Disclaimer: I do not own Kinnikuman. Nor do I own the song 'Du Hast' by Rammstein.
A/N: Just felt like making this, because I'm hooked on Kinnikuman right now...:P I'm having problems with the plot bunnies recently, too...
Du
Buffaloman sat alone in the cold, darkened locker room, his large powerful body barely held up by the small wooden bench. He kept his head low and waited patiently for when his name would be called.
Du hast
With each shuttered short breath he took, his chest rose and fell ever so slightly. His eyes remained tightly shut. He was completely calm.
Du hast mich
His large, inky-black gauntlets both weighed at the least about 50 pounds each, but to the gigantic horned man, they were weightless on his arms. He didn't dare to move a muscle. Nothing but silence surrounded him.
Du
du hast
du hast mich
Du
du hast
du hast mich
Then...he heard it...from the stadium arena just above, he could hear the entire 500-strong crwod burst out into cheers and screams...his name had been called...the match was going to begin...
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt
It was time...for him to destroy yet another unfortunate opponent...
Du hast mich gefragt, und ich hab nichts gesagt
Lifting himself up to his feet, Buffaloman's eyes slowly pried open, revealing them to be a bright sunshine-yellow, yet his true personality was anything but. Cracking his knuckles, the edges of Buffaloman's lips began to curve upwards. Veins formed around the black circles that enveloped his eyes.
Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet
treu ihr sein für alle Tage
Slowly, that smirk stretched out into a grin, and shivers of excitement began to break out all over Buffaloman's body. He always loved the tension that came before a match; it sent a rush of adrenaline flowing through him. Of course...
Nein
...He loved watching his opponent writhe in agony so much more.
Willst du bis zum Tod, der scheide
sie lieben auch in schlechten Tagen
With his head high, and his senses craving for violence, Buffaloman made his way out of the locker room, and slowly ascended the stairs, laughing like a madman as he was confronted by the booming shrieks and cries of the huge crowd...all of them rooting just for him. He could tell right away that this was going to be one hell of a wrestling match. The air reeked with the smell of blood and sweat...just the way Buffaloman liked it...
Nein
...He was going to make sure to add his newest victim to his ever-growing collection of deceased Choujin...