[Disclaimer] I do not own "The King of Fighters" or "Street Fighter"! All of the credit goes to SNK and Capcom, okay? Must I always say that?
[Author's Note] Sorry about any typos and other writing errors.
(Chapter Three – No Joke, the Love Has Spoken)
Kyo's point of view: It was now the next day, and soon as I woke up, my date with that gorgeous, ninja girl was the first thing that came to my mind; well, that and thanking God for even waking me up to see another day. I brushed my teeth, took a shower, did my hair, and even sprayed some cheap cologne on myself. Yeah, I was good to go. After I put on one of my fancy jackets, I checked the time, and it was now 4:55 PM. We planned to meet each other at the Food Fight restaurant at 5 o'clock, so I had to get moving. I put on my helmet and jumped on my motorcycle, revving it up before I speeded down the street.
Ibuki's point of view: I arrived at Food Fight around 4:52, and it was just as I thought, he wasn't here yet. Well, I came here a tad early, so I won't start jumping to conclusions just yet. I mean, we did agree to meet here at 5 o' clock, so whatever. I waited, and I waited, and right when it hit five, I saw him pulling up into the parking lot. Wow, he actually showed up. This has to be, like, the first time a guy actually kept his promise to me. That was a very good sign that he's actually serious about me, and that made me so, so happy. I walked over to him and he took off his helmet and started talking to me. After sharing a couple of laughs, conversations, and smiles, we eventually walked inside of the place.
Kyo's point of view: When we went inside, I must admit that I was kind of disappointed in the way it looked inside. It just wasn't as fancy as I thought it'd be, but it's called "Food Fight", so I guess it couldn't be too much of an extravagant kind of place. Anyway, I soon found out that this was an eating place for fighters. They even let you spar with people, but in a friendly kind of way. Sure, we were here to eat, but a pleasant sparring battle sounded just as appetizing to me. She told me that she was a ninja and everything, so I was kinda hyped-up to challenge her. I'm sure she's the best fighter from her series, I don't care how so-called "powerful" that blockhead Ryu is.
But guess what? Soon as we were about to fight, some creepy looking dude ran in the place, and he was asking to fight me! I found out that it was Ibuki's trainer guy. Okay, that's good and all, but why the heck is he trying to pick a fight with me for? I turned down the dude's offer, and then he started rambling some nonsense about Ibuki being his girl. Now, she told me about this guy before. In fact, she told me about him yesterday. She explained to me that he's kind of crazy, and I sure as heck knew that she was not this dude's girlfriend. Sadly, this bozo pretty much ruined our date, so we decided to blow this scene and go somewhere else instead.
Ibuki's point of view: Oh, my gosh! I felt so embarrassed because of the fact that we had to leave, and it's all thanks to my stupid trainer person. Like, what's his problem anyway? I always tell him to leave me alone, but he never listens to me. I haven't had a date in months, and this time I actually feel like I'm really in love, and that moron ruined everything! Ah, I'm so mad! I feel, like, so mad that I could kill someone! And I know who it would be, too. It would be that idiot, perverted instructor of mine.
Well, anyways, we walked out of the restaurant, and then he asked me would I like to ride around town with him. I never been on a motorcycle before, so it really got me excited when he asked me that. I agreed to take the ride. I mean, why wouldn't I? He put his helmet on and told me to hold on tight. I then sat in back of him and put my arms around his waist, now waiting to hear the loud sounds of this motorbike ring in my ears. "Comfortable?" he asked me. "I sure am," I replied. I wasn't sure if I sounded flirty or not, but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy holding onto him like this. Now that I was this close-up to him, I started to smell his cheap cologne. It was very, very cheap, but I still liked the way it smelled on him.
Kyo's point of view: *Whistles* Wow, is this really happening to me? Heh, who am I kidding? Of course it is. Let me tell ya, I'm really in love with this girl. We've only known each other for about a day, and I still feel like she's the one. She has everything that I'd like to see in a girl. How better can it get? I just hope that she digs me, too. I'm not God's gift to women, but I still got something, right? Man, I love the way she's holding onto me. Yuki, Athena, Kula, heck, not even Yuri has anything over this girl here. Yuki was the worst one of them all, though. She obviously had problems with her bowels and she wanted me to know about that. I still to this day haven't the slightest clue about Yuki's deal that day, but whatever it was, it will forever haunt me, and that's no bull.
After about 20 minutes later, I stopped near a park so we could walk around, or something. I took off my helmet and got off; Ibuki got off, too. We both started to walk around and talk for a bit, and guess who ruined our time again, kids? Yeah, that's right! It was the dumb, stupid trainer dude again! He started running at me, saying something about beating me up and taking away Ibuki. It was some kind of jazz like that. Ibuki wanted to just run away, but I decided to do something else. I just looked at the guy, showed off my flame by using my finger, and then I said, "Look, buddy, she doesn't like you, she never has liked you, and she's never going to like you! So just buzz off and pester somebody else or else you're going to get a mouthful of fire!" And after I said that, the coward ran away. Dang, I'm good.
Ibuki's point of view: Though today was like totally horrible, it felt bad in a strangely, good way; probably because I was with Kyo all day long. But the thing that made things even worse was when we both sat down on a bench that had still wet paint all over it. It was actually kind of funny, though. He said that he would give me a ride home, and I appreciated that.
It felt kind of embarrassing to ride all the way home with white paint all over my clothes, but I knew that I would value this as a fond and funny memory many, many years from now. Well, hopefully I have a long life ahead of me. Soon enough, he took me back home. I told him that I hope we could go out again sometime, and he told me likewise. After he drove off, I went back inside of my house and began to lie down on my couch. As I was thinking to myself, I came down to an awesome conclusion: I'm in love.
*Still drinking sweet tea*… Oh, you read this thing? Well, thanks, I guess.
