6/6/01
Disclaimer: the characters such as Kenji, Uriko, etc. belong to Hudson Soft
Dedication: God, my parents, my 'brothers', Hudson for creating Bloody Roar I-III, and my readers, especially PokeDigi, Xion, StarryPeach, LazzyQ, Alica, Deoku, VGuyver, Flyby, and Niteflite.
Bloody Roar III: Revenge Feels Blissful
By Tiger5913
"I have returned…"
The murmured words faded into the passing wind, following the path of the breeze as it weaved through the surroundings. Eyes filled with distaste and jealousy latched onto the sight of two figures standing on the porch before a house. The words in their quiet conversation was too silent to be audible, but after a short amount of time, one of them insured movement. An angered rumble flew into the air with a vicious hiss, as heated red fires ignited in hardened maroon pupils.
So… she betrayed me… The stealthy protagonist thought while hatred surged through his veins as he watched the male lean foreword to kiss his date goodnight.
Unable to stand seeing anymore, he turned away from the duo and leapt off the branch that he had formerly been perched on. Travelling by way of the coverings of the trees, he finally descended to the pavement when he was a couple blocks away. Scanning his present environment, the young man saw that he was in a dark alleyway and sought out to release the anger that was slowly bubbling up to the surface.
She lied… were the words that scrolled through his mind scornfully as he strolled over to a large green dumpster sitting in a dark corner. My master was right… and now she shall pay for this.
Closing his eyes, he summoned the hidden power that was bestowed within him, releasing the ability that only certain people had. A flash exploded from him, briefly scaring off the shadows and lighting up the alley. His eyelids shot open, and he had retained a different form; glancing down quickly, the figure smiled inwardly at the wicked claws that had replaced his former human hands. Each lengthening at over half a feet, he remembered the blood of his past victims staining them, and was soothed with the thought of feeling the warm red liquid seeping out of open wounds of a certain young woman…
Adverting his attention back to the dumpster, he let out a shrill battle screech of the mole and began executing spiteful techniques. The sturdy metal of the stature quickly succumbed to his enraged attack, and wastes spilled out onto the streets as he made quick work. Clanking and tearing noises rang into the air, but he was oblivious to them, as the only thing he focused on was getting out the pain that plagued him.
"Hey!! What are you doing there?!" A voice shouted from behind him.
Realizing that someone was witnessing his doings, he reverted back into his human self, smirking arrogantly at the poor soul that had dared cross him. The former mole whirled around to face the newcomer, spying a middle-aged man standing a couple feet away.
"You're destroying the city's property!" the bystander yelled foolishly.
His eyes flashed crimson even as a thin malicious smile made its way over his lips. "And you will look like that dumpster in a matter of seconds."
"What-"
Before the innocent person could finish his sentence, the younger man growled menacingly and morphed again almost unconsciously. Fear immediately overtook the other individual, and he gasped out the word, "Z-z-z-z-z-zoanthrope!!"
That's right, you worthless imbecile. The agile animal sneered, and charged straight for his newest victim without wasting anymore time.
His eyes widening in dread, the man turned to run away, but he only proceeded a few steps before death met him. "Ar-rgh!" was the final cry that he uttered as the mole jumped atop him, and clamped a tight grip around his neck with two sharp-clawed hands. Hastily spinning around in full circles, he quickly twisted the head off, and watched with wicked glee as the dead body fell limply to the floor. He carelessly tossed the head away, uncaring of its happenings as he laughed inwardly, his blood lust satisfied for the time being.
As he was about to leave and disappear back into the shadows, a sudden familiar scent reached his snout: the smell of another zoanthrope nearby… At first, he was about to disregard the feeling, but when he also heard a shocked gasp somewhere behind him, he stopped. Well… a new playmate… perhaps I'll keep this one around a bit longer than the last…
Eerie green eyes shifted to glance at the outsider, and he let out a small screech of surprise when he spied a figure with an enticing hourglass form. It was too much of a coincidence; all too-familiar light brown pupils met his gaze, fright dwelling in them, mixed with courage. He gave her the once-over, feeling a hunger igniting at the sight of her supple body, yet also felt an urge to thrust his claw into her abdomen. The image of her life ending at his hands brought strange pleasure to him, even as he could feel his primitive instincts tell him to perform something otherwise.
"…What are you…?" she asked, and he felt like commending her for keeping her voice steady.
Being in his beast form, he couldn't verbally speak, so he just stood immobilized, watching her silently with curiosity lingering in his irises. She took a few steps back, and naturally, he followed her, knowing that she was trying to lure him under the streetlight nearby. Smirking nonchalantly, he allowed her to do so, and cackling to himself as he watched her expression turn into awe.
"Kenji…?!" the girl inquired, her voice growing high-pitched. "N-no, wait… T-this can't be…you wouldn't kill someone so coldly like that…!"
Oh yes, and I'm glad to see you too, Uriko. Kenji Ohgami thought with a cool glance. Now that you're here, the real fun can begin. Without giving her another chance to speak, he darted at her, then swiftly jumped over her head, escaping the area.
"S-stop!" Uriko Nonomura cried out as she turned to stubbornly chase him.
She wants to play cat and mouse? Fine. He stopped abruptly, feeling her run into his back. He whirled around to face her, and the two forged eye contact for what seemed like an eternity, before he finally made a move. Back-flipping three times, light flashed from him once again, and he stood in a still pose, then lifted his dark-haired head up to look at her.
Taking note that she was temporarily distracted from the brightness, a sinister smile played about his lips and he arose to a standing position. Approaching her, he paused when they were separated by a mere foot, and lunged out at her with his arm, targeting her throat. He wanted to grab the tender part, then laugh as he crushed it with his bare hand, anxious to hear the sickening crack.
You're braver than I thought. He mused silently. Direly imprudent, but brave.
Somehow, the female zoanthrope bent her body backward at an almost impossible angle, and instead, turned the tables on him. She imprisoned his arm in a tight, iron grip while growling, "What do you think you're doing…Kenji??"
Her counter infuriated him and he didn't bother offering an answer; just crouched down and kicked at her shins forcefully, wanting to free himself. Stunned for a moment, she groaned, and taking that as an advantage, he thrust both of his palms at her abdomen, pushing her back away from him. As she fell to the ground, he made his way over to her and quickly grabbed a hold of her long auburn hair while she was trying to stand up again. The silky strands weakened him for a moment when he reveled in the soft feeling, but he quickly brushed that away with an irritated scowl.
He yanked on her hair roughly, lifting her up to her feet; a cry that sounded muffled reached his ears and that pained release coming from her pleased him. Still, he had orders, and he would obey his master at all costs, so he threatened, "Do not interfere, or else."
Before she could recover from that, Kenji performed his Smoke Bomb tech, and vanished from her sight in the next instant. Reappearing atop the roof of a building just a couple yards away, he watched her from his distance, his eyes narrowing when he saw her morph. Is she stupid enough to actually try and go after me? He received his answer when the feline turned in a different direction and pranced away. Hm, I suppose not.
Gazing at her retreating form, he remembered how desirable she had looked earlier, even cloaked in the shadows of the night. Unconsciously, his tongue slid out to graze over his lips as he thought devilishly, She likes playing games. I wonder how Uriko will like participating in a round of slave and master…
To be continued…
Author's Note: This little short series will be all about what Kenji was thinking when he saw Uriko with Matt, and explains why he'd go out and kill some innocent person afterwards (being pissed off does that to ya, I guess ^^). The next part to follow this will be his evil thoughts when he fights her again in the daytime, and then, the ever-remorseful whipping session… *cringes at the thought*