A Ranma ½ King of Fighters crossover fanfiction

Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½ and King of Fighters characters. Especially some macho chick! That's built like a stick! Dumb as a brick! Thighs are too thick! Can't even kick! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Ugh… shutting up now… oi…

Flames of Destiny

By Insane Blight

Chapter 15: Broken Souls II: Mirror's Reflection

KOF Tournament Ship: Clinic

"What really happened to you? Did you got drunk, tried going back here on foot and somehow fell down the sewers? No, wait, maybe some other dumb thing happened to you along the way."

"Feh, look who's talking, you look like someone who pounded by a fifteen ton mallet, trust me I know. What's the deal anyway? Did your team lose in a fight? Or did you find out the hard way that the girl you're seeing already has a boyfriend?"

"Oh, shut up."

The tournament ship was now headed towards Southtown, but Ranma was still confined inside the clinic. Everytime he tried to get out, Chris, Mature or Leona would pop out of nowhere, grab him by the ear, and throw him back to bed. Guess today was Chris' turn to spot Ranma out of the clinic. He sighed, looked around the room before noticing the glass of water on a table next to him. 'Shampoo, Mousse, and Cologne… three more lost, I guess you won't stop until I have no more friends left huh, Orochi?'

Speaking of the eight-headed beast, he forgot to ask Mature about Orochi's earlier history. 'Though I doubt if she even knew about it but what do I know? She has been secretive the moment this tournament took place and it seems she'll stay that way for the remainder of the fights. So much for trust…'

He turned his gaze back to Chris, who was currently sitting next to him while reading a music magazine. 'Might as well tell him the truth…'

"Hey, Chris…"

"Yeah?"

Ranma hesitated, biting his lower lip. "W-What would you do when someone whom you thought you knew turned out to be, umm, something else? Y'know, um, er, how should I put this… the truth is that he's different, different from almost everybody else, and he was keeping it a secret from you all this time."

Chris blinked at that, and then started laughing as he fell out of his chair. "What the heck was that all about? You're not making any sense at all Ranma."

"You don't have to laugh, you know." Ranma replied in a huff.

"Okay, okay, enough of this. Yes, I know what you're talking about because I know all about it Ranma." The brown-haired teen stated calmly. His cheerful demeanor was now replaced with a serious one.

Ranma looked at him in shock, and then his eyes narrowed as he grabbed the young teen by the shirt. "What?! You knew all along?! How? Who told you about it? Since when did you knew about my heritage?"

Chris struggled out of Ranma's hold and quickly held both hands up. "Whoa, wait a sec! Calm down will you? I had my suspicions back then and I could've sworn I saw that purple flame before we even met." He paused and patted Ranma on the shoulders before he continued. "You're related to the man that's responsible for CYS being here right? You're related to Iori Yagami!"

'He's either clueless or he really wants to die young, and why do people always tell me that?! Just because I can call out the purple flames doesn't mean I'm automatically related to the guy.' "Uh, Chris? You got it all wrong, I-"

"I understand completely…" Chris quickly interrupted. "…I can imagine what it feels like being related to a psychopath. But you don't need to worry, hey, I'm still here right? Even though most people fear the Yagami's, I don't feel any of it to you at all. Besides, you're probably the only one who truly understands me…"

Ranma was about to respond but Chris' forlorn looks quickly went back to his smiling one as he began to walk out of the room, perhaps to keep his emotions in-check. The ponytailed teen gazed at the door for a minute before sighing and shaking his head. "Oh well, I guess it's a start."

"I'm bored." Ranma muttered. He was currently outside the clinic, leaning on a railing as he gazed at the vast ocean. Chris hasn't come back yet so nor does he expect him to, he does that sometimes during their travels a few months ago in Japan. He took the liberty of his guardian's absence to get away from that medical prison. 'Southtown… why does that sound so familiar?'

"Heh, I thought you were still bitching and moaning about your injuries inside the clinic, so I'm surprised to even find you outside." Iori stepped out of the shadows, dressed in a black trenchcoat and pants instead of his normal clothes for a change.

The ponytailed teen just scratched the back of his ear. "I'm so bored. Hmm, maybe I'll pay either Leona or Mature a visit. They have a knack for making me laugh even when I'm not in the mood… Grr… damn, the pests here sure are bothersome."

Iori scowled when Ranma swatted the back of his neck, still pretending that the redhead wasn't there. "Grr, fine, I'll get back at you after my two matches. I know that you'll win yours too."

Ranma watched with a triumphant look as Iori simply yelled a frustrated 'Bah!' and walked away. "At least I found a way of keeping him out of my hair for awhile…" he paused when he felt another presence approaching him. Then he tensed when said presence gently leaned on his back and whispered a few words directly into his ear.

"I thought I told you to get some rest, not to frolic around and risk having your injuries reopened."

"That you did, but you should know me by now Mature, and I will not stay in that hellhole again."

Mature giggled. "Oh, its hellhole now, is it? Since you're such a rebellious boy, why not come to my room and, shall we say, 'break' a little thing you still have called virginity? You are still a virgin right? After all, only a virgin would be blushing that much."

"I'mfinethanksfortheofferthough!" Ranma said hurriedly while blushing like crazy. 'Mental note: going to Mature's room is definitely not a very good idea.' "SeriouslyI'mfinebesidesIwanttotalkaboutOrochi!"

The blonde blinked, trying to decipher what Ranma had said. "Oh, Orochi? Sure, go ahead. Ask me anything. I'll be glad to tell you if I know the answer to it so fire away."

"Ahem, did you know how Orochi was named 'our' god?"

Mature looked up and placed a finger on her chin. "Hmm, no, not from what I know anyway. Why do you ask? Do you know anything about it?"

"You see… I heard a very interesting story from an old lady…"

Chizuru gazed at the sunset with pain-filled eyes while standing all alone on a secluded part of the ship. She placed one hand on her shoulder and the other hand on her side, giving herself a soft embrace. Tears formed around her eyes as she remembered what day tomorrow is. It was a day she would never forget, a day in which her life as she knew it was brutally taken away from her.

"Oneesama…"

An illusion stepped out of her body and turned to face her. Chizuru slowly held her hands up and her illusion did the same. She closed her eyes and her illusion gently clasped their hands together. The two then proceeded to perform one of the Yata clan's 'dances', particularly one which she and her late sister Maki used to do all the time.

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"Ow, it hurts…" A nine year old Chizuru, dressed in small priestess clothes, sobbed while clutching a large gash on her knee. She paused when someone gently placed a hand on her wound and a white glow began to surround her. She looked up to see someone who looks just like her.

"There, all better now."

Chizuru looked at her knee and gasped when she saw that the gash was gone. She looked back up and beamed at the girl. "Thank you, Maki-oneechan!"

Maki just smiled back and helped Chizuru up her feet. She dusted her sister's clothes as she spoke, "Be careful next time, okay? I won't always be with you and if that time comes, you have to look out for yourself."

"That's not going to happen, sis! We'll be together forever!"

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Chizuru spun around, with her illusion right behind her. Her movements were both graceful and refined, quite fitting for the head of the Yata clan. The only sound you'll her from her dancing was the slight rustling of her clothes, that's about it. Her shoes were not making any kind of noise whatsoever; it's as if that she was gliding in midair.

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Chibi-Chizuru had a confused look on her face and a couple of sweatdrops at the back of her head. She was currently in the middle of a hallway with five exits, which seemed to always bring her back to this spot. "Umm, I think I'm lost. Hello! Mother! Father! Sis! Is anyone there? Why did father build the house like a maze anyway?"

She finally sighed and decided to find the way out by herself. She walked for a few minutes until she was too frightened to walk anymore. She was now in a dark place, hoping that it was still somewhere inside the house. "Hellooo? Is anyone here? You don't have to answer if you're a g-g-ghost! Hello-AH!"

She fell face first onto the wooden floor. She groaned and rubbed her sore nose before turning her head and looking at the thing she tripped on, it was a short rope tied tightly on a part of the floor. "Huh? What's this?" she muttered as she yanked on the rope.

She pulled a few more times until she pulled part of the floor with it, and she blinked when she saw some light coming from the hole and a staircase leading down. "Wonder where these stairs lead to…"

Curiosity getting the better of her, she hesitantly hopped down and looked around. There were a lot of paintings hanging on the walls. Most of the paintings were about the earlier heads of the Yata clan. She froze when she heard footsteps coming from the door next to her. She was about to run back up when she a loud voice echoed throughout the room.

"This has got to stop!"

'That's father's voice!' Chizuru thought with a sigh of relief.

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Chizuru's eyes narrowed and her graceful dance quickly turned into a controlled kata. She and her illusion began a simple dance of death, but with each blow the priestess dealt, her anger and hatred slowly began to rise. Just looking at her eyes was proof enough.

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Chibi-Chizuru wanted to knock on the door but the one they're talking about really caught her interest. So she waited, leaned on the door and listened intently to the conversation.

"I concur! You three are acting like savages, you were taught better than this!" A loud voice seconded.

"Take that back! Those animals deserve to die an animal's death! They abandoned their humanity and embraced the ways of the demon! Tell me why we cannot kill them like so?" A female voice reasoned.

The female voice Chizuru heard next shocked her to the core. "Yes, they need to be destroyed. Surely you agree with me? They are a threat, every single one of them!"

Chizuru's father Kyosuke spoke up once again, "Enough! We are going nowhere with this useless squabbles. As the current head of the Yata clan, I demand that you cease these brutal actions against the Orochi clan at once. If they resist, fine, that's the only time you should use your powers to incapacitate them. But know this! If I caught wind that you three, especially you, started torturing defenseless women and children yet again, so help me, I will kill all of you personally! Even if you are my wife! Do I make myself clear?!"

"Fine, as you wish, oh great clan head…" one of the three replied sarcastically.

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Chizuru stopped her kata and sat down. That was the day when her beliefs were shattered and the last day her family would ever be together again. Who would've thought that there was turmoil within the Yata clan? Some of their clan members took it upon themselves to kill all Orochi clan members which include both women and children. The worse thing was that Mature was right about one thing; her mother was one of those people who believed that the Orochi clan should be destroyed…

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"Uhn, where am I?"

"In your room, father found you unconscious somewhere inside the house so he brought you back here."

That brought Chizuru back to her senses. She immediately sat up and stared at her sister. "Maki, where's mother and father? I want to ask them something, it's very important."

Maki blinked at the serious tone Chizuru used. "Okay, you're scaring me a little. Why the rush anyway? It's not like it's the end of the world or anything…" She stepped back when her sister glared at her. "…hai hai, they're at the shrine, talking to some gaijin priest about something. Well, I might as well see where this is going."

The sisters soon arrived in then Yata shrine but they quickly hid when they heard shouting coming from inside. Maki and Chizuru took a peek in a small hole on the side to see their parents arguing with a tall, gaijin man.

"How? How did you get past the seal?"

Goenitz grinned, held his hand up and pointed to his ring, which has a snake design on it. "As long as I wear this, I am pretty much undetectable to your pitiful powers. Now, are we going to talk civilly or do I have to destroy your entire clan to get what I want?"

Chizuru's mother Hikaru stepped up. "You will not lay a finger on my children!"

"I see… that's just too bad. Now then, come and pray to your god!"

The Hakkeshu of Wind blurred and reappeared behind the two. He casually swatted the two to opposite walls. That was all the sisters needed to see. Both Chizuru and Maki chose this time to barge into the room and stand in front of their parents, completely ignoring their own fears.

"Ah, the mirror keepers! Thank you, you saved me the trouble of hunting you down."

The sisters knelt beside their mother and father to see if they're alright but both Hikaru and Kyosuke shoved the two towards the door. "Go! He wants to kill the two of you! Maki! Take Chizuru and get out of here, now!"

"Mother! Father!"

"Hm hm hm, why bother? You'll never make it alive anyway. It is best that you stick together as a family and start praying to your god!" Goenitz bellowed as his winds easily tore the shrine roof apart. Kyosuke's eyes widened when he saw a huge wind void in the sky, a void that was rapidly tearing the entire Yata estate apart, along with the rest of the clan members.

"Repent, while you are still able!"

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Fortunately or unfortunately, even now she doesn't know which one was which, Reiko's mother came into the room and carried her away from that monster, away from her family. When she came to next morning, her family was already buried by the few clan members that have survived the massacre.

Ranma whistled a soft tune as he wandered around the ship. Well, at least he got Mature to talk about some of her plans about reviving Orochi, though he was quite sure that her voice wavered when he asked about the temple of worship and the place for the true seal of Orochi. 'I guess she doesn't trust me that much, heheh, I'm used to it by now… eh? What's that?'

He stared in awe at the sight of Chizuru dancing with her illusion. He was so entranced that he didn't notice that he was walking closer towards her. But he came to his senses when the priestess suddenly fell to her knees. He was about to try and help her up when she sensed his presence and quickly sent a few wards that struck his arm. "Ow! That burns! Wait! I'm not here to fight."

Chizuru remained on guard though. "What are you doing here? And how long have you been watching me?"

Ranma winced again before concentrating on his arm to quickly nullify the seal, causing Chizuru's eyes to widen in shock. He saw the questioning look and sighed. "Yes, I broke the seal. It seems that the people from my tribe have inborn countermeasures to all Yata seals."

"So that's how you were able to save me…"

"Yes." 'She seems to be taking this well…? Are those tears?'

After a few more reasoning on Ranma's part, he was able to convince Chizuru to drop her guard. The two were now gazing at the sunset as they leaned on the railing.

"Strange…" Chizuru began with a small smile.

"What is?"

Chizuru tried to suppress a small giggle, making Ranma blink in surprise. "You have no malice in you, at least, not at the moment." She saw the puzzled look on his face. "I probed you with my mirror. It can easily see through people's motives if given enough time, and you have no ulterior ones."

Ranma nodded slowly, before a butterfly chose to rest on his nose. His eyes crossed and then he began sneezing uncontrollably, but he was paying more attention to the mirthful laughter coming from the Kagura priestess. "Achoo! Erm, you have a beautiful voice there, Chizuru." 'Where did that come from?'

The Kagura priestess gasped and turned away, trembling slightly.

"Ah, whatever it was that I did, I'm sorry!"

Chizuru's body shook as she laughed again. "It's really hard to imagine that you're one of Orochi blood, you're just too nice." 'Not to mention, you probably are the most pure-hearted individual I've come across in a long while.'

Ranma became teary-eyed. "Thanks, even though the rest of the world seemed to think otherwise. Not that I blame them, their fears are justified, I still have demon's blood in me and I will become a liability if I stay with humans for long."

"You mean the Orochi Riot of Blood?"

"That's only one of two reasons because I'm an Orochi half-breed. The other one is far more dangerous, and that is the awakening process." He saw the curious yet sympathetic look from the priestess yet again. "It's a process that Orochi clan members go through when a certain requirement is met. It awakens the dormant blood in you and brings out your true potential without losing yourself, but you will also be bombarded with the memories of your ancestors, the time when they were murdered for no apparent reason. That alone is enough to change a person's behavior upside down."

Chizuru remained silent until she hesitantly asked, "How do you know all of this?"

"I… I… went through the process but I was stopped by a friend before it could completely overwhelm me." 'But not before fully inheriting the memories…'

"I see… uhn…"

Ranma gently caught her as she lost her balance all of a sudden. "Hey, you okay? Geez, you're burning up! Come on, I'll take you to the clinic."

Chizuru shook her head and stepped back. "I'll be fine, I can heal myself. I should be alright tomorrow so it's really not necessary. Thanks for the concern though."

"If you say so…"

The priestess smiled genuinely. "Ranma, is it? I want to thank you, I've never laughed so freely before yet you easily made me do it and you're pretty good company too. Haha, I never thought I'd say that to an Orochi clan member." 'And you're starting to change my views about a few Orochi clan members as well.'

Ranma smiled back. "Ha, and I never thought I'd say this to you after our little skirmish at your shrine, thank you for not judging me so quickly like before. It truly means a lot to me, Chizuru."

"Well then, goodnight. And good luck in your match tomorrow."

"Yeah, thanks again."

Next day, Southtown: Tournament Arena

Ladies and gentlemen, we will now begin the second match of the quarter finals! The fight will be between the Hakkeshu Team and the Legendary Lonely Wolves Team! Fighters, please step into the arena!

"Hey Ter, where's Andy?" Joe whispered to the ponytailed blonde.

Terry shrugged and shook his head. "I have absolutely no idea. I last saw him looking out for Mai inside the hospital since arriving here yesterday. I haven't seen hide nor hair of him since then."

Joe scratched his chin, as if in deep thought. "Hmm, now that I think about it, me too, I never really saw any sign of him since yesterday. Oh and I visited Mai today and I found out that she's gone, the doctors said that except for a few sore ribs, there's nothing else wrong with her now so she can go out. Ter, get this, the doctors also said that she was being carried by a long-haired, good-looking blonde man…"

Terry looked at him, and a look of understanding slowly creased his face. "Oh… good for them."

"I guess it's just us today, eh, buddy?"

"Yeah."

Joe cracked his knuckles. "Let's get the party started! Oh and Ter, I'll take on the chick if you don't mind."

Terry just bowed, smiled and shook his head. "Whatever you say, Joe."

Joe rubbed his nose, held a palm up and smiled at his opponent. "No need to tell me lady, Joe Higashi understands what you want. After all, no one can resist my charms so why don't you just give up the match and be my girlfriend instead? A hot chick like you is perfect for someone like me, the kickboxing champion! Oh yeah! Ora! Ora!"

Mature just stared at this… thing in front of her with utter disgust. 'Great, my opponent, the retard.' "Uh, hey, um, earth to moron?"

"Huh? Yeah, what is it babe?"

"Do us all a favor and just die!" Mature crossed her arms, raised them upwards, and then brought them back down, slashing the kickboxer's body and producing a cross wound on his chest. Then she kicked the wound, pushed him back, and leapt after him as she twirled in midair and performed a slashing motion with her hands.

Joe screamed when Mature's attack struck him once more on the chest, drawing more blood out of him. He blocked out the pain, ducked down to avoid the blonde's next strike, and jumped towards her with a knee extended forward. His attack hit Mature on the chin, but rather than knocking her up in the air, it only made her even madder than before. 'Oh shoot, I forgot, this one worked under Rugal and Goenitz!'

"I'll kill you!"

A slash here, a thrust there, Joe couldn't really defend against it, especially when your opponent uses her fingernails as weapons, so it will not matter if you do manage to raise an arm to try and block it, she will still hit you.

To the surprise of Kyo, Iori and Chizuru, Mature crossed her arms once again as she clamped onto Joe's neck. It was very similar to Goenitz' bloody choke hold… and they were right. Mature lifted the kickboxer up, buried her fingers to the sides of his neck, and immediately drew blood.

Chizuru's eyes narrowed when she saw a white glow began to surround Mature as the blonde let out a low moan. The priestess gasped when Mature swiftly turned her hands, thus leaving Joe's neck at a very awkward position. She didn't care if the fight wasn't over; the Kagura priestess immediately ordered the med team to rush to Higashi's aid. Then she glared at Mature who responded with a glare of her own as she stepped away from her opponent.

Terry looked to his left and couldn't help but grit his teeth when he saw his partner go down. 'Damn, I guess there's only me.' He turned his attention back to his opponent, only to find out that Ranma was already in front of him. He tried blocking the attack, which he assumed was a straight punch to the face but to his surprise, the young teen feinted, ducked down, and hit him with an uppercut instead.

Ranma leapt after the blonde and delivered a couple of kicks to the sides before using Terry's chest to hop up and spin kick the staggering blonde on the face, which was enough to send him back down, hard. Ranma wasn't finished yet, he jumped at his opponent once more and punched him a few more times in the stomach, forcing the lone wolf to cough up some blood.

The ponytailed blonde countered by grabbing Ranma on the shoulders, kicked him in the stomach and then tossed him up. Ranma landed safely but Terry ran towards him, hopped a little and spun his leg around.

"Crack Shoot!"

Ranma blocked the high-angled kick with his right arm. Terry's attack had enough force in it to create a small crater under the place they were fighting at. Terry tried to break through the guard while Ranma was wide-eyed as he muttered the words 'this move' over and over again.

Terry finally broke through the guard and struck Ranma's unprotected face, sending him a few feet back as he crashed to the ground. 'What's wrong with him? I thought he's better than this.'

"It really is you…"

Ranma slowly got up, wiped his mouth with his fist and a familiar smirk made its way to his face. "This is great, I can finally see if I can now match the skill I saw then and now. Let's go!"

The ponytailed blonde paused when Ranma began to mimic his fighting stance. 'Do I know this kid?' "I'm kinda disappointed in you kid. I never thought that you'd be the type to copy someone else's fighting style."

"Copy? Who said anything about copying OUR style?" Ranma asked, causing Terry to look at him in shock. Then the smirk of the Saotome Ranma of old got wider as he spoke, "You don't remember me? I guess that's understandable. It has been quite a long time, but I'll tell you this much though, I have been itching to pay you back for what you did to me. Now, come on and fight!"

Terry just raised an inquisitive eyebrow all the while thinking why this teen in front of him was so familiar. 'Shoot, I can't remember… but I know I've met him somewhere before. He said our style, was he one of father's students? Nah, can't be… he's too young.'

Ranma hunched slightly and gestured to the lone wolf to make the first move. His opponent complied with a running hook, which he blocked by raising an arm up to the side of his face. He dropped down and attempted a leg sweep to the lone wolf but he cancelled the move as he changed it with a shocker to Terry and some of the Garou fans; he placed one hand on the floor, pushed himself up with it and spun around, with his other hand stretched forward.

"Rising Tackle!"

Terry got hit in the face a few times but didn't seem to mind. He distanced himself from Ranma before wiping some blood tricking down one side of his mouth. 'Saotome? Where have I…? Of course!'

"Heh, I think I deserve a perfect score for that one. So, do you remember me now?"

Terry chuckled softly as he unexpectedly removed his hat and then threw it to the crowd. He closed his eyes and smiled, placing a hand on the lock on his ponytail and to the bafflement of the crowd and the rest of the fighters, including both Geese and Krauser, Ranma did the same. Both warriors smiled as they simultaneously removed their ponytail hairstyle, let their hair down, and went into similar fighting styles.

"You've aged well."

"And you still look like hell, squirt."

After that brief exchange, the two began trading punches left and right. To the crowd, it looks as if both of them were fighting a mirror; Terry's blows were not getting through and the same goes for Ranma. Speaking of the half-breed, he had a face that says 'I can beat you' while Terry had something that says 'Nope, not in your life'.

The two warriors finally got a hit in at the same time. Terry received a blow to the ribs while Ranma received a blow in the face. Terry's eyes widened when he noticed that Ranma's free hand was starting to glow. He pushed the teen back as he tried to distance himself while gathering his own energy through his already outstretched arm.

"Buster Wolf!"

"Mouko Takabisha!"

The outcome of the energy clash was not what Ranma had expected. His Mouko Takabisha was surprisingly snuffed out by Terry's Buster Wolf and the latter was now headed towards him, much faster than before, thus giving him absolutely no chance of escape. He was flung back and was promptly slammed to the far wall.

Terry rushed after him, jumped up and swung his fist down on Ranma, who was currently struggling to get out of the deep indention on the wall. "Power Dunk!"

Ranma was buried even deeper into the wall because of that punch, before the rest of it collapsed on him. He yelled as he blasted his way out of the rubble and flipped back up to face Terry. He took one step forward before he found himself falling to his knees, seemingly out of breath. Once again, it was a mere ruse as he punched Terry once he got close enough.

The two traded blows yet again but this time, they were not even attempting to block the blows they're receiving. The spectators cheered on and frantically cheered for either Ranma or Terry. After a few sickening hits, both of them were flung back when they attempted their ki blasts again, Terry quickly got up but Ranma was panting like crazy.

"You're a bit rusty. You should spread your legs more, shorten the distance between your arms and lower your head a little bit. You'll be able to guard my punches a lot better even though you're feeling tired." Terry scolded the teen with a tired smile.

Ranma was not in the mood for any of it though. "Stop the damn lessons and fight me, old man! I'm not a kid anymore so don't treat me like one! Fight me for real this time dammit and fight me now!"

That heated statement raised eyebrows to the rest of the fighters except for the two figures watching from above. Mature also had a puzzled look on her face. "Old man…?" 'Now what's he talking about this time? First it was Orochi's past with the dragon and now this?'

Terry bowed his head and muttered 'very well squirt' as strong waves of energy began to gather around his right arm. He dashed forward and drew his right arm back. "Burn Knuckle!"

"Yeah, that's the move!" Ranma shouted enthusiastically, dashing forward, and drew back his right arm, palms flat and all, as he shouted, "Dokuja Tanketsu Sho!"

Both warriors stood frozen in the middle for a long time but a certain redhead just laughed maniacally at the outcome. Iori shook his head and smiled, he got up from the wall he was leaning on and started to walk away, with his partner right behind him. "Déjà vu…"

Wow… Oh! Um… both Terry Bogard and Ranma Saotome are down and out. And Joe Higashi is seriously injured, that only leaves Mature who is left standing on the arena which means that the winner of the match… the Hakkeshu Team!

"That was… peculiar. That is not the same man I fought before." Krauser muttered.

"True. I've never seen Bogard smile like that, especially in a fight."

Krauser smirked. "Of course you haven't, you're the one who took it away from him if the information I have received are accurate." His smirk got wider as he continued. "In any case, he has defeated the Garou fighters, even if it was a lucky victory. I can't wait to be the one to 'educate' him in our match."

Geese let off an evil chuckle. "And I have just the thing to make him the perfect subject." He looked to his side and a couple of files and folders were scattered on the desk, but there was one picture on top of the files, a picture of a woman in her mid-thirties. "I'm sure that after our match is over, he will obey us completely."

AN: Okay, so Terry's buster wolf was from Garou: Mark of the Wolves and KOF 2003, but hey. Sorry about the long delay, but I did finish a few chapters ahead of this one. I'll be updating tomorrow anyway so ja ne!

Next Broken Souls III: The Real Me

"I can't remember the last time I truly felt so alive…"

"Shermie…"