Disclaimer: Street Fighter, along with Sakura Kasugano, belongs to Capcom. I don't own that character. I do own Mickey, however.

Wanted to have a different, more charismatic world warrior in Street Fighter. One with interesting origins. Hope y'all enjoy. Thank you for reading. As always, be excellent to each other. Later days. :) P.S.: Also for any Spanish readers, if there's something wrong with Mickey's final phrase, lemme know.

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The calm, soothing blue hue of the sky is broken by clouds. The cool breeze meets the rolling hills of verdant green grass. It's a lovely day in the Japanese countryside. A day for many things, including a time to take a nice nap.

A young man relaxes on one of the hills as a straw hat covers his face. He is dressed in comfortable summer wear. Comfy shorts, an amusing Hawaiian shirt, and – for some odd reason – crocs paint the man out to be a charming figure. The atmosphere's serene and relaxing. Until…

Footsteps.

The man hears footsteps nearby, never moving a muscle. It lasts for about a couple seconds until the footsteps stop. The young man finally speaks up, his voice muffled under the hat.

"Lovely day for a nap, isn't it?"

The figure suddenly steps closer. The man hears the voice of a young, eager woman...

"It's not bad, actually. I love days like this. Don't you?"

The man chuckles. "Don't we all, my friend? Uhh, I'm beat," the man murmurs.

The young woman softly giggles. "Well, I suppose if you're tired," asks the woman, "I might be a bit too late for a tiny request."

The man turns to the young woman, his hat still covering his face. "Depends on the request. And no, I will not fight you."

"Darn it!" The woman giggles. "At least I tried, huh?"

The young man takes the hat off his face as he lets out a long yawn. Opening his eyes, he sees the young woman for the first time.

The short-haired brunette is dressed in an interesting outfit. A frilly pleated skirt, a funky tie, and a fashionable vest/shirt pairing with a long headband. He spots her matching gloves with very familiar writing. The young woman smiles as the man sits straight up.

"Wait… I know you," the man says, recognizing her. "Yeaaaah..."

Surprised, the woman blushes. "Really?"

She heard stories of this new Street Fighter before. He was known to be charismatic and a bit weird, but highly skilled for someone with a...'unique' fighting style. The man rubs some grass off his tan skin, his lightly tousled brown hair swaying in the wind with a smile on his face. He looks a bit older than she is, but his odd blue eyes carry a ton of wisdom for someone his age.

"You're that eager fighter Ryu sometimes talks about," the man explains. "Umm, I forgot your name, though. Sorry 'bout that. I'm Michaël, but Mickey's more than fine."

The young woman looks shocked by his words, humbled by her mentor favourably mentioning her.

"Don't worry, it's okay," the woman says with a smile. "I'm Sakura."

Michaël 'Mickey' Villanueva takes a moment to stretch as Sakura Kasugano curiously tilts her head. "Got an interesting name. What's your story?"

"I'm German and Spanish. Mexican, though. On my Ma's side. As you can tell, I ain't from around here," Mickey answers, admiring the view of the hills.

Sakura does a bit of a sassy stance, holding her hands on her hips. "Hehehe, obviously. I bet the trip here lasted a while, huh?"

Mickey shrugs his shoulders with a knowing smirk. "Something like that. I'm more of a...traveller searching for something. I might look broke, but I ain't broke." Sakura laughs as he notices her gloves once more. "Interesting writing on those gloves."

Ever-eager to talk about Ryu, Sakura takes notice, showing one of her gloves. "You think so, huh? Ryu's just the coolest. He's such a good fighter!"

"Don't I know it..."

"Wait, you do?" Sakura sits down, putting her small bag on the grass.

"Yeah, fought the guy. He beat me and it was kinda close, I guess." Mickey rubs his head while he smiles. "He's a weird guy."

"Weird, huh?" Amused by his lack of self-awareness, Sakura smirks, shaking her head. "How?"

"It's like…every time we exchanged blows, he brought out a side of me I never knew I had. It was frightening but exciting."

Sakura smiles as the two fighters share a bit of quiet time. "I've always wanted to be his disciple. I still do. I can be someone more than just a young university student, y'know?"

Mickey stands up, brushing off bits of grass from his shorts. "Fighting is your life, huh?"

Sakura nods. "Yeah..."

"Why?"

Sakura looks at Mickey with a confused look. "Why do I fight?"

He nods as she stands up, facing her new acquaintance.

"I fight because I want to push myself. In mind, body, and spirit." Sakura says, focusing on her one of her gloves. Her hand balls up into a fist. "I want to fight. I want to protect Ryu and others. I want to prove myself to them. I wanna be the best."

Sakura looks up to see Mickey collect his hat, putting it on. "Huh." He chuckles before staring intently into the young woman's eyes.

"Well, if that's the case…" Mickey closes his eyes as he hums a melodic tune.

Suddenly, Sakura steps back in surprise as the wind around the fighters intensifies. The grass shifts wildly as light blue wisps of energy envelop Mickey's body. Ending the power-inducing tune, he opens his eyes, releasing his energy. A massive pulse rips through the hills as Sakura takes a step back.

Mickey steps back and motions Sakura over as his eyes glow. His hands are glowing with sound-based energy.

"Probarte a ti mismo, Sakura Kasugano."

He shifts into his fighting stance. Sakura's eyes widen with glee as she prepares herself. The two new friends smile at each other as they begin to fight.

The End... Or is it?