... er... carried away in typing. Anyways, carry on! R&R please!

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Prologue: Reason to Live

Ah, endurance training, another one of the daily activities that most pupils from the Ling Sheng-Su Temple enjoyed. It gave the majority of them a chance to get out of the place and enjoy fresh air and nature. And for this certain individual who is to be remained nameless, will find out that a certain young child he finds will become one of the greatest disciples the Ling Sheng-Su will ever have...

"Seiyaaaaah!" shouted a young boy, slamming a replica staff to the ground.

Lying on the ground for a moment seemingly wide open for an attack, the trainee spun around in a windmill like manner waving the staff around and then pushed himself up waving the weapon about in a defensive manner. A thrust of the weapon rapidly here and then a crashing strike with the weapon there, and finally, he was finished with the day's training exercise. Exhaling slightly, he wiped away the sweat that perspired from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Well done, Kilik. That's it for today's training. You can relax and take a break..." said one of the elder of the Ling Sheng-Su.

"Thank you, master. I'll do just that." Kilik replied.

With a short bow to his teacher, the sixteen year old boy turned away and then was about to make his way to where he and his sister stayed when he was stopped all of a sudden by his teacher once more.

"Kilik. Just a moment, there was something that I wanted to talk to you about. Can you spare a moment?" asked the master.

"Of course..." he simple replied, turning around sitting down on the ground, cross-legged.

"Thank you. Now, as you know... It's been sixteen years since we've found you abandoned at a mountain near our temple. And since then, you've been zealously and diligently training the moment you were able to. I'm proud to have such a hard-working pupil and one who could master our martial arts within a few years... What I'm trying to say is..."

"What you're trying to say is...?" Kilik inquired.

"What I'm saying is that I and the other elders here at the temple have chosen you, Kilik, to become the successor to our art and to one of the three sacred treasures... The Kali-Yuga..." the teacher replied.

The young boy's eyes were wide with surprise as he sat there not gazing at anything in particular. As he stood up immediately, he couldn't believe that something like this was happening to him. As he looked back to his master once more, he bowed deeply and then knelt down to the ground unable to express what he felt into words. His master nodded slightly and then motioned for him to get back up.

"You've done well and we find that our martial arts will be left in the right hands if left with you. And so, tomorrow, the ceremony will be held so that we can pass down to you the Kali-Yuga. I ask that you now take the time to rest up and be prepared for the ceremony..." commented the elder.

"Yes, master..." Kilik replied.

Once more, he gave a slight bow and turned away heading off back to his sister to tell her of the good news. This indeed was a day to celebrate, even though tomorrow would even be more of a grand celebration. As he ran through the open halls in the temple, he didn't seem to notice the skies above darkening ever so slowly but eventually. Arriving all too soon to his older sibling, he opened the door and then called to her...

"Xianglian! You won't believe what happened today...!" Kilik exclaimed.

"Little brother, calm down... Remember that you must always express calmness and composure. Now... What is it...?" asked his sister.

Kilik spoke without a pause as he went to her taking her hands in his and then smiled contently. His sister was without a doubt, curious as to why he was so... joyous.

"I was told that I will become the successor to the sacred treasure, Kali-Yuga!" exclaimed the younger sibling.

His sister's eyes went wide with surprise just as much as his were when he was told himself. She got up from sitting on her chair near the window and then hugged him close, tears about to stream down her face. What small amount of tears that welled in her eyes, the slowly slid down her face as she gazed at his faintly blurred figure from the tears.

"I'm so proud of you Kilik... You'll need to rest up since you're going to need all the strength you can muster. So off you go to bed!" she said, smiling with tears.

"Yes, sister..." replied the young fighter.

However, the sky outside began to darken and look ominous. The window didn't give such a great view of what was going on and Kilik was becoming more curious about why the serene sky was changing all so suddenly. Pulling away from his sister's grasp, he smiled at her and then gave her a "thumbs up" sign. Rushing out of the room, he went outside to the training grounds and gazed up at the sky with the many others that went to witness the phenomenon.

His sister, left in the room gazed from the window inside and began to wonder if it was just going to be another thunderstorm coming by. However, if it was a thunderstorm, how come there was no water? No... It couldn't have been. Covering her mouth immediately, she rushed out and headed to a specific room in the temple to get something.

"It seems odd to have storm clouds, but no rain, eh, Kilik?" asked a random monk.

"Y-Yeah." Kilik said, quite absent-mindedly.

All of a sudden, the skies began to swirl and cast a crimson hue mixed with midnight blue. It was a beautiful color, yes, but then it was also something they should have never laid their eyes on, let alone stay outside to witness. Immediately, a bright flash of light covered the area for a short moment. Unfortunately for everyone (yes, even the ones inside), the light managed to reach them and then somehow stir up something dreadful in their minds... their hearts... The feeling of... chaos.

"This was not to occur... not yet... Please, hang in there Kilik..." whispered a familiar sibling of Kilik, draping on herself a certain garb.

Everyone stood there for a moment as if nothing happened at all and they would all just go back to what they were originally doing. Ah, that would be fine, however, that wasn't the case... not at the least. Within moments, the pupil of each and every resident of the Ling Sheng Su temple began to shift to an empty appearance and then eventually glow crimson... never a good sign. Of course, even Kilik wasn't spared from this fate as he too, began to feel the emotion of chaos claw inside him. And then...

"Uggghhhhaaaaaaa...!" Kilik screamed.

It all happened so quickly... Everyone within the temple grounds indoor and outdoor began to scatter and scream in agony... pain... and most of all, rage. Anyone and everyone that was able to grab hold of a weapon did so and then began squaring off with anyone in their sight. One-on-one battles were seen everywhere, three-on-one beat downs, and even all-out melees were breaking out in open areas. It was complete and utter destruction.

Kilik ran through the open halls where a seemingly endless number of bodies lay in their own pool of blood. It was a sickening sight and Kilik wanted to leave it all, escape, but there was none as the feeling inside him only increased just seeing the violence going on. At this rate, everyone here would die...

Someone help me...

The young pupil of the Ling Sheng Su ran around the temple slaughtering anyone within his sight without any problem at all. The sickening sound of bones crushing under his feet, the ear-splitting screams of his fellow trainees resonating in his ears as he jammed a spear straight through their chests, it was all happening, and he could see it... He wished to stop, but he couldn't. The wish of just being killed right now was enough to perhaps bring solace to his chaotic mind and heart, but he would not be granted it... yet. As he reached a dead end within the temple grounds, he met eye to eye with the blood-smeared stone wall.

I can't take it anymore...

The sound of footsteps, no... a group of footsteps resonated in his ears and they became louder. Turning around slowly, Kilik wondered how many there were... nine of them. That wasn't too much, but still going to be a pain to deal with. No, wait... why was he even thinking of how he would take them out? He was family with them all, if not at the least just friends...

"Leave me alone!" Kilik shouted, pulling out a spear which impaled two bodies on the ground a while back.

Disgruntled groans and growls came from the small group in front of him. They hungered for blood, and they wouldn't stop now. The possessed trainees made a mad dash for him and then thrust their weapons at him without abandon. This was it...

"Seiyaaaaaaaaaaah!" retorted the young fighter, parrying a thrust here, a slash there.

"Kilik...!" a female voice echoed in the distance.

Kilik whirled the lengthy spear in a centrifugal... rather, an atom like manner and then kept his enemies at a distance. The voice that he heard not too long ago was the voice of his older sister, who of course, emerged from the dark shadows of the hall running towards his adversaries. Tossing three knives towards the enemies after jumping into the air, she then twirled around in the air unsheathing a short sword hacking through two more. Shoving back the decapitated and pierced bodies, only four were left standing.

"Uwoaaahhhhhh...!" Kilik groaned loudly as he dropped his spear, gripping his head.

I can't take it anymore...

"Hang in there Kilik!" shouted his sister.

Quickly, with a spinning twirl of her short sword, she dispatched of the remainder of Kilik's foes in a messy manner. Blood splattered on her clothes, her face, and the sound of bodies falling before her was enough to make her throw up, but now was not the time to be weak. She had to get to Kilik and save him...

"I'm here Kilik, it's okay now!"

"S-Sister...?" Kilik inquired, his voice slightly distorted by his current chaotic status.

"Yes, it's me... It's going to be okay now..." she replied.

Everything... will be okay... now...

NO... SHE IS TRICKING YOU... SHE WISHES TO KILL YOU TOO...

My sister... is trying to kill me too?

YES... KILL HER BEFORE SHE DESTROYS YOU...

The young warrior did not know what to believe and due to this chaos and confusion in his heart, in his mind, his thoughts were clouded and his judgment... distorted. Picking up the spear nearest to him quickly, he assumed a defensive stance pointing the spearhead towards his own sister. This of course surprised his older sibling, but it didn't shake her down from trying to save him.

"Kilik... Overcome this trial... Don't let this chaos and destruction consume you..." his sister whispered.

"I'm... I'm trying sister... I just can't... Please... Kill me now..." Kilik replied.

"No! I will not!"

"Please, sister!" Kilik cried out.

Kilik knew not if he could hold off much longer if he could hold off this violence that clawed to get out, but he suppressed the feeling for as long as he could. Would his sister really help him out and deliver him salvation by striking him down? He couldn't possibly know. But it was all clear to him as he saw his sister walk towards him, her short sword in hand.

Kilik... I'm going to miss you very much... Please... Don't forget me...

His sister walked up to him gazed down to him looking him eye to eye. Kilik wondered why she did not strike him down yet. Wait, what was that on her body... a vest of some sort? He could not hold off much longer and if his sister stood like that any longer... he could have just killed her then and there.

"S-Sister! Please!" he pleaded.

Shaking her head slightly, she kept a grip on her sword while removing the vest she wore. Shivering slightly after doing so, she felt something stir in her heart... she ignored that feeling for the moment. In that momentary exchange of trying to place the vest on him, her mind couldn't handle suppressing the destruction and violence.

"Kilik...!" she shouted one last time before losing complete control.

"Sister...!" he couldn't hold back anymore and then let it all out.

The moment he thrust his spear right through her chest, she grazed his face in a manner that left a check-shaped cut on his left cheek. The pain he felt was nothing and paled in comparison to the pain that his sister was dealt. Just then, the vest landed gently upon his shoulders and rested upon his blood stained body...

His sister smiled faintly as she saw that he broke free from this chaotic spell. Coughing up blood quite a bit, she then stumbled backwards and fell back. The manner in which this all seemed to happen was seemingly slow. Just as Kilik realized what he had done, his eyes widened witnessing that he just gravely wounded his own sister.

"Sister... No...!" he shouted, rushing to her side.

Before she could completely hit the floor, his arms wrapped around her and she was saved from a fall. Her eyes seemed to widen for a moment, however, the expression upon her face... it was serene. A few tears welled up in her eyes and slid down the side of her face slowly. She knew she was going to die, and she didn't regret anything at all. After saving her only "brother", what else mattered?

"Kilik... Don't look so sad..." she started, coughing some blood up.

"X-Xianglian... Why did you do that!?" he shouted, his voice echoing in the quiet halls.

"You know why I did that for you, little brother..." she replied.

Tears began to flow down his face freely... This woman he knew as his "sister" was just another orphan like he was in this temple. He only referred to her as such as she was really like an older sister to him. What happened just now was something he would forever regret and have burned into his memory forever.

"We have to get you help now, sister!" Kilik shouted.

This outburst coming from Kilik surprised her but she shook her head. The expression she had on her face was disagreeing. Gazing at him quietly, she smiled and nodded her head left to right letting him know it was useless.

"Who is left to help? Look around you, Kilik..." whispered Xianglian.

The young warrior lifted his head up and averted his gaze to the area around him to do as his sister said. She was right, there was no one left alive and the only ones that were left were himself and Xianglian (who was barely able to cling to life). Slowly looking back to his older sister, he couldn't help but feel tears well up in his eyes realizing that it was over...

"Please... don't leave me, Xiangli-..." the younger sibling was cut short.

Slowly placing two fingers to his gentle yet faintly pale lips, she silenced him and shook her head once again. It was hard to try and hold back the tears she wished so much to let out, but none-the-less, she held it in for Kilik's sake.

"Don't cry, Kilik. I'll always be with you..." she replied, whispering.

As Kilik kept her supported with his fairly built arms, she reached into her pocket and winced a bit at every movement. As she took her hand out of her pocket, it seemed that she had a necklace in hand. A transparent jade-tinted crystal was held by the chain of the necklace and emanated a soft glow.

"This is something I was looking forward to giving to you on your ceremony, but I suppose that now is a better time than ever to give it to you. I hope you like it Kilik..."

Unhooking the chain of the necklace for a moment, she then placed her arms around his neck and then hooked the chain once more in place. Smiling, Xianglian gave her little "brother" a hug and closed her eyes. Moments later, her voice, which was weak and almost barely audible, resonated in his ears.

"I'm feeling so tired... Kilik... I think... I'm going to rest... now..."

With that, she stopped breathing and fell limp in his arms.

A momentary freeze in time occurred to the young warrior as he opened his eyes immediately. It was as if a lightning bolt coursed through his body, but he was unable to shout or even howl in sorrow. It took him a good few minutes to realize that his sister had finally died, by his hand, no less.

"Xianglian...?"

He pulled her away from his body and then looked at her wondering why she wasn't moving at all, at the least breathing. The older sibling of the two did seem like she was resting, minus the breathing. Peaceful and at ease was the expression on her face, but it was total contrast to what Kilik had.

"Xianglian... Xianglian... Please... Wake up!" Kilik shouted, shaking her body.

It was no use.

"Xianglian! Xianglian!"

Try and try as he may, his efforts would be futile as she already passed away. He sighed and then shut his eyes tightly lowering her onto the floor gently. The tears which he held back so hard began to flow freely from his eyes. Everyone was dead... his master, his friends, and now... his sister. Was there no one left he could look to for help? Not a single one...

"I'm so sorry... sister..." Kilik whispered.

Most of all as he sat there loathing and blaming himself, what struck Kilik in the heart the most was that he was the only one left in the Ling Sheng-Su. Sighing gently, he then took up his sister and cradled her in his arms. Despite her slightly taller stature compared to Kilik, she was quite light. As he progressed through the blood-stained halls of the temple, he gazed at familiar faces that were now lying in their own pool of blood.

A string of apologies ran through his mind as he gazed at the faces of his friends and "family" that seemed to gaze back at him with empty eyes, tears of blood streaming down slowly. Of course, they were dead and wouldn't hear him were he to apologize, anyways.

"Why did this happen?" Kilik questioned himself mentally.

Finally arriving outside at the training grounds, he felt his body somewhat drained of energy. The aura emanating in this area was complete and utter evil. Even the soothing and caressing feeling of the sash that was around his body couldn't hold back this crushing feeling. Unable to ward of the overwhelming feeling, Kilik succumbed to the pain he felt and fell to his knees closing his eyes, eventually, falling to the ground surrounded by the many lifeless figures. Not once, did he ever let go of his sister...

...it can't end... like this...

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Whoa. Ok. It's finally finished, at least the prologue (eh-heh). I hope that you enjoyed reading this! Please tell me what you think through reviews (whether anonymous or signed).

Whew! Well, I'm ghost... Catch you all on the other side of the computer screen...

Matta ai mashoo! (See you later!)