Hello, readers! This is Chan Yoruyamatiha. Yup, I'm the second half of the
author for this story. ^-^ Anyways, please be patient with us; we're trying
to work in some Street Fighters. You won't believe how hard co-authoring
this thing is! It's pretty confusing... Ok, I'll up now and start writing.
DISCLAIMER: 1) I don't own Kaoru or any of the Street Fighters in here. 2) DeNice owns Kaoru. 3) This story belongs to DeNice originally! I'm just writing the even chapters!
~~~~~~~Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~ ~~~~The Takeout~~~~
I felt the sudden burst of energy that he had released whirl around me like a sandstorm. Screams were heard from all around me as I saw people running and pointing at us.
(Don't let your attention wander, Kaoru!) I thought to myself.
As a reward for my carelessness, I felt a fist land in a vulnerable part of my body: my stomach. It was a very forceful punch, and I was sent down on the floor on my back several feet away from the man, who was now completely under the influence of the Satsu no Hadou.
"Stupid girl..."
He charged towards me as I sprang up from the floor and glued my eyes on him. I wasn't going to make the same mistake again...
As I felt his grip place itself around my neck, I landed a kick in his stomach with the same force he had first hit me with.
Bad move.
I was slammed against a wall and I realized he knew every move I was making. It was as if our minds were connected somehow. His lips parted into a sly smile as I began to choke. His grip was taking the breath out of me.
Hey, I'm still human. On human instinct, my hands began gripping his wrist and scratching his bare arm to no avail; it only made his grip stronger.
"See what I mean? You're no better than the rest of them... only that you're a little more attractive than the rest of them," He commented, observing my feminine curves.
At this point, I was desperate to get away from him. I was trying to think, and think hard. My time was running out...
(What can I do!? He knows everything I'm doing... Ah! My knife...)
I know this is so cowardly, but it was my last resort.
Suddenly, my head sloped sideways and I stopped moving. My breathing slowed as I pretended to pass out. I could feel him looking at my face, even with my eyes closed.
"Hmph... What should I do with her?"
The instant I felt his grip loosen, my hand flew into my pocket and whipped out a small pocketknife. In less than a second, I deposited its sharp, thin blade into the back of his neck, right between a set of vertebrae. Cheap, but cunning. He screamed in pain, and let me go immediately.
Now I'm not trying to brag, but once you feel my high kick hit your jaw, you're not going to be seeing colors for a while. Black will become your new favorite color. It's always been mine.
My foot connected with the underside of his jaw and sent him flying against a rack of shiny new pliers. I went after him with my knife again, and I left the floor with nothing but a puddle of fresh, crimson blood.
Sirens.
"Shit..." I swore under my breath as I hoisted the shredded remains of his body up on my shoulders. Running through a crowd of horror-struck shoppers and employees, I found the rear exit of the store and stole out the back door as quickly as I could.
A small stream. I could deposit the body here.
"No.... too predictable..."
My dark eyes wandered around my surroundings as I examined my options. It was either the stream, the landfill, or... obliteration. I chose my last option.
Going to a secluded area behind an enormous old landfill, I threw him down and closed my eyes. The dark energy flowed through my veins and formed a dark aura around me. As I opened my eyes, I had already formed an orb of violet chi between my hands.
"Owari..."
One blast annihilated his body, so I had that taken care of. Emotionlessly, I sat down on the ground and stared up at the night sky.
"Father... I hope you know... you're the one who made me like this..."
And with that, I let loose the tears that I had held back for so long...
End of chapter 2.
DISCLAIMER: 1) I don't own Kaoru or any of the Street Fighters in here. 2) DeNice owns Kaoru. 3) This story belongs to DeNice originally! I'm just writing the even chapters!
~~~~~~~Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~ ~~~~The Takeout~~~~
I felt the sudden burst of energy that he had released whirl around me like a sandstorm. Screams were heard from all around me as I saw people running and pointing at us.
(Don't let your attention wander, Kaoru!) I thought to myself.
As a reward for my carelessness, I felt a fist land in a vulnerable part of my body: my stomach. It was a very forceful punch, and I was sent down on the floor on my back several feet away from the man, who was now completely under the influence of the Satsu no Hadou.
"Stupid girl..."
He charged towards me as I sprang up from the floor and glued my eyes on him. I wasn't going to make the same mistake again...
As I felt his grip place itself around my neck, I landed a kick in his stomach with the same force he had first hit me with.
Bad move.
I was slammed against a wall and I realized he knew every move I was making. It was as if our minds were connected somehow. His lips parted into a sly smile as I began to choke. His grip was taking the breath out of me.
Hey, I'm still human. On human instinct, my hands began gripping his wrist and scratching his bare arm to no avail; it only made his grip stronger.
"See what I mean? You're no better than the rest of them... only that you're a little more attractive than the rest of them," He commented, observing my feminine curves.
At this point, I was desperate to get away from him. I was trying to think, and think hard. My time was running out...
(What can I do!? He knows everything I'm doing... Ah! My knife...)
I know this is so cowardly, but it was my last resort.
Suddenly, my head sloped sideways and I stopped moving. My breathing slowed as I pretended to pass out. I could feel him looking at my face, even with my eyes closed.
"Hmph... What should I do with her?"
The instant I felt his grip loosen, my hand flew into my pocket and whipped out a small pocketknife. In less than a second, I deposited its sharp, thin blade into the back of his neck, right between a set of vertebrae. Cheap, but cunning. He screamed in pain, and let me go immediately.
Now I'm not trying to brag, but once you feel my high kick hit your jaw, you're not going to be seeing colors for a while. Black will become your new favorite color. It's always been mine.
My foot connected with the underside of his jaw and sent him flying against a rack of shiny new pliers. I went after him with my knife again, and I left the floor with nothing but a puddle of fresh, crimson blood.
Sirens.
"Shit..." I swore under my breath as I hoisted the shredded remains of his body up on my shoulders. Running through a crowd of horror-struck shoppers and employees, I found the rear exit of the store and stole out the back door as quickly as I could.
A small stream. I could deposit the body here.
"No.... too predictable..."
My dark eyes wandered around my surroundings as I examined my options. It was either the stream, the landfill, or... obliteration. I chose my last option.
Going to a secluded area behind an enormous old landfill, I threw him down and closed my eyes. The dark energy flowed through my veins and formed a dark aura around me. As I opened my eyes, I had already formed an orb of violet chi between my hands.
"Owari..."
One blast annihilated his body, so I had that taken care of. Emotionlessly, I sat down on the ground and stared up at the night sky.
"Father... I hope you know... you're the one who made me like this..."
And with that, I let loose the tears that I had held back for so long...
End of chapter 2.