Kyodai (Siblings)

Disclaimer/ AN: I'm not from SNK/Playmore so I don't own KOF. Too bad 'cause I really wanted to strangle K' when he went all ghetto with the 2000 thingy. Why rip off your glove only to sew the damn thing on again? I was expecting a new psycho glove or something where he does a trippy berserker rage thingy. :) Sorry for late chapter… sake_neko wa chooo aho nanda ze! (I'm really a dumbass) o_o Stick with me on this one…

Me and Yabuki ditch the damn beach and head more into town. Good thing too 'cause I could swear I felt someone stalking us or something. Made me pissed off 'cause there's just too many people out there who'd wanna kick my ass. My head still was eating the living shit outta me so fighting would just send me to rot in that fake hotel room again. And I'd probably kill someone or smash something before that happened. 

Least usually I would if it weren't for all of the damn memories that keep flowin' in. They're just coming like mad and I can't control it. Then there's this friend thing that I still don't get. Both of them just like to screw me over. Keeps distracting me. Probably wouldn't even cuss decently 'cause I wouldn't even see an insult coming to me. Nah, I'd probably just stall and say some dumbass thing like, "Your mom, you bully."

…Damn, that's weak…

So I had to get outta there. Hell, I felt like I shit just being there. Being surrounded by a mob of drooling, drunk-ass, rat bastards or loud, shit-head bitches just wasn't my thing. I have to live with it.

Yabuki didn't mind; he was leading the way anyways. I didn't mind; he kept his mouth shut.

Saw some chicks on the sidewalk eating some sweet-ass ice cream or something. Couldn't help but think of my damn whiny-ass sister taking me out on another god-forsaken break… like that one time…

She was all hyped up on another crap-ass thing in that magazine. That I had to change my 'beef fetish' and 'open my horizons' so I won't die as quickly or something. It's like she wanted to stab the remains of my pride and shoot my balls with that damn gun of hers. Zoned her out until she said something like 'going to a café just this once'. Saw her try to give me… whatever the hell she thought was…cute and plead like she was buttering me up for the final kill. God, I just wanted to tear those bleeding eyes outta her sockets and stuff it down her mangled throat.

'Cause then she started that damn lecture again.

Well, I dunno what convinced me –Maxima pleading with me all the time to go to that damn bakery or …Whip repeating that damn 'we should be a family' lecture for the fifteenth billion damn time- but I went along with it. 'Just once', I held in that "Shut the fuck up" that was screaming in my mind and said "…what the hell…"

Anyways, we went to the damn café and she just started to order some pansy-ass shit that was on the display. Maxima… well, at least I already knew he'd do that; just with five times more than Whip had got. Wanted to smoke but that whiny-ass sister stole all my drags when I wasn't looking. She did that finger thing and looked so damn smug that I just had to remind her –with the loudest goddamn voice that I could manage, I swear- about the freaking seven pounds she had gained from eating this shit. I saw her look all upset and I damn near laughed at her stupidity. Felt damn proud when I saw some people stare and leave. Hell, I wanted to… was going to too.

But then there was the whole fact that she had tied my legs to the chair I was sitting in. Then she did magazine tip #4: breathe slowly and count calmly to ten. Made me so damn sick to see Maxima doing nothing. He just muttered something and updated his damn database again. When the crap we were waiting for came, I just ate it; I wanted to get it all over with. No surprises and nothing I'd wanna try I again. Whatever the hell I got was shit… too damn sweet. But I didn't seem to care about that this time… I just saw what I never really saw before.

Hell, they were smiling. They actually looked satisfied… like they had finally connected with me just 'cause they saw me eat. It wasn't freaking fake… they were just so damned pleased…

And I didn't know why.

What the hell is wrong with me… sticking to the past like it was my damn salvation...? Nothing good comes outta remembering…just screws around with my head and smacks the shit outta me. Tells me that I'm worthless and helpless, and I can't do a damn thing about it… that I'm a splitzed freak made by some goddamn scientist at NESTS… that I've got no purpose other than to do things that I dunno or don't wanna do…

I'm sick of feeling worthless… I need beer now.

Anyhow, we were walking some ways in the city and we finally reached where he wanted us to go. I was just about ready to leave.

It was a damn arcade.

When he saw me walking away, he was frantic. He was trying to keep up with me, trying to stop me from leaving his sight.

"K'-san! Please don't go! C'mon, not even a game or two? Not even some Dance Dance Revoulu- hey, don't go! I'm sorry! I didn't know you hated this type of thing! Actually, I thought you'd be really good at it…Wait up, will you?"

I could just see the disappointment and I just didn't wanna care. But then for some reason I felt all guilty and numb. And damn helpless. I dunno why and that's what pissed me off. What the hell was wrong with me? Why couldn't I just keep walking?

I felt like kicking my own ass; something's not right here. I'm felt so damned miserable dragging my half-ass self away –God, actually waiting for him at one point- to the nearest bar I could see. Tired of seeing crap that I just hate, tired at trying to argue with myself, and tired at trying to understand it. I want beer.

Yabuki didn't seem to mind too much until I actually walked inside. He was panicking even more than from earlier, but at least this time he was quieter –wanted to slap that bastard if screamed in my ear again.

"K'-san! What are you doing? We're still minorities! We can't get any alcohol here! We're more likely to get caught or kicked out! Look, we're better off looking for some other place for this type of thing. See? There's Mary-san and Vanessa-san are sitting at the bar right now! One of them will arrest us or something and then we'll never hear the end of it! Let's go, K'-san!"

"Tch. You mean that blonde, so-called secret agent drunken on her ass? The other one's not much more better. Who gives a shit? I wanna be here anyways. Who told you to come with me?"

"Well, I…"

I didn't wanna hear his answer. I walked up to the counter and ordered the hardest thing they had. Tch, like Yabuki knew anything. That red headed tramp was just there rooting me on and the other one was practically barfing out her pity. I was about ready to chug it all down and forget all of the misery that was killing me…

'Till that damn Yabuki swiped it away from me and splashed every damn drop away on the floor. That fucking…

Goddamn wanted rip him apart, fry his insides, kick the bones to the stray dogs; anything that I could even think of I just wanted to do it right then and there. I swear, I wanted to just kill him more than my whiny-ass sister or any of those bastards from NESTS. That was my damn drink that I had wanted for hours on end and he just wasted it all like it was the damn trash that was in that damn Kuzunagi's life. 

But all of that just damn disappeared… All he did was say one damn thing and all of it just went away. Goddamn it! He even lead me outta there and it was all with that one damn word!

"No."

…What the hell is wrong with me…?

Yeah for me another chapter~~! ^o^ Plze R/R