Kirina's Story

A Street Fighter Fanfiction

By The Headcrook

Legal Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Capcom Entertainment, while Kirina Houshi is my creation. This is basically a side story of Secrets, telling of Kirina's childhood. Seeing as how many writers--Mainly CMK Tac Tician and Lyrix of Azn Ethix--liked the way I created Kirina (at least the rabid R/CL readers haven't killed me yet), I thought that I should write a fanfic based on Kirina's childhood.

In other news, for the Millenium Contest Pageant, I've decided to stop writing it and basically rewrite the whole damn thing, adding more scenes, more judges and more contestants. I'll update soon when I get the chance.

Prologue: Decisions, Decisions

-Hong Kong, five months before the Second Street Fighter Tournament...-

The storm had nearly passed. The former Shadowlaw assassin known as Juli was in the shower, washing off the odor of sweat and sex from several nights before.

'Why am I going this?' she wondered. 'The hell with Shadowlaw and the fact they want me dead! I just want to stay with him.'

'Are you insane?!' her other half of her mind screamed. 'If Shadowlaw finds you and him, they will kill you and take him back to the headquarters.'

Her logic had overcame her reasoning and Juli decided to go forward with the plan. Stepping out the shower, she dried herself off and quickly gotten dressed.

Sighing to herself, Juli opened the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom. There he was, still asleep. A tanned, muscular man of Japanese ancestry with his dark brown hair in disarray.

The former Shadowlaw assassin watched him, her mind telling her that it was for the best, but the previous night's events came back to her. As an assassin, she knew only about pain, not to mention inflicting it. But during the typhoon, however, he had brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure in their lovemaking. He had brought her between heaven and hell.

It scared the hell out of Juli...and she liked it.

But her safety...as well as his...was a priority. Grabbing a sheet of paper from the stationery from the nightstand, she began to write.

'Ryu,

'Sorry for leaving you like this, but this is for the best. You have made me forget my troubles with Shadowlaw and I thank you for that. We have our own paths in life and mine is one that I must walk alone, seeing as how I am being pursued by Shadowlaw, and I don't want you involved in my past, for reasons that I cannot explain.

'You're a good man, Ryu Houshi. Take care of yourself, for my sake.

--Juli.'

She put the pen down and looked over the note. Satisfied with what she wrote, Juli placed her letter beside Ryu. As she turned to leave, she noticed his worn leather fighting gloves on the dresser. Deciding that she needed a reminder of him, Juli picked both of them up and dropped them into her bag.

Picking up the letter from the bed, she added:

'P.S.

I took your gloves as a momento. Hope you don't mind.'

Juli then placed the letter back onto the bed. She bent down and placed a farewell kiss on his cheek and walked out of the room.

Upon leaving the flat, Juli found the taxi she had called earlier was waiting outside for her. Upon entering the vehicle, the cabbie asked her, "Where to?"

"The airport, please," Juli replied.

It would be the last time she would ever see Ryu again.