THE KING OF FIGHTERS '00
THE DHS TEAM: CHAPTER 1
It was a perfect day.
The sun shone brightly in the sky. Birds sang a tune of joy and love.
And far, far beneath this peace, a furious argument was going on, as a long line of people waited for entry, in the King of Fighters '00 (Er…Millennium Fight) Tournament.
It was not looking to be Chizuru's day.
First came the normal headaches of running a King of Fighters tournament. And for all she knew, her secretary was off lounging somewhere with that girlfriend of his. He was so dead... provided Chizuru herself survived this night.
"Look, lady. The rules are clear. In my tournament, there are no one-person teams. We aren't even letting Iori or Rugal do that this year," she explained to a stubborn entrant for what seemed like the fifth time.
"And why is that?" Asked the new contestant, dressed in a red dress that revealed WAY too much.
"Because we don't want to be liable of the beating a three-on-one match can bring. Also, too many people in the old King of Fighters tournaments thought they could showboat and enter alone, and got their butts kicked in the process. I'm not having it this time. So kindly stop asking me, would you?" she growled.
Apparently *finally* getting the point, the new contestant walked off in a huff, muttering, "I can't *believe* I flew *ten thousand miles* for this shit..."
"Profanity won't get you anywhere either!" Chizuru yelled after her. "Just come back when you have people willing to fight with you. Next!"
She let out a sigh, as the next one walked up.
He was a bespectacled young man, sixteen or so. A pair of fingerless gloves covered his hands, while a blue jacket was draped over a standard T-shirt with the words "Dunman High" written over it.
More meat for slaughter, then, Chizuru thought sardonically.
"Name?"
"Chan. But you can call me Burnout."
"Good grief. Where's your team?"
The boy/man waved, and three other kids, around his age, stepped out from behind him. They all had a certain rigid sameness about them, even though their clothing and features were different.
"Okay." Chizuru took out a spare pen.
"Names?"
Chan pointed at the first one, a wiry, agile-looking kid with a large hairdo and slight buck teeth. "Ryan a.k.a Quicksilver. He's a Physical Adept, whatever that means."
" Okayyy…"
The next one was the tallest, who wore an armored visor of some type. A pair of nasty-looking blades dangled from his arms."Alistair Andrew Gillus, a.k.a Andro. Or AudronGenX."
"Chan, I TOLD you not to call me 'Gillus'. It's 'Gill', not Gillus."
"Shut up."
The pen darted over the paper once more.
"And the last member of our team is…"
There was a slight commotion, and all turned around, as the last boy in the group began doing unpleasant psychic things to an unfortunate pickpocket, much to the amusement of others.
"Uh…We call him Ogion. He has a self-image..."
"DIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
"…And an anger management problem. Don't worry, he's on medication."
Chizuru rubbed her temples, and reached for the nearby bottle of aspirin. Empty so soon? Damn.
"Alright. You boys seemed to have all the necessary criteria. The first match is tomorrow, same place. What's your team called again?"
"The DHS team. It stands for 'Dunman High School.' We're from Singapore, so…"
"Yare yare…"
The group slapped brief high-fives.
"We did it!"
"We're in! WOO HOO!!!"
"Yeah! Styling!"
"Shut up, dumbass."
The boys soon vanished into the distance, carried along by their argument.
The next person in line stepped forward.
"ME IS B.B. BEAR!!!"
"…"
It was going to be a long day. Chizuru's hands twitched, as she contemplated getting them around her assistant's throat.
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That night…
The DHS team lay sprawled in their hotel room, worn out after a hard day of partying.
The fact that the battle was tomorrow didn't really concern them. Hey, they were
merely teenagers after all, still going through the raging hormonal stage of puberty. Chan sighed. Yeah, they were his best friends, but somehow, he just didn't have much hope of victory.
Still…
They DID have some powers, after the science accident involving rubber bands, a visiting demolition expert, and a highly volatile mixture of…
His mind strayed away from that line of thought.
Well, tomorrow would decide everything. Win or lose, a new legend would be writt…
"Shut up, Chan. Did you know you talk in your sleep?"
"…Sorry."
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The next day…
"Right, you lugs. Let's make this a quick and painless as possible. Team name?"
"The DHS team, from…"
"Okay. Powers?"
Ryan raised a hand.
"Uh…I can beat the crap out of…"
"Right. Next?"
Andro spoke up.
"I'm a marksman, and know some…"
"Last two!"
Bryan looked up.
"I can do unpleasant psychic things to anyone who annoys me."
The rude tournament exc paused, taken aback by this development.
"I see. And…"
"Chan."
"Chan, what can you do?"
"Well, I know how to channel elements…"
"No."
"What?"
"Elemental powers are copyrighted by certain fighters."
The man began to tick them off on his fingers.
"Electricity: Benimaru, that wimp. Earth: Bogard. Air: The now-deceased 'Immortal Geese Howard.' And don't even THINK of using fire, no thanks to three guys who have already ripped it off. So, barring that, what can you DO?"
"Well, I have a guardian 'Stand' called 'World Eater Remix'…"
"Okay. Down the ramp and into the ring. And may the Almighty have pity upon your souls."
"Who's our first opponent?"
The man smiled, eyes taking a decidedly evil glint.
"The Ikari Warriors."
"Who?"
"You'll find out soon. Verrrryyy soon."
(Well, that's the end of chapter 1. This is my first fic, so please read and review. I'll be posting character profiles/moves later. "Yare yare" is from Jojo's Bizzare Adventure, as is Chan's original Stand, World-Eater. If anyone knows where good KOF fics are, please tell me. Also, Bryan's 'Medication' is a nod to 'Akira'. And yes, I AM a DHS student.)