The Ansatsuken Kid Chapter 14: Underneath the Veil of Top Tier! The Last Night's Aftermath, a street fighter fanfic

EX-Balrog was nervous. Today he made sure to dress conservatively, in a semi-casual, semi-formal black coat. He made sure his entire outfit matched before getting up and out into the morning world, and was prepared to walk through the Top Tiers courtyard, in an effort to intercept...her.

Nakoruru.

Balrog was trying to keep his composure, but his self-assertiveness all but vanished when he imagined Nakoruru's expressive eyes, and attractive spunk. While they were both top tier in CvS1, they were still barely on speaking terms. But a fire ignited in Balrog's heart, and he knew that no cultural barrier was going to come between him and happiness. His dark outfit was a contrast to the fresh white blanket of snow that still sprinkled humbly upon the lush courtyard...

As soon as Nakoruru walked through the doors of the Top Tier HQ's B-hallway, she could see him. A strong, big, defined man, who was also fairly intelligent because he took over and ran Shadaloo at least a couple of times. A warrior whose own standing fierce had to be seen to believed, he would have been a great man to help defend her gods.

Balrog, was his name.

And then, the two star-crossed admirers saw eachother...they were speechless, and crossed eachother's paths.

Don't puss out Rog! Gotta rush her shit down NOW!

Nakoruru, what're you doing to yourself! Give him at least one more chance to speak to you!

After passing eachother by, they quickly turned around.

"Hey Nak."

"Oh...hello Balrog."

"You watch VH1 last night? ... I think that Dixie Chick won best quote of 2003. I was hoping voodazz or Azrael-sama would've gotten it for them 24 threads on shit's too funny."

"Oh...um...the only forum I ever visited was Go-Gaia." Nakoruru shyly looked away, slightly blushing.

"OH SHIT! OH SHIT! YOU TWO HEARD?!" Balrog and Nakoruru turned their heads at Sakura, who was in permanent A-Groove. Trailing blue shadows followed her wherever she went, and however she moved.

Ah fuck, SAK. Balrog shook his head.

...Sakura? Nakoruru turned to her, slightly depressed. "What is it?"

"OH SHIT! OH SHIT! CABLE! STORM! SENT 2003! BAD BOYZ II SOUNDTRACK! They got fuckin' BEASTED last night by Rugal Bernstein!"

"...that's it?!" Balrog roared at the custom combo schoolgirl, swinging his beefy arms at her. "DON'T RUIN MY SHIT!"

"Huh?" Nakoruru turned her head towards Balrog...and she noticed that his face was steaming red. "Are you...angry? What did she ruin?"

"...um...she's gettin' footprints in the damn snow!"

"FINE! BE THAT WAY! XP" Sakura razzed Balrog and continued shouting last night's news. "AHVB AIN'T SHIT! FRYING PAN?! FUCK THAT! RUN AWAY ALL THE WAY HOME STORM, YA BITCH!"

"Can you believe it? Rugal Bernstein defeated Marvel's top tier!"

"So? He ain't touch us yet! We were CvS1's top tier! And I bet he can't lay a FINGER on Sagat..." Balrog looked at Nakoruru, and at the glistening snowflakes descending from heaven. "Hey...Nak. I was meaning to ask..."

"What?" Nakoruru's bright eyes perked up, attentive to nothing in the world except for what Balrog had to say.

"Well...you see...you've been driving me crazy for the past couple of months now since I started seeing you in my dreams and shit. I guess it means..."

"What do you think it means?"

"I kinda wanna stuff my cock down your throat hard. Y'know. You Japanese girls, you dig that bukkake shit right?"

"...I waited so long for you to ask me." Nakoruru warmly embraced her new lover.

"I thought Rugal Bernstein was dead." Chun-Li sipped on a cup of ginseng at the Top Tier Board of Directors, dismally catching up on the latest news. Seated next to her were several of Top Tier's most influential members. "Wasn't he killed by Ky-" Chun-Li stopped herself, noting Iori Yagami's growling. "...osuke?"

"That scrub from Rival Schools? Who gives a fuck about him? 'Oh, I can do air combos and Snowstorm rides my nuts...' and all that stupid shit." Wolverine wasn't exactly familiar with the animosity between Kyo Kusanagi and Iori Yagami, but the most he ever thought about was scratching his nuts.

"I wish he were gone. I'm pretty sure he wants to molest me." Guile lowered his head in shame. "He has a sculpture of me taking a shit for Christ's sake."

"Who gives a fuck?! The only thing that matters is that he's after me! ME NEXT!" Magneto was spazzing in the corner, foaming from the mouth, banging his head on the wall, triangle jumping, and trying to inject heroin into one of his veins.

"...goddamn, Mags. Get a fucking grip!" Wolverine growled, but Magneto snarled back, his eyes bulging so far out that the Azumanga Daioh girls would be repulsed.

"Anyway...what's our course of action sir?" Chun-Li turned her head to the Top of Top Tier himself, the chairman of the organization, as did the rest of the room, Magneto not withstanding. Swiveling around his plush ivory chair, he slammed his paws on the table. Rush was furious.

"RUFF! Rugal's going to learn that if he didn't start no shit there wouldn't BE no shit! RUFF! We have Red Venom place his bitch ass on lockdown, and then we strike! RUFF!" Rush turned into a jet and flew away, ending his meeting.

"Red Venom?!" Iori Yagami started to whine on the floor, pounding it like a little girl. "Shit! Why can't Rush send ME out on missions?!"

"Because you're a whiny Azn SLUT, now shut the fuck up." Wolverine gave Iori the middle adamantium finger, and everyone went on their way.

Rugal Bernstein was sipping on a glass of Bailey's with the de-thawed Adolf Hitler, the previous owner and current inhabitant of the Albatross he purchased not too long ago. They both sat in front of eachother on a desk near the airship's deck.

"So, the first thing we replaced was the windshield after that damned American bionic man shot a bazooka through it." Hitler adjusted his new monocle and drank from his Aryan Cola© with a pinky stretched out into the air.

"What a disgusting waste that must have been. I've had an airship or two wasted by some brats before myself..."

"Firstly, sir, I would like to congratulate you for being an exemplary example of a biologically superior human being. Your blonde hair makes me shiver in trepidation of the might of the Aryan brotherhood, and the rest of the members of the Neo-BADDS."

"Actually, I was planning on becoming a god by fusing myself with the spirit of a Japanese man..."

"..." Hitler looked around, confused.

"I guess no one briefed you. Asians own everyone now. It's that blasted anime fad."

"...this saddens me." Hitler let a sole tear stream down his face.

"Don't worry, all the REALLY strong Asians have blonde hair and blue eyes, so it all works out."

The thought of blonde hair and blue eyes made Rugal think back to just a few hours ago; in the Albatross, Rugal descended into the nearby Catskill Mountains. On top of a steep cliff cluttered with trees and bushes, Rugal saw a silhouette cast by the moon on the mist. It was shaped like the bounty hunter he hired nearly months ago, cloaked in a dark red hood. She stood still, her face obscured in the dark, clutching a body by the neck in her right hand.

"So, you finally did it. Good deal, Bonnie."

Buletta hurled Akuma's cadaver at Rugal and gradually stepped away. Rugal cocked his head in curiosity, catching a glance at her un-obscured face once she appeared beneath a beam of moonlight; she looked considerably tanner, and a white lock of hair poked out of her hood.

She mustn't be a really strong Asian then. Rugal came back to the present, extending his pinky while sipping on a cup of Aryan Cola©.