To the reviewers as always.

Bushinguy: I read the story, yes. The start makes me sad though. See, I'm a HUGE fan of Rose, and seeing her with Bison's soul just made me sad, as it always does in canon. It's not your fault, you're just trying to follow the canon, but still. Yes, Guy will be in this and its in my original plans, which change constantly but the premise remains, but… well you'll see. Oh and Cody didn't throw the fight. It was meant to be a close match, truth be known.

Dasu: You sicko, if you want to see, ahem, 'more', try hentai… Hey, just kidding, honestly! There will of course be more of Rose to see, or I wouldn't be much of a big fan if there weren't, would I?

Anyways, before I forget, Karin said Jiban Okkakeru. It may make no sense, but if you are wondering what that

means, its actually a kind of poorly translated to Japanese way to say Ground Chase, which is basically what that supposedly new move is supposed to be. Anyway, on to chapter 3. More characters will show up, I assure you all.

Chapter 3 - Love Hate Relation

England

A man in a mask climbed wall after wall. Subtlety and swiftness were a finesse, even with a distinguishing claw on his right hand. "Ah, the senoritas…" the man grinned behind his mask. How he enjoyed seeing beautiful people, and killing ugly ones without question. It had been a fun week of destroying ugly people just because he could. Vega was an assassin in that regard, and when it came to ugly people, he made the Inquisition his home country had gone genocidal with centuries ago seem trite by compare. Men, women, children, if deemed ugly, would suffer a quick, bloodless death if possible, for Vega hated getting the blood of his enemies on him if he could avoid it. Vega saw himself as a vigilante in this regard, but it was beyond doubtful that anyone else in the entire world would share that sentiment as the masked matador.

He had been having so much fun 'saving' the world from the ugly gene that he had almost forgotten why he had traveled so far from home. Vega had been traveling to England often as of late, but his reasons were not that of a purging. Instead, his were trips of beauty, or at least its admiration.

A sly smile crossed his lips. It was HER… again. He wasn't expecting to have made such good time. "Ah, pretty pretty Cammy." the masked man recited as he eyed her at a far distance away. He always said that line aloud and to himself whenever he saw her. She was after all, beautiful, according to the vain one. She was slender, practically the look that anyone by standards would call anorexic, but that was not the case. Behind the exterior of a feminine twig there was power, easily visible by the muscle tone she had. Vega licked his lips as he continued to watch as silently as he was known to be. Her golden blonde hair was long indeed, and braided all the way down. 'Mmm, what beauty! Yes…' he grinned, watching quietly with the subtlety the Spaniard was known for.

That was when he caught glimpse of a nearby newspaper page on the ground. In a swift motion, the Spaniard leapt to the ground. "Hmm, assassination attempt on Gorbachev thwarted by his friend the Red Cyclone." he read aloud. "Perpetrator was said to have been wearing a strange black mask and two metal claws on her wrist. The Red Cyclone claims it was similar to a scumbag he once knew." the masked nobleman grinned. "Ah, Zangeif still remembers me, I'm touched…" he paused. "Touched by the ugly gene that is." to which the masked noble broke out into laughter. "Decapre,

Thailand

Adon was slumped on the dirt ground. It was as though he was making no effort to hold his body up at all as he let his head, shoulders and arms droop. The only thing that seemed to defy gravity was his legs… and his red hair as always. 'How?' he asked as he trembled in fear, his eyes clenched shut tightly. 'What am I doing?' he kept asking himself more and more questions. 'Am I truly worthy of my title of champion when it feels good to destroy a little girl? Could I really be a god of Muay Thai?' he paused, 'Gods create and destroy, don't they? What have I made? Why do I only seem to destroy more than I make?'

Karin blinked. Regaining the oxygen to her lungs was easy enough, though she was still bashed up and bleeding a bit. 'Shit! That hurt!' she grunted as she winced to the pain to her leg. "Gah!" the rich girl cried. Her pain however felt secondary in nature as she noticed her opponent. There in the corner, Adon was shaking like an unstable can, loaded with volatile dynamite. From what she could tell, she could have sworn she heard him crying, or whimpering in the very least. She tried to stand up, but her leg still felt numb. Al she could do was drag her battered body along the dirt with her still working leg and her arms, but they proved to be sufficient. "Um…" she began nervously. She was scared, of course. Adon had just smacked her silly until the cows came home after all. He even nearly signed her death warrant too. "Adon?" she asked, but he gave no response. He only whimpered some more. "I'm… erm, I'm sorry if I screamed before." 'What the hell am I saying? Why should I be apologizing about that?' she sighed. Still no response. At that, she placed a hand on his shoulder. The muscles were as solid as stone, and they weren't even tensed up. Karin hated to admit it to herself, but she kind of liked the feel. She couldn't help but feel around his shoulder at the texture of the muscles.

Adon stirred as he was pulled back to reality from the self pitied mulling he had plunged himself into, he glanced at her sadly. "Why are you apologizing to me?" he asked calmly and seriously. "What have I done to DESERVE your pity and concern?" his voice grew louder as he asked that. His eyes however did not meet her gaze. He was afraid she'd see through the false raged bravery that shrouded his fear, but he already was aware that she knew he was scared.

The blonde blinked in pause, "I scared you to death there, didn't I?" the woman stated, as though she figured it was as obvious as the fact that the sky was blue. She then 'hmphed' for effect, though it was probably of little consequence. "At least, that's what looked like had happened…" she trained

Adon's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the girl. Her brown eyes seemed wide and with concern, but he didn't care. "I scared myself!" he roared, overly loud for no apparent reason, other than to scare the woman all while pointing at himself. Its effect was not as great as he wanted. "I was afraid of myself, and the monstrous murderer I could have become." He snarled at the thought so nasty. "You are alive," he stated, an obvious fact. "I could hardly control my rage to the point I could have choked you to an undeserved death!" he said cold and distant, hating to admit it.

"Uh…" Karin had absolutely no idea what to say, and she hadn't even realized that her hand was still on his shoulder. In fact, there was absolute silence for a few minutes and Adon's head returned to drooping between his knees in self pity. After a few more minutes of brooding, he sighed and spoke again, "How's your leg?"

"My… leg?" she blinked, she had completely forgotten, until of course he had reminded her, to which the memory rewarded her with a numbness of sharp pain. "Yow! Why'd you have to remind me?" she scolded.

"I said it would likely take hours to fully heal," Adon retorted, "and would you get your god damn hand off my shoulder already?" he said, though his voice almost sounded as though it was betraying him as he said it. Dare he say it out loud, but the touch almost felt… relaxing.

Karin blinked, and quickly retracted her hand to her sides, flustered red with embarrassment. It was like she was caught with her pants down, but there were no pants down, or as some such saying goes. "Sorry…" she said a bit meekly. She didn't want him to choke her till she had ocular bleeding. How close he may have been to making her face bleed till she suffocated sent a frightening chill down her spine, and a tear from her eye. To nearly die in such a gruesome and dishonorable way was horrifying, even if such brutality was a way of life that her country had been brought up on… not to be grossed out by abnormal and gruesome visions and thoughts. It wasn't easy though, not for Karin anyway.

"Hey!" Adon called, "Lay down on your back." the Muay Thai God demanded.

Karin's eyes widened as her face grimaced. "What! I know rapists more subtle than that, freak!" she hissed in disgust.

"Listen snobby, do you want to be able to walk or not?" the red haired man asked angrily.

And thus, the rich girl once again found herself corrected. "Oh, uh…" she rubbed at the back of her head, flustering again, "Of course." 'He's on to me!' To this, she complied. Its not like she hadn't just gotten her face dragged along the dirt already. It tends to just happen when fighting occurs.

"I'm not sure how well this will work," Adon sighed, as he lifted the woman's pained leg to the air to setting it down in his lap. The girl would have hardly noticed if she hadn't been able to see it since it was so pained. "I'm not ever sure if I'm doing it correctly." The Muay Thai God sighed as his bandaged hands began to feel around for any spots tight or tender. 'Wait… the problem's probably by the inner thigh. God damn!' he nearly swore aloud, for this girl seemed to be nothing but trouble in the waiting.

"Well…" Karin trailed, sounding annoyed. "I'm not seated here so you can stare at me!" she snapped, stopping to grin. "Then again, I'll forgive you this time since, well I AM that good looking." a coy smile covered her lips.

Adon paid her no heed as he tapped at the bare knee. "Feel anything?" he asked in an impatiently snippy tone. This woman seemed looser than a fat man's shirt on a newborn infant.

"Yea, a bit hungry. Hurry up!"

"As I thought." Adon shook his head. He was no doctor, but the red haired Muay Thai God had endured his fair share of injuries, and being a loner meant there was only self-sufficiency.

Karin sighed as she let the 'expert' try to end the numbing. "Anyway…" she said loudly, "I was thinking," she smiled a bit shyly and slyly, "um… well you are quite strong."

Adon grinned "Why yes, your stating of the obvious I guess is a sign of respect on your part." His bandaged hands felt their way up the leg. "Do you feel anything?"

The girl shook her head, rolling her eyes to the Muay Thai God's sarcasm. "That's not my point." she sighed, "The point I'm getting at is, well…" she sighed, asking this may have just about been the worst idea of her life, or so she believed. "Can you teach me Muay Thai?" she asked timidly, mostly because she was down to one effective leg against a well seasoned warrior who might just kill her.

"Feel any…" the muscled man halted abruptly, his hand about an inch away from getting too close to where stranger's hands should not roam. He had to put an effort into holding back a laugh. "Right… HA! Like I'd waste my time on a runt like you… and a bitchy snob no less!" he sneered. "Feel anything!" he poked at the upper leg, his laughter though was making him careless.

"I could pay y…" she shivered suddenly. Adon had simply dared to touch a tad too close to privacy. "You perverse jerk!" she shouted, breathing heavily from the startling jolt, "I felt that, yes, but that's not my leg!" she grumbled. Had she not been battered and bruised, Karin might have strangled the Muay Thai God for such an adulterous touch… if there wasn't a strange sense of enjoyment in the back of her mind that kept pushing its way forward. It was mental warfare with herself that seemed to favor a slight smile.

Adon sighed. His touch had been less than a second, and he was trying to be professional. 'I HATE this woman!' he sneered.

Germany

Juli felt so empty. For three years now, she had felt so alone. Three years of deep depression as she sat in fetal position, curled on her bed. It had been nearly three years since Juni: friend, partner, and even lover at one point, had gone missing. She had eaten little, but refused to let herself die, in case she were to return, but her stomach was as empty as she thought her soul or heart had been. The pain had gotten to the short haired brunette, leaving a sad look in her eyes. A sad look she always seemed to hold on her face. Yet, here she sat alone in a darkness she saw fit to have herself live in as the memory of her close friend seemed to control her thoughts. 'Why, why did she still have to care about HIM?' tears escaped her eyes, as they always had when she thought of it.

Three Years Ago

A lithe female figure sat solemnly staring out a window. Holding her head in her hand, the orangey-blonde haired young woman sighed. She missed him, she missed feeling as though she had a purpose, a reason to live, and the prestige that she held.

"Juni," interrupted Juli, who had far more meat on her bones than ever before, and probably would ever have again. "Are you feeling ok?" the brunette asked concerned as she rested an arm on her friend's shoulder. "You haven't been eating much lately."

Juni eyed the brunette. How she loved her so, she was the closest tie to existence that she ever had, but that didn't seem as enough. "Sorry," she sighed. "I was just thinking… about him."

Juli's eyes widened. "Bison!" she gasped. "You were thinking about that… awful monster… again!" she could not stand this. Bison was the near ruin of the life of a baker's dozen worth of girls who hadn't even reached a legal age. "How can you wish you simply existed to assassinate once more?" she asked with concern. This was not the first time that Juni had shown a want to see or be with Bison. It was indeed a sign of desperation, and Julia would not turn her back on her broken friend yet. With a hug to the girl at around midriff level. The memories of Shadaloo enslavement were scant at first, but as time moved on, memories returned, and life became more horrific.

"We were his beautiful dolls." Juni reasoned. "He told us so, quite often."

"We were expendable, as far as he cared!" Juli stated harshly. "He always feared free thought." her face returned to deep sadness. "Maybe you never noticed, but I used to be sad all the time."

This was not new news to the blonde, but she hated hearing Julia's depression story, it always made the blonde's eyes water. "You still have me, dear." she smiled weakly. It was a faux smile, but she was glad she had Julia. Without the brunette to act as glue to life, she would feel so very detached, and without any purpose at all. "Still, I feel an emptiness… I'm sorry." the blonde German sighed, "I hate making you sad like this, but I just can't help it," the blonde continued, "He called me important, and powerful."

"He never said such things to me." Julia's frown grew at that. "He treated me like shit, because of the sadness I could not bottle away. He feared emotion, and saw me as a reject." It was times like this that Juli wished she could forget everything! "His methods of control were harsh and disgusting." a tear splashed upon the tiled floor as she spoke.

Juni had not heard this part of her love's story, but she had a bad feeling about it. "What did…" she stopped herself. Should she even dare to ask?

Apparently, there was no need. "Rape! Not even he himself," Juli sobbed, "He had that black guy do it!"

Juni winced, "You mean Balrog?" She shuddered at the thought, the idea of the boxer doing such a thing really put a sick twist on the meaning of the word fisting.

Juli shook her head, still sobbing "Birdie." she stated oddly calm in spite of her situation. "His reasoning was that I was not to think of myself as anything above his mere grunts. I wasn't even supposed to think at all." the amount of tears increased as she explained.

"Birdie? The one with the Mohawk?" Juni snarled, "What a scumbag nigger!"

Juli shook her head again, as she wiped at her watery eyes, "Birdie hated the idea as much as I did." she paused to exhale loudly before continuing, "He told me so. It's difficult to forget something so awful. He said 'A kid like you shouldn't be treated like this. When I take over this hellhole, you're out of here. A nice kid like you don't deserve this bullshit!' Birdie isn't really that evil." her head lowered itself to the table. What a great way to spend dinner time, crying over a haunting past.

The next day, Juli woke to find that Juni was gone, and she hadn't been back since. 'She went looking for him. She went looking for M. Bison.'

Present

Juli mulled in sorrow nowadays. There was little else she felt worth living for besides that. Juni was gone, and life just felt too empty. She could not help but wonder where Juni was now.

Location Unknown

Senoh fumed. Years of near loneliness and failed study can easily vex anyone. It was by luck that he was not alone, however. "I just can't figure this out!" he screamed. "How can I harness Psycho Energy with this shit for information?" He was talking to nobody, but he spoke the words anyway.

"Do you realize what kind of mistake you make?" a male voice chimed in. As Senoh eyed his interrupter, he grinned. The speaker was literally smaller than a square foot in length, its body was fuzzy except for a long tail. In short, it was a gerbil… a talking gerbil, in a cage. "Everything that Bushin stands for you seek to crumble." This was Guy, the thirty-ninth master of Bushin ninjitsu, or at least, it was his voice and mind. His empty hull of a body meanwhile was at the other edge of the room in a sealed container. Lean and tall, the skin was slightly tanned, with partially matted, straight hair.

Senoh laughed. "Ah, who's a fuzzy hamster?" he smiled, treating the warrior like he would a mere pet. "Run the wheel for me!"

"I'm a gerbil…" Guy corrected. "What am I saying?" he realized. For three long years, Guy had been a gerbil, at least, by gerbil standards, he had gone through a lifetime.

"You are an asset." Senoh grinned. The little souls swapped rodent would be useful to the scientist in due time. "You're probably just hungry." Senoh grinned. Guy went silent, and gave the madman as stern a look as any six inch long critter every could. "Where's Juni?" he asked with concern. 'How the hell am I supposed to make an elemental mixture using HELIUM!' he looked over a set of instructions. Senoh had been having strange dreams as of late, and Bison would appear as though the once Shadaloo lord was an almighty prophet. These dreams were unnatural, and the ideas went against everything that the laws of chemistry would allow, and as far as he knew, noble gases like helium cannot mix with other elements.

The doctor sighed, it was just another day at work as he dared to pour the hot liquid iron into the sealed beaker that held the helium he had to mix it with. Every time he tried, the same thing would always happen… absolutely nothing, except for that one time when he missed the bowl and singed his hand with iron, but when done as instructions read, it always failed. It was assuredly difficult to gather helium, and iron was also a bother. Not only was it difficult to gather, but removing impurities was never fun to do.

As the liquid began to fall in, the scientist quickly slammed the lid back on before too much helium could escape. As usual, nothing seemed to happen except for the liquid metal shaping to the shape of the container. Other than that, nothing of consequence occurred. "Mr. Senoh…" came a voice from a nearby room. It was Juni, the only other person out there who would dare lift a finger in the aid of Shadaloo. Since the years ago she left to find Bison, it quickly became apparent that the man of the Psycho Power was dead. That did not stop Juni though, for she knew that Bison was not one to stay dead. He had cheated death many times before, and maybe he'd cheat it again. Then she found Senoh. She knew not how she found him, but she did by a stroke of luck. Now, she helps him daily to revive the master she wanted to work for once more.

"Juni!" the scientist spoke quickly. "I know you have the dark energies of the psycho drive in your blood and veins." he paused as she nodded. "I need you to unleash a small portion into this mixture." He smiled as he explained "Last night, Bison's words were more eager than ever. No longer is he battling both Rose and the demons of hell!"

The gerbil spoke up. "Rose?" he knew her, and how she had become possessed like a demon by a truly demonic entity.

Senoh grinned. "You still care about that bitch?" This only resulted in the gerbil bashing against the clear plastic wall of its cage, though it lacked the strength to even budge the material with such a puny body structure. "Even after she nearly kills you, you still care?" Senoh knew, he had been with Shadaloo for the longest time, after all.

"That was not Rose." the gerbil said sternly. "That was not the innocent woman who risked her life to save the lives of many."

Senoh laughed. "Your obliviousness humors me greatly." he paused to catch his breath in between hearty laughs. The melted metal in the container he had on the table had evaporated, yet there was nothing that was in there to evaporate it to begin with. "She…" he did not finish his statement.

"She's the lesser part of me that I'm better off without." came a male voice with a dark chill to it. The three living organisms in the room felt a strange chill as they heard the voice. "I'm in the sealed container," the voice stated more calmly. "Do remove the lid, Senoh."

"Bison?" Juni wondered aloud.

"Yes dear Juni," the disembodied voice chuckled darkly, "It is good to see that in spite of my theory, your loyalty would have remained even with free thought."

"That chill!" Guy remembered it well. He may have held the beautiful body of Rose in his hands years ago, but the chill he felt was unmistakable. "By Bushin!" the gerbil exclaimed in fear.

"Ah, what an adorable pet gerbil." the disembodied voice chuckled, "It has quite a personality on it too. I like that. Yes! It feels good to be out of the grip of the demons of hell!" There was no mistaking it, M. Bison was back!

Author's notes: Well, that was a long one. Can you feel the romance, all warm and fuzzy? Oh wait, that's just Guy the gerbil. Sit tight, another chapter headed your way soon. More reviews, folks.