A/N: I've been doing too many Fire Emblem fanfics, so I decided to swing in a whole new direction.

I decided that I'm finally ready to write a Soul Calibur fanfic.

GASP, yes, this is a total shock to even me, since I only got Soul Calibur II last Christmas and I didn't really start liking it until just last summer, so I'm actually still pretty new to the franchise. So, until I can think up a proper title, this shall be known as:

The Stupidest Thing Ever

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Chapter One : Seung Mina's Dress

Why, oh why, did Seung Mina choose to dress in that ridiculous maternity dress?

Was she pregnant? Was she not? Who even knew?

I bet you somebody would go up to her one day and say, "Seung Mina, what in your subconcious told you that wearing that would make you not look like you're four months pregnant?"

And she would answer with a hesitant, "...I'm not sure," or something along those lines. Then she would stare at them for a few moments and then walk away as if trying to forget it ever happened.

So she was puttering around the Seung Dojo one morning in her pajama-esque whatever (A/N: Think... maternity dress, but without the pink part and the red bow.), rubbing her eyes of sleep, and she went to fetch the newspaper on the front lawn.

"But nameless author, I thought they were in the sixteenth century!" whines some nerd who actually cares. "They didn't have newspapers back then!"

"Oh well!" replies the author nonchalantly, then continues with the fanfic.

There were no interesting headlines, so she looked over her shoulders and then giggled giddily as she ripped the comics from under the pile of papers. Even if she was twenty-three, she still enjoyed reading the Sunday comics, and always made sure to take them so that that schmuck Yunsung didn't get them when he woke up.

She trotted back to her room to engross herself in the Funky Winkerbean and Garfield, and perhaps skim over the cross-word puzzle to see if she knew anything in it. And, oh! the Andy Capp!

It was about an hour later that Yunsung woke up, his hair orange and bright as the morning sun. He yawned loudly, blinking to adjust to the light wherever he was, since the author has yet to reveal his whereabouts. Let's say he was out to fetch the rest of the papers that Mina had left out there.

As he flipped through the various pages, he noticed that (gasp!) there were no comics. Were the publishers pulling his leg? Were there no comics that Sunday?

He was confused. But that was mostly because he was still sleepy and oblivious to most of the world.

Except he wasn't oblivious to himself. Or the papers. Because he wanted the comics, darnit!

There's only one other person who reads the comics in the Dojo! he reasoned, then wadded up the papers and threw them at a harmless bystander, who promptly screamed and ran away. "Seung-"

"Yunsung! I don't want to use the broom again!" shouted Han Myong, who stood at the doorway with a broom ready at hand.

Yunsung sputtered for a moment. "Buh... I meant... I'll get the paper, sir!" With that, he ran off to retrieve the paper, that was being chewed up by a stray dog. "Shoo!" But his attempts were futile, since the dog was starving and it decided it would like a taste of some Yunsung that morning.

Meanwhile, Seung Mina was still enjoying her comics, now at their breakfast table. She had long given up on the cross-word puzzle, for every answer eluded her so. But she was now switching between reading Peanuts and Garfield.

Han Myong walked back into the room, set the broom down leaning on the doorframe, and sat down to drink some coffee.

"Yunsung threw the paper away again," he said.

"Oh," replied Mina.

"Yup. You know, he's starting to take advantage of the fact that we let him stay here," grumbled the man, taking a deep sip of his coffe. Which was BLACK and full of coffee grinds. He immediatly spit it up, all over the comics page.

Mina dropped the comics in disgust and fear that the coffee would stain that half of her maternity dress. "Ah! Dad!" she said.

"Who made this coffee?" he asked, enraged.

"I think it was like, a week ago that it was my turn to make coffee for a week," she said, getting a paper towel to soak up the mess. "Yunsung's shift started two days... ago..."

As they looked at each other, since that random trailing off effect doesn't work all that well when I'm trying to do it, Yunsung bolted through the door and quickly shut it. Growling and barking could be heard on the other side.

"Yunsung! I'm going to kick you out if you can't make decent coffee and remember to clean the filter!" shouted Han Myong, so ready to use that broom right now. In fact, he set down his 'Foxy Grandpa' mug and marched right over to the broom and picked it up. The orange-haired... uh... boy cringed. "Out! OUT! Get out of my dojo!"

"AAAAAH!" screamed Yunsung, which would sound really annoying if it was the English guy voicing Yunsung. He jumped out a random open window and made a break for it.

To think, this whole mess started over my 3p outfit, thought Seung Mina, shaking her head and sighing.