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A/N: Hello and welcome. I really glad you decided to give my story a read, and I hope you enjoy it. As I said last time, the 'incident' in the last chapter has caught the attention of interesting people, and it brings a special visitor along. Also, this chapter gives a guess (although not maybe not the best one) for the outcome for the next tournament, so let's get started. And here … we … go:
The King of Fighters XIV: The Arrival of Heaven
The Sneering Blaze and The Flames of Heaven
A Smoldering Interest
In an unremarkable alley at night, a young man was standing quietly, while standing out in his drab surroundings. Meanwhile, he was growing impatient. He slowly tapped his feet against the pavement, the clicking the only sound that could be heard. Eventually, he turned to playing with the lock of silver hair that hung in his face, and every now and then, would admire his elaborately painted nails as he checked the time for the umpteenth time. Ash Crimson just hated to be kept waiting.
Mentally, he cursed this bothersome practice he had to adopt. Shen Woo and Oswald had been missing ever since the eleventh tournament. Duo Lon had been against him for some time now. With another tournament looming, Ash found himself without any one to turn to. Single entry had worked the last time, but that was no longer an option. Ash's recent conquest and failure made it all too clear that he needed back up…
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"It's mine!!!" Ash elatedly exclaimed, "Finally! The Kusanagi sword! Now, all three treasures will help me…"
Ash abruptly halted his celebration to somersault over an incoming attack. A brief glimpse reveals it to be a rather familiar, ghoulish ball of gray energy: Duo Lon's Ju-on Shikon!
"A nice, predictable try; Better luck next time, mon ami." Ash said as he sailed over his one-time ally.
"You're not going anywhere…" Benimaru Nikaido proclaimed as Ash fell into his grasp, "Elec-Trigger!!!"
Benimaru pushed all the voltage he could muster into Ash's body. The young Frenchman kicked out of the hold just before he was fried to a crisp.
"What a pack of nuisances…" Ash said under his breath, his head still foggy from the major jolt.
An enraged voice called out, "Play time's over. Time to die!"
Ash turned just in time to see. Iori released all his pent-up rage to bombard and slash with his 'Rage of the 8 maidens'…
His voice crazed, Iori shouted, "Cry! Yell! Scream! … And die!"
Again, Ash evaded just in time to save himself, teleporting away before Iori could deliver 'Bloom of the Wolf'…
"Time to go; I can't lose now."
Before Ash could go, a slightly exhausted Kyo grabbed him, proclaiming, "You won't get away. We're … not done yet."
Despite the fact his mind was still cloudy, Ash managed a sneer, "You should rest now, Kyo. You're embarrassing yourself."
Kyo began preparing an attack as he said, "I'll show you … the true power of the Kusanagi fist!"
Ash let escape a snide giggle as he responded, "Don't make me laugh. Your flame is mine; just what do you expect to do?"
Ash hadn't seen the whole thing… Before the young Frenchman could clear his head, Kyo blasted him with a raw 910 Dragon Slayer, and followed up with an uncovered 182 Shiki. Despite losing his flame, Kyo's punches and power hadn't waned at all. Ash flew backward right into a waiting and ready Elisabeth Blanctorche. As soon as she could, she plunged her hand into Ash's back, and extracted the Kusanagi sword from his body! The rushing loss of power took its toll on Ash as he immediately fell to his knees, coughing profusely and convulsing uncontrollably. With a flick of her wrist, Elisabeth tossed the sword back to its rightful owner, and the sword immediately reentered Kyo's body, rejoining him in a burst of red flames.
"One down, two to go…" Elisabeth stated.
Ash almost frantically said, "No! Stay away from me…"
No other choice and too exhausted to continue, Ash teleported to safety…
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"So close… I was so close, I was there… Ah, c'est la vie. As soon as I form a team, obtaining Kyo's treasure again will be easy, maybe too easy. Now… if only finding new partners weren't so boring…"
Finally, Ash's wait was over. A rather skinny, nondescript man arrived, staying in the shadows.
"It's about time. Do we have any new leads?"
His voice one could imagine coming from a snake, the contact replied, "Afraid not. I found several prospects, but they all were busts."
"Please explain."
The contact continued, "I tracked down a Chinese martial artist in the USA, but she hadn't been in the ranks in years and seemed out of practice. Then, there was a Spanish girl who had promising talent but wasn't anywhere near tournament skill yet. Finally, I came across a wild character from London who was definitely competition caliber, but he was quickly snatched into employ of a Japanese Yakuza."
"Tsk tsk. Such a shame. Are you sure you don't have anything else?"
"Well, there was one thing, but it seemed too ridiculous to pursue."
His interest peaked, Ash insisted, "Ooh, do tell…"
"Alright. There's been a rumor going around and gaining speed for that matter about a guy who allegedly took on a whole gang of armed bikers by himself. His age varies but most say he's pretty young. The outrageous part, though, is that the fight ended … when he supposedly shot white flames out of his bare hands."
Ash, barely able to contain himself, inquired further, "My, my, now that's interesting… Pray tell, where do they say this took place?"
"Some aren't sure, but all said Japan and most said Osaka."
Ash said to himself, "Well then, that's more like it. I guess my next step is Osaka, Japan…"
The Real Style
As Mature watched on from the side, Vice and Hiroshi were engaged in a training spar, but truthfully it wasn't going very well. The problem was that Hiroshi was holding back. For one, his stance was not the dynamic and potent one he used during the incident, but instead took one that was static and defensive. That wasn't the only inconsistency however. He wasn't reacting as quickly as he did. He wasn't as aggressive or opportunistic. He simply wasn't fighting to his potential in general.
Vice was holding back as well, but for a much different reason. She was subduing her desire to simply tear him apart in an attempt to get Hiroshi to fight honestly, but it wasn't working. In fact, it seemed like the Amaterasu scion was actually refusing the bait.
Eventually, Vice knocked him down with a shoulder charge, 'Mayhem', and, before he could make a move, immediately sat on his waist. She proceeded to wrap her hands around his neck at just the right pressure, hard enough to control his air but still allowing him to speak.
Vice said in a serious tone, "I hate figuring things out. You know that, right?"
"Yeah…" Hiroshi choked out.
Vice continued, "I can't figure you out, kid. First, you're weak, and then you suddenly turn into a deadly weapon. Now, you're back to being pathetic. It's really starting to piss me off! I want to see how you really fight, the way you did to those punks at the bar. If you have trouble remembering, fight like I'm trying to kill you … because now I will be. Got it?!"
Hiroshi paused before reluctantly replying, "Got it…"
Vice finally released her grasp, and the two rose to their feet. At that moment, Hiroshi closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath as he composed himself and readied for what he was about to do. Finally, Vice got into her stance, and Hiroshi assumed his … the real one this time. The two went back at it again, this time with more competitive results: The Amaterasu scion actually fought back this time, and more than holds his own, keeping Vice on her toes and even rocking her a few times. It didn't take long before Vice lost herself in the fight and began fighting to kill as she said; she was almost impressed he managed to bring it out of her.
The match went back-and-forth. Hiroshi was a tough opponent due to his ability to switch from a defensive approach to an offensive one instantly and on-the-fly, and a counter throw of his was particularly challenging for Vice to deal with. At last, Hiroshi blocked another 'Mayhem' charge, and dashed forward into a motion that looked just like the motion for his fireball. The result … was only a palm thrust to her stomach. Vice rolled through, but caught him in the end of her legs and drove him with a leg slam. She continued to back-flip while keeping hold of Hiroshi, slamming him over and over in her 'Withering Surface'. After a moment of punishment, Hiroshi lurched upward after being slammed for the last time, but fell supine shortly after.
Still hyped up from the fight, Vice stalked up to him, breathing still heavy half from the fight and half from the craving. Slowly, she moved toward him, her hand clawed and ready… Her heart raced in anticipation… The strength teemed in her arms, fingers, and even nails. She could practically feel his heart beating in her hand already. Then, something rang out next…
"Master Hiroshi! Master Hiroshi!" Maxwell called out as he stuck his head in the door.
Opening his eyes and turning his head to the door, Hiroshi replied, "Yes, Maxwell-sama. What is it?"
"Young master, you have a call from … a Ms. Chizuru Kagura."
Without delay, Mature had an adverse reaction to the name. Her eyes widened as her pupils dilated. She began shaking while she clenched her fist so hard that she almost cut her hand. The very name enraged her.
"Thank you, Maxwell-sama." Hiroshi replied, "If you both don't mind, I really must take this call."
The Amaterasu scion then kipped up effortlessly, seemingly showing no ill effects from the match, and motioned for the door.
Hiding her ire, Mature asked before he made his exit, "You … know of the Kagura family?"
"Oh yes." Hiroshi explained, "Kagura Enterprises and Amaterasu Industries have been notable business partners for many years. Presently, I am closely partnered with Chizuru-sama. You can even say we're … friends in a way. I'm actually surprised you know of her, Mature-chan. So, you see I really need to take this call. I'll see you later, shimai."
With that, Hiroshi exited the room right behind Maxwell…
Vice ignored Mature's still-present anger and asked, "So, what do you think of the kid?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm talking about his style. He's got fighting and strategy down, but I still don't know about him. He definitely doesn't seem that impressive."
Cooling herself to respond, Mature pointed out, "Don't be so sure. Of what I can remember, he fights as well, maybe better, than most we've gone up against. Not to mention we're forgetting one thing: he didn't shoot fire at you once."
Vice stopped to run the fight through her mind, and realized, "You know… you're right. Man, he's good at hiding himself. Who knows what other tricks that kid can do! Hmph… If he actually uses that flame of his effectively … he might even be able to give that bastard Iori a few tantrums."
Invitation Confrontation
After a long and far-reaching search, Ash came to his destination: a large, western-style mansion on the outcomes of Osaka, the home of his target. His search through all corners of the city was given the name of one of the most powerful and most enigmatic people in the world. A small investigation of young man's company yielded the address of the 'Firmament Mansion', the home of one Hiroshi Amaterasu. Ash took a moment to admire the residence before nonchalantly approaching its front door and ringing its door bell.
Quickly stepping outside and blocking the door, Maxwell answered, "How may I help you, sir?"
Ash cordially asked, "I'm looking for the owner of this residence."
Maxwell inquired while trying to mask his extreme suspicion, "And what might I ask is your business with my employer?"
Ash gave a smile and genially explained, "Not much really. I just have a small proposition for him."
Trying to do so kindly, Maxwell retorted, "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid that is out of the question…"
Hiroshi suddenly said over the outdoor intercom unit, "It's okay, Maxwell-sama. He can come in."
Maxwell hesitated a moment before reluctantly leading Ash, who was still smiling, inside… Meanwhile Vice and Mature were walking down a hall when Hiroshi approached them.
"Vice-chan, Mature-chan, would accompany me please? I might need your help."
"What do you need us for?" Mature replied rather hostilely.
"If things go the way I think they will … I'll need your backup."
Confused by the situation as they were, Vice and Mature nevertheless followed him anyway… Ash admired all the inner trappings of the mansion as he walked, from the majestically high ceiling to the beautiful marble floor to the exquisite furniture perfectly arranged. Finally, Hiroshi, flanked by Vice and Mature, emerged and approached.
Ash respectfully extended his hand and kindly said, "Ah, Monsieur Amaterasu. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
Hiroshi bowed slightly out of respect, and returned the handshake as he replied, "Hello and welcome to my home. Let's move to my office, so we can speak more."
The four started further into the house, but almost from the start, Vice and Mature noticed something was off. First, Hiroshi's introduction to Ash was flat and lifeless. He wasn't walking backward while making small talk, a custom of his when entertaining company. In fact, he rarely looked back at Ash. He usually didn't take others to his home office nor had he ever asked the two of them to back him up before then. He just wasn't acting how he would around guests or visitors to the house.
Finally, they arrived at Hiroshi's study. On the far end of the room sat a desk littered with papers and chair under it, behind it a massive collection of books in a wall-length case. Mounted on the opposite wall with a couch under it was a large portrait of four smiling people: a man and woman were standing, a girl of about ten sat in a chair in front of the woman, and a boy of about six sat in a chair in front of the man in the lower left of the painting, the boy resembling a much younger Hiroshi. In the middle of the room was a chair with its back to the door, and across from it were three side-by-side, somewhat lavish armchairs with their back to a wall-length window facing the city.
Hiroshi pointed to the away facing chair, and said as he moved for the three opposite chairs, "Please, have a seat."
As requested, Ash took his seat in the away-facing chair, and Hiroshi sat in the middle chair of the set of three … but stood back up when he saw Vice and Mature in a position familiar to them: standing at the door.
"Uh … Mature-chan, Vice-chan, are you alright, standing up over there I mean?" Hiroshi asked out of slight confusion.
Mature responded, "What are you talking about? We usually stand like this, like we're supposed to."
Hiroshi chuckled slightly and said with a smile, "My own employees don't stand when I come into a room… You're family, so you definitely don't need to stand."
Vice offered with confusion and slight resistance, "You want us … to sit next to you?"
"Well, yes, if you want to. I bought these chairs for you both after all."
During the whole interaction, Ash observed carefully and intently, hoping to get a possible soft spot, exploitation or leverage point. More obvious than anything, Hiroshi at least felt a connection to these two, and at most, had feelings toward them. Meanwhile, Vice and Mature didn't quite know how to react. Even in the most vivid of their scattered memories, they didn't recall ever having such treatment. At last, Mature and Vice slowly started over. Hiroshi continued to stand courteously as they took their seats before sitting himself, the trio filling the three almost throne-like chairs.
"So, to what do I owe this visit?" Hiroshi asked, wasting no time getting down to business.
Ash started with civility, "Several things, but I must say you are quite a handful to get in touch with. Still, from what I've heard, you're a really interesting individual. You're generally well-liked by your colleagues and employees, yet very few have actually been around you for very long or seen you in person for that matter."
"Well, I try to maintain an optimal and stable work environment, and I'm happy my employees enjoy working for my company. As for the meetings, I simply enjoy a … certain amount of anonymity."
"Don't we all? Well, I read up on your family, and it seems the Amaterasu house has its own fighting style. Word is that you're rather skilled in it yourself."
Hiroshi responded with a polite smile, "I'm, uh … well-versed in all of my family's traditions; well enough anyway."
Ash modestly continued, "I'm sure. About you personally, I hear you're quite an adamant admirer of the King of Fighters Tournaments. Apparently, you know many participants' teams and stats by heart. In some cases, that's all some people in your employ knew about you."
Hiroshi let out a slight chuckle, and replied, "You sure have done a lot of digging on me; you must be serious about this business proposition. Speaking of which … just what is it you're proposing to me?"
Ash cordially expressed, "I'm just proposing a small, limited-time partnership … between you and me."
The young Frenchman proceeded to pull out something and handed it to the Amaterasu scion; it was a small white envelope with a large red seal on the back. Hiroshi opened it up to find papers on … what else but the latest and upcoming KOF. Inside was a blank information card, a site map with directions, and an official tournament invitation…
Ash explained further, "You see, monsieur, I have three invitations but not one team member … and I believe you would be the perfect teammate. In fact, it's a wonder no one's ever asked you already. After all, you are a knowledgeable, smart, and powerful person. You're a rather talented fighter, possibly tournament-level from what I hear. Then, of course, you're a fan of the tournament itself. This would be the optimum chance for you to meet many of the fighters you've admired for so long. Add all of it together, and the choice is all too obvious… So, what do you think?"
Hiroshi fell silent as he pondered the opportunity. Meticulously, he stared at the invitation and looked over the whole package as he ran the whole proposition forwards, backwards, and forwards again through his mind. The very delay itself was what surprised the two women; they would have thought the Amaterasu scion would jump through the roof at the opportunity.
Finally, Hiroshi gave his answer, "You make a very good argument. I must admit it's very tempting … but …" He tucked everything neatly back into the envelope and handed it back to Ash as he finished, "I'm afraid I must decline."
Both Vice and Mature immediately looked at Hiroshi in utter shock.
"Um … I'm sorry?" Ash replied in utter disbelief as he slowly took the envelope.
Hiroshi politely explained, "I'm sorry, but I'm just not the right person. Now, if there's nothing else…"
Going for plan B, Ash quickly offered, "Now, hold on a moment before you make up your mind… Perhaps I can make things worth your while. I'm sure there's something I can do for you."
"I'm … not so sure."
Ash insisted as kindly and persuasively as he could, "Come now; there's no need to fear. There must be something your heart desires. Just give the word and I'll make it happen."
"You're correct, and that's kind of you ... but trust me. The thing I desire most … is something you can never give me." Then, the tone in Hiroshi's voice took a sudden turn into a much more serious one, "Furthermore, I know personally that nothing good can come from aligning with you … Ash Crimson."
It was like a bomb dropped in the room. Vice and Mature darted their eyes back forth between the two young men. Ash cautiously concealed his surprise as he was sure he didn't give his name … and he didn't. All of a sudden, the tension had gotten really thick really fast.
Trying not to sound thunderstruck, Ash inquired, "You … know my name?"
Hiroshi went to explain, a subtle hostility steaming from his mouth, "Yes. You see, there are some things you know about me, but many things you don't. One, apparently, is my company is closely partnered with Kagura Enterprises, meaning that its owner is a close acquaintance of mine. One day I'll never forget, I found out she had been hospitalized, almost near death … because of an attack. When I went to see her, Chizuru-sama said her attacker was a young Frenchman with painted nails, blue eyes, and platinum blond hair…"
Mature and Vice were practically on the edges of their seats now. They watched intently, noticed the slight tension in Hiroshi's jaw and the small bead of sweat on Ash's temple. If it wasn't before, the situation was definitely a powder keg now.
Hiroshi continued, "There's one more thing you should know about me: I don't take it well when the few I consider friends are threatened. But, even more than that … I have no respect, no sympathy, no mercy, and no patience for someone who (indicating with his fingers): 1. Attacks a defenseless and weakened opponent; 2. Someone who attacks a weakened and defenseless woman; and 3. Someone who attacks a weakened and defenseless woman from behind… According to my math, Ash Crimson, you've scored the trifecta. You had no chance before you even knocked on my door…"
Ash snidely replied, "Well … you certainly are a righteous one, aren't you? Still, I think you're making a dire mistake, Mon ami."
Hiroshi ignored the remark continued on with smoldering verve, "If you have nothing else to discuss, you know my reasons for wanting nothing to do with you, so this is the part where I tell you (and I quote) … to get your yellow, lying, disgraceful, lousy, no-good, low-down, floor-flushing carcass out of my house."
Mature instantly let out an amused snicker. She managed to stifle her laughter, but wasn't sorry to show her delight in the whole situation. Vice continued to look on with a pleased and eager smirk on her face, and soon tightened her fists; Hiroshi might have asked her to remove Ash after all.
Ash paused a moment as he absorbed the circumstances before finally saying, "Actually … there is one last thing…"
"Really? Pray tell?" Hiroshi replied.
"I heard one other rumor … about a young man who can shoot white flames. Would you happen to know anything about that?"
Hiroshi stated in a matter-of-fact way, "Well, you can stop speculating… It's true; I can command white fire."
"Ah, I appreciate your confession … but obviously, I can't accept such a claim without verification. I'll need some sort of demonstration."
Ash stood up and started looking around the room briefly. Finally, he walked over and stood in front of the large portrait.
Ash observed, "This painting… It's a family portrait, I presume. It's very intricate, and quite beautiful, I must say. It's probably even priceless."
Hiroshi moved forward in his seat as he replied, "You're right, and I would prefer you not stand so close to it."
Noting the urgency in Hiroshi's voice, Ash persisted, "You don't say. Then, I guess … it would be a real shame if something were to happen to it…"
Ash started to raise his hand to it, but didn't register where Hiroshi was before doing so. The Amaterasu scion rushed over before the young Frenchman could do anything, grabbed Ash's arm, and pulled him backward.
"What? Did I strike a nerve?" Ash asked with feigned innocence.
Hiroshi replied, still clutching Ash's raised wrist, "I told you once: leave my house… After all, we wouldn't want you to break any of these … 'pretty' little nails you have here."
Ash wasn't expecting that, and the look in Hiroshi's eyes meant business. Needless to say, he hadn't had the tables turned on him like that very often. Also needless to say, he didn't particularly enjoy his prized possessions threatened.
With his arrogant sneer, Ash responded, "So, I guess you do know how to play this game, but you should be careful…"
The young Frenchman's eyes suddenly turned black with red irises for a slight moment. He allowed himself to show a brief but obvious bit of anger. Finally, to drive home his attempt at minor intimidation, he generated some green, melted wax-like flames in his raised, grasped hand.
He continued, "You may be underestimating me just a little bit."
Oddly unfazed by the emerald embers inches from his face, Hiroshi continued, "I'm not selling you short at all, but you come to my home and threaten me…"
The Amaterasu scion tightened his grip on Ash's arm with truly surprising results: the green flames suddenly rose off Ash's hand and evaporated into nothing!
Hiroshi continued, "No, you're the one underestimating and not grasping the severity of this situation! You want to see white flames…?"
Instantly, he engulfed his and Ash's hands in flawless white flames, the light and sound of it filling the room. Again, Ash was thrown off by a display on Hiroshi's part. He could feel the fire was strong but subdued. It was hot enough he can feel it but not enough to burn. For a fleeting moment … a glimmer of fear even crept through Ash's façade.
With the fire's light highlighting his face and the look in his eyes as serious as death itself, "I'm going to make myself clear one last time: remove yourself from the premises, vacate my property, and get out of my home!"
A tense silence grew as the flames continued to burn, with Hiroshi's look and attitude not budging or giving an inch. Finally, Ash sighed and closed his eyes in acquiescence.
"Fine; have it your way. I'll leave in peace." Ash insouciantly said.
With that, Hiroshi released Ash, the flames instantly extinguishing upon the grip's release. The young Frenchman started for the door, but noticed Mature and Vice still looking at him. Then, he remembered the interaction with Hiroshi.
Ash friendly said to them, "Ladies, it was a pleasure meeting you."
He then kindly waved to them, and they waved back. Ash opened the door … to find Maxwell waiting there.
"Maxwell-sama, please escort Ash out, all the way out."
Maxwell nodded, and Ash made his way out. Meanwhile, Vice and Mature continued waving as he exited the room. Once he was gone though, Vice showed her true feelings toward him, giving him the finger through the door. The encounter over, the two women who basically served as witnesses began analyzing what had just taken place. Ash surely was interesting. If nothing else, he was bold. He was evidently strong despite his small frame. He was an intriguing figure indeed. Still, they were just a little bit more impressed by Hiroshi. He turned down a dream opportunity, but he showed (for lack of a better word) fire: There was some genuine 'hate' in his eyes. He had some base, some venom in his voice. He was unforgiving and unrelenting. Through it all, their main thought was that when he wanted to be, this kid really was something.
Commenting on it, Vice said, "First, you fight off an angry mob, then you add on some physical intimidation… You might actually have something worthwhile after all."
Mature added, "Better be careful. I think we're starting to rub off on you."
Staring at the portrait at this point, Hiroshi distractedly replied, "Yeah. I'm sorry you had to see that, by the way. I kind of … lost my head there."
Mature said with a smile, "No need to apologize. We love it when you use your strong hand like that."
They didn't see it. At that moment, Hiroshi's mind was somewhere else. His back was to them as he lightly touched the portrait as a downtrodden look crossed his face…
A ways away by now, Ash recapped his latest confrontation, all while staring at his recently-ignited hand. He was not sure if he planted any seeds in Hiroshi's mind, but he knew pursuing him any further would be a lost cause. While Hiroshi's showcase was impressive, his actual level was still a mystery; he could be a non-factor or he could be dangerous. The flame that the Amaterasu scion generated was truly something special indeed. Ash had never experienced anything like it before. Nevertheless, Ash had little to no new info and no chance to recruit his find. He still had no teammates, no new leads, and no one to call on. Still, there was one good thing that came out of the whole thing: it was pretty exciting.
Then, Ash found one last surprise from Hiroshi. The young Frenchman turned his arm over … to see something burned into his sleeve where the Amaterasu scion's palm had been: It had to be the family's seal as the same four character configuration was written throughout the house, Me-Gami Ama-Terasu…
Two-sided Reprieve
The Sneering Blaze continued on his way when suddenly he became suspicious. The area was too quiet. The shadows began shifting in odd ways all around. A foreboding sense started closing in. Ash started getting a feeling he was being followed or worse, hunted. Instead of the normal reaction to such a sense, Ash began to laugh at the set up. He loved the audacity and thrill of it. So, he acted ignorant to who or what was causing this, and continued on.
After a certain point, he stopped, and set up his own trap by kneeling down as if he were tying his shoe and waited. Sure enough, a person landed behind him, and Ash sprung into action. Without delay, the Sneering Blaze let out a 'Pulviose', but the person deftly back-flipped to avoid his strikes. Ash immediately followed with a 'Thermidor' that looked dead-on…
"Royal Flush!"
Suddenly, the 'Thermidor' was dispersed in a shower of green sparks. His stalker was actually a pair, and the second one had protected the one Ash attacked by deflecting the projectile. What's more was that these were two women. The first one was a younger woman in about her late teens with ruby-red eyes and platinum silver hair in an immensely long braid that resembled a scorpion's tail. She wore green aristocratic clothes and abnormally long sleeves that hung down to her knees. The second one was slightly older in her early twenties, rather tall with long legs, blue eyes, and black hair with red streaks throughout it. She wore a black suit with red pinstripes, her lips adorned in red lipstick, and a black fedora with a red band, a single poker card stuck underneath the band.
Amused by this surprise, Ash said, "Well, well. And what would you two ladies want with me?"
The 'red' woman answered with her smooth-as-silk, sultry voice, "You are Ash Crimson, correct? We simply want to talk."
The younger of the two added in a formal tone, "We apologize for our approach. It's obvious you misinterpreted our intentions."
"No harm done, mon Amie. Now, you both know who I am. Would you mind introducing yourselves?"
The younger one offered first, "Of course. I am Xiao Lon, from the Hebei province of China."
The name striking him immediately, Ash asked, "You don't say. Tell me; you wouldn't happen to be a Flying Brigand, would you?"
"Yes. Indeed, I am."
"Splendid. And what about …"
Ash paused because the red woman … was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, she emerged behind Ash and gently wrapped her arms around his neck.
She then replied to his assumed question, "I go by many names, but you can call me Sharon." With a flick of her wrist, she used her sleight to produce a card, and handed it to Ash saying, "Here's my card."
Ash eyed the card: in the middle was a stylized drawing of Sharon herself, and a 'Q' and heart were in the upper-felt and lower-right corners of it.
"Interesting. The Queen of Hearts…"
Sharon confirmed as she reappeared next to Xiao Lon, "The one and only…"
Connecting another dot, Ash asked, "That attack you used earlier? You wouldn't happen to practice Karnoffel?"
"For the most part, though I'm not a master as of yet. But…" Sharon produced a card and used sleight to switch with a kunai, saying, "What I lack in Karnoffel, my ninjutsu fills in the rest…"
Ash tried to read his two lovely visitors. He wasn't sure if they were trustworthy or not … but this was nevertheless too tantalizing to pass up.
Feigning courtesy, Ash inquired, "Alright, then, Xiao Lon and Sharon … What would you like to talk about?"
Xiao Lon formally explained, "We heard you were having great difficulty finding suitable partners, and we would like to offer our assistance."
Explaining further, Sharon said, "More specifically, we want to be your teammates for the next King of Fighters tournament."
Ash responded with interest, "Oh? And, why so interested in the competition, Ms. Xiao Lon?"
Xiao Lon clearly stated, "Curiosity. Several members of my family have entered the competition, and I wish to know why this competition is so attractive."
For some reason, Ash found that he didn't like her answer. It seemed forced and contrived. He took note of this as he went on.
"And, what calls the 'Queen of Hearts' to the KOF?"
Sharon, who seemed very open moments before, replied with slight reluctance, "Honestly, I only have one real motive: there's … someone I'd like to meet."
Ash noticed that as well, as this reveal was more from slight embarrassment than secrecy. It was still hiding nonetheless.
Making his decision, Ash voiced, "Well, here's what I see, ladies: it's pretty fortunate you both should arrive here. I do have my suspicions, but Xiao Lon, your family ties and the skills of your group speak for themselves; I'd more than happy to team with you. As for you, Sharon, I know far too little about you, and there are just too many questions; I'm afraid I'm going to need more convincing…"
Sharon took it in stride and said, "If you say so. If you want to know more about me…"
Sharon reached behind her back, causing Ash to subtly prepare himself, and … revealed a metal briefcase.
Sharon continued, "We're gonna have to play a little game. Winner does as they please?"
With another confirmation in his mind, Ash agreed, "Fair enough. What's the game?"
The Queen of Hearts reached inside, and pulled out a ceramic figurine, answering, "Chess…"
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On a nearby park table, Ash and Sharon played with an interesting mind game occurring between the two. Sharon had an edge, and Ash was not well-versed but he was still holding his own. While Sharon was moving along easily, Ash had to focus and think. Ash looked at the board concentrating, and Sharon just smiled coyly and occasionally waved at him every time he looked up. On top of that, Sharon would move instantly after Ash made his. All too familiar with this, Ash knew the Queen of Hearts was playing mind games, but he was actually giggling internally to be put in a situation like this. Truly, he liked Sharon's style.
Suddenly, the game took a drastic swerve. Ash seemed to break through, and Sharon seemed to be on the run. She started taking her time. She began tapping the table nervously, and rubbing her forehead. Ash then took one of her pieces, clearing a path to her king.
"Check." Ash said with a smile.
One quick move later, Sharon responded, "Checkmate."
Ash looked down and saw the fitting end. By taking his checking piece, she had trapped his king with her queen. Ash smirked and started lightly clapping.
"So, did you like that?" Sharon asked with a smile.
"Very much so. The next option is yours."
Sharon extended her hand forward, and said, "I'm sure the three of us will go very far in the King of Fighters Tournament."
"Indeed…" Ash said as he returned the handshake before switching gears, "So, who is this 'someone' you're hoping to meet?"
Sharon looked away as she tentatively offered, "Elisabeth Blanctorche…"
Ash giggled saying, "You want to meet 'Betty'?"
Sharon said out of confusion, "'Betty'? You know her?"
"Fortunately. She's … a former 'associate' of mine."
A Team Decision
Vice and Mature sat at dinner, eating what Hiroshi had cooked for them. Meanwhile, Hiroshi was deep in thought and taciturn, distractedly eating a very-dark-red, segmented fruit, a blood orange. Besides the fact that he wasn't eating his favorite food, Hiroshi had been this way ever since Ash's visit.
Tiring of silence, Vice spoke up, "What's eating you, kid? You've barely said anything in days … not that I'm complaining."
Hiroshi openly offered, "Oh, I've just been … thinking about something…"
Mature prodded further, "About what?"
Hiroshi explained, "I've been thinking about … the idea Ash Crimson presented to me. I was skeptical at first, but the more and more I wonder … the more and more I start to see his point…"
Mature responded, "Well, he wasn't way off in what he said. It's funny you haven't tried it earlier especially since your … 'business partner' has hosted the event three times already."
"Kagura Enterprises hosted in '95, '96, and 2003. Now, you both may not age, but I do. I was only 7, 8, and 15 when those events took place; I was nowhere near as skilled or disciplined at those ages."
"And now?" Vice asked.
"I'm still not so certain about now, but the idea is already running around my mind, and now … desire is starting to creep in too. I think… I think I want to enter the King of Fighters Tournament."
Mature, not surprised at all, reacted, "Oh, really?"
Hiroshi continued, "Yes… and if I do… I'd be honored if you both would be my teammates."
Mature and Vice stopped eating and immediately laughed at the idea.
Incredulous, Vice asked, "Us? Team with you? Why would we ever do that?"
"That actually has its own benefits as well. Since you both have competed in it before, entering again may help you regain some of your memory. You also would probably enjoy fighting someone else besides me for a change."
Vice retorted, "You know, you're really not making much of a point."
Mature added, "What else do you have?"
Hiroshi, anticipating this, went to his last resort, "At the very least … I thought you'd want a shot at the person who tried to kill you both. It's a sure thing Iori Yagami will be there after all."
That one struck a chord. That very thing was a real motivation and desire of theirs. They didn't like the idea of teaming with Hiroshi, but more than anything else, they wanted the chance to rip Iori to shreds.
"D---" Vice finally said, "He's got us on that one."
Mature resolutely replied, "Looks like we don't have choice; we'll be your teammates, kid."
Hiroshi happily reacted, "Excellent! So … what should we name ourselves?"
Mature started, "Well, the meaning of your last name speaks for itself, so…"
Vice rapidly suggested, "'Heaven and Hell' sounds about right."
Wincing at the name, Hiroshi proposed, "'Heaven and Hell? Sounds a bit grisly, don't you think? How about … 'Heaven and Earth'?"
Both women shrugged, and Vice said, "Sure, why not…"
Mature brought up the next aspect, "Now, here the hard part: where do we get invitations?"
Hiroshi quickly pulled out a paper and put it on the table, "A tournament qualifier, of course."
Vice and Mature both looked at the sheet: It was a flyer advertising a 'KOF Qualifying Event'. It gave a time, date, and location. The bolded text at the bottom read 'Registration available on-site. All teams welcome'. Then, they saw that it say set for the next week.
Mature commented, "I see you planned ahead, more like jumped the gun for sure."
"Not really. I was just researching and I came across it. I said I'd been thinking about it a lot."
Vice then said with surprising animation, "Whatever. Just a week 'til some fresh pain and suffering. I'm so excited I'm shaking."
"That settles it then." Hiroshi said, "Next week, we'll set out for the USA…"
End Chapter
A/N: And there you have it. To note, for those who don't know, 'Amaterasu' is the name of a Japanese goddess and her name means 'Shining over Heaven'. I know it's long, but thanks for reading it and I really do hope you enjoyed it. Next time, we get down to some real fighting; I hope you'll join me. Please R&R, and, as always, Rant, Rave, and Review.