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Well, this fic is dedicated to a friend of mine. His name is Mark. I don't know how to spell his last name, and I'm sure as hell ain't gonna screw it up. He looks JUST LIKE Ash Crimson. 'Cept Mark's hair is black, and he doesn't wear a beret. That's the only difference! Anyway, don't get offended over this fic. PLEASE don't. It's not meant to be offensive at all. I just thought it'd be very fun to write because later on it gets better. I'm sure of this. Oh yea, I don't own Ash Crimson or any other KOF fighters who show up, or their moves. But I do own all my originals like Kong, Shinigami, Rez, Motigumo, and any others.

This Is The Way We Walk

Well, it was one of those utterly perfect days. The days that you get the feeling are full of magic, and aren't even real. The sun was shining brightly, but wasn't baking people, either. The waves were flowing peacefully, crashing against the peer. The water that was being swept into the air was salty, but the air was accompanying it with a light, sweet samba behind it. The sky was a serene blue, which could calm and captivate the most nervous. It just called out to one, so boldly and strong. On days like these what do you do?

Well, this particularly perfect day was taking place in Ocean City, Maryland. The powerful meca of summertime fun down in Maryland. We seek out, here in this beauty of a location, a guy just cruising the boardwalk, as any other local would be doing. He wore no shirt under his dark gray trench, and some super wide legged camo pants, that had many zippers and looping straps and resembled bondage pants, but weren't. His vibrant red hair glowed in the sunlight, as he rushed through the crowd, working the boardwalk. His boots clonked louder than anyone's shoes, as he was rushing off to the particular goal he had been seeking since he got there…

Thrashers. For those who don't really venture to Ocean City, Thrashers' board walk fries are a treat for you mouth and stomach. I don't know how, but those things are SOOOOO good. Anyway, this is where he was headed, and he got a large bucket, which is about as big as a regular bucket, really. He sat on a bench, eating his fries peacefully, until the seagulls began bullying him. He threw some fries to them, having to do so every once in a while. As he turned his attention towards the seagulls, a hand reached in his bucket, and he quickly whipped around to see who it was.

"Umm, 'Scuse me… if you want some fries, just ask." Exclaimed the young man with bright red hair that fell around his face.

The person who was next to him had an odd voice, which went on with "Oh… sorry about that. Let me introduce myself. My name is Ash. Yours is?"

The young man replied casually "Oh, me? I'm Kong. Kong Cacoata. So, you like the bright sunshine?"

Ash flipped his hair out of his eyes, and took some more fries, giggling lightly "Yes, I really do… it's been a while since I've had a vacation. What about you?"

Kong sat back in his seat a little, thinking about throwing his arm around Ash, not knowing Ash is a guy. "Vacation also. My dad and his friend are trying to pull through an allied military deal. I can't believe you're out here alone."

Ash sighed a little "Well, sometimes it's just that way."

Kong had himself a few more fries, and noted "A young lady alone just ain't right…"

Ash gave a big laugh, telling him "What are you talking about? I'm a guy, silly…"

Kong was done from there on. He turned the other way on the bench, stuffing his mouth full of fries. He looked up at the sky to calm his now shaken nerves. The sky really was beautiful in the afternoon. Baby blue swirled with orange and pink, to create a flavor of color hardly imaginable in taste, smell, and maybe comprehension for the unimaginative. He closed his eyes and took in the sweet and salty scent in the air, which got him craving saltwater taffy. Then the voice from before had become small and depressed.

"I'm sorry for being a guy."

Kong turned back to Ash, and said in a soft, understanding tone "It's alright, Ash. Listen, I'll teach you how to be manly!"

As soon as he had said 'teach you how to be manly' a hand was already whooshing through the air. When he finished his sentence, he was left tasteless, his jaw stinging like an punishment that was odd and cruel. He had been slapped before, but never like that. He rubbed his cheek, and gave a slight sigh. He had been rejected an offer, which was normal, but it was almost never sealed with an exclamation point like that. After half a minute flew by, Ash was the first to speak.

"I'm… sorry. I didn't mean to take offense and smack you like that. Sure… let's give it a try. But it' now promising anything." noted Ash, in a downtrodden fluster.

Kong laughed happily "Alright! Let's get going!" and he grabbed Ash's hand, and jumped off the bench, pretty much yanking Ash off with him.

They first traveled to one of the random stores on the boardwalk around the arcades. It was pretty much rap star clothes. Yea, Ash tried almost all the gangsta-ware in the store. After seeing all of it on Ash, Kong decided not to even try letting Ash look like that. Eventually they find a look for him. You'll find out later, though.

End of Ch. 1

Well, it might be short, it might not, but I like it, and that's all that matters. I know, odd stopping place, but I have to look for some really good clothes for Ash to be trying on. So, so far, what do you all think. Thunder and Red, don't even laugh. DO NOT. Ok… maybe a little…

Da Fuzz '05 (Licking Pennies)