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PART ONE
Kilik wrinkled his nose at the jarring smell of...he didn't know. It was more than likely what some of the locals called wurst ("sausage"). Germans seemed to love those, he presumed, because every tavern he entered served the dish; and the locals ate it as if it were going to be proclaimed the new Forbidden Fruit the following day.
While he practiced eating habits (which included avoiding meats) the elders at the Ling Sheng Su temple deemed healthy, he couldn't resist the tempting aroma and soon found himself in a random tavern with a plate of sausage and potatoes before him.
He found the taste to be exquisite, as he expected. And in spite of the fact that this delicious dish before him was making his day, there was still a taste he preferred. A taste far better than anything edible. The taste of his first kiss.
The taste of Seung Mi Na's lips.
He had only kissed her once, weeks---maybe even months, ago. Yet the sweet softness remained---not just on his lips but on his mind. He had longed to see, let alone kiss, that charming Korean girl since he had last seen her in the Italian city of Venice. (Read Emerald Earrings -- Ed.) He longed to see the peerless luster of her long and braided hair; he remembered exactly how she smiled, frowned, and spoke in that assertive way he grew fond of. He prayed that just maybe they'd cross paths for a third time.
But then he'd sadly remind himself that she had other goals, her own goals, in life; she was firmly set on achieving them and that the chances of him seeing her ever again were incredibly slim.
The smudged, ale-stained map of the Holy Roman Empire set on the wooden table before him didn't help things, either. Its massive size and population only served to remind Kilik of the impossibility of meeting with her. Reality had slapped him in the face like a groped bar maid.
Suddenly not feeling so hungry anymore, Kilik dropped the metallic eating utensil into the bowl, grabbed the map, and proceeded to turn to leave the tavern. As he turned, however, a pair of slender hands slipped over his eyes.
He wasn't in the best of moods and almost considered using physical force to shrug off whomever decided to push his proverbial buttons. But a few low snickers paused him. This person was undeniably female.
Can it be?
"It's me!"
He recognized the voice and nearly choked. He slipped away and turned to open his disbelieving eyes at the one before him. Much to his immediate surprise, a familiar person stood there. Live and in the flesh. "Xianghua?"
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A/N: Sorry about this being so short but I was itching to test this out. If you frequent the Soul Calibur forum here, you'd see that I made a post referring to this. I figured, "Heck, no one responded to it yet, so I'll just go ahead and do this." PLEASE tell me what you think so I can quit or continue while I'm ahead! I don't wanna be shittin' myself. =D
