Note: I don't own Street Fighter or King of Fighters (or any other series
that might pop up). Simple as that. Also if you didn't read the first one
I suggest you do before starting this one. It's good for ya. Also, I've
added some translations at the start of each chapter for the new moves,
especially those that people aren't familiar to. This story does have some
strong language. . . but it's sort of scarce. That's why it's PG-13.
The Start of Problems
Translations for this chapter:
Shakunetsuken: Scorching Heat Fist
He had to run. That's the only thing on the young, dark-skinned man's mind as he darted through thick Tokyo sidewalks. He didn't even know why he ran in the first place. It was an instinct and once he did, he made things worse for himself. He broke down a dark alleyway and stopped, pressing his back against the brick wall, letting his chasers pass on by. He just stared at them in fear, not realizing why they were chasing him like a fox in the woods. He just didn't care.
"Shit. . ." he breathed as he walked down the alleyway and decided to take the shortcut back to his house. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he thought about who was waiting for him at home. He couldn't wait to see his wife's cheerful, child-like face as he stepped in the doorway. The sheer thought made him smile, forgetting his current situation.
"Sakura."
It had been roughly 4 years after Darrell Markis and Sakura Kasugano defeated the two superpowers, Shin Akuma and Ultimate Rugal. Since then they got married and settled down in a one-family house not far from Sakura's parent's house. They lived happily without regrets, Darrell getting a job at a computer software store and Sakura still attending college with her friends. Everything seemed fine. . . until recently. Some punks, probably gang members, suddenly started to attack Darrell as soon as he got off work and although Darrell was more than enough of a match for them, he just didn't have time to get into a scuffle. He tried to run but they followed in hot pursuit until recently when he lost them.
Darrell hopped a small gate and saw his home right in front of him. He didn't realize that he ran almost 3/4ths of a mile, so he was surprised that he was some so quickly. He breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped into the light of public and prepared to cross. . .
CRACK!!
Darrell ate pavement. . . fast. Someone blasted him hard in the side of the head with a punch and when Darrell turned around to his back, he met the culprit, one of the kids that jumped him unexpectedly.
"Just who the fuck do you think you are?!" The youth shouted, threatening to punch him again. "How could you disgrace the name of our gang by beating up every single member? I can't forgive you!"
"What the hell are you talking about," Darrell said calmly as he got up and brushed off his shirt with a hand. "I have no time to mess with punks like you."
"Liar!!" the boy yelled as he tried to throw another punch to Darrell's face. . . which was quickly caught with ease. He grunted as he tried to break free but Darrell's grip was too much. Darrell's eyes started to flame as he gave a response to the kid, who had to be like 14 years old.
"Listen. punk. If you really want to defend the honor of your so-called gang, then do it with the person who actually gave a damn to mess with you. Like I said, I'm busy and I have other things to do with my life. . . Now. . ."
The kid instantly ate Darrell's flaming uppercut, the Shakunetsuken Upper, sending him flying to the pavement.
"Get lost. . ." he finished. The kid heeded his warning and scrambled off the ground and ran full speed out the way. Darrell sighed. He didn't understand why kids would waste their youth in a gang. He never did such a thing in his youth. He was raised better than that. He crossed the street, got the mail and went inside.
It was warm inside the living room as he stepped into the room and put his windbreaker on the coat rack. As soon as he did, a voice rang out behind him.
"Hey. . ."
Darrell spun around and a pair of lips met his. He was surprised for a second before realizing who it was. He returned the passion of the kiss right back to sender and after a while he broke it. Darrell stared at a grown-up Sakura, her hair slightly longer than she normally wore it and wearing just a normal oversized tee-shirt.
"Hi, my big cherry blossom," Darrell returned Sakura's greeting, remembering that Sakura was a year and a half older than he was (22 years to 20). Of course it was weird being married an older woman but to those two it didn't matter. Love was all that mattered.
"So how was your day?" Sakura asked while sitting down in the living room sofa and resumed watching TV.
Darrell sighed and sat down next to her, taking off his work shirt revealing just another normal tee-shirt. "It was going fine until I got off work. Some punks tried to jump me, saying that I attacked their gang. I was like, 'Why the hell would I waste my time fighting punks like you?', but they kept at it."
"Hmm. . . Sounds weird," Sakura replied. . . or so they thought. Both looked behind the couch and came face to face with Sakura Satsu, Sakura Kasugano's dark side. They separated 4 years ago after their huge adventure and stayed like that. Unlike other beings made of Satsu no Hadou, Sakura S. came out a lot more tamer, acting more like a twin than an evil side. It's was fun to have her around. Just like her sister, the darker Sakura wore the same type of tee-shirt her original was, only hers was black. As she hopped over the couch into the last available part of the sofa, Sakura K. started to talk to her husband about his predicament.
"What in the world would give them the idea that someone who doesn't bother anyone without a reason just attack a gang like that?" she asked. Darrell just shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm not worried about it. It's none of my business. Anyway, I should be asking how was your day."
"Me? You know how college is. . . Oh, wait. That's right. You didn't go to college," Sakura ended mockingly.
Darrell shot her a look. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"I'm saying that you didn't need a college degree to start working with computers. You skipped on me."
"Hey, what can I say? I don't think I would have learned much anyway," Darrell said while looking straight forward. A pause arouse throughout the room before Darrell asked another question.
"Hey, Sakura. . . Did you. . ."
"I didn't even ask her," she immediately cut him off. "Karin went to me and challenged me again during lunch. We didn't finish before the bell, though, so we called it a draw until tomorrow."
"I'm surprised that they let you guys fight during lunch," Darrell said.
"That's because we know when to and not to fight," Sakura S. responded. "We're responsible people."
"Besides, Kei probably would have stopped me anyway," Sakura K. added to her sister's comment. "She still, even after all these years, won't stop telling me to stop fighting."
"What's her problem?" Darrell asked while raising an eyebrow. "We don't even go out to tournaments like we used to anymore. Besides, we know we have things to do."
"It's just that she wants me to become just like her," the lighter Sakura replied while rolling her eyes. "She wants me to dedicate ALL my time into my studies. Geez! Sometimes she acts like a second mother."
Darrell let out a small laugh as he then proceeded to relax. Once again, after a while he asked another question.
"Hey. . . I want to know. . . Did you tell her what you were going to do for the spring break?"
Sakura K. shook her head. "I didn't even call Hinata about it. She's busy, anyway. Said something about taking care of her new baby. . ."
"Oh. . ."
The other part of the group, Hinata Wakaba, was in a sexually active relationship with Kyosuke Kagami. . . and of course they brought another life into the world. She had a lot of her time taken up by the baby, who was only 1 year old, and was also considering marrying him. Sakura hadn't even seen her around her house or old hangouts. It was apparent that their lives have went on to bigger things after high school. . . Playtime was over.
She gave a deep sigh and closed her eyes briefly before getting up.
"Where are you going, sis?" the darker Sakura asked.
"Nowhere. . . I'm just getting something to eat real quick."
"Okay. . ." she replied and replaced her focus on the TV. The quietness lasted about a few minutes before a chill across Darrell's body. He shuddered, looking over his shoulder expecting someone, and found nothing.
"Weird. . . I could have sworn. . . I felt something. . . similar. . ."
"Something wrong, Darrell?"
"Nah. . ." he answered while closing his eyes and letting his mind wander. He pictured one of his old sparring matches with Sakura K. about a year ago in their backyard. . .
-Flashback: one year ago-
"Hadouken!"
"Hadouken!"
Both attacks canceled out. Darrell and Sakura backed away from each other and took a breathing break. They were fighting for a good 20 minutes straight, the average for their fights and they normally stop by now but Darrell got an idea,
"Hey, Sakura!"
"Yeah. . .?"
"I think we should see who really wins this match. First one to hit the ground loses, okay?"
Once again Sakura developed that look of determination in her eyes. "Fine. Let's go! Shunpukyaku!"
Sakura tried to go right for the kill with her modified Hurricane Kick, something Darrell saw clearly and decided to counter.
"Shakunetsuken!!" he yelled while going for his uppercut special move. He connected and Sakura was pretty close to hitting the ground but she recovered. Just then, he felt something. It was slight, but it was noticeable. The energy felt just like that of Shin Akuma's. . . but it also felt familiar, like it belonged to him. He paused, not bothering to notice Sakura's Shinku Hadouken until it knocked him out. He spent a good week in the bed bandaged up after that. . . but he still couldn't get over it. . .
-End Flashback-
That energy he just sensed was the same of that of last year. Before he could think about it more, Sakura K. jumped onto his lap, totally surprising him, making her giggle.
"You know I hate it when you get lost in your thoughts," she teased while giving him a smile. "Relax more."
"What are you talking about, Sakura?" Darrell asked, only to get a light, friendly punch on the nose from Sakura and returned the favor.
"You know what I'm talking about. . ."
"Oh. . . You mean like THIS!?!"
"Hey! H-hey! Stop!! Ha, ha!! You KNOW I-I'm ticklish!! Stop it!!!"
"I don't think so!"
"Oh, I hate it when you do that!"
Darrell's laugh could be heard throughout the room as Sakura fully sat next to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Four years running. . ." she whispered into his ear.
"And no matter what. . . we'll stay together. . ." Darrell added. "Come on. . . It's late and I want to hit the sack."
"What?" Sakura yelped out loud, looking at the time, which read 5:58 P.M. "It's nowhere near time for bed, Darrell."
Darrell responded by giving his wife a smile. "That's not what I meant. . ."
Sakura stared at Darrell for a little more before finally realizing what he was talking about.
"Oh. . . That sack. . . Okay, Darrell. . . Let's go."
Darrell helped Sakura up and escorted her to their bedroom. For the next hour and a half, they were totally. . . busy. . . with each other. . .
End of Chapter 1. Next Chapter: Darrell's Evil Side Returns
The Start of Problems
Translations for this chapter:
Shakunetsuken: Scorching Heat Fist
He had to run. That's the only thing on the young, dark-skinned man's mind as he darted through thick Tokyo sidewalks. He didn't even know why he ran in the first place. It was an instinct and once he did, he made things worse for himself. He broke down a dark alleyway and stopped, pressing his back against the brick wall, letting his chasers pass on by. He just stared at them in fear, not realizing why they were chasing him like a fox in the woods. He just didn't care.
"Shit. . ." he breathed as he walked down the alleyway and decided to take the shortcut back to his house. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he thought about who was waiting for him at home. He couldn't wait to see his wife's cheerful, child-like face as he stepped in the doorway. The sheer thought made him smile, forgetting his current situation.
"Sakura."
It had been roughly 4 years after Darrell Markis and Sakura Kasugano defeated the two superpowers, Shin Akuma and Ultimate Rugal. Since then they got married and settled down in a one-family house not far from Sakura's parent's house. They lived happily without regrets, Darrell getting a job at a computer software store and Sakura still attending college with her friends. Everything seemed fine. . . until recently. Some punks, probably gang members, suddenly started to attack Darrell as soon as he got off work and although Darrell was more than enough of a match for them, he just didn't have time to get into a scuffle. He tried to run but they followed in hot pursuit until recently when he lost them.
Darrell hopped a small gate and saw his home right in front of him. He didn't realize that he ran almost 3/4ths of a mile, so he was surprised that he was some so quickly. He breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped into the light of public and prepared to cross. . .
CRACK!!
Darrell ate pavement. . . fast. Someone blasted him hard in the side of the head with a punch and when Darrell turned around to his back, he met the culprit, one of the kids that jumped him unexpectedly.
"Just who the fuck do you think you are?!" The youth shouted, threatening to punch him again. "How could you disgrace the name of our gang by beating up every single member? I can't forgive you!"
"What the hell are you talking about," Darrell said calmly as he got up and brushed off his shirt with a hand. "I have no time to mess with punks like you."
"Liar!!" the boy yelled as he tried to throw another punch to Darrell's face. . . which was quickly caught with ease. He grunted as he tried to break free but Darrell's grip was too much. Darrell's eyes started to flame as he gave a response to the kid, who had to be like 14 years old.
"Listen. punk. If you really want to defend the honor of your so-called gang, then do it with the person who actually gave a damn to mess with you. Like I said, I'm busy and I have other things to do with my life. . . Now. . ."
The kid instantly ate Darrell's flaming uppercut, the Shakunetsuken Upper, sending him flying to the pavement.
"Get lost. . ." he finished. The kid heeded his warning and scrambled off the ground and ran full speed out the way. Darrell sighed. He didn't understand why kids would waste their youth in a gang. He never did such a thing in his youth. He was raised better than that. He crossed the street, got the mail and went inside.
It was warm inside the living room as he stepped into the room and put his windbreaker on the coat rack. As soon as he did, a voice rang out behind him.
"Hey. . ."
Darrell spun around and a pair of lips met his. He was surprised for a second before realizing who it was. He returned the passion of the kiss right back to sender and after a while he broke it. Darrell stared at a grown-up Sakura, her hair slightly longer than she normally wore it and wearing just a normal oversized tee-shirt.
"Hi, my big cherry blossom," Darrell returned Sakura's greeting, remembering that Sakura was a year and a half older than he was (22 years to 20). Of course it was weird being married an older woman but to those two it didn't matter. Love was all that mattered.
"So how was your day?" Sakura asked while sitting down in the living room sofa and resumed watching TV.
Darrell sighed and sat down next to her, taking off his work shirt revealing just another normal tee-shirt. "It was going fine until I got off work. Some punks tried to jump me, saying that I attacked their gang. I was like, 'Why the hell would I waste my time fighting punks like you?', but they kept at it."
"Hmm. . . Sounds weird," Sakura replied. . . or so they thought. Both looked behind the couch and came face to face with Sakura Satsu, Sakura Kasugano's dark side. They separated 4 years ago after their huge adventure and stayed like that. Unlike other beings made of Satsu no Hadou, Sakura S. came out a lot more tamer, acting more like a twin than an evil side. It's was fun to have her around. Just like her sister, the darker Sakura wore the same type of tee-shirt her original was, only hers was black. As she hopped over the couch into the last available part of the sofa, Sakura K. started to talk to her husband about his predicament.
"What in the world would give them the idea that someone who doesn't bother anyone without a reason just attack a gang like that?" she asked. Darrell just shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm not worried about it. It's none of my business. Anyway, I should be asking how was your day."
"Me? You know how college is. . . Oh, wait. That's right. You didn't go to college," Sakura ended mockingly.
Darrell shot her a look. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"I'm saying that you didn't need a college degree to start working with computers. You skipped on me."
"Hey, what can I say? I don't think I would have learned much anyway," Darrell said while looking straight forward. A pause arouse throughout the room before Darrell asked another question.
"Hey, Sakura. . . Did you. . ."
"I didn't even ask her," she immediately cut him off. "Karin went to me and challenged me again during lunch. We didn't finish before the bell, though, so we called it a draw until tomorrow."
"I'm surprised that they let you guys fight during lunch," Darrell said.
"That's because we know when to and not to fight," Sakura S. responded. "We're responsible people."
"Besides, Kei probably would have stopped me anyway," Sakura K. added to her sister's comment. "She still, even after all these years, won't stop telling me to stop fighting."
"What's her problem?" Darrell asked while raising an eyebrow. "We don't even go out to tournaments like we used to anymore. Besides, we know we have things to do."
"It's just that she wants me to become just like her," the lighter Sakura replied while rolling her eyes. "She wants me to dedicate ALL my time into my studies. Geez! Sometimes she acts like a second mother."
Darrell let out a small laugh as he then proceeded to relax. Once again, after a while he asked another question.
"Hey. . . I want to know. . . Did you tell her what you were going to do for the spring break?"
Sakura K. shook her head. "I didn't even call Hinata about it. She's busy, anyway. Said something about taking care of her new baby. . ."
"Oh. . ."
The other part of the group, Hinata Wakaba, was in a sexually active relationship with Kyosuke Kagami. . . and of course they brought another life into the world. She had a lot of her time taken up by the baby, who was only 1 year old, and was also considering marrying him. Sakura hadn't even seen her around her house or old hangouts. It was apparent that their lives have went on to bigger things after high school. . . Playtime was over.
She gave a deep sigh and closed her eyes briefly before getting up.
"Where are you going, sis?" the darker Sakura asked.
"Nowhere. . . I'm just getting something to eat real quick."
"Okay. . ." she replied and replaced her focus on the TV. The quietness lasted about a few minutes before a chill across Darrell's body. He shuddered, looking over his shoulder expecting someone, and found nothing.
"Weird. . . I could have sworn. . . I felt something. . . similar. . ."
"Something wrong, Darrell?"
"Nah. . ." he answered while closing his eyes and letting his mind wander. He pictured one of his old sparring matches with Sakura K. about a year ago in their backyard. . .
-Flashback: one year ago-
"Hadouken!"
"Hadouken!"
Both attacks canceled out. Darrell and Sakura backed away from each other and took a breathing break. They were fighting for a good 20 minutes straight, the average for their fights and they normally stop by now but Darrell got an idea,
"Hey, Sakura!"
"Yeah. . .?"
"I think we should see who really wins this match. First one to hit the ground loses, okay?"
Once again Sakura developed that look of determination in her eyes. "Fine. Let's go! Shunpukyaku!"
Sakura tried to go right for the kill with her modified Hurricane Kick, something Darrell saw clearly and decided to counter.
"Shakunetsuken!!" he yelled while going for his uppercut special move. He connected and Sakura was pretty close to hitting the ground but she recovered. Just then, he felt something. It was slight, but it was noticeable. The energy felt just like that of Shin Akuma's. . . but it also felt familiar, like it belonged to him. He paused, not bothering to notice Sakura's Shinku Hadouken until it knocked him out. He spent a good week in the bed bandaged up after that. . . but he still couldn't get over it. . .
-End Flashback-
That energy he just sensed was the same of that of last year. Before he could think about it more, Sakura K. jumped onto his lap, totally surprising him, making her giggle.
"You know I hate it when you get lost in your thoughts," she teased while giving him a smile. "Relax more."
"What are you talking about, Sakura?" Darrell asked, only to get a light, friendly punch on the nose from Sakura and returned the favor.
"You know what I'm talking about. . ."
"Oh. . . You mean like THIS!?!"
"Hey! H-hey! Stop!! Ha, ha!! You KNOW I-I'm ticklish!! Stop it!!!"
"I don't think so!"
"Oh, I hate it when you do that!"
Darrell's laugh could be heard throughout the room as Sakura fully sat next to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Four years running. . ." she whispered into his ear.
"And no matter what. . . we'll stay together. . ." Darrell added. "Come on. . . It's late and I want to hit the sack."
"What?" Sakura yelped out loud, looking at the time, which read 5:58 P.M. "It's nowhere near time for bed, Darrell."
Darrell responded by giving his wife a smile. "That's not what I meant. . ."
Sakura stared at Darrell for a little more before finally realizing what he was talking about.
"Oh. . . That sack. . . Okay, Darrell. . . Let's go."
Darrell helped Sakura up and escorted her to their bedroom. For the next hour and a half, they were totally. . . busy. . . with each other. . .
End of Chapter 1. Next Chapter: Darrell's Evil Side Returns