Nothing to Lose: SVC Style
(A/N: taps on your computer screen Me again and howdy to all you readers. Nothing much to say but that this is just a continuation of my last story found on the Street Fighter category. This take place after the end of that story (even though it isn't finished yet) and onward to the beginning of SVC: Chaos or SNK VS Capcom. There some slight changes to the rules of that game here though but I'll be covering that in the story, speaking of which, am keeping you from. So get along little doggie. Oh first disclaimers: Street Fighters and anything related is Caps, King of Fighters and all that is theirs is SNK. All right go on. What are you reading this for? Go to the story! Stop reading this already! Oh am still writing this, aren't I? O-o;; Sorry I leave to the story. GAH! I CAN'T STOP WRITING THE A/N! Oh wait yes I can. Must…get…to…story!)
Prologue:
The Millennium Fight of 2001 has come to an end and the people who competed now go back to their ordinary lives (or anything close to it). Of these participants was a young high schooler named Shorty Caka, sent to Japan (which is the setting of both stories BTW) in a ploy by her school to get the tomboy out of their hair without resulting to anything drastic, you know the old "Bart Simpson goes to Paris" trick. It seemed like a boring trip at first…until she met Sakura, a native of Japan who just happened to be a street fighter like herself also in high school. Needless to say the trip turn out to be anything but boring afterward. Now she and Rich, a friend from her hometown who came to watch her, are headed home. But something inside Shorty tells her adventures are just beginning.
Midnight, somewhere in an unpopulated forested region of Japan.
All was quiet, not a peep from much of anything with the exception of the standard owl and crickets. Darkness covered much of the land that the full moon couldn't light and it seemed to be an un-eventful night.
A slight wind blew through the air, swaying the trees slightly. Seemed like nothing at first just the forces of nature at work. But pretty soon the air being to pick up, turning the gentle breeze into a violent shudder, rocking branches and causing any birds residing in them to take flight.
Good thing to as a powerful force tore through the area. Blowing away surrounding trees in the area to nothing but toothpicks. More blasts followed accompanied by flashes of lights and earthquake styled rumbles. Dusts bellowed from these strange anomalies. But just as quickly as they started, they stopped just as suddenly. A quiet filled the area and everything continued on as if nothing happened. Crickets continued on with there chirping and the wind, the real wind, swirled around the many remaining trees. However there was one new sound to add to this concert of nightfall: heavy breathing.
As the dust cleared, a brown haired figure wearing a white tattered karate gi with a black belt around his waist, red armband son his wrists and a red ribbon wrapped around his head stood. Sweat dotting his flesh and fatigue creeping into his system; it was plain to see that the young man had been worked. His will was strong though as was his strength, experience through much tougher battles had a way of doing that to you and right now he was calling on every fiber to keep him standing.
"So is the great Ryu running out of steam?" A voice chimed out opposite of him. Another figure emerged from the cloud of dust, this one wearing a black leather vest, a white shirt underneath it with matching leather pants. Black finger-less gloves around his hands and a white headband circling his hairline, he too looked as if he had been through the wringer. But just as his now named opponent, he wasn't going to let it slow him down anytime soon.
A grin came the man's face as he casually strolled toward Ryu while readjusting his glove "We've barely even pulled any punches yet. Don't tell me that little dance wore you out?" Ryu just stretched his legs before straighten up, meeting his opponent face to face "Don't worry Kyo, you'll be kissing the ground soon enough. The earth in no rush to meet you again." The man called Kyo just scoffed at this sentence "Heh, so Mr. Serious has jokes. 'Bout time you lighten up, thought I was fighting another Iori."
"Guess being around you and my friend, Ken Masters, can do that to you." Ryu said as he got into a fighting stance " So ready to finish what was started at the Millennium Fight?" Kyo response was to light a small flame in the palm of his hand. He closed it, his hand suddenly coming ablaze with fire. "Fan the flames, dude."
"This is the captain speaking, our flight from Japan to the United State with a brief layover in China is now well underway. We'll be experiencing a little turbulence here and there. But it nothing too serious, so there no need to panic. We'll be serving food in just a few along with the start of out in-flight movie. Our specials today are the cultures of the land: Raman, Sushi served raw, and fresh squid. Thank you for flying Panda Airways and hope you enjoy your flight."
"UrGgGgG! Easy for him to say." Rich, an African American boy around the age of 14, groaned as he stood over a toilet. Wiping his mouth as he tried to stand up "My first time flying and I find out am air sick. Talk about learning something new everyday." Just then the plane bobbed for a moment sending his stomach into another round of somersaults "Oh -burp- I just brought out breakfast and dinner was at that victory party. So this must be…" It was then that his contents made it way to freedom.
BAM! BAM! BAM! "Hello whoever in there, can you finish up your business. That fresh Squid wasn't really all that fresh. Tasted like slugs entering my mouth." A tourist on his way back to the mainland stated outside the restroom door. There was an even louder retching sound coming from within the confines of the toilet room, but the outsider paid it no mind just as he had the others. "C'mon buddy I really gotta go here. I won't be accused of being a stink bomb!" The door came open and a very groggy boy wearing a Fat Albert designed jersey and blue jeans staggered out of the restroom, glaring at the tourist. "It…all…-burp-….yours." he said in a grave voice.
"Finally, out of my way!" The tourist pushed the boy out of the way and rushed inside, locking the door shut. One second later a scream was heard from within, Rich just smiled as straighten himself up saying to himself "Oh did I forget to clean up my mess. My bad. Where are my manners? Heh heh." Another bob of the plane "OoooOOOooohhh burp."
Rich regained his bearing and started down the aisle toward his seat. However more bounces of the plane didn't make things easy often time causing him to stumble to the ground or into occupied seats, one of his trips landing on a very huge (and I emphasis "huge") dude wearing a pink leopard leotard with chain around his waist like a belt.
As the man looked down toward the person who bumped into him, the boy couldn't help notice his unkempt black hair which moved as if it had a life of its own. The guy's chiseled face didn't show any emotion but the low growl that the boy heard was message enough. "Heh, s-sorry." Rich said nervously as he got to his feet and started to back away. The huge man started to make a motion for the boy but a woman dressed like a dominatrix quickly stopped him "Down Hugo, down. Still mad about losing the tournament huh?" she said in a New York sounding accent. "Well normally I let pound the little shrimp to let out all yous anger. But this isn't the place, save those big guns for something better." Hugo let out another growl but stayed in his seat muttering "K' Poison." in a deep voice. The woman turned toward Rich "Yous lucky this time squirt. Better get a move on before I change my mind and unleash my champ on you."
Rich just looked at them strangely then continued. Halfway to his seat he past a stewardess giving out food to a certain section, she noticed him and held up a Ramon cup. "Sir would you like a…"
"NO!" Rich almost shouted, drawing attention of almost the entire plane. " –Ahem- No thank you, nothing for me" he said more calmly out of embarrassment. The stewardess nodded her head and went back to serveringthe other passengers, though she warily glanced at Rich every once in awhile.
Rich just sighed and went on. WHAP! Something struck the side of his head, almost sending him back to the floor. Rich immedently got up and looked around, seeing no sign of the attacker. He then turned his attention on the floor for the object but this too showed up nothing. "What the…?" He muttered "I know I didn't imagine that. What hit me?" CLUNK! Another something hit the side of his head causing the sore to get bigger. "Who…is…doing that!" But no answers came as he did another search not to mention more people giving him weird looks. Rich just frowned while rubbing his head and went forward…right onto a soda can. "IIIIIIIEEEEEE!" he screeched as he landed on his back. Along with his messed up stomach and throbbing head, a hurt back pretty much completed the clockwork.
Dazed, Rich laid there for moment waiting for the pain to stop. He opened his eyes for a minute to see if the world had stop spinning and caught an odd sight. The soda can he had slip on was…floating in the air, wavering over him. Then the tap suddenly opened, the can titled, and a slip of Coke splashed onto his face.
Rich jumped up with a start, wiping the liquid off him. The same stewardess from before approached him "Sir, am going have to ask you to sit down. You're disturbing the other passengers." Rich just looked at her wide eyed "Did you just see…a floating soda can just now." The stewardess give him another look, you know the one saying "Is this guy crazy?" Rich caught on and just shook head "Eh heh, my imagination. Probably a delusion from my fall happens all the time.
Rich just groaned from that sentence and whap himself on the head, only to get another sting of pain from his sore. "AUGGGGIIII…I'll just sit down now." He told her after seeing that look, even more frightful then before on her face again. As he turned around and spotted his seat from view, he heard giggling from his right. Rich shifted his attention that way and found it was coming from a young boy in all orange clothing with a hat to big for his head. In his lap was a bowl full of Ramen and in his hand was a cola drink, some of the liquid sliding down the can. The boy didn't seem to begiggling now or any trace that he was doing it, just mindfully enjoying his lunch. Rich gave a odd look, "I know I heard something" he muttered, " Maybe am going crazy like that dude from the Twilight Zoneepisode."
"Nah just hit your head onmy floating can. Sorry about that." A childlike voice answered the question out of nowhere IN HIS HEAD. Rich's eyes bludged from the sudden response and looked back at the boy. He was still attending to his lunch but now looked as if he was holding back from laughing out loud.
"…." Was all Rich could say as he turned and half walked/half ran to his seat.
This was looking to be a long flight.