NOV 90 $MU

DEC 15 $SNAP

yolo calls btches kek. get those FDs.


New York didn't get exceptionally hot in the summer. The atlantic breeze whistled through the buildings and mitigated the heat of the day. It had rained earlier. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting faint orange light through the dark evening clouds. The streetlamps had turned on, and the sidewalks were still stained with moisture as Benimaru traversed the city.

Several people turned to stare at him as he passed. A car honked at him. It was a limousine full of socialite women. They blushed and giggled when he turned to look at them.

nah…

Benimaru adjusted the collar of his button-down wool coat, then continued walking. He was dressed stylishly. He always was. His agents made sure of that. Besides, he wouldn't be caught dead in anything normal people would wear. He was Benimaru Nikaido, the heir to enormous wealth, the possessor of enormous beauty, the wielder of enormous power.

relatively enormous. Heh, enough to whoop ass… until the quarterfinals- but whatever.

The New York KOF tournaments would begin soon. He had decided he'd walk from his Manhattan hotel to the opening day party's location. Of course, he was arriving fashionably late. Arriving on time or - god help you - early gave off the impression you were desperate. Honestly, It should just be a crime…

Benimaru didn't remember who was sponsoring the Tourneys this year - probably a technology conglomerate. The dot com sector had been outperforming expectations recently and had cash to play with… and what better way to play, then sponsor the most brutal televised sport in history?

The masses sure like their violence… bunch of pheasants. Savages.

Benimaru watched the savages walk past as he strode down the street. The cool breeze played through his long blonde hair. It flowed around delicate, high cheekbones, and framed his face. He briefly stopped to examine his long eyelashes in the mirrored glass panel of a building. He flashed himself a smile before he continued on.

10/10!

He looked good.

He always did. He had poured a lot of time and effort into his appearance, and - needless to say, it had been a great investment. He knew he was gorgeous, so did everyone else… He just wished a certain someone would hurry up and acknowledge it.

so annoying

Unfortunately, that certain someone had an ugly little girlfriend, who, for whatever reason, he remained unmovingly loyal to… little bitch.

Benimaru dipped his head and sighed. He was used to getting what he wanted. Ever since he was young, everything was given to him. Nobody denied the Nikaido heir for fear of his electrifying tantrums. Even now, he was the same.

So when he didn't get Kyo Kusanagi - he threw a tantrum. He set vengeful eyes on the ugly little girlfriend - the root of his troubles. He would steal her away, cause her to become unfaithful, then surely Kyo would leave her… right?

It didn't matter. It didn't work.

Yuki Kushinada wouldn't even glance at him. She politely turned him down at every turn. She blocked his cell, she blocked his social media accounts. She ignored him. Ignored him! She ignored Benimaru Nikaido?! How dare she!

So he threw another tantrum. He mobilized his following. He wound them up and sent them after her. Benimaru knew words could hurt more than bullets. The bitch would break down in a few hours. All would be settled.

But, before the plan came to fruition, Iori Yagami came calling.

… and as with everything, once Japan's favorite screeching psychopath showed up, everything else shut down.

A single 5 minute phone call ended Benimaru's two-year long love crusade. But not only that - Iori really had it out for him. The man had ordered him, like an employee, to publicly fix Kushinada's reputation. Benimaru had been absolutely mortified. He didn't leave his penthouse for a week.

Bastard definitely had a motive… yeah. He's after Kyo too. I'm sure of it!

There had always been rumors floating about. A longstanding, and rather funny, one claimed 'Iori Yagami is only chasing Kyo around because he wants to fuck him.' The gossip was brought to their attention during a post-tourney press conference several years ago. They laughed so hard that Kyo started crying and Iori began coughing up a dangerous amount of blood. He had split his stitches and had to be shipped back to the hospital.

The rumor became something of an inside joke… Iori had his laugh, then tried his best to forgot about it. On the other hand, Kyo was intent on keeping the rumor alive and spent a lot of time saying questionable things to reporters.

It had been a huge, fun, stupid mess… until Iori had nearly killed his rival during a Blood Riot.

After that incident, there wasn't even a hint of tolerance or camaraderie between them. Whenever they were scheduled to fight, the front-row seats were designated to the local fire department and medical personnel. Those battles were among the most vicious ever televised. They had fought like crazed demons.

Amusing theories and rumors were hastily slain and buried in the face of such raw, hateful brutality.

so what happened between them? Are they friends again? I heard they were together in SouthTown during that crazy thing last summer… wait, but why does Yagami care about Yuki? Why did he bother calling me?!

How did Iori know about Benimaru's love quest? There was no way he kept tabs on Yuki's social media. The man hardly knew how to use twitter and regularly flooded his feed with pictures of his own forehead. Idiot didn't even know he was embarrassing himself… so how?

Somehow he's been keeping track of me… He must be! Is he faking his whole social media thing to catch me unawares? He IS obsessive… no. The rumor was actually true!… Yagami's scared I'll steal Kyo away from him! That's it! He thinks I'm competition!

Benimaru exhaled sharply as the rounded the corner. He needed to convince Iori to forget about Kyo. To give up on him… But how? Normally dealing with people was easy. He could either threaten them with his incredible electric powers, or throw money at them until they did his bidding.

Unfortunately, neither of these methods would work on Iori Yagami. Firstly, the man could deep-fry him without lifting a finger. The only people who could put up a real fight against Yagami were: Kyo, K' and … probably Kula. Secondly, Iori was quite wealthy. It wasn't even his family's money either. He just happened to be a ridiculously good musician and got paid absurd amounts of money to scream into a microphone. Additionally, he hardly spent anything and was hopelessly unreasonable. He was essentially bribe-proof.

The only tool Benimaru had left was his brain.

He was smart.

Of course he was, he was Benimaru Nikaido! In all of his private lessons, he always scored full marks. Besides, Kyo had never finished High School, and even he thought Iori was an idiot. For someone who had spent his childhood under the tutelage of the best teachers money could buy, outsmarting that red-headed bimbo would be a cakewalk.

Yeah… I just need to collect some info, then I can orchestrate another master-plan! Yagami thought he knocked me out of the ring with that social media stunt of his… but I'll get him back! And I'll make him look bad in front of Kyo too!

Benimaru realized he was smiling too widely and quickly reverted to a neutral expression for fear of wrinkles. The new, exorbitantly expensive, seaweed cream he was testing promised to erase this problem from his life, but it was better to be safe. Despite his resolution, he couldn't keep a straight face. A small, wicked smile turned the corners of his mouth.

I'm coming for revenge Yagami! Get ready!


This is the Autistic version of "The Mastermind"

Benny vs Chiz. REEEE

This story is sandwiched between 2 other (short) stories. Guess which ones kek.

I'll prob tell u if you ask tho.

Should I tag romance for keks? I think I should.

Benimaru is gey bois