Finally have plot for this.

"Yagami! Hey! Getta'hold of yourself! Urf!... Riot! Could you please cooperat-" *wack*

He felt his bones creak as Iori screeched and smacked him in the shoulder. Kyo gritted his teeth and continued dragging the red-haired man across the floor.

Kyo Kusanagi had just disembarked his Caribbean cruise with Yuki, and decided to spend a few extra days in SouthTown to hang out (harass) his sworn rival.

He also wanted to steal the TV, sell it, and pocket the profits before hi-tailing it back to Japan. Iori always replaced his television without fail, and Kyo thought it was a great running joke between them. What Iori thought about the - rather expensive 'joke', Kyo didn't much care. They thrived off inconsiderate antics.

"Ouch! Riot! Behave! Get over here! Come on!"

Kyo had come here to leech, fight and eat expensive food. He didn't expect, upon breaking into Iori's apartment, to find the guy to be thrashing on the floor and foaming at the mouth. It'd been years since Riot had fought for control like this. Usually Iori let him out a couple of times a week to go play paintball or run missions with IKARI, and that kept his pretty sated. Kyo was under the impression his rival and his weird split personality were on friendly terms nowadays.

Maybe they're fighting again? I dunno… Should I just fry him? Worked last time…

"AAAAAA-a-a-a-a-ahh"

Riot grabbed him by the leg whilst screeching through chattering teeth. Kyo never knew how he did that without biting his tongue. Any normal person would find the experience horrifying, but Kyo was used to it by now. Riot was like a toddler-... no, more like a very dangerous pokemon, who for whatever reason had taken a liking to him. He regularly gave him handfuls of weird shiny trinkets. Sometimes it was trash, bottle caps and paper clips and things like that.

Sometimes it was bloody jewelry… often it was teeth with silver fillings... Usually Kyo threw that stuff out immediately and never asked questions. Yet it was good to know Riot had taken a liking to him. Fighting wasn't an option. The Riot was scarily strong.

Dammit Riot! Just chill man… The hell is Yagami doing in there?!

Besides, Kyo rather liked to hang out with Riot. It was significantly dumber than Iori (imagine that) and usually had no problem handing over the credit card whenever Kyo asked for it. Iori's split personality was let out every Thursday to romp around and do whatever it wanted for twenty-four hours. Kyo was keen to take advantage of that. Once he brought Riot to a department store and did his entire year of clothes shopping in 8 hours. The next day - Friday- he arrived back in Japan to find Iori had filled his voicemail with angry messages.

"Behave or I'll roast you! Where's Iori!? Hey, Pay attention!"

"D-d-duckling! AAAA-a-a-ah"

Something was wrong and Kyo wasn't too sure what. He decided the best course of action was to temporarily seal the Riot away with a dose of Kusanagi flames, then ask his rival what was going on. It was something he could only do to Iori, since he instinctively activated his flames - and thus his heatproofing - when he was hit with fire. If he did this sort of thing to Leona, it might break her out of the Riot, but she would likely die afterwards.

Alright dude, come on.

But luckily Iori was in there somewhere, so his flames would kick in on time. Kyo was gonna make him treat him for lunch after putting him through this nonsense… and also steal the TV. that was priority.

Terry Bogard was incredulous.

Everything was just too strange. Was he dreaming? Was his son playing a prank on him? Maybe Iori was playing a prank on him and had roped Rock into this? No way, that guy has no sense of humor… and neither does Rock for that matter.

In any case, he was driving Roc- no 'Iori' who currently looked exactly like his son, down to his apartment in PortTown. The roads were littered with potholes and many storefronts were boarded up and unoccupied. It seemed like this portion of the city was still recovering from the emergency rabies outbreak a couple of years ago.

Well, Iori and Kyo got out okay… Rest in peace everyone who died…

"I don't know! No, I didn't eat anything weird-"

Terry blinked and glanced over to his passenger. Iori Yagami - or at least he claimed he was Iori Yagami - was sitting in the passenger's seat yelling into a phone. He had stuck a bandaid over the cut he'd made above his ear, but it was so deep that blood was still dripping down his face. Terry had tried to stitch him up, since it was his son's body after all, but Iori wouldn't let him do any first aid.

"Riot? No he's not here. I think he's in my body... What? Okay. Call me back."

He just couldn't get used to hearing his son's voice speak in Japanese. Iori seemed to have finished speaking to whoever he needed to and was looking at his hands and frowning.

What's he doing?… ugh whatever. I just hope I find my… actual son soon and we can get this sorted out. I don't think I can deal with this for too long…

He sighed then dodged a pothole as he made a left onto Knight Street. The sun was just coming over the horizon, but it was still too dark to drive without headlights. The streets were deserted and silent. The hoot of an owl and the low rumble of the engine were the only noises that broke the silence of early morning.

His house is… where is it… ah!

Terry pulled up to the curb in front of Mrs. Shates Flower Emporium and threw the car into park. There was a small side-street that led around to the back - where the entrance to Iori's apartment was. The noise of the engine cut out and for a short moment everything was silent. He looked at his passenger. Iori was spaced out.

Then a thump and a shout split the night. It wasn't English.

"Alright Yagami, hang in there buddy! I'm getting you out."

Terry frowned, and leaned forward. He vaguely recognized that voice… was tha-

"OH FUCK! OH SHIT!"

Iori had evidently recognized that voice as well and it immediately threw him into a panic. Terry looked over to see the man wearing a terrified expression. He threw the door open and almost tripped over himself as he bolted from the car and toward the source of the voice. He began screaming Japanese.

"DON'T FUCKING BURN ME YOU SHIT! KUSANAGI?! OYY!"

Terry didn't understand, but if it scared Iori it probably should scare him too. He rushed around the building to catch up with the action.

TMW your best enemy burns your employee alive because he's trying to help you deal with your mental problems