Kyodai (Siblings)
Disclaimer/AN: I'm broke; don't sue. Wouldn't matter anyways because I don't own SNK/Playmore or any of the characters that appear in the ficcie I've got here. This has character bashing since this is supposed to be in the mind of the morose and mentally disturbed K'.
Author's Note (cont): In the last chapter, the SDM that Maxima hit K' was his 'Bunker Buster'. The reason why I said he hit K' with his fist was because I thought Maxima would kinda wanna sorta hold back on actually hurting his 'buddy'. Sorry for any confusion. If the cussing is bothering you, then don't worry; it isn't as bad in this one. There's some Japanese references in here so most explanations will appear at the end for those who truly need it. BTW, Kuzunagi is roughly translated as 'shitty sword'. :)
Yeah, that's right. He appeared. The guy who's ten times as yappy as my whiny-ass sister and the official boot licker of that Kuzunagi bastard; the guy who teamed up with me when I first premiered in that damned KOF tournament. You know, that guy in that blue ghetto high-school outfit. Ah…God, I said it earlier…
Well, it doesn't really matter. I'm actually getting worn out by remembering all of this crap about summer and I really forgot the reason why I was even talking about it. I mean, come on, who really wants to remember 135 days of listening to my whiny-ass sister trying to 'help me'? So why the hell should I…gah!…My head's killing me all of a sudden…!
Wait…actually…I just remembered something else. It was before I knew my whiny-ass sister…again. Even before I met Maxima. I think I got something. Damn it, I lost it!
…What? I don't have photographic memory or any of that shit so I can't pull things out just like that. I gotta actually think about it. It's freaking hard with all of that NESTS crap…Wait, it's back. It looks like NESTS. Think there's someone else there who I recognize. Yeah, right before that Kuzunagi bastard came around.
What the hell? There's this pale freak in the mirror…he's crawled up somewhere in a cell. He's moving around for some reason, like he's trying to see something outside. He's saying something…yelling his bloody head off. What the…? He's crying? Why the hell is he crying like a pussy?
All right, that's enough of this memory. There's more but it's all blurry and it makes as much sense as these damn emotions I got inflicted by.
Oh, yeah. That's why I was remembering the summer. Because of…um…Yabuki. Yeah, that's his name. Damn NESTS; if anything I'll make them pay for leaving me a hellish memory span. Remembering things are always a bitch and having problems doing it doesn't help make me feel like I'm anyone worthwhile. I'm more like the irritating dumbass that's got the attention span of a bleeding vegetable. Someday, I'll find your piece-of-shit base and spit, curse, slap, and ass-kick anything and anyone that I find in it!
Anyhow, I was ditching my whiny-ass sister when Yabuki came around the corner with that constant, dumb smile on his face. Don't get me wrong. I don't hate the guy or anything because at least I know that he's honest; it's just sometimes when he was around, even if he was…tolerable, he'd do something that was so bloody embarrassing that'd it either make you wanna laugh at him, laugh with him, or pretend that you never even knew him. Kinda like that one time where he mistook his girlfriend for that pansy-of-a-man Nikaido and almost kissed the bastard. In a bar…on a busy night… with a voice so loud it couldn't have been missed by any drunkard there. That's what Maxima gets for buying that dumbass some alcohol. Stuff like that… God, I'm remembering quite a bit now.
He looked happy to see me. A real happy and not something as mechanical as my whiny-ass sister. At first, he just stared. Stared like there was some pretty jewels hidden on me or something. Seeing him stare like that reminded me of those cheesy-ass shows that Maxima watches every once in a while where they've got this dramatic music playing and crap because there's some sort of amazing plot twist or something. Yeah, it made me as nervous as hell. He looked like he was remembering the… 'good old times', which probably meant all of those times when he pestered me about my damn flame. He couldn't believe I was standing there in front of him –or was he denying something? Me? I didn't know what the hell to think seeing him again… and I still don't. Just wanted him to stop looking at me like that. Thought maybe a good kick to the head would change that.
Before my desire to kick him back to reality actually happened, Yabuki snapped outta of…whatever the hell was bothering him, and got around to actually talking. A fatal mistake on my freaking part. Should have kicked him when I had the chance.
"Oh! K'-san!*"
He latched onto my arm like it was his ever-present memo book and shook it with a helluva lot of energy. Nearly broke my damn arm off. And then he gave me this suffocating hug that practically made my goddamn eyes pop out of their sockets. Really wanted to push him away, but all I could do was gag. Besides, I still felt like shit from Maxima's SDM.
Still, somehow it felt good to be remembered by him after a few years. It was strange. Nobody was as happy as he would be seeing me. No one from that god-forsaken NESTS, not Maxima, not…Whip, not even a complete stranger that'd actually try to talk to me. It screwed around with my head but not as much as what he said next.
"How are you doing, K'-san? How's my KOF friend doing?"
That word. That word that I looked up in the damned dictionary for and still had no idea what the hell it meant. That word that I had only heard coming out of Yabuki's mouth. That word that even the simplest prick could understand with as much effort that he needed to pick his nose. That word: friend. What the hell did it mean to be one?
He unattached himself and watched me for a bit. I must've looked like I was mulling over the question because Yabuki just kept on talking. But, unlike my whiny-ass sister, I actually heard all the crap that he yapped about.
"Looks like you're doing well! Kusanagi-san** (never did like hearing that Kuzunagi's name, but I let this one slide) said that everybody from KOF would be here! I'm so glad to see that you made it too! I was worried that he was pulling another prank on me again."
This guy was chatty too, but for some reason, I actually listened. I didn't zone out at all like I did with my whiny-ass sister. Thinking about now, I was probably happy to see him. I mean, he was the first person I actually met up with other than the bitches. After spending so much time with a Canadian cyborg and a yakking women for three weeks –which is equal to Hell itself- and dealing with a half-sane, half-blood thirsty mind, I was actually beginning to miss the guy. But this self-conversation that he was having was riding along the borders of my shitty tolerance.
"Hey, are you hungry? Want me to get you something? Wait, lemme guess, beef jerky, right? But do you want to do something else? We could go grab a bite at the barbeque that they've got down there. Or maybe we can bribe Maxima into buying us some liquor from that American bar that they've got down there? Oh! Or maybe you wanna see what Benimaru's up to? It'd be like old times again wouldn't it? Or maybe you'd…?"
"SHUT UP!"
I had to practically yell my bleeding head off in his face. He was saying so much so fast that he didn't even leave a chance for me to even say a damned "No". It was either that or a smack to his head with an all-too-ready fist of spite. He looked a little hurt and I felt so damned ashamed that it made me feel guilty as hell. I couldn't stand the look he gave me so I just turned away.
"I just wanna be alone."
"…Okay…"
What I said was almost the truth. It was more like "I'm basically alone right now." I didn't want to be anywhere near my whiny-ass sister (for obvious reasons that don't need to be repeated again) and, knowing his freaky-ass sweet tooth, Maxima was probably raiding every bakery that his crazed mind could find. Yeah, I was alone to basically find a freaking new way to shove my hate up my ass. Thinking about that only screwed around with my head more.
When I glanced back at Yabuki, he was walking away. Depressed, disappointed… damned conscience. I felt guilty…that was the only thing I was sure of how I felt right then. It was a feeling that I didn't feel too often. Each time made me feel like shit. So bad that when I would be alone it'd be all that I'd be thinking about. It'd make me feel helpless and stupid; and those were two feelings I can damn well not like to have.
What the hell…he's not all that bad.
I followed him out. He noticed this and he lead the way. Out of the hallway and out of the hotel. But from then on, no one said anything. I kinda smiled when I caught one or two of those KOF bastards glaring my way. It added something to my block of stupid pride.
But that was probably the only good thing about the trip.
*san= respectful and polite way of saying 'sir' or 'mister'. Yes, Shingo's a dork. :)
**Kyo Kusanagi= all together his name is something like 'the grass sword of Kyoto' or something along those lines. Supposed to be dealing with the whole holy weapon stuff that made the Sacred team in '97. Anyone wanna tell me what they think it is translated?
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