This is awful... I feel awful.
this is the crackiest thing i've done.
Somebody felt bad for Iori in Motorcycles, and wanted me to mess Kyo up a bit. poorboi :(. It was all chizuru's fault anyways.
Here's another fever dream. u doods seem to enjoy them. ( no more until i finish my Skelly chapter lol. i've been procrast)
Kyo- Japanese Only
Iori - Japanese, English, spanish curse words
Terry - English Only
Vice + Mature - English, Japanese, German (Vice = + Portuguese)
Benimaru - Japanese, English (he's half american)
Why does nobody recognize the language barrier? Krizaild is kinda Irish... like why does he know japanese?
July 24th KOF-Pregame events. Madison Square Garden, NYC, NY, USA.
"Hehe, holy shit, you're so freaking wasted in this one."
"Shut up, give it back fag!"
Kyo rolled off the couch, nearly kicking over the coffee table. The teacups and candies the news corporation had placed there rattled dangerously. A couple of feet away, Iori's hand buried itself wrist deep in one of the couch cushions. He yanked the pillow off his arm, lit it on fire, and tossed it at his laughing rival.
"Give it, bitch!"
"If you're gonna play with fire, I will toast your phone. Hey! Stay back! ... Oh god damn, I need to send this to myself… "
Whoever was the event organizer this year clearly didn't know what they were doing. Last time he and Iori were locked in a room together they had nearly burnt down the building. They only stopped fighting when the fire department came in and waterboarded them with power-hoses. The two of them were on better terms nowadays... but really, the corporation shouldn't have risked it.
"Come mierda y muere, Asshole! Give it here!"
" … oh damn dude, you look good in lipstick. I'll ask Yuki to give you some tips though, I don't think it's supposed to be in your teeth."
"KUSANAGI!"
Maybe the event hosts thought mild-mannered Terry Bogard would keep the two of them from fighting, but the older man was laid out on the other couch, sleeping through the chaos. He had caught the red-eye flight up from SouthTown and was in no mood for babysitting pyromaniacs. He didn't even speak Japanese, what was he supposed to do? It wasn't like Iori would translate for him.
The hosts had set them up for pre-gameday interviews in a temporary structure outside Manhattan's Madison Square Garden. The perimetre of the building was fenced off, and just outside that fence stood hundreds of fans and reporters who had come to greet their favorite fighters. Almost all of the tournament regulars were in attendance, but the news corporation who had purchased rights to the KOF tourney this year wanted to interview the team captains in groups. By some stroke of misfortune, Kyo and Iori were booked for the same time. Both of them were decidedly unhappy about it. They imagined Terry was even more upset.
Iori stood there beside the ruined couch glaring daggers at Kyo. The pillow he had thrown was rapidly reduced to ash and began igniting the carpet. Smoke filled the room partways before Terry woke up in a coughing fit. He yelled at Iori until the redhead extinguished the fire and sat down with a huff.
The other two members of 'Yagami Team' and Benimaru were socializing in the next room. Vice and Mature had come back to life again - as they did whenever the KOF Tournaments took place. Iori didn't seem bothered at all by the fact his teammates seemed to revive annually, like human perrenials. They didn't seem to mind their team captain had been their murderer. In fact, the three of them got along quite well in their own strange sort of way.
The same couldn't be said about the Japan team this year. Benimaru was being more fruity than usual and it was pissing Kyo off. He didn't know what the modelling business had done to his best friend, and he really wasn't appreciating it. Daimon had taken the wrong subway line from the hotel, and was currently wandering the streets of Brooklyn. Usually Daimon kept Benimaru's ... uh, 'advances' in check, but the man was currently on the other side of the east river, probably being accosted by pretzel salesmen.
As a result, Kyo had to endure nearly three hours of uncomfortably lewd small talk with his teammate, and he needed to let off some steam. Who better to do it to than Yagami? That's what rivals were for right? Ten percent of the time was spent earnestly trying to spill each others blood. The rest of the relationship was just playing stupid pranks, and just generally being insufferable.
Kyo was being insufferable.
"Ey, Yagami! You don't mind if I send these around right? I mean look at this shit!."
Iori stopped trying to scowl harder and fell into a serious silence. He calmly placed a flaming teacup back on its saucer, where it melted into a goopy mess.
"... you wanna try to ruin my reputation Kusanagi? Give it a shot. Nobody can ruin a reputation like I can."
Kyo wasn't really listening.
"Look, I just think your fans will appre- ... dude I swear you become a selfie whore when you're drunk. This is great."
"I can really jack you up Kusanagi. Do you wanna try? If we're lucky, I'll even get you disqualified."
"Is that a threat? That's not a good idea y'know. I literally have your nudes hostage."
"Its okay, they already belong to the public domain."
"Oh man-... wait what?"
Iori fixed his rival with a severe stare and punctuated each word.
"I said give me my phone, You. Massive. Cocksucker."
"Tough luck bitchass."
"Then you did this to yourself."
"What are you talki-"
Iori took a deep breath, tossed his head back, and hollered something loudly. Kyo was immediately reminded that Iori was a singer, and really knew how to make his voice travel.
For a moment, everything seemed to go quiet. The room next-door fell mute. Even the clamouring crowd outside went silent. Kyo suddenly became very nervous and looked to his rival. Iori seemed quite satisfied and was almost smiling to himself.
That wasn't good.
"Yagami what the hell did you-"
A couple of things happened at once.
Terry Bogard, who was looking pretty upset up until now, began howling in laughter.
Benimaru burst into the room screaming (sobbing?), "Kyo you asshole! How could you do this to me! Why him of all people, I've been waiting for so long! Why HIM?!"
The crowd outside began roaring.
And Iori, taking advantage of the distraction, plucked his phone from Kyo's hands and scrambled up the wall like some horrible human spider. He punched through the roof panel and disappeared outside.
Iori = Fire Spiderman
red-eye flight = Overnight Flight.
Yag is one of those celebrities who give absolutley no shits.
Just for a second imagine how weird Iori's english accent is?
The line of spanish up there is supposed to mean "eat shit and die" but tbh, you probably guessed it meant somthing like that.
This KOF is located in NYC, America. The main language is english.
I need to work on skeletons... :/
