AN: This fic is due to my sudden exposure to Capcom's Pocket Fighter that showcases Ryu in the most adorable way I have seen. Actually, I had a fic that was similar (or so) to this except that it was about Naruto. But don't go judging. Well, enjoy! Hadouken!

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the plot. The characters used are not mine. Do not sue me. I'm broke enough as it is.

Heir to the Shotokan By Xairylle
Chapter One The Basic Down Forward Punch: Hadouken!

"I still don't understand what it is you find so interesting in women." Said a good-looking, stalwart young man with a red strip of cloth on his forehead spoke as he tied the belt of his white sleeveless-because-it's-torn karate gi. He was sitting on the bed paralleled to another and was now starting to remove his gloves.

"Why not?" Ken's voice was coming from the bathroom, as his voice was quite being overshadowed by the sound of the shower, "They're pretty and they smell nice."

"But they don't give a martial artist's challenge." Ryu patted his pillow.

"Tell that to the girls who kicked your butt." Ken laughed as he emerged from the shower wearing only his boxer shorts as he dried his hair with a towel.

"Hey!" Ryu was frowning as he leaned back and straightened his legs across the bed, "How was that supposed to be my fault? My player was a kid who peed his pants the moment he lost the first round."

"If you're supposed to be that good then anyone should have no trouble handling you in-game." Ken sat in front of a dresser, applying something on his face. Ryu raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what Ken was doing, eventually couldn't and gave up.

"Ken, what are you doing to your face?"

"It's cream that adds strength to your face muscles so that it endures punches better."

"Really?" Ryu now looked eager to know; pushing himself away from the headboard he was leaning on and motioning to approach the dresser.

"No, idiot." Ken sighed, capping the tube, "It's facial cream. It makes skin smooth."

"What for?"

"Girls like it."

"Girls don't provide much of a challenge." Ryu said again, nestling back to his previous position, "And they don't smell nice either."

"Tell that to Chun-Li and she'll make Chinese dumplings out of your ass." Ken was now approaching the bed parallel to Ryu's.

"Oh, look who's talking." Ryu rolled his eyes away, "I had to push back your eyes back into your sockets when your ass got pricked by the spikes on her wristband. You hurt so bad that you had to tag me in without the player even pressing for it."

"Yeah, I remember that." Ken blinked thoughtfully as he sat on the bed, "Should've seen the look on the kid's face." The American paused a while and spoke again, "But Chun-Li is pretty and she does smell nice. And I like her legs."

"You mean the type that kick holes through tanks?" Ryu asked.

"Well, they're not so bad…" Ken smiled, "Not as good as Morrigan's though."

"Erm, about her, Ken…" Ryu bit his lip, "I've always been curious but I'll ask you… Does she really have to wear a bathing suit in battle?"

Ken looked at Ryu as if he was a cow hanging at the bumper of a truck that just ran over him. The blonde sighed. "Ryu, why do you wear a Karate gi with the sleeves torn off?"

"It makes me move easier."

"And?"

"I look cool."

"So there." And Ken threw himself on the bed with his arms spreading and said, "Man, when are you going to catch a girlfriend?"

"Is that a necessity?"

"Come on, bro… I mean, you will grow old and you're back is going to crunch the moment you crouch for a Shoryuken. I mean, don't you dream of a wife, a kid…? You know, a family."

"A kid?"

"Yeah, a son to pass on your knowledge to." Ken was looking at Ryu with only his eyes moving. "You know, like… Ryu Hoshi Jr. or something."

"Ah, an heir… Sounds interesting." Ryu rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his eyes moving shiftily until he asked, "I think I'd like that, Ken but how do I make a baby?"

"WHAT!" Ken sat up vigorously, his strong arms grabbing the collar on Ryu's Karate gi as he shook him, "Are you serious?" Ryu nodded with wide open eyes. Ken's mouth flung open five inches wide as his fingers loosened while he whispered, "You moron." And he fell sitting down beside Ryu, "You've been too obsessed with Martial Arts that you forgot about Marital Arts!"

Ken slapped his forehead. He had imagined Ryu to be clueless but not stupid. Kids nowadays don't even ask the dreaded "Where do babies come from?" any longer. Ken was both flabbergasted and disappointed that Ryu was too engrossed with Martial Arts to be idiotic enough not to know something that was supposed to be human nature.

"Okay, that's it." Ken stood up with a thumping sound as Ryu followed with his eyes, Ken pulling him by the arm, "We're getting you a girlfriend."

"But, Ken, wait!" Ryu pulled his arm back from Ken, "I'm not interested in girls. I just want an heir."

Ken sighed. It was all thanks to that patience training back then that he wasn't strangling the life out of Ryu.

"Listen. If you want a kid, you need a woman to be your wife to be your heir's mother."

"Great, then I will ask Chun-Li to be the woman to be my wife to by my heir's mother."

"Wait, Ryu. It's not like tha—"

"Cammy?"

"No."

"Rose?"

"Ryu, wa—"

"Karin, then?"

"Ryu listen to—"

"Morrigan?"

"Hell, no! She's a succubus!"

"What's your point?"

Ken turned around and counted to ten. Ryu was testing his short-lived patience.

"Understand this." The blonde began, his hands landing on Ryu's shoulders "Before a woman becomes your wife, she first becomes your girlfriend."

"I see. This is truly interesting." Ryu's eyes were fixed on the ceiling as his strong arms crossed over his chest, "Why can't I have an heir first? Why must things be so complicated? Why wasn't this taught to me?"

"Ryu, let me tell you a story." Ken said again, putting an arm around his friend's shoulders, "You know Akuma?"

"Yeah, that freaky old guy who doesn't know how to use sun block."

"Yeah, him." Ken murmured, "He realized the importance of a girl too late. Remember Super Gem Fighter Mini Mix? He asked all the women there – from Sakura to Tessa – out on dates and when they didn't oblige, he knocked them unconscious."

"All of them?"

"All eight women excluding the jumping dead little girl with a giant dagger."

"Ken, there are only seven women in that game excluding Hsien-ko."

"That's the horrible part." Ken murmured lowly as if in horror, "Do you know who the other girl is?"

Ryu gulped.

"Um… No…"

"Me."

"GAAAAAAH!" Ryu pushed Ken off him in disgust and yelled as the red-donning American backed unbalanced, "You're a girl!?"

"No, you moron!" Ken replied, steadying himself.

"Will you be the mother of m—"

"Ryu!" Ken grabbed Ryu's head, covering his mouth to muffle up what Ryu was going to say, "If you even think of finishing that sentence, I'm going to fry you with Shin Shoryuken so bad, you'll look worse that Akuma. Do you understand?"

Ryu nodded.

"Good." Ken released the Japanese champion, "Long story short, Akuma mistook me for a girl."

"Ew." Ryu was raising an eyebrow.

"Do you want to end up like that?"

"Um… No."

"Good, then let's go find you a girlfriend."

Ryu nodded and Ken started rummaging through his things to get dressed. The Japanese stood, the dresser catching his attention and said, "I'm not about to put some fecal cream on my face, too am I?"

Ken's mouth flung ten inches open.

Patience: 0.

"Shinryuuuuuuuuken!"

"What! What did I say!?"

AN: So ends the first chapter. I hope it was funny. I had fun writing it.