Kyodai (Siblings)
Disclaimer/AN: KOF is an SNK-Playmore (oh a new name :P) classic. I don't own it so don't sue. In fact, I'm quite sure that the most you'll get outta me is the snot from my nose and the drool from my slumber.
I like K' just as much as I like that badass Sol from Guilty Gear; they're both a strange mix between being nonchalant and cocky to a raging type of broodiness. Ah, what would I do without those dysfunctional pyromaniacs? :) Sorry, Kyo and Iori; you guys are just too bland for me (and the thought of you guys "getting it on" together greatly disturbs me).
=All of the * are translated at the end of the chapter=
"Of all the things I lost, I miss my mind the most." -unknown
Well, what the hell… I was giving up liquor to do this 'Dance Dance' thing. Yeah, he dragged my sorry ass all the way back to that damned arcade and made me do it. I really didn't want to follow the damn lights or any crap like that but he just kept on saying that I should. In fact, he even had the 'honor' of showing me how to work the shitty thing. I nearly busted up when I saw him; he looked like a stoned dumbass flailing his arms all over the place, stomping on the ghetto lights, and shouting, "I'm Shingo the Ringo! Bust up my groove!! Ariya? Otto! Uwah!*" with his thick Jap accent. Hell, there was a whole crowd just standing there telling him to shut the hell up or rollin on the floor. I was all ready to walk away when he wanted me to do it; I wasn't ready to be laughed at for knowing jack.
Besides… the lights already reminded me of something…Something that I would leave me awake cussing and kicking everything around me.
…Think I was still a brat… Yeah, still the snot nosed, shit head kid from before…think that I wasn't with …Whip anymore. Didn't hear her whining…didn't hear her crying… didn't hear her laughing… God, why the hell would I care about that?
Anyways, I was still screwed at NESTS so I still knew nuthin really… just how to fight and cuss. Least I think I was… just see a lotta hallways and other shit… it's all blurry. Musta mean that I don't like this one too much.
We were all tied up and hanging from somewhere. Some guys were practically trying to crack their skulls open; they were so damned scared. All I remember was that there were doing some sorta body check. Guess to see whether any of us had any brains left so they smash the living shit outta them some more. I'd been through one or two of these damn things before so I was just practically taking a nap.
There was this faggot in a coat looking at us. A real rat bastard. We'd call him the 'molester' cause he'd always wanna touch us. Called us his 'precious pets' and took a real liking to boys. Said that some of were trash but good enough…or perfect for whatever the hell he thought was good. Like good enough to experiment on with some freak-ass implants. I remember that that was the time that he walked through my section.
Saw him and all I wanted to do was do the thing that I would always do to him: kick and spit at him with whatever I had. Hated that bastard's goddamn smirk; always wanted to tear his lips off and graffiti the walls with them. He caught one of my kicks and just about laughed every damn time he saw me. Said that I was "special". Good enough for plan he had.
Pretty sure I know now what that was. It was that god-forsaken DNA transfer of that acid head Kuzunagi that they did on me three years ago. God-awful times they were…wanted to kill myself so I could have just ended the misery that I was going through.
I wasn't the only one that they did it on. I guess I was just one of the few who was still remotely sane after the whole goddamn thing was done. I was the best one outta the group; had a burning hand that was as bloody as hell. Damn thing hurts like a bitch without the glove. That damn glove…made me feel like I was a cripple. Like I couldn't live without the damn thing with this bloody curse on me…
But at least I was still alive…
Think there were three guys who just blew up right next to me… some that I never knew their names but talked to every once in awhile. They were gone then…everything flew everywhere… in my mouth, in my hair…everywhere. Two other guys were all on fire and rolled around all over the place… practically begging for mercy, to God, to whoever the hell they could think of… they didn't last. Some other guys were like me 'cept they were tearing some parts outta themselves. Happy to know that they could finally escape…like they were finally riding on a bloody train to paradise. One guy survived that one… never saw him again. A bloody tragedy is what Maxima said. Like he'd know… he didn't feel like he'd lost everything that day.
He didn't know what it felt like to be helpless.
I couldn't see anyone else. Just felt some guy drag me in front of that faggot again. Made me bow in front of that heartless bitch like I was "unworthy" of him. I was freaking so pissed off… more than I've ever been in my life. Wanted to shove my flaming hand down his throat and explode every goddamn organ that I'd could. But I was just held down by too many punks…and I felt like shit that day.
That damn son of a bitch… all he said was that I was a "failure" and that I was "not to his expectations"…that I was like the "rest of the trash"… I don't give a damn what the hell he thought; I just wanted to kick his ass for doing what he did. Leaving the puddles and corpses to rot in the room; no damn conscience in his being as he looked through his glass room; nothing but his half-assed disappointment of his greatest failure.
Goddamn NESTS… greatest piece of pansy-assed scientists on earth…best freakshow for those damned, faggoty aristocrats was us.
I hate being used.
They threw me in this room and from then on I have no damn idea that they made shitty ass clones of me. All I felt was pain and… those damn lights. Damn neon, ever blinding lights that just kept flashing all over the place. Burned my eyes just looking at them. Hell, they're the reason why I use my shades.
Every time I see those lights, I think of-
Yabuki dragged me on that damn board so I wouldn't have to think about it anymore. Tch, probably thought that I was chickened out and dragged me up there with him. Well, after a few takes on it he was right on one thing:
I was good at it.
Did better than anyone there. Probably really didn't miss anything… music was aight so I got used to the game fast. Was stepping all over place and getting it done so we could just leave. Yabuki tried to make me do every song but I quit after three; just didn't have the willpower to go on.
Anyhow, we got out of that place right afterwards. Yabuki was damned pleased (least one of us was) that we were finally done. He was all practically slamming me on the ground; patting me on the back more than once and telling me how "cool" I was and whatever the hell he wanted to say.
"Wow, K'-san! Sugoi desu yo!** You were all over the place! I'm never that good, even when my girlfriend is with me! And she's good. Man, now I wanna try and be as good as you. Man, that was your first time and were practically perfect! Teach me how to do that sometime!"
I said I would so he'd get his mouth shut. He went on about how great I was for a little longer and then got quiet. We walked a bit of ways until we reached another shop or something. Yabuki went to buy something, leaving me to look around the streets for the person I felt following us.
Yeah I didn't forget that person. Probably watched me make an ass of myself when I was on that Dance Dance thing. Been trailing us for awhile and hadn't stopped ever since we left the beach. I was sure this time; damn sure now. There was someone around. And I was getting sick of trying to ignore 'em.
"Come on out, you damned stalker; I know you're here." I looked around for anything that could move and spoke up again, "If you're not going to, I'll just hunt for you."
Then I felt something. Something was coming. I jumped just before I felt the thing coming and saw everything below me turn white. Shit. Hell, not now. I wasn't really up to this now. Just don't come now.
When I landed, I saw her come out of the alleyway; decked out in her purple jumpsuit and with her ice blue hair swishing all around her. She was exactly the same from a few months ago. Young, little, and all the more ready to kick my ass. Her eyes shot straight at mine; still as cold and unfeeling as it was before.
Kula was there.
* These are just random sounds that there some Japanese make when they screw up. Hehheh, I like Shingo being a dork. :P
** roughly translated as "That was great!" except said in a polite way… Hm…
Yah, finaly got a Kula sighting! I hope it wasn't too tacky. I mean, they're supposed to like each other and everything. I'm determined to get this thing done! R/R plze