[Disclaimer] I do not own "The King of Fighters" or "Street Fighter"! All of the credit goes to SNK and Capcom, okay? Thank you for understanding.

[Author's Note] Hello there, my friend. This is a romance story about Kyo Kusanagi from KOF and Ibuki from SF. If you don't like the idea of these two being together, then please close this window or read something else. If you want to ignore me and read this anyway, then go on ahead. If you want to flame me for this, well that's okay also, because no story on this website is perfect. Sorry about any typos and other writing errors; I'm also sorry about anyone being OOC, too.

(When a Pyrokinetic Boy Meets a Ninja Girl)

(Chapter One – The Beginning)

Kyo's point of view: Hey, what's up? I don't really know who the heck I'm talking to, but that's not really a problem, I guess. Anyway, the name's Kyo Kusanagi, and no… I'm not one of those darn clones of mine. You may know me as the "cool guy" from KOF, but there's a lot more to me than just being an awesome guy. You see, I had an awful childhood, and I mean awful. I'd rather not discuss my past too much because I don't feel like being upset right now, you know what I mean?

To sum it up, and to make it short, sweet and to the point, my father was a lowlife, deadbeat dad and I hate his guts. Why do I hate his guts and everything else about him? Well, he did something to my mother that I can't forgive him for, or at least not for a long, long time. I was depressed most of my life because of constant thoughts about my past. Hey, none of you punks better not be calling me an emo, because if you were me, then you'd understand. Anyway, the only times when I'd feel good was when I was at school.

I'd hangout with my pals Benimaru and Joe, I was known as a hero because of the fact that I defeated Iori at a time, and I also had girls always wanting to talk to me all of the time, I mean what could be better than all of that, right? Though I was getting attention, fame, and glory, I just wasn't all that happy about myself. I also didn't pay much attention to the girls who liked me because I thought they were all nasty whores. Why? Because my father had hoes always around the house, and it really disgusted me and ruined my childhood for reasons I'd REALLY not want to talk about.

Sure, some guys like the slutty type of girls, but I was never one of those guys, you know? As far as I can remember, my mother was a very nice and self-respecting woman. It seemed like no girl that I met respected there self. All they wanted to do was flash people and do nasty things because they thought it would be cool, or something. That or they were bi or lesbians, and let me tell you, I ran into A WHOLE LOT of girls who swung their bat in that direction. Of course, I did meet some decent girls, though. There was Athena, Yuri, and even Kula, but each of them had something that turned me off.

Athena, sometimes, did some pretty whorish things, Yuri was all crazy about that Robert Garcia guy, and Kula was way too young for me; she wasn't my type, either. My friend Benimaru always had girls chasing after him, but he never took anyone of them seriously, that was until he met some ebony chick named Kimberly. Before I knew it, Beni and Kimberly started going steady, and then soon got engaged! At the time, that totally blew my mind! I was happy for him, duh, but it took a while getting used of, though.

As for my buddy Joe, he always remained single, and he was the only dude in school that could wear his boxers without a shirt and not get in trouble for it. I never knew how he pulled that off and why the teachers even allowed him to do that, but he did. I never was able to graduate from high school, so I just dropped out of it, and the more years that went by, the crappier I felt about myself. As pathetic as I was, I was actually able to get a girlfriend; that's right, some girl actually fell for me. Her name was Yuki, and she wasn't a bad person. Actually, she was, but I didn't know that at first.

When we considered ourselves just friends, everything was going smooth, but when we started going together, everything went downhill. She started to nag me all of the time, she made me buy all sorts of this useless crap, and she even cheated on me a couple of times, but I didn't want to let her go that easily. But something made me breakup with her. Yuki did something that scarred me for life, and it still bothers me even today. I remember it was sometime around November, and it was a very cold and rainy day. I was over at Yuki's house, just there hanging around, and I soon fell to sleep on the couch.

Though I was deep in my sleep, I felt something on my face, and after that, I started to smell something extremely bad. When something started trickling down my face, I opened up my eyes, and holy crap! I saw Yuki's butt right in my face, and it seemed like she… it seemed like she was… uh, I'm sorry, I just find this hard to talk about... um, she was, like, taking a dump on me, a diarrhea dump. I just threw her off of me and ran out of the house, screaming my head off as I jumped on my motorcycle and drove off. It was a good thing that nobody was around, because if I saw some dude running out of some house with diarrhea on his face? Well, I don't know what I'd do, or think.

The point is this: My life was a wreck! There I was… a depressed, disgusted, twenty year old fighter who just didn't want to live anymore. Of course, that was until I met some other girl, and let me tell you, this girl was the girl of my dreams.

Ibuki's point of view: Hello, my name is Ibuki. I think I'm supposed to talk about my life and some junk, so here I go. Well, I'm a ninja, but most people like to call me a kunoichi, and I guess that's because I am a female ninja and that's what kunoichi means, so whatever. Um, I sometimes get sick of my ninja training because it gets boring to me a lot. I mean, sure it can be fun sometimes, but I kind of tire from it most of the time. The main things it comes in handy for is protecting yourself and sneaking into places, other than that, there's really nothing else, so whatever.

Um, being the young, teenaged girl I am, I can't help but to want to do other things once in a while instead of sweating and yelling all of the time. Most girls my age are into, like, partying and some junk, but that's not what I mean when I say I want to do "other things". I want to, like, explore in different areas of the world and do things that I always wanted to do, like try bungee jumping and becoming a cook. I also love to shop. I mean, what girl doesn't like shopping? I actually have this friend named Makoto, and she actually doesn't like shopping. I just couldn't believe that.

Anyway, aside from the boredom that I suffer from and whatnot, being a ninja is okay, I guess. There was this one time when I ran away from the training grounds at night in order to meet cool guys, and not one of them that I met were cool, they were all perverts. It seems like most guys are perverts, and that gets so, so annoying.

I mean, even my own trainer was a pervert. He, like, wanted me to wear some special kind of outfit for my training, but I didn't wear it because I didn't want to, and he got really mad at me. His head was like bulging because he was yelling so loud, and the fact that his breath smelled didn't help in that situation. The outfit that I'm talking about is what I wear in the Street Fighter games that we have. It's the outfit that has the slits in them, exposing my thighs and whatnot. I was like, eww, I'm not wearing that, but that didn't stop the people who made me wear it in the games.

The main reasons why I hate that outfit is this: Because it makes me look fat, and it makes me look like a girl who most likely is a slut, and I really, really hate that. But, whatever, I can't stop anything from happening. If I could do that, then a lot of things would be different about Street Fighter, and I mean a lot. Let's see, what else can I talk about? Well, I guess I can talk about the thing that made me kind of jealous and some junk. It's about Makoto, but before I explain all of that, I just want to let everyone know that we're not enemies, we're friends. I mean, we are kind of like rivals, but we're also friends.

Maybe we could be considered as rival friends, I don't know, whatever. Anyway, as you might already know, Makoto gets mistaken to be a boy, and this happens all of the time. Sometimes I laugh when it happens, but she always gets angry at me. One day, she actually wanted me to help her become all girly and feminine, but it didn't work out because she felt stupid and thought that she shouldn't be something that she's not or some junk. The fact that I always got attention from guys, though they were all perverts, made me feel like I was going to find "Mr. Right" before Makoto ever could, but then something happened.

I forgot when it was, but she told me about some guy that she met named Batsu, or something. She was explaining the fight that she had with him and everything, but I really didn't find any interest in it, so I pretended that I did. Days went by, and she would occasionally bring him up, so I wanted to meet him, or at least see what he looked like. When I went to her dojo the next day, I ended up meeting this guy. He looked kind of creepy to me. He has this scar on his forehead, spiky hair, funny looking eyebrows, and he seemed very aggressive, too. He was so not my type, but whatever. This was her friend, after all.

I guess you're wondering what I'm getting at, so let me hurry with this. There would be times when she would tell me that she thinks that she likes him and junk, and hearing her say stuff like that made me laugh a lot. She told me to never mention it to anybody, so being the good friend that I am, I didn't. Now, Makoto found a guy that she really likes, but I never did. That's what made me sort of jealous. But to my surprise, I actually met a guy who is just my type, and boy is he cool, unlike the other geeks that I've met in the past.

Okay, that's all for now. Uh, sorry if you hate the way I have Kyo and Ibuki acting, or anything else. This is just my version of the characters, as all. Anyway, thank you for reading. I hope to write more of this story soon, I guess.