[Disclaimer] I do not own The King of Fighters! And I don't own Kanon, either! All the credit goes to the creators, okay!
[Author's Note] Sorry about the typos and other writing errors.
(Chapter Seven – Talk To Me)
Narrator: About 15 minutes later, Rock and Sayuri sat down at some different part of the dock. The blond set all of his knives on the ground, and then pulled a fish from out of the bucket. He grabbed one of the knives and was about to cut open the fish.
Sayuri: Howard?
Rock: Yeah?
Sayuri: Is it alright if I ask you something?
Rock: Sure thing. What is it?
Sayuri: Promise me that you won't get mad.
Rock: I promise, now what in tarnation is it?
Sayuri: ….. *Turns head* I want to know about your parents, so can you tell me about them now?
Rock: ….. *Turns head*.
Sayuri: Last time, you didn't tell me anything… If you're upset about something, maybe I can help.
Narrator: Rock was silent, he didn't say a word. She could tell by just looking at his face that he was upset about something. She stared at him, feeling worried about him. After two minutes of muteness, he looked at her and started to talk.
Rock: They're dead. My pa died and my ma died; happy now?
Narrator: Sayuri instantaneously felt unconditionally horrible, and Rock's little "Happy now?" comment made her feel even more upset.
Sayuri: I-I'm sorry, Howard.
Narrator: He then noticed that she felt bad, and he didn't want to make her feel distressed.
Rock: Don't feel bad, Sayuri. I'm fine.
Sayuri: ….. *Wipes eyes*.
Rock: You alright?
Narrator: Sayuri was looking down at the ground as she shook her head "No".
Rock: ….. My ma died soon after I came out of her womb, and my pa got killed by some… some idiot truck driver!
Sayuri: ….. I'm so sorry to hear that…
Rock: That… IDIOT truck driver!
Narrator: Rock then grabbed one of the knives and stabbed the fish that was in front of him.
Sayuri: *Gasp*.
Rock: (!)
Narrator: They both looked at the fish as it was still trying to breathe. So much blood flew everywhere, staining both Rock and Sayuri's clothing. When too much of its blood was lost, the fish then stopped trying to breathe and died. For some reason, this made them both feel sad. Sure, he was going to gut the fish out, but seeing one die like this was just… unnatural, or something.
Sayuri: …..
Narrator: The red eyed boy then stood and kicked the bucket over, which sent fish flying everywhere. Sayuri was now kind of scared at his behavior.
Rock: If I ever see that man again, I swear! I'll kill him with these hands! I'll burn him until he becomes nothing but a lifeless bag of cooked flesh!
Sayuri: H-Howard?
Narrator: Rock then heard Terry's voice ring in his head, saying, "Hey, Rookie, get serious!" He then began to scream and kick the fish around. His hands started to burn with his blue flames, and he couldn't control it! He couldn't make it stop!
Rock: GAHHH! MY HANDS!
Narrator: He then fell on his knees in pain, trying to make his hands stop burning. Sayuri began to cry, and she really didn't know what to do.
Sayuri: Howard!
Narrator: His hands couldn't take much more of this. For some reason, Sayuri got down on her knees and grabbed his hands. She forced their fingers to entwine together; for some odd reason, her hands didn't get burned when she did this. Seconds later, his hands quit burning up. He started to pant as he calmed down; she started to relax, as well. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say or do.
Rock: ….. Sayuri, why did you-
Sayuri: I don't know… It's like….. a voice told me to do it.
Rock: …..
Sayuri: Are your hands alright, Howard?
Rock: Yeah, I reckon they are. When I get really angry, and I can't control myself, my blood boils so much that it makes my hands start to burn.
Sayuri: That's horrible.
Rock: Oh, it's alright.
Sayuri: Not when you hurt yourself.
Rock: Yeah…..
Sayuri: I wanted to say sorry again, Howard. I know how that feels, too. My little brother died when I was a child.
Rock: Oh, sorry about that, Sayuri.
Sayuri: …..
Narrator: She let go of his hands and sat down next to him. She then hugged him and started to cry.
Sayuri: *Sobs* Please, comfort me, Howard.
Narrator: She looked and sounded so helpless to him. He hugged her and started to move back and forth.
Rock: There, there. Everything will be alright.
Sayuri: *Sniffle*.
Narrator: She always let out her tears towards Rock. She felt like he was the only one that she could have done this to. Soon after a while, she fell asleep; he heard her soft, cute snores.
Rock: Little angel fell to sleep. I guess I'll take her back to her house.
Narrator: Rock then stood up and carried her back to her house; so much for the fish.
End of chapter seven!
Kyo: I kind of feel sorry for the fish. Don't you?
Iori: No.
Kyo: Why did I even bother asking that?
Iori: Humph! You tell me.
