Disclaimer: Street Fighter, along with Sakura Kasugano, belongs to Capcom. I don't own that character. I do own Mickey, however.


Remember when I said this was going to be a one-shot? Well... I LIED! I wanted to give this some love so expect this to be a rather short story. Enjoy, my lovelies.


Last time, Sakura met with the mysterious Mickey Villanueva, a new fighter making waves around the world. Bonding over the love of the fight and Sakura's desire to protect others, the two become new friends as they prepare for a friendly fight. Who came out on top? Well...


"SHOUOKEN!"

It's been ten minutes since Mickey and Sakura met for the first time.

In the open fields of the Japanese countryside, the new friends battled vigorously. Exchanging strike for strike, Mickey's fighting style – using capoeira, kickboxing, and some pro wrestling techniques – proved to be the perfect foil for Sakura's Shotokan style of martial arts.

And they did it all with smiles on their faces, enjoying each other's company.

Well, that would have been the case until Sakura drilled him with her classic Shouoken uppercut, knocking him into the air.


"Ugh! That hurt!" Mickey cries. Tumbling over the grass, he falls face-first into the fields.

Sakura grins and does her signature dance, swaying from side to side. "Haha, I won! That was close! Thank you—" Sakura suddenly hears Mickey's mumbled groaning. "Whoa, are you okay?"

"Mmm, I'm jus' peachy," moans Mickey.

Sakura runs over to take care of him, brushing some grass and dirt off of his Hawaiian shirt. The two fighters look into each other's eyes as Mickey shakes his head.

"I told you I'm stronger than I look," Sakura says with a teasing smirk.

Speechless, Mickey nods and pats her head to her slight discontent. "Yeah, yeah. Stop frontin' like you got one over on me. Besides, I had a nap."

Stunned and in disbelief Mickey was salty, Sakura gasps. "A nap?!"

"Yeah!"

"Now you're just making excuses!"

"No, meine Bekannte, I'm not. Excuses are for lazy people."

"Lazy?!" Sakura nudges Mickey with a laugh. "Shut up!"

Mickey turns around with a mischievous stare. "Oh, no, you don't!"

Seeing Mickey ready to chase her down, Sakura laughs as she runs. They run for what seems like half an hour before catching their breaths.

"I… Whew… I'm gonna get… Oh, crap," Mickey says wearily, "I'm gonna get you back for…all of that."

A seasoned track and field veteran, Sakura is as peppy as ever as she stretches. "I don't know about that," she chirps. "You seem tired already."

Mickey stares her down while she giggles. Suddenly, Sakura gets an idea.

"You know what? I'll make it up to you by taking you to dinner," she says. "I know this great yakiniku restaurant in Tokyo where they make the best white rice!"

Mickey finally catches his breath and rubs his head, slightly confused. "Yakiniku? What's that?"

Sakura dons a look of recognition on her face, remembering his words from before. "Oh, right! I forgot you're not from around here. Umm, it means 'grilled meat'. It's pretty good…"

Suddenly, Sakura hears a low but loud grumble from Mickey's stomach. She snorts a bit while she laughs as Mickey sports a sheepish grin on his face.

"In case you couldn't tell, I'm, like, mad hungry," Mickey mutters with a laugh.

"Well, I guess we shouldn't stand around here for too long!" Sakura takes Mickey by the arm and drags him along. "Let's go! Before your hunger consumes us all!"

"Yeah, okay," Mickey says mockingly towards Sakura while she giggles.

The two friends talk and walk through the countryside until they arrive near an express train leading to Tokyo. Boarding the train, they sit side by side as they play Rock, Paper, Scissors for most of the ride back.

Surprisingly, Mickey won most of the time.

Sakura takes a bit of a nap as Mickey turns to his new friend. Smiling, he thinks about what he came here to do. The path ahead of him is long and winding with many dead ends along the way. However, for the first time in a while, he smiles, realizing there's someone he could relax and talk about life's struggles with.

A warm smile curls across Mickey's lips as he sees Sakura having a pleasant nap.

"You know, amiga, you hit like a truck. But you know what?" He whispers before massaging his jaw. "You're like the little sister I've always wanted."

He smiles before staring out of the train's window. Unbeknownst to him, Sakura opens her eyes and smiles wide, taking Mickey's kind words to heart before falling back to sleep.


The train stops as Mickey and Sakura arrive in Tokyo. Interestingly enough, the two friends keep up appearances as they navigate their way through Tokyo's streets. Hundreds of people in business attire gawk at Mickey's interesting wardrobe as he smiles and waves.

The day winds down as the sun begins to set. By nightfall, the streets of Tokyo become immersed in a sea of lights and laughter. Sakura and Mickey make their way to the Kasugano Residence, Sakura's home.

"I'll be right back," Sakura says. "I just need to change clothes and we'll be on our way."

She heads into her home.

"Alright, but we're not buyin' any beer...or sake!" Mickey says as he stands just outside of Sakura's residence.

From the corner of his eye, he spots a group of young men that have been following him and Sakura quite a bit. Sensing their hostility, Mickey turns and smiles wide before the group walks away. Relishing the small victory, Mickey chuckles before Sakura returns.

She steps out of the residence wearing a red-and-beige hoodie with black jeans and stylish sneakers. Mickey spots Sakura's shoes and compliments her with a thumbs-up. Sakura smiles and shrugs.

"C'mon, our grilled meat adventure awaits!" Sakura smiles, leading Mickey into the busy Tokyo streets and its vibrant nightlife.


Hope you guys aren't hungry, because food and fun await our friends next time on First Impressions!


Author's Notes: Don't expect a lot from this story. Maybe one or two more chapters and that's it. But enjoy their friendship bloom and of course...

Later days. - Thicket