AN- Wow, it's been a while, huh? I've had this chapter done for a while, but Bryan (The brother story) has been in a bit of a block lately. So I decided I would post this chapter anyway, and I will probably keep going with the story. Bryan will finish his side of the story, but it will take a little time. I just didn't want you guys to lose interest (although I might be too late... damn). Anyhow, for the time being, "Unsung Hero" and "Electric Avenue" will continue posting while Bryan figures out what he wants to do for the next chapter of "Breaking Chains". Keep watching the author notes of mine and Sayiko Master's for updates on that situation. But for now, courage.

Klyde had made his way to the Chinese harbor town of Fuzhou. The town was a busy one, the throng of stores making the village square like a maze, with people rushing back and forth, large loads on their backs. The sun was beating down on the people, but their pace did not slow. The same could not be said for Klyde, as he leaned up against a wall.

Jeez! It's really friggin hot today! Maybe I should take it easy today…

Suddenly, something caught his eye.

Holy crap! It's a babe!

There was a break in the crowd by the door to a bar, and standing in the doorway was the hottest girl Klyde had ever laid eyes on. She had long blonde pony tails, and wore a baby blue….wrestling outfit?…

Without his consent, his body had begun to inch it's way towards the girl. Soon he came into earshot of the girl, who was having an argument with someone in the bar.

"Whatdya mean only half! I won the fight, so I get the prize money!"

A fat man sat behind a desk, piles of money stacked in front of him. He was smoking a cigar, and he laughed with a sinister tone.

"Listen Mika. You did good, but you trashed half the joint throwing that guy around. I'm taking half your prize money to pay for damages."

The female wrestler known as Mika hung her head. "…I guess so… I'll see you on Thursday then, right?"

The fat man hesitated. "Yea… about that…"

Mika's head shot up in alarm.

"Look kid, it's not like you aren't any good. You're dynamite! But you always trash the place. And besides…"

Mika raised an eyebrow. "Besides… what?" she prompted him.

The man seemed uncomfortable, and he struggled with his words. "…well, the regulars are sick of seeing a girl who only fights."

Recognition dawned on the fighter. "Oh."

"Yea. Oh. They're sick of seeing a girl beating the crap out of guys. You know, you're friggin hot, Mika. You know how much money you could make if you'd just…"

Mika's fist went through the table, shattering it and sending money flying everywhere. She lowered her face to his and growled, "I told you, I'm not gonna lower myself to that crap!"

By this time, Klyde had made his way into the bar. He decided it had been well worth it, as he was now being treated to a wonderful sight as he stood behind Mika as she was bent over and yelling at the man.

"This is awesome!" he exclaimed.

Mika stopped her yelling and turned around. She looked Klyde up and down.

"And who the hell are you?"

Klyde scratched the back of his neck and flashed a cheesy grin. "I'm Klyde! And the pleasure is all mine!"

Mika growled at him. "You wait one minute, and I'll deal with you next."

Klyde let out an 'eep! scary!' as Mika went back to her business with the fat man.

"Well, since I'm leaving, I suppose I'll just take this as my pension!" Mika said as she scooped up a handful of bills. She gave a smile and turned to leave, grabbing Klyde by the arm and walking out.

Once outside she turned to him in anger. "Now who the hell do you think you are?"

Klyde paid her no attention, as he was nursing the arm she had dragged him out by. "Geez, hot and she's got a killer grip…"

Mika fumed. "I'm standing right here, you know!"

Klyde jumped. "Um, yea. I know. Heh."

Mika stood face to face with Klyde, her hands on her hips. "So then, may I ask what you were doing staring at me?"

Klyde grinned nervously. "Well, I mean, the outfit kinda… well, it asks for it."

"Why? Because I'm wearing a fighting outfit? I got a news flash for you, assface, you're wearing a fighting outfit too!"

"Uh, yea, but I am a fighter."

Mika's face went red, and Klyde could swear that he saw smoke rising. "Are you making fun of me?"

Klyde shook his head. "Oh no, it's just that I've never seen a female fighter before, and …"

Mika growled. "How degrading do you plan to get?"

Klyde shrugged. "How much room do I have?"

Without warning, Mika threw her right fist in a cross jab. Klyde barely managed to pull himself back in time to dodge the blow.

Wow, nice punch. She's pretty quick!

Wow, nice dodge. He's pretty quick!

Klyde covered up his surprise by laughing. "Ha! You think a silly little attack like that will hurt me?"

Mika smiled. "No, but this will!" She jumped up into the air and planted a double foot drop kick into Klyde's stomach. All of the wind rushed out of his lungs, and he clutched at his stomach. Mika got up and laughed. "Just another guy who underestimated me again."

Klyde suddenly stood up straight, and gave a cheesy smile and a thumbs up sign. "Nah. That kick wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be."

But it still hurt…. Ow.

The ploy only served to make Mika angrier. Before Klyde knew what had happened, Mika was behind him, and had wrapped her arms around his waist. Klyde smiled. "Hey, I could get used to this!" Mika also smiled. "I bet you could." She said sweetly as she lifted Klyde over her head in a suplex. Klyde's head slammed into the ground with a loud cracking sound.

Klyde slowly stood up and cracked his neck. "Wow. That's not too bad. Maybe I did underestimate you a bit. But now, it's my turn!"

Mika looked on as Klyde closed his eyes and began to focus. He made a low humming sound as he began to gather energy. A faint aura began to form, and Mika began to get a little worried.

Klyde channeled everything exactly as Thunder Hawk had taught him, and swung his fist in a forward left punch. His fist found it's target in…. well, there's no avoiding it. He hit her breast. Time seemed to stop as Klyde stood there, his fist meeting her flesh. Neither fighter moved for what seemed like forever. Finally Klyde broke the silence, grinning nervously.

"Sorry." He muttered, and began to pat the breast. "Sorry about that."

Mika grabbed Klyde's hand with both of hers. She cocked back her head and yanked Klyde forward. Klyde managed to utter "uh oh" before Mika brought their heads together, the union making a sickening crunch. Klyde stumbled backwards, marveling at all the pretty stars. Unfortunately for the female wrestler, she had underestimated the hardness of her opponent's head, as she too was swaying back and forth, her vision swarming with exotic colors.

"Geez! What is this guy's head made of?"

After several minutes, both fighters had managed to recover from the headbutt.

Klyde recovered first, and looked at his opponent. "Hey! We've been fighting this whole time, and I don't even know your name."

Mika threw a fist in the air. "I am Rainbow Mika!"

Klyde gave her a dumbfounded look. "That's your wrestling name… What's your real name?"

The seemingly simple question caught her off guard. "My… my real name?"

Klyde nodded. "That's what I asked."

Mika's expression of vulnerability turned back to her face of anger. "Why should I tell you!" Mika tried to catch Klyde off guard and spun around, leaping at him… well, she attacked butt-first (there was no way around that). Klyde saw it coming and jumped backwards, causing her to land on her rear. She groaned and (sigh) rubbed her butt in pain.(Its in the game. That one isn't my fault!) Klyde pointed and laughed. "You attacked me with your ass! That's the funniest thing I've ever seen! Hahaha"

Mika flipped up and caught Klyde's head between her legs. She planted her hands on the ground and went to flip him over. She tried, but Klyde didn't move. In a muffled voice, he asked, "does this mean you like me?" Mika went to say something in response, when suddenly a 'slurp' came from where Klyde's head was. Mika's eyes went wide and she let go, dropping onto the floor. She quickly jumped up and began screaming at Klyde.

"How dare you do that!"

Klyde cowered backwards. "What! I thought that was an invitation! I couldn't have been the first guy to do that!"

Mika began screaming incomprehensible jibberish while hitting Klyde over and over again in embarrassed anger. Klyde had had enough and began screaming back, and the two made no sense as they argued at the top of their lungs, attracting a large crowd. They both realized they were being watched, and they both stopped yelling, their fists frozen en route towards each other. They dropped their hands and gave each other a nasty look.

"This isn't over, asshole." Mika said as she went to walk away.

Klyde looked down at the floor. "You know, you still haven't given me your name. I'm Klyde."

She must really hate me. Why do I have to act like an ass all the time?

To his surprise she stopped, her back still towards him. He wasn't complaining. "Amber. My name is Amber. Good bye, Klyde."

He must really hate me. Why do I have to act so mean all the time? She thought as she walked away.

I wonder if we're ever going to meet again… They both thought as they walked their separate ways.

Klyde groaned as he walked off, still staring at the retreating Mika. Because of his… distraction, he walked right into someone. Klyde fell to the ground, but made no effort to stand up. He found nursing his ego much more worthwhile. He sat there for a moment, when he heard a cough. He looked up at the man he had crashed into.

"Most people apologize when they bump into someone." The man said. He was wearing a purple outfit with oversize cuffs, his face warped with age. His hair had faded to white, not only on the top of his head, but also in the long beard that cascaded down from his chin. He had a knowing smile, and a pair of eyes that appeared to not be looking at Klyde, but at a spot three inches past his head. Klyde reluctantly got up.

"Um, yea, sorry about knocking into you… I was a bit distracted."

The man nodded. "So I noticed. May I ask what has brought you here? You do not appear to be of Chinese decent."

Klyde nodded. "Is it that obvious? No, I traveled here looking for someone. But then I got distracted by the psycho hose beast over there." Klyde tilted his head in the direction Mika had walked off in.

The older man began laughing. Klyde's eyebrows slanted and he yelled, his voice going high and his face going red, "What do you think is so funny, old man?"

He slowly ended his fit of laughter and wiped a tear from his eye. "It is just so funny. Your description of the woman, and your longing glances at her retreating form. So oxymoronic, and at the same time so poetic. Not to mention your rather… touchy, reaction. Truly entertaining."

Now Klyde was fuming. "Well, anyway, SHE, isn't the reason I'm here."

"Oh, no?"

"No. I'm looking for an old master by the name of Gen. I've been told he could help me with my fighting."

The old man raised an eyebrow. "Ah… well, what luck you have! For am I he."

Klyde gave him a puzzled look. "You are he? I don't get it."

Gen gave an exasperated sigh. "I am the master Gen."

Recognition dawned in Klyde's eyes. "Ohhhhh! So, do you think you can help me?"

Gen looked him up and down. "Hmmm…. First I would need an accurate gauge of your current abilities."

Klyde nodded, getting into a fighting stance. " Oh! That I'm good at! I'm ready whenever you are!"

Gen shook his head. "No, I won't be fighting you."

"Why not?"

"I would kill you without trying."

Klyde stamped his foot on the floor. "Like hell you would! I'm getting really good at this street fighting! Give me some credit!"

As Klyde finished his last sentence, Gen's hand snaked through the air, stopping less than a centimeter from Klyde's throat. Klyde went to gulp, but thought better of it.

"My style is designed to kill. I cannot strike you without permanently incapacitating you. Now, I want to gauge your ability. Breathe in deeply."

Klyde gave Gen an estranged look, but did what he was told, talking a deep breath and holding it in.

"Right, now exhale."

Klyde obeyed, letting all of the air out in one long spray. Gen nodded.

"You weren't kidding… you have gotten very good. But you are still not THAT good. You could do with some real battle experience."

"But I've fought many people!"

"All merely sparring matches."

"! How did you know?"

"Simple. You breathing is long and leisurely. In a real danger situation, you breathe fast and ragged. Your lungs are not conditioned for real battle. There are other signs, but that will do."

Klyde couldn't think of anything to say.

"The best thing you could do would be to put yourself in a real battle situation, to help you smoothen out your warrior instincts. However, I'm not instructing you to simply pick some fights. If you are interested, I have a task that would both measure to some good in the world, and would give you the experience you are looking for."

Klyde nodded. "I'm listening."

"In the shadows of Osaka, there is a gang that has been broken. Hiding in the alleys, they slowly reconstruct their forces. While now they are not much, given the time, they could be reborn into a force of terror, as they originally were. They are known as Mad Gear, and they once plagued Metro City when their numbers were thriving."

Klyde's eyes widened. "Mad Gear is still around!"

Gen nodded. "You've heard of them?"

"My hometown is very close to Metro City. Anyone in the state has heard of Mad Gear. One day, some martial artists pulled the plug on them. That's all we heard. Mayor Haggar went to great pains to keep the details from the press. Rumors are that he went and handled the business himself. I betcha it's true! I remember back when he was a legend in the Slammaster arena. He was the greatest wrestler alive!"

"Well, two of Mad Gears chief members survived, and they are trying to recruit for a second wave. If you are willing, their names are Rolento and Sodom. Go to Osaka and seek them out."

Klyde gave it a second's thought, and then smiled. "Yea! That sounds like a good idea! I think I will go and see if I can clean up this loose end. Then I'll be as cool as Mayor Haggar! Thanks old dude!" Klyde yelled as he ran off.

Gen shook his head. "He may be a fool, but I can't help thinking, he's going to do great things. I only hope he can survive against Mad Gear…."

AN- I am already halfway done with the next chapter (I've had long enough, haven't I?), so there should be another post of Unsung Hero as soon as I get around to it. As always (now more than ever) I want to know what you guys are thinking, so please drop me a line in either a review or email. Catch ya guys later!