Disclaimer: Hello, all. . . This is DeNice. . . and this is the new saga
to the New Archives stories. Things are switching gears, since instead of
focusing on Darrell Markis, Sakura Kasugano and crew, we're going to the
new addition to the team: Kaoru Miadama. Also, there's another gear to
switch. . . I'm not the only one writing this baby. Chan Yoruyamaitha is
also in on this, so you know this is going to be crazy. Okay, then, let's
see what we can do! Make sure you review this!! Kaoru belongs to me, as
well as any other characters that Capcom or any other company didn't
copyright.
First Chronicles: The Satsu Bounty Hunter
Chapter 1: Welcome to Kaoru's Life
My name is Kaoru Miadama. I'm currently 15 years old. . . and I'm cursed. That's right. I'm cursed. How, do you ask? How about I tell you. . .
My father was a very powerful fighter who specialized in Shotokan. It's a really powerful style of Karate and it's pretty popular now a days. Anyway, that's all I remember about him. I don't remember how he looked anymore. I try not to think about him. . . for he's the source of my curse.
My father was also ambitious, trying to be the best in this style. He got so wrapped up in his goal that he did. . . something. . . and he became a being of Satsu no Hadou. He tried hard to get it under control. Somehow he did, just long enough to get married to my mother and give me birth. Because his blood runs through my veins, I, too, am born with this evil energy. Damn him. . .
I remember how I was always angry at everything in my youth. It always seemed to just spill out and I couldn't control it. Because of this my father decided to train me in order to harness the Satsu no Hadou within me at the age of 7. Only 7. That year I experienced harsh training from him. . . and on my 8th birthday, it proved to be all in vain. . .
I lost myself. I don't know how and I don't know why. . . but I did. My dad tried his hardest to stop me but I killed him for it. I killed my own father. . . and mother. . . who was begging for me to stop. I killed both of them with my bare hands. . . I didn't realize it until I woke up the next day and found their bodies on the kitchen floor and their blood all over me. . .
My so-called family relatives were afraid of me and didn't want to take care of me (and in a way, I don't blame them). I had to survive in numerous shelters, my evil energy growing stronger each and every day. I actually felt that I had a chance to control myself once I head that there was a great elder master of Shotokan. I don't remember his name exactly. . . but I think it was. . . Gouken or something like that. It doesn't matter to me since by the time I came up to his dojo he was long-dead. I was 13 at the time. . . Me and my luck. . .
I finally settled on starting where my father left off and spent any time training myself. No easy task. I literally had to force myself to keep at working to achieve my goal. As I'm talking to you, I'm still training. This became a problem, since one day my Satsu no Hadou got so out of control that something crazy happened. . . and now it's always active in my body. I can control it, though, but every waking moment I have to keep it in check. That's what you call a 'living hell' I guess. . .
So. . . what am I doing right now? Right now, I'm about to kill someone. Wait, it's not what you think. I've dedicated the last two years of my life and the rest of my life to destroying all traces of Satsu no Hadou in the world. It's not going to be easy. I don't know how many people are effected by it. . . and I don't know how long it will take. . . but once my senses pick up the last trace of evil energy. . . myself. . . I'll take it out. I can't let it exist.. . . even if I have to kill myself to do it. I'm cursed anyway, and no one cares for me, so why keep living once my job is complete?
Uh, oh. . . my senses are picking up my next target. Ironic that it'll be inside a hardware store. I'm not surprised, though. I've actually dealt with the energy 12 times in different bodies over the last two years. Sometimes it was active when I found it, sometimes it wasn't. I didn't care what state it was in. As long as he or she had it. . . I killed him or her. . .
I found myself running through the aisles, passing through random stuff like nails, hammers, and electric screwdrivers. I stopped around the middle of the store, the drills and screwdrives. and I stared at the few people who were shopping in that aisle. As I walked forward, my energy grew excited, telling me that I was really close. . . and my body rushed with adrenaline.
{Is it her? No. . . How about. . . Yes. . . That's the one.}
I casually passed a middle-aged man, who was looking at a flathead screwdriver and stopped, not turning around. My target didn't notice me. . . He looked just like a average customer. . . but his aura was nowhere near normal. Following my usual style, I spun around and began to deck him in the face only to have my hand caught and the screwdriver brought up to the bottom of my chin.
"I see you don't give warnings, huh, little girl?" he asked in a cool voice.
"Why. . . should I. . .?" I shot back through my uncomfortable position. He shoved me right into a shelf and looked into me eyes with the same cool attitude as his voice.
"You know why I'm here, don't you. . .?" I asked.
"Of course, child. You plan to kill me. Trust me. Others more experienced that you have tried and failed."
He slightly pushed the driver further into my chin. I was about to use my free hand to swing at him but what if he already knows what I'm thinking. . .?
"So you can sense Satsu no Hadou. . . Interesting. Too bad that talent's going to waste. . ."
Even further it went, just about to go through. . . then I had an idea.
{The Ashura Warp!}
I focused myself and used my dark energy to teleport behind my foe, making him stumble forward. I then threw out my leg and nailed him in the shin with my sneaker.
"You!!" he yelped while catching his balance. "I'll kill you!!"
I then saw his eyes glow crimson red. . . and I braced myself. My new battle had begun. . .
End of Chapter 1.
First Chronicles: The Satsu Bounty Hunter
Chapter 1: Welcome to Kaoru's Life
My name is Kaoru Miadama. I'm currently 15 years old. . . and I'm cursed. That's right. I'm cursed. How, do you ask? How about I tell you. . .
My father was a very powerful fighter who specialized in Shotokan. It's a really powerful style of Karate and it's pretty popular now a days. Anyway, that's all I remember about him. I don't remember how he looked anymore. I try not to think about him. . . for he's the source of my curse.
My father was also ambitious, trying to be the best in this style. He got so wrapped up in his goal that he did. . . something. . . and he became a being of Satsu no Hadou. He tried hard to get it under control. Somehow he did, just long enough to get married to my mother and give me birth. Because his blood runs through my veins, I, too, am born with this evil energy. Damn him. . .
I remember how I was always angry at everything in my youth. It always seemed to just spill out and I couldn't control it. Because of this my father decided to train me in order to harness the Satsu no Hadou within me at the age of 7. Only 7. That year I experienced harsh training from him. . . and on my 8th birthday, it proved to be all in vain. . .
I lost myself. I don't know how and I don't know why. . . but I did. My dad tried his hardest to stop me but I killed him for it. I killed my own father. . . and mother. . . who was begging for me to stop. I killed both of them with my bare hands. . . I didn't realize it until I woke up the next day and found their bodies on the kitchen floor and their blood all over me. . .
My so-called family relatives were afraid of me and didn't want to take care of me (and in a way, I don't blame them). I had to survive in numerous shelters, my evil energy growing stronger each and every day. I actually felt that I had a chance to control myself once I head that there was a great elder master of Shotokan. I don't remember his name exactly. . . but I think it was. . . Gouken or something like that. It doesn't matter to me since by the time I came up to his dojo he was long-dead. I was 13 at the time. . . Me and my luck. . .
I finally settled on starting where my father left off and spent any time training myself. No easy task. I literally had to force myself to keep at working to achieve my goal. As I'm talking to you, I'm still training. This became a problem, since one day my Satsu no Hadou got so out of control that something crazy happened. . . and now it's always active in my body. I can control it, though, but every waking moment I have to keep it in check. That's what you call a 'living hell' I guess. . .
So. . . what am I doing right now? Right now, I'm about to kill someone. Wait, it's not what you think. I've dedicated the last two years of my life and the rest of my life to destroying all traces of Satsu no Hadou in the world. It's not going to be easy. I don't know how many people are effected by it. . . and I don't know how long it will take. . . but once my senses pick up the last trace of evil energy. . . myself. . . I'll take it out. I can't let it exist.. . . even if I have to kill myself to do it. I'm cursed anyway, and no one cares for me, so why keep living once my job is complete?
Uh, oh. . . my senses are picking up my next target. Ironic that it'll be inside a hardware store. I'm not surprised, though. I've actually dealt with the energy 12 times in different bodies over the last two years. Sometimes it was active when I found it, sometimes it wasn't. I didn't care what state it was in. As long as he or she had it. . . I killed him or her. . .
I found myself running through the aisles, passing through random stuff like nails, hammers, and electric screwdrivers. I stopped around the middle of the store, the drills and screwdrives. and I stared at the few people who were shopping in that aisle. As I walked forward, my energy grew excited, telling me that I was really close. . . and my body rushed with adrenaline.
{Is it her? No. . . How about. . . Yes. . . That's the one.}
I casually passed a middle-aged man, who was looking at a flathead screwdriver and stopped, not turning around. My target didn't notice me. . . He looked just like a average customer. . . but his aura was nowhere near normal. Following my usual style, I spun around and began to deck him in the face only to have my hand caught and the screwdriver brought up to the bottom of my chin.
"I see you don't give warnings, huh, little girl?" he asked in a cool voice.
"Why. . . should I. . .?" I shot back through my uncomfortable position. He shoved me right into a shelf and looked into me eyes with the same cool attitude as his voice.
"You know why I'm here, don't you. . .?" I asked.
"Of course, child. You plan to kill me. Trust me. Others more experienced that you have tried and failed."
He slightly pushed the driver further into my chin. I was about to use my free hand to swing at him but what if he already knows what I'm thinking. . .?
"So you can sense Satsu no Hadou. . . Interesting. Too bad that talent's going to waste. . ."
Even further it went, just about to go through. . . then I had an idea.
{The Ashura Warp!}
I focused myself and used my dark energy to teleport behind my foe, making him stumble forward. I then threw out my leg and nailed him in the shin with my sneaker.
"You!!" he yelped while catching his balance. "I'll kill you!!"
I then saw his eyes glow crimson red. . . and I braced myself. My new battle had begun. . .
End of Chapter 1.