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A/N: Hello, fellow writers and readers. This is my first multi-chapter in The King of Fighters. It's OC centered, but I did my best to stay true to canon and make this storyline believable. I hope you like my character and my story. I also hope that I can convey the ideas well enough, and the story is compelling enough. If nothing else, I promise to do my best, and give you all I got. And here … we … go:

The King of Fighters XIV: The Arrival of Heaven

Back to 1996

"You mean, the legendary 'Riot of the Blood'?"

"Don't worry about us, loser…"

… … …

"Hey, did he … die?"

"Perhaps. He's just that kinda guy."

"But that Yagami is one scary dude!"

"Are you shaking?"

"Yeah, he ain't normal. But, that guy … I mean … he's really tough."

"W-what? I can't see! YAAAH! UNNHHH! GYA ... GWAAAAH!"

"Hey, Yagami, take it easy!"

"Oh my God… I-It's the … 'Riot of the Blood'!"

The sounds of flesh being slashed fill the area…

"GAH! You mean there's nothing we can do?"

"OOOWAAAAAH! Ya-Yagami!"

"GOOOWAAAAAH!"

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A pair of young legs churned and a pair of small arms pumped as an eight-year-old boy sprinted fervently down a path, his ponytail feverishly swaying side to side in the wind. Suddenly, a man's voice called over a two-way radio mounted on the boy's shoulder.

"Master Hiroshi! Master Hiroshi! Please stop!"

Hiroshi replied into the radio mid-stride, his voice breaking as he continued, "Maxwell-sama… please follow me. My tracker is on. Are you in the helicopter?"

"Yes sir, but why did you run off? What's wrong?"

The youngster explained, starting to run faster as he spoke, "It's the same feeling … the same feeling I had that night… Someone's in trouble, Maxwell-sama!"

At that moment, the sound of a helicopter could be heard overhead. Riding inside was a middle-aged with thin moustache wearing a tuxedo, Maxwell. Suddenly, Maxwell picked up a signal on the copter's radar, a unique reading that signified Hiroshi, but that's when he saw something else: a huge heat signature coming right at the young boy!

Maxwell quickly exclaimed, "Master Hiroshi! There's something very large coming towards you, even bigger than an animal. Get out of sight!"

Following the order, Hiroshi quickly ducked in a nearby bush. Iori, still trapped in Riot of the Blood, ran by with blood drenching and falling from his clothes and hands. After a moment, Hiroshi finally climbed out of the bush, only for his eyes to land on the puddles of blood in the path. The stabbing pain over the boy's heart instantly became more severe, causing him to grip his chest.

"What was that, sir?" Maxwell asked in concern.

"I don't know…" Hiroshi replied with difficulty, "but it hurt someone very bad… There's … a lot of blood… Can you see anything ahead?"

Maxwell briefly scanned the radar, and replied, "Let's see… I'm picking up two very faint heat signatures just ahead of you."

"Okay… That must be them."

Hiroshi dug himself out of the brush, and continued on. Soon, Hiroshi came to the path's end at the ruins of a stadium, and saw immediately what he was running toward: two women, one with short brown hair and one with blonde hair, barely clinging to life. Their bodies, their clothes and bodies torn, were vigorously slashed and actively bleeding!

His eyes wide in shock, Hiroshi could only yell out, "Maxwell-sama!! Hurry!!"

Affected by Hiroshi's panic, Maxwell urged the pilot forward, and they quickly landed at the ruins.

Maxwell eyed the scene and could only let a stunned, "Oh my…"

Not wasting any time, Maxwell and Hiroshi rushed to help…

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Vice and Mature were swiftly rushed and treated at a nearby hospital, requiring heavy bandaging and stitching. They were soon hooked up to numerous machines with oxygen masks over their faces. Finally, they ended up lying in beds, perfectly still and comatose. Just outside the room, Maxwell pensively leaned his back against a wall while Hiroshi stared at the two women through the door's window. At that moment, a lady in her mid-thirties named Almeida hurried to them. In truth, she was really a cherub of a woman in appearance with fair skin, blue eyes, and small stature.

"I hurried here as soon as I heard…" Almeida offered as she looked through the door's window, "Are those the two girls?"

"Yes. Master Hiroshi led me to them… He found them just in time."

Just then, a doctor walked up, and added, "Yes, and it's a good thing he did. Any later and they wouldn't have made it. This young man is a hero."

Almeida asked eventually, "They look terrible, Doctor. How bad was the damage?"

The doctor let out a pensive sigh as he explained, "The damage was … to say the least, massive. They had multiple deep lacerations … extensive blood loss … various tissue, muscle, and organ damage. It's a miracle they're even alive now, especially considering the amount of surgery needed."

Maxwell inquired further, "I'm afraid to ask this question, but … what are their chances for recovery now?"

The doctor took a moment before letting out another pensive sigh and explaining, "It's hard to say. It could be months … or years… They may never even fully recover. But, we know that they will be comatose for potentially a long time."

The mood sank even further within the group after hearing the news. Almeida could only drop her head slightly as the seriousness of the situation was evident on her face. Maxwell let out a grunt, and began rubbing his chin as he clenched his teeth, a habit he did in only the most stressful circumstances. Meanwhile, Hiroshi hadn't stopped looking through the window or even taken his eyes off Vice and Mature.

Almeida went on to ask, "So, when are their families coming?"

The doctor dropped another revelation, replying, "Well, that's a whole other problem… We can't find any family for either of them or any information for that matter. All we have are their names: … Vice and Mature."

"But … what does that mean?" Maxwell said, feeling the things were only going to get worse.

The doctor continued, "Unfortunately … if a caregiver cannot be found, we will have no choice … but to release them."

In disbelief, Almeida exclaimed, "What?! But, they won't survive very long if you just let them go."

"Yes, it is unfortunate…" The doctor explained more, "but with no families, they have no insurance. And without insurance, we cannot consistently care for them. As bad as it sounds, we must make room for loyal patients."

Maxwell insisted, "Those two will die if you release them."

"That can't happen…" Hiroshi finally spoke.

Immediately, all three adults stopped and turned toward the youngest member in the discussion.

Not turning his gaze, Hiroshi continued, "That can't happen. It … just can't happen. Maxwell-sama … Almeida-chan… Can't we take care of them?"

"Master Hiroshi?!" Maxwell explained in shock at the suggestion.

Almeida added, "Hiroshi-dear, what are you saying?"

Hiroshi continued in a pleading tone, "Please. Please, can't we take care of them? We definitely have enough to share, and we have enough room. And if you don't want to … then I promise that I will do it!"

Maxwell replied, "Master Hiroshi … I don't know if we can…"

Hiroshi turned to them, and continued adamantly and sorrowfully, "Maxwell-sama, Almeida-chan, please! The doctor said it; they … they are just like me! We can't leave them! We can't let them die! Please!"

Maxwell and Almeida were left speechless after the young boy's plea. Silently, they mentally deliberated and felt torn over the whole situation. They ultimately, however, agreed with the young boy and knew in their hearts that he was right. Then, they looked in his eyes; one of Hiroshi's telling attributes were his expressive eyes. Anyone who wanted to know how he was feeling simply had to look in his eyes, acting literally as the windows to his soul. And this look was a heartbreaker, one with a myriad of emotions wrapped in it. Ultimately, they couldn't resist and could only relent.

Almeida let out an acceptant sigh and said for them both, "… Okay, Hiroshi-dear. We'll take care of them."

Thunderstruck, the doctor exclaimed, "What?!"

Hiroshi ecstatically hugged his guardians while emoting, "Thank you, Maxwell-sama, Almeida-chan. And I promise! I'll take good care of Mature-chan and Vice-chan!"

The doctor waited until Hiroshi entered the room before questioning, "You two can't be serious! This is two lives we're talking about here… You're willing to risk that on the whim of a child?!"

Almeida defend the decision in a motherly tone, "Trust me when I tell you, doctor… that boy is no run-of-the-mill eight-year-old… That Hiroshi of ours is special.'

Maxwell adamantly added in Hiroshi's defense, "What do you care anyway?! You were going to just put them on the street… The boy is right; we can't just let them die alone."

Now, the doctor was the one speechless. He was simply dumbfounded not only by their actions but also their defense of their decision. They were actually going to take two complete strangers! Oddly enough, he was actually moved by this act of kindness, and he couldn't resist it either.

Maxwell, meanwhile, wrote down an address on a card and handed it to doctor, saying, "Can you have them transferred to this address please?"

After reading and recognizing it, the doctor reacted in utter shock, "Wha-what?! That boy lives her?!?! But … that means that he's…"

Maxwell interrupted, answering, "Yes, he is one of them…"

Almeida then asked, "Maxwell… did you hear how Hiroshi referred to those two?"

"Yes. It seems he's taken a liking to them already."

As the two guardians looked at the young boy sitting next to Mature and Vice, Almeida mused, "That's our Hiroshi for you: always open-hearted…"

And so, with some help from Almeida and Maxwell, Hiroshi took care of Vice and Mature, and made good on his promise. He learned exactly what he needed to do, and attended to them faithfully day in and day out, most of it on his own. Above all else, he nurtured them, and dealt with them as he was taught … with the contents of his heart…

Years pass…


Revival and Introduction

Slowly, her eyes flickered open… everything went from dark to bright… Her vision turned from blurry to clear… Conscious now, Vice slowly began to observe her surroundings. For starters, she was in a dimly-lit room with hospital lighting. Her entire body felt inhumanly sore and stiff, but when she went to move, she was realized that she was strapped to the bed by her arms, legs, and chest. Fortunately, she was lying in a soft bed, and a glance to the side revealed Mature lying in another bed right there.

At that moment, someone entered the room. Vice turned her head and immediately met eyes with the unfamiliar face of a fair-skinned woman. Almeida, merely entering to check on the two women, could only freeze, and stared back in wide-eyed shock and disbelief.

Vice demanded in a very hoarse voice, "Who in the he…"

Her voice gave out at that moment. She wasn't even able to finish the sentence, but it was all Almeida needed to hear as she went running out of the room that instant. Moments later, Mature went through the same experience as Vice, slowly coming to in the strange new situation and promptly started looking around. Vice picked up on the movement beside her, and turned her head to see. That's when Vice and Mature's eyes met.

Her voice still rough, Vice forced out, "Mature?"

"Vice?" Mature replied, her voice just as throaty.

"Are we … dead?" Vice wondered aloud.

Mature offered her take, saying, "I don't think being dead would hurt this much."

Vice continued, "Then, if we're not dead … where the h--- are we?!"

Meanwhile, Almeida found exactly who she was looking for: Hiroshi, just as he was entering the hallway.

"Hiroshi! Hiroshi!" she called.

Stopping and turning, Hiroshi asked out of concern after noticing her hurry, "Almeida-chan? What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Coming to a screeching halt in front of him, Almeida exulted, "Yes! They're awake! They're finally awake!"

Hiroshi, shocked and ecstatic at the news at the same time, could manage, "What?! They … They are?!"

Hiroshi and Almeida sprinted back toward the room, no more words needed between them. Back at the room…

"How long do you think we were out?" Mature asked.

Vice quickly replied, "Who knows! But I can't wait to see the guy who …"

Suddenly, Hiroshi burst in the room, and Vice and Mature were met with another unfamiliar face. Standing there was a 14-year-old, his raven-black hair hanging in short bangs down the sides of his forehead and pulled back into a ponytail.

Hiroshi, seeing them looking at him, ecstatically said, "It's true… You're awake! You're both finally awake!"

"Who are you, kid?" Vice asked for the both of them.

"I'm Hiroshi… Hiroshi Amaterasu…"

Recognizing the name, Mature asked, "Amaterasu? You mean as in the 'Amaterasu Financial Conglomerate'."

"The one and only…" Hiroshi offered with a smile.

Vice harshly pushed forward, "Well, now that we know each other… What's going on?! Where are we?! And … Why the h--- are we strapped down?!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Hiroshi apologized as he ran over and quickly started unbuckling Mature and Vice, and explained, "We had to strap you down so you wouldn't get hurt. You both tend thrash rather violently at night. You're in my home on the outskirts of Osaka."

Not waiting, Vice immediately threw her covers off, sat up, and tried to stand. Also immediately, as soon as her feet touched the ground, her legs gave way, and she began to fall. Hiroshi was at her side in a flash, and caught her in his arms, proving reliable.

Slightly concerned, Hiroshi reacted, "Whoa! Take it easy, Vice-chan."

At that moment, Vice saw an opportunity and took it. She viciously bit down on his upper shoulder right near the base of his neck. Catching him off guard, Vice was able to really dig her teeth in and even drew some blood. Despite all of this, Hiroshi definitely didn't have the … typical reaction to such an attack. Much to Vice's surprise, she didn't hear much from Hiroshi or much of anything for that matter. He didn't yell out in pain, call for help, or show surprise … nothing. Incredibly, the look on his face was little more than a pained wince with no fear in sight. He wasn't struggling; he … was enduring.

Too surprised by the odd behavior, Vice released her bite and pushed Hiroshi back, but the inevitable happened as Vice finished falling and hit the floor. Hiroshi took a moment to survey the damage, but, yet again, he had an unexpected reaction. The teenager ran his hand across the bite marks and wiped away the blood … with a smile!

"Wow! You are getting stronger, Vice-chan." Hiroshi subtly exulted.

Hiroshi walked over, lifted Vice into his arms, and placed her onto the bed. That's when Mature realized. Instantly, she shot up and threw the covers off herself.

Mature exclaimed out as she stared in shocked at her prized possessions, "Our legs! What happened to our legs?!"

Hiroshi calmly explained, "Atrophy… That's what happens when you're in a coma for six years."

Vice and Mature reacted with shock, saying in unison, "Coma?! … Six years?!?!"

Later, Vice, Mature, and Hiroshi walked through his mansion … with help of course. Mature and Vice were stationed in a pair of wheelchairs, and Hiroshi pushed them along.

Mature laid the whole scenario in disbelief, "So let me get this straight… You found us in 1996 and you were eight at the time?"

Hiroshi plainly replied, "That's right."

Mature continued, growing more incredulous as she went on, "And now six years later, it is 2002, you're 14 years old … and you're still taking care of us, two complete strangers???"

Hiroshi offered in a matter-of-fact tone, seemingly proud of the actions, "Guilty as charged…"

Vice callously concluded, "Kid … you're insane."

Hiroshi responded only with an innocent chuckle.

Mature concurred, saying quietly to Vice, "Yep, he's nuts."

Hiroshi explained his amusement, "No, it's just that several directors in my company said the same things when they found out about you."

Vice started, "That's another thing…"

Before she could continue, there was something that was eating away at both her and Mature. Though Hiroshi was trying to be helpful, his pushing them around was not going well with them, making them feel somewhat helpless. Just the thought of relying on him or anyone else was disgusting to them, and they wouldn't stand for it if they could. Immediately, they both simultaneously shoved Hiroshi away and started rolling themselves around. Hiroshi, in order to keep up, then walking backward in an odd fashion: more sliding than walking, he looked like he was being pulled backward but was attempting to walk forward; he was moon-walking, rather well in truth.

Unfazed by Hiroshi's unique way of keeping up, Vice continued, "You have one of the richest fortunes in history. You own and operate one of the most powerful companies in the world. You're a friggin' teenager! And you decide to spend all that time and money on two lifeless people you don't know?!?!"

Calmly speaking as if he were walking normally, Hiroshi replied without doubt, hesitation, or regret, "Absolutely…"

Frustrated and almost indignant over how mind-numbing she found the idea, Vice said almost livid, "Man, you're not just insane… You need to be shot!"

Mature, also in utter mistrust, added, "Besides, what made you think we would make any progress?! What made you keep it up?!"

"Well … I didn't…" Hiroshi explained with surprising conviction, "But, in 1998, you both made huge strides: you started breathing on your own; you started eating; and you even started moving around in bed. You came so far, and I thought that if I continued, you would possibly wake up … and it worked!! You're both awake … and alert …and aware. You're even moving yourselves around! The fact that I'm even talking to you right now makes the past six years all worthwhile."

With that, Vice and Mature stopped, and, though out of habit, Hiroshi stopped with small spin, almost as if putting an exclamation on his statement. Nevertheless, the two women were understandably speechless, a lot of different questions left in their minds. They just couldn't fathom what Hiroshi had told them, and even then they didn't know where in their minds to put it. It was just too fantastical and too ridiculous for them. Why would he do such a thing? How could he be so kind? Of all people, why would he choose them? Was he even serious?

They only could look at each other, but then they looked in Hiroshi's face. The look in his eyes was … indescribable. In it was an evident genuineness, an open honesty. There was truth in his eyes. Not only that, the look on his face was joyous; he was genuinely happy to see them up and about.

Vice and Mature at once thought the same thing, "Who is this kid???"

Seeing the conversation going nowhere, Hiroshi explained further, "Listen, please. I know you don't understand; most people don't. But, I wasn't going to let you die. I wasn't going to abandon you. And I would never apologize for helping you or for looking after you … because I don't regret either, and I would do both again. I'll keep doing to if you let me."

Mature crossly retorted, "We don't need your help! We don't want your help!"

Mature braced herself, grabbing the chair's arm rests. She then strained with everything she had, and tried to will her legs to move or show any sign of life. Soon, she was gripping the chair so hard that her arms were started to quake. Despite everything, there was no movement at all.

Frustrated, Mature muttered, "Come on! Move!"

Hiroshi kneeled in front of her out of concern, saying, "Mature-chan, hold on. Please, you just came out of your coma. I don't want you to strain yourself, especially so early."

Mature viciously gripped Hiroshi's throat, and angrily fumed, "Shut up! Stop talking like that. Just shut up!"

Mature intensified her hold, increasing to a vice-like grip (in more ways than one). Hiroshi again didn't struggle, scream, fight back, or even raise his hands. He simply took it. Frustrated all around, Mature released him and slumped back in her chair.

Hiroshi, though a little hoarse at first, continued to entreat them, "Mature-chan, Vice-chan, I know this is all a little much, and I realize you may think I want something from you, but that's not true. I just want you to get better. I also know you probably want to leave, and I understand that, but … please allow me to help you one last time. At least, let me help you walk out of here on your own two feet…"

The two women could only look at each other. In truth, they had no real alternative, and they had no real choice. They finally agreed to the offer for help … through silence.

Hiroshi accepted, "Great! We'll start right away."

That was where it began, and the next day, Hiroshi helped them start the long process of muscle training and rebuilding. The physical rehab consisted mostly of tedious and repetitive exercises to shake off years of atrophy and deterioration. It was bitter work full of frustration and slow progress. Through it all, Hiroshi remained a devoted and faithful supporter. Meanwhile, Vice and Mature had other plans…

For them, Hiroshi's benevolence and kindness were just plain unnatural, and his amiable nature was near abominable. Therefore, them accepting it just couldn't be countenanced. So, they hatched a plan: they decided that after they had the ability, they would kill Hiroshi. Ultimately, Vice and Mature became mobile once again after a year's time…


Unlikely test of will

Vice struggled to put her crimson vest back on, moving very slowly and really stiff. Just then, someone noticed her effort, and stopped to help her.

"Let me help you with that, Onee-chan." The now 15-year-old Hiroshi said as he came into the room.

Vice irritably snapped at him as he slipped the rest of her vest onto her, "How many times do I have to tell you… Stop calling me that!!"

Hiroshi replied with an innocent smile, "Sorry. I guess I can't help myself."

Vice shot him a threat as she buttoned up her vest, "Well, you better start … before I help you!"

Hiroshi paused for a moment but pushed the comment aside and said, "Food will be ready shortly. I made something just for you."

Vice didn't respond as Hiroshi departed. Moments later in the kitchen, Mature sat at the table, the nearby stove literally bubbling with activity from active pots, when Hiroshi entered.

Hiroshi quickly visited the food he had cooking, acknowledging Mature's presence, "Ah, there's my other onee-chan."

"Again with that name? You're really assuming a lot, kid."

His back turned to her, Hiroshi replied as he tended to the boiling pot he had on the stove, "I don't mean to assume. I guess I just really enjoy your company after all this time."

Vice finally made her way into the kitchen, and sat at the table. Mature, at once, gave a nod, a gesture that Vice picked up on immediately. Hiroshi was preoccupied with his back turned; now was the time, the perfect time to strike. Mature slowly crept up behind him, and gently wrapped her arms around his neck. Hiroshi smiled as he thought it was a simple show of affection, and let it go… a mistake to say the least. Slowly, she applied pressure like a python around prey until she had him with full strength, applying a chokehold. As he normally did, Hiroshi didn't protest, but this time was different. Soon, he began losing consciousness. Mature could feel him slipping away … but something truly unexpected happened next.

Mature actually started to lose her nerve! She began to find it harder and harder to go through with the deed, and her body soon followed as her power and will slowly slipped. Her grip loosened. Her arms started to recede. Her body began to shake. Finally and incredibly, she released her hold! Hiroshi fell to his knees in front of the stove as he gasped for air, coughing and clutching his neck. Needless to say, both women were at a loss.

They could only look at each other in bewilderment. They couldn't figure it out. Mature couldn't remember backing off a victim before. Was it the atrophy? Could it be something else?

"What was that?!" Hiroshi said in as incredibly hoarse voice, clutching his throat as he rose to his feet.

Thinking quickly, Mature replied, "Uh, sorry, kid. I got … carried away."

The teenager looked up at her and tried to gauge her, unsure of what to think. Ultimately…

"Don't worry about it, Mature-chan." Hiroshi offered.

With that, Hiroshi wiped his hands on a nearby cloth, and resumed cooking. Mature took her seat as Vice silently wondered what happened, and she could only shrug. Hiroshi quickly grabbed their attention as he started plating. He took a dish out of the oven, place one item on a plate and spooned some content of a nearby pot over it; he took a portion out of another pot, plated it, spooned a portion from a third pot and placed it on the second plate. He finally scooped up both plates and placed them in front of Vice and Mature.

After a moment, Vice exclaimed, "What is this crap?!"

Hiroshi promptly described what he prepared, "Oh, Vice-chan, you have a roasted sirloin steak with Japanese Plum sauce, and Mature-chan, you have Chicken Tikka Masala with Curry Rice… I hope you like it."

The two women slowly looked over the meal placed in front of them. It did look good, and it did smell good, but they weren't about to tell the kid that. They didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Slowly, they tasted it … and it tasted good too, excellent in fact! It didn't hurt that he made from their favorite foods either. Again, they had no intention of letting Hiroshi know, but they did keep eating.

"How is it, shimai? Do you like it?" Hiroshi eagerly asked.

Vice and Mature didn't respond, not wanting him to think he did something they liked. Hiroshi smiled anyway. They didn't have to say anything; he could tell simply by the fact that kept eating without pause. He knew they liked it, and was just glad he made something they enjoyed. As he started cleaning up, Hiroshi turned his attention to something else, a lingering concern of his.

"I know you're probably tired of me asking, but … can you remember anything new? Anything like … what happened to you?"

Vice and Mature paused momentarily as they scoured their minds. This was another effect of the coma: they had lost the majority of their memory. They remembered they were a team and they were assassins, but not much else. They didn't know who they worked for, why they took that path, or even if they were working towards something. They hadn't told Hiroshi anything. Their most vibrant memory … was of how they ended up where they did. They weren't sure if it was the food or not, but … they were going to let Hiroshi in on that bit of their memory.

Mature nonchalantly started, "What happened to us…?"

Vice and Mature said in unison with evident malice, "… Iori Yagami."

Suddenly, a shot of electricity rushed through Hiroshi's body. The first thing to hit him was surprise, the surprise that what he hid from that night was actually a person, not an animal. Then, he felt himself agitated by the whole thought; the viciousness, the betrayal, the general disregard for life… Subconsciously, Hiroshi's fist tightened the more he thought about it.

"Your old teammate, Iori Yagami…" Hiroshi finally said, "Something needs to be done about him."

That sentence made both Mature and Vice stop. Slowly, they turned to him, noticing the hint of anger in his voice.

Abruptly remembering something, Hiroshi quickened his pace and said, "Oh, speaking of Iori… This year's tournament finale is in a few minutes. I better hurry!"

"Hey!" Vice called out, causing Hiroshi to recognize her, "Leave the food."

Pleased by the reminder, Hiroshi said with a smile, "Thanks… I'll see you guys later."

Hiroshi ran out of the room, just as Almeida was coming in.

Mature asked more out of annoyance than curiosity, "What's with him?"

Almeida simply replied, "Oh, just the King of Fighters Tournament. Hiroshi has been an avid fan ever since seeing the first when he was six; he's never missed one."

The final match over, Hiroshi walked through the mansion toward his room when suddenly something stopped him… He was having that feeling again, only this one much different and much worse. An intense, crippling pain shot through and grasped his heart. An agonizing migraine soon followed, clutching his head. Hiroshi soon fell against a nearby wall, clutching his chest and clenching his eyes shut in utter torment. At that moment, Vice and Mature happened to pass by, and stopped when they noticed the teenager's plight.

Vice asked, though not really caring, "Hey, kid, what's wrong with you?" Are you feeling alright?"

Obviously struggling, Hiroshi could only muster, "N-No…"

Hiroshi's vision soon became blurry. His body gradually became weaker and even started to tremble slightly. Unable to stand it anymore, Hiroshi finally collapsed to the floor. Unsurprisingly, Vice and Mature offered him no help; they just watched him writhe in pain, actually enjoying his suffering. Fortunately, Maxwell happened by, and came upon the scene.

"Master Hiroshi! Master Hiroshi!" Maxwell fearfully exclaimed as he ran to the teenager's side before he asked, "What happened to him?"

Mature callously replied, "Nothing. We were just walking by, when he just passed out."

Taking out a radio, Maxwell said, "Almeida, I need you here quick! Master Hiroshi is in trouble!"

Some time and a large rush of others later, Vice and Mature waited outside of Hiroshi's room, leaning against the adjacent wall. Finally, Maxwell emerged.

"So, what happened? Is the kid alive?" Mature asked.

Maxwell replied with concern evident all over his face, "Fortunately, yes … but he's still violently ill. Usually, master Hiroshi rarely gets sick, but he's had this illness before … once."

With that, Maxwell departed. That's when Vice turned to Mature…

"My turn…" Vice quietly announced.

Slowly, Vice slid through the door in Hiroshi's cool, dark room. At the far end sat a large bed, and there laid an uneasily sleeping Hiroshi, his hair matted against his head and strewn every which way, sweat evident on his forehead. Vice quietly made her way over, and slinked onto the bed until she sat astride his waist. Despite being ill, Hiroshi's body was oddly giving off pleasant, comfortable warmth, enough that even Vice had to make note of it. In position now, Vice wrapped her hands around Hiroshi's neck and gradually tightened her grip. She focused in on the moment, the feeling of his throat relenting under her pressure and slowly collapsing. She was enjoying the stranglehold until…

Just like Mature earlier, Vice suddenly found it harder and harder to finish Hiroshi off! Incredibly, she even started to lose it. Her grip loosened. Her hands started to recede. Out of frustration, she gripped even tighter only for it to loosen again. Finally, she can to the same result as Mature. She released her hold, and promptly started seething. She grit her teeth, clenched her teeth, and let a low groan…

As Vice exited the room, Mature inquired, "So … is he?"

Vice responded by angrily punching a hole in the wall.

Vice raged, "This is … impossible!"

Vice and Mature were really at a loss. Not just one but both of them losing their nerve? This whole situation was even more unreal than before. It was a bewildering series of events for the two women. Of all the questions they had, one question stuck out for both of them… Who is this kid?!?!

End Chapter

A/N: There you have it. Some notes: the entire first part is taken from the Yagami Team's 1996 ending, 'onee-chan' means 'older sister', and 'shimai' means 'sisters'. The second chapter will be coming soon. I hope you liked it, and that you come back for me. Please R&R, and, as always, Rant, Rave, and Review.