Disclaimer That Is Getting Freaking Old: I don't own Street Fighter. Nor its characters. The legal system irks me.

Chapter Four

Several days passed when Hayao saw neither hide nor heel of Remy. He was always out of the house, and when he wasn't, Hayao was. Remy often simply sat on his living room couch for hours at a time while Hayao was out singing. Remy would, under normal circumstances, be reading Sun Tzu's The Art of War. Remy hated warriors with a passion, but...he did long to understand their logic. To identify with these people...is the first step toward re-education.
A rare passing of the two occured when Hayao's summer break was already two weeks down. The Japanese boy had just gotten back to Remy's house, and...there he was, lying on the couch. Not reading, though...just staring at the ceiling, deep in thought.
Remy's line of vision was obstructed suddenly by a bright, chipper face and a full, bushy head of purple hair.
"Hey there!" Hayao said with a smile. "Where've you been, blue?"
Remy sighed lightly.
"I don't have to explain myself to you, Hayao."
With that, he rose, crossing the hall and entering his room, leaving Hayao to sit on the couch himself, pouting.
"That jerk..."
Hayao laid helter-skelter on Remy's sofa for about an hour, then looked the other way as Remy left his bedroom, running a hand through his long teal hair. Just before Remy got to the door, however, he stopped, turning to face Hayao.
"Listen, Hayao...I'm sorry I snapped at you. I just...I'm not a very social person. I don't want to scare you, and I don't want to upset you. I...I'm sorry."
Hayao flipped over the arm of the couch, facing Remy with a friendly smile.
"Don't worry about it, blue. I figured you were just having one of those days. Happens to the best of us." He clapped Remy on the shoulder lightly, which made Remy chuckle.
"Thank you...you're very understanding. Now, I must be going. And...if you want to know, I go out every night to fight. I'm trying to understand... their mindset."
Hayao instantly understood this. "Oh! I see...re-education and such, right?"
Remy smiled again. "Yes...yes, that's right. I'll see you tomorrow."
And with that, he was gone.
Hayao stared at the door for a while, amazed that Remy had actually taken the time to say anything to him. He then decided to find another bar and sing his heart out, as per the norm.
At Horinoya, a well-known sushi/karaoke place, Hayao sang softly, a slow, melancholy song. It had a romantic feel to it, though, so it seemed Hayao's style.
"...shiama se de..." he finished, bowing neatly.
As he left the stage to wild applause, a Girl approached him. She was...odd-looking, but only because she looked foreign. Her skin had a chocolate hue to it, and her hair was a tad short. It gleamed snowy white, and almost made Hayao squint.
"Hey...I like your singing. It's good to dance to!" she said, her voice having a tinge of an Australian accent to it.
Hayao smiled warmly, giggling. "Thank you! I always like people to dance when I sing!" He extended a hand to her.
"I'm Hayao Watanabe! What's your name?"
"...Elena." She giggled as well, taking his hand and gently moving up and down. Second nature to humans now. Hayao sometimes wondered about that.
"It's nice to meet you, Miss Elena." Hayao bowed lightly, releasing Elena's warm hand.
"So...Heard you know how to fight, Hayao." Elena tossed her white hair behind her head, only to have it fall over her eyes again.
Hayao shrugged. "I dabble."
Elena giggled at this. "Think you're up for a match?"
Hayao looked at Elena blankly. "You think you could fight me? I mean...I might get hurt!"
Elena smiled, gently punching Hayao's shoulder.
"Oh come on, dear, you can do it."
Hayao smiled happily, taking Elena's hand.
"Alright then! We'll find an alley or something..."
"Or a roof." Elena pulled Hayao by the hand up the stairs of the bar and to the moonlit roof.
The two stood on the top of the building for a second, then Hayao gasped in shock as Elena pulled her shirt and skirt from her, revealing a two-piece bikini...or something of the sort. Elena began to step lithely back and forth in rhythm, and she motioned for Hayao.
"Come on, dear!" she said with a laugh.
Hayao looked at her for a second, then realized what she was doing.
"Ah! You're a Capoeira Girl, huh?" He assumed his stance as well, and nodded to Elena.
"Let's go!"
Elena giggled, then flung herself at Hayao feet-first with remarkable speed.
"Rhino HORN!" she cried, as Hayao stepped nimbly aside and countered with a rising chop attack, dubbed the Orion Slash, which sent Elena packing. She leaped to her feet, then assaulted Hayao with kicks as he was forced into the defensive. He blocked, dodged, parried, and then ducked, sweeping Elena to the ground with a confident laugh. He leaped back, taunting Elena playfully with a slightly Girlish pose.
"You can do it!" he said. This seemed to spur Elena on, as she flicflaced to Hayao, delivering a sharp kick to his chin. Hayao flew into the air, spun about, regained his balance, and readied one of his better attacks. He summoned an incredible amount of celestial power, then released it in the form of several arrows which rained down on Elena.
"Sagittarius Volley!"
Elena couldn't handle the energy attacks that Hayao delivered. She let each of the ten bolts hit her face, chest, and legs, then crumpled to the ground, out cold.
Hayao fell to the ground quickly, running to the unconscious Elena.
"Oh no...! Miss Elena! Are you alright?" Hayao groaned. "I must have been too rough! I better get you to a hospital!" Hayao took the tall, long-legged African into his arms, walking back into the bar and outside.

"Ohh..." Elena came to slowly, looking about her as she did so.
Where was she? White walls, weird-smelling bedsheets, a steady beeping nearby her...ah!
"I'm in...a hospital?"
A doctor walked to Elena's bed, smiling warmly.
"Well, now, Miss Elena. Didn't expect you to come around so soon!"
"How long?" the Capoeira Princess asked.
"Just six hours, actually." The doctor straightened her coat, taking Elena's hand.
"You'll be fine. I think there's someone who wants to see you!"
Elena progressed into the waiting room, where Hayao was leaning against a pillar, sleeping. Elena giggled and cleared her throat, which made Hayao jerk awake. He smiled brightly when he saw her, approaching her.
Elena was flabbergasted. "You took me to a hospital...and waited for me?"
Hayao nodded. "I couldn't rightly leave you, could I? Oh!" He handed Elena a paper bag.
"It's your uniform. Figured you wouldn't want to go out on the street in a bikini."
Elena smiled, brushing a tear from her eyes. "That's so kind of you!"
Hayao shook his head. "It was nothing...but I have to go now, Elena. I hope I see you soon."
Elena leaned forward, kissing Hayao's cheek.
"I hope this moment of friendship will bring you many happy memories."