Pirate Booty
by
RobertCop3
So, this is a birthday fic for the character of Malin, whose birthday is February 4th according to her profile. I know more popular KoF characters such as Blue Mary have a birthday on this date, but I decided to give Malin some birthday love because, let's face it, she's my spirit animal.
This is actually separate from my fic-verse, and my ongoing Malin passion project, "Metamorphosis." It's inspired by JojoDO's Kumite-verse (as seen in the fics "King of Fighters: Ultimate Grand Dream Kumite" and "Dusk After Kumite: King of Fighters Twilight Tournament"), and takes place sometime after "Twilight Tournament" has ended. One of the things set up in Kumite-verse (both in Jojo's fics and also a chapter of my own Kumite-inspired fic) is that Malin winds up forming a "friends with benefits" relationship with B. Jenet. This inspired the fic you're about to read, and I hope you enjoy it!
All characters are the property of SNK/Playmore. I don't own them or the video games.
South Town, Malin's Apartment – February 4th.
The elevator door opened with a ping, and out stepped a young girl with a shopping bag. She seemed unassuming enough: short even for her age, dressed in baggy blue jeans, yellow sneakers, a treasured Athena t-shirt purchased backstage sometime ago but had since faded from countless washes, and a brown bandanna knotted about her scalp, which her long blonde hair was tucked underneath, only a few errant bangs and a prominent cowlick peeking out in the front.
To the other tenants, she was just an average girl in her late teens. She worked, went to school, paid the rent on time, and didn't make a lot of noise except on weekends. Which was the exact appearance Malin tried to maintain for them. She doubted her neighbors would be very thrilled if they knew what she did for a living, or how she enjoyed spending her nights.
Today, however, she planned to spend a quiet day at home: play some games, watch a classic ultra-violent movie (she hadn't seen "Reservoir Dogs" in a while, so maybe that one), and then after it got dark, shut the curtains, strip down to her shorts, and find something steamy on Pornhub to jill off to. The bag she carried down the hallway contained a six-pack of Dr. Pepper, along with some of her favorite spicy snacks picked up at her corner bodega, and later she planned to Uber some boneless wings from that pizza joint she liked, tossed in their Dante's Inferno sauce.
Happy Birthday to me, she thought. She wouldn't have minded being out and about, maybe causing some trouble, but she didn't feel like going out by herself, and the few girls she considered friends who would actually want to hang with her were all miles away at the moment. So she planned to entertain herself. Maybe try again to contact Athena. Gods knew the website needed updating, especially since the tour was more than halfway over now. Fan club subscribers were getting restless for anything their club chair could share with them, and Malin was running out of excuses. But for some reason, the pop star had been elusive the last several months.
She was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice the door to her apartment was half-open until she was standing right in front of it. She remembered locking it when she'd left, and the only person she'd ever given a spare key to (her friend and old teammate Kasumi Todoh) was currently out of town. Without a sound, she drew her trusty dagger, used the tip of the blade to push the door open wider, then took a few cautious steps past the doorway, stopping to let her eyes adjust to the darkness.
The apartment was dim, but down the hall, the small blonde could see light coming from the living room entrance. She placed her burden down inside the foyer, shut the door as quietly as she'd opened it, and started forward, gripping her knife in a cautious stance. However, she heard nothing. If she was being robbed, they were the quietest burglars she'd ever encountered, more so even than her. So she decided to try and intimidate.
"Whoever is in here, you'd better not be taking my stuff!" She called out. "Because I'm not the type of girl who calls the police. I'm armed, and dangerous, and you're in my home uninvited. Far as I'm concerned, that's a free lunch! I stab first and ask questions later!"
Not a sound from the living room. She crept closer, gripping the knife more tightly. "I mean it! If you are robbing me, I'm gonna cut your damn eyes out and piss in the sockets. Then I'm gonna scalp you, rip out your brains and take a dump in your empty skull!" She paused briefly right before the doorway. "Then... I'm gonna slice you from your dick to your collarbone like a fish, and use your guts to decorate my…" She stepped around the threshold and into the living room itself now, any further threats dying in her throat when she saw who was in her home.
Bonne Jenet lay on her side on the couch, facing the doorway, in a classic cheesecake pose that would have made Bettie Page green with envy. Her familiar purple dress, high heels, and thigh garters were discarded on the floor, leaving her in just her G-String, and what appeared to be a red satin ribbon wrapped crosswise over her ample breasts, tied into a festive bow in the front, and still displaying a generous amount of flesh both over and under despite its width. One hand rested on the wide curve of her exposed hip, the index finger of the other lightly brushing her full lips, which were parted just so.
"I love it when you talk dirty, Malin," she purred at the smaller blonde, and blew her a kiss, sending three small pink hearts fluttering across the room.
Malin quickly sheathed her weapon, her cheeks going red at both the pleasing sight before her, and also embarrassment that she'd almost knifed her friend and fuck-buddy. For a while, all she could do was stare at both the hearts circling her head like butterflies, and the busty blonde vixen on her couch. Finally, the part of her brain responsible for speech rebooted itself. "Bonnie?" She asked incredulously. "What are you doing here?"
The sultry smile never left Jenet's face as she rose from the couch. "Isn't it obvious?" She laughed, opening her arms in greeting. "Happy birthday, you sexy bitch!"
Now Malin laughed as well, her demeanor becoming more relaxed as she crossed over to where the pirate queen stood, getting up on tiptoes to throw her arms around Jenet and place a kiss on those very inviting lips. She spent a few moments getting lost in the warmth and sweetness of Jenet's mouth, as well as her pleasing scent, before she came up for air and placed her feet flat on the ground again.
"Still a great kisser, I see," Jenet said, pulling off the smaller blonde's bandanna and tossing it aside, letting her bright golden locks cascade down around her shoulders. She knew Malin didn't like to wear her hair down, but Jenet still loved to see it every chance she got, and she also knew she was one of the privileged few who was allowed to touch Malin's famous headgear.
"Been staying in practice," Malin said with a cheeky smirk. "Ever since Germany, I've been more inspired to put myself out there and try to have a love life, thanks to you."
"Glad to hear it."
She laughed, placed her hands on the wide curve of Jenet's shapely hips. "God damn, it's so good to see you, but… when we parted ways after Her Royal Cunt-ness's tournament, I thought you said you were gonna be at sea until next month."
She shrugged. "That was my plan. Then my ship needed some emergency repairs. Refrigeration conked out and our food supplies were spoiling, so we had to find a port where we knew the authorities were crooked and would let us dock if we bribed them. South Town Harbor was closest, and after I granted the Knights shore leave, I remembered what day it was, and so I had to come give my home-girl something to unwrap." She laughed and gave her torso a shimmy, causing her ample breasts to bounce enticingly even through the confines of the ribbon.
The smaller girl's mouth started to water at the sight. "Well, I'm really glad you came. Because I had no other plans until you showed up."
Jenet frowned at hearing that. "Aaaaw, Malin… doesn't anyone else remember your special day?"
"Well, a few people. But you know me."
"Mm hm. Quality over quantity, unless it's money."
"Damn right!" Malin said with a cackle. "Anyway, Athena usually gives me a call today. But she hasn't yet. Actually, we haven't really spoken since the Kumite ended, so I guess she's still mad about everything that went down there. And Kasumi usually brings over a Baskin Robbins cake, and we hang out, watch a movie or play some video games. Except this week, she's out of town, looking at colleges with her mom. But she called earlier to give me some good birthday mojo, and said we'd get together when she's back. So yeah, before you showed up, I was planning on a quiet, boring evening taking noobs to school in Fallout New Vegas, then getting shit-faced and watching porno."
Jenet smiled warmly and caressed her friend's cheek. "Well, then, I'm glad I could be here, but I'm sorry I forgot to bring a cake."
Those large amber eyes started to shine with mischief and hunger. "That's okay… I'm more in the mood for pie right now."
Jenet's blue eyes met her gaze, radiating their own lust. "Well, first you gotta unwrap your gift. Come on." So saying, she took Malin's hand and led her towards the bedroom.
The state of her room was extremely relaxed, to put it lightly, so Malin blushed a little after they entered, looking down at the floor, which was strewn with her dirty laundry. "Sorry, it's a bit of a pigsty. I… wasn't expecting company, as you already know."
"No worries," Jenet laughed. "You should see my cabin after a few months at sea. Besides, we were just gonna mess up the bed, anyway."
Malin laughed along with her. "Yeah, good point."
"Speaking of which… lay down!" Jenet said, and shoved her onto the unmade bed. A short time later, most of Malin's clothing was added to the menagerie on the floor, along with Jenet's ribbon, which the smaller blonde had eagerly untied. Malin was on her back with her friend on top of her in a sixty-nine, her plump bottom inches from Malin's face, still clad in that purple G-String. Once again, Malin found her mouth watering at the sight.
"Turns out I did bring some cake," Jenet said, giving her hips a small shimmy. "So you have your choice between that and pie."
"Oooooh, I love a good buffet." Malin reached for the side strings on Jenet's panties and started to cinch them down. "Think I'll start with the cake and work my way down."
The pirate queen gave a shudder at feeling her friend's hands taking off her G-String. "Whatever you want, birthday girl!" She purred, and then set to her own task of removing Malin's black shorts.
Several orgasms later, the two women lay above the covers, cooling down after their vigorous catching up. Jenet was now lying on her back with Malin on top, the smaller girl's head resting in between her bountiful bosom. Jenet smiled at the pleasant feeling of Malin's cheek nuzzling her cleavage, and stroked the spy girl's hair.
"Hey, Bonnie," she heard Malin mutter into her ample flesh. "Will you marry me?"
"Sorry, Malin," Jenet said. "But I'm already married. And my ship is a very demanding wife. But I don't think she'll mind if I sex you up whenever I'm ashore."
Her head popped up then, lips spread in a wide grin. "I'll take it!" She said, and leaned forward to deliver another kiss.
"Happy Birthday, Malin," the pirate queen said after their lips separated. "If I ever pull off that epic score and finally make my hero proud, I'll buy you a new pair of tits even bigger than mine."
"Nah, you never have to do that."
"Really?" Jenet cocked one golden eyebrow at hearing that. "I mean, you know I already think you're beautiful the way you are, but I've always been curious: if your size frustrates you that much, why don't you go see a plastic surgeon or something?"
Malin snorted. "And lump myself in with all those freaks and phonies? No thanks. I may not be as big as I want, but god damn it, what little I do have belongs to me. It's better to be small than fake."
Jenet smiled warmly, brushed a stray lock of hair from her friend's forehead and tucked it behind her ear. "Wow… just when I thought it wasn't possible for me to respect you more than I already do… come here." She pulled Malin close and gave her another deep kiss.
After they were done, Malin fixed her gaze on the floor again, blushing a little, though she wore a broad grin. "I'm, uh… gonna roll a cigarette. Want one?"
"Thanks, I'd love one."
Malin sat down on the edge of the bed and opened a drawer on her nightstand, rummaging through its contents for a moment before producing some papers and a pouch of tobacco. While she was preparing the smokes, Jenet asked her: "So, if you didn't have plans for this evening, mind if I make a suggestion?"
"Does it involve more sex?"
"Well, yeah, but later. First, though… are you hungry?"
She looked over her shoulder and flashed a wicked smirk. "I'm always ravenous after I get laid. You know that."
Jenet laughed, and reached out a hand to stroke her bare back, remembering the late night snack Malin had fixed them after their second night together. "Funny, I'm the same way. Well, where do you feel like eating?"
The smaller blonde finished rolling the cigarettes and offered one to Jenet. "Anywhere?"
"Sure, I'm buying."
After lighting both of them up, Malin lay back down next to her and took a drag, blowing a few lazy smoke rings towards the ceiling. "You like Indian? I'm craving something that would set a lesser man's stomach on fire."
Jenet smirked while she puffed her own cigarette. "Indian sounds good to me. I haven't had decent fish tikka masala in ages. My galley cook just can't seem to get the spices right. Anyway, I figure we'll eat dinner, and then I'll take you bar hopping. Have some drinks, hustle some fools out of their money, and maybe find some hot guy or gal to seduce and take to a hotel for a threesome. Unless… you want to just Netflix and chill or something? It's your day."
The spy girl laughed and kissed her corsair friend on the lips. "No, honestly. What you just said… sounds like the best birthday I've had in a long time! Let's do it!"
Jenet returned the kiss, and then took another pull off her cigarette. "So, you have a fake ID, right?"
"Natch," Malin answered with more than a little pride. Putting her own smoke between her lips, she grabbed her wallet off the nightstand and pulled out a driver's license, showing Jenet the front of it.
The older girl studied its laminated surface, in particular the personal information, which described a twenty-three-year-old named Melanie Allen, and also contained the proper watermark for their state. "Wow. This is a pro job. Not that I expected any less from you."
"Who do you think you're talking to?" Malin said with a laugh.
"A smart, sexy bitch who knows how to play the game," Jenet said. "And I have my own fake ID, so we're all set." She then sniffed one of her own armpits, turning her nose a little at the pungent bouquet of sweat and sex covering its shaved surface. "Though we should probably shower before we set out on our adventure."
Malin took one final drag off her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray on her nightstand. "Totally, if our goal is to start a threesome tonight. But, you know we'll get to the restaurant faster if we shower together."
Jenet laughed and stroked her back some more. "Hey, pirates are all about conserving water. And I can scrub you with these." She placed her hands under the swell of her breasts and bobbed them up and down.
Malin surprised her then by lunging forward and wrapping her arms around the buxom blonde in a hug. "I'm really glad you're here, Bonnie," she said. "Thanks for remembering."
"Anytime, Malin," Jenet answered, and hugged her back. "It's what friends are for."
After the moment passed, Malin got up from the bed and grabbed her phone off the nightstand, checking it for messages. "Hey, what do you know?" She turned to the corsair, who was stubbing out their own cigarette. "Athena actually called while we were catching up."
Jenet gave a small shrug. "If you wanna talk to her first, that's fine. I'll keep the shower warm for us." She rose from the bed, walking to the bathroom in regal strides that made her hips sway sensually, which did not go unnoticed. When she reached the doorway, Jenet paused and turned her head to flash the smaller girl a wink. "See you in a few," she said with a sultry purr, then disappeared into the bathroom to start the shower.
Malin gave a small shudder of anticipation, then grabbed her towel off the back of a chair, wrapped it around her torso, and went out into the living room with phone in hand. Sitting down on the couch, she unlocked it and pressed Recall, then the button for Facetime.
The blonde girl smiled at the familiar face that appeared on the screen. Athena seemed to be sitting down, and was dressed in one of her more showy outfits, the red number with the pleated short skirt and the sleeveless midriff-bearing top with the heart-shaped "boob window" that she'd worn back when the two women had been on the same team. The first time she'd seen that outfit was probably when Malin realized she liked both boys and girls, but she kept silent about that. Instead, she simply asked: "'Sup, Sailor Moon?"
"Please, Malin," Athena Asamiya answered with a scowl. "I… told you not to call me that."
"Sure thing, Hot Legs."
"You know I like that nickname even less."
Malin shrugged. "Dunno why. Because King and Yuri have got nothing on you in that department. You should'a let me knife that music critic who called you 'chunky' at the last KoF tournament that had teams. Those pics that went up on the website, of you fighting in your seifuku with that criminally short skirt got like a billion hits. 'Cuz boys and girls come running for the great taste of that primo leg meat. You should wear thigh high stockings to the next KoF. Those pics would probably get even more downloads. I'd totally flick my bean to them."
On the other end of the phone, Athena's cheeks had turned a shade of purple that rivaled her hair. "Malin, um… let's talk about the website some other time."
She nodded at her friend. "I gotcha. Sorry if I rambled. I'm just in a really good mood right now. Getting laid does that to me."
On her own end of the phone, Athena finally noticed Malin's long blonde hair was not restricted by her bandanna, and that a towel was the only thing keeping her decent. "Oh, I… um, I'm not interrupting something, am I?"
Malin leaned back on the couch, stuck her feet up on the table. "You are, but she's cool with it. So am I. Because I wanted to talk to you, anyway. All kidding aside, it's really good to hear from you. Been a while."
Athena seemed to be fidgeting in her chair now. "Oh, well, you know... the, um... tour has been keeping me busy. Plus, my manager has been in talks with Iori's. After that show in Munich, they think a collaborative album between us will sell pretty big."
The small blonde perked up a little at that. "Damn, Teeny! If you know something, you gotta spill. I need a juicy tidbit for the website or the next E-Zine. Your loyal subscribers have been hungry for… well, anything, but I haven't had many bones to toss them lately."
"I know." Her face hardened a little, then, mouth forming into a rigid line. "Just like I know that's my fault. I'm sorry if it feels like I've… been ignoring you. Um, look… Malin, there's… things I've been meaning to say to you for a while, and… I hate to do this on your birthday, but… I have a show to do soon, and if I don't get this off my chest now, I might carry it out on stage with me." She reversed her grip on her phone to show the dressing room she was calling from.
Malin found herself more intrigued than anything else, since she'd gotten the sense the J-Pop star had been avoiding her since Germany. But she tried to mask any concern she felt with bravado, which was her usual defense. "Well, as they say, the show must go on. So what's up?"
Athena turned the phone back around to look at her again. "Malin, I appreciate that you're such a fan of my music, and all the work you do for the club, especially because I know that's all volunteer. But… I need to tell you that I… don't approve of your personal lifestyle." Her hand came to her lips a split second after saying that, realizing her choice of words. "Oh, God, that came out wrong. I wasn't trying to say I have any problems with your orientation. You know I don't. What I meant was that..."
Malin laughed and waved a hand. "Relax. I know what you're talking about. You're upset that I did the nasty with Kensou."
"No." Athena shook her head. "Sie is my friend, and who he chooses to… fraternize with is none of my business, just as my personal affairs are none of his. The problem I have there is that you two went behind my back. I didn't ask for your help."
"I know that," Malin said, her expression more serious than the J-Pop star was used to seeing. "But he came to me. And I can't shred other guys' brains with my own mind waves, or summon ancient genocide gods to re-spawn me mid-fight. Hell, I can't even use elements like the firebois, or the Ice Princess, or most of the other regulars at KoF. I gotta earn my keep in this world. So when someone comes up to me and says they wanna hire me to protect you, what am I supposed to do? Tell them eat shit? And then I did the job he hired me to do, so… I expected to get paid. That wasn't personal. Just business."
"Like I told Kensou, who says I asked for protection?"
"No one, but if it makes you feel any better, I had my own reasons for breaking into that control room, ones that didn't involve you."
The red had faded from her cheeks, but Athena still looked a little flustered. "That brings me to my main issue, your behavior in the Kumite itself. You tortured your opponent in the first round, and actually enjoyed it. That was nauseating to watch. You even stole from your old teammate…"
Malin shrugged. "Again, nothing personal. Well, okay, I'll admit, putting the Melon Queen in her place was personal, and a hell of a lot of fun. But that second thing was strictly business. I lost my shot at the KoF gold, so I needed to find some way of paying the bills, and out of all the prospective targets in that castle, Hinako just happened to fall into the category of…"
Athena rolled her eyes. "Malin, I'm not interested in hearing your excuses."
She now found her annoyance starting to override the "fan girl" in her, something that rarely happened when talking to Athena. "You brought it up. And anyway, if my plan had worked, any animosity that Little Miss Granny Panties might have felt towards me would have been forgotten the minute she passed within a hundred feet of a Burger King."
Athena was then silent for a time, her deep violet eyes scrutinizing Malin through the screen. Finally, she gave a sigh of resignation. "Look, I stand by my disapproval of your behavior, but you're right about the fact that I am getting sidetracked. Malin, what I meant earlier is that I don't approve of the professional life that you choose to lead. And I question most of the things that seem to bring you joy. But you are who you are, and like you said, you need to make a living using what you have, and I guess… I'm not perfect myself. I've cheated before, so maybe I can't really judge." She paused, then, remembering how her victory against Krauser in the first Kumite hadn't exactly been fair. "But we work well together, and I've always been able to trust you where the club is concerned."
Malin's own face took on a look that Athena had never seen before. "Well, I won't apologize for any of my actions in Germany. You're right, we are who we are, and this is the life I chose, because I'm good at it. But if it makes you feel any better, our business relationship is one of the few things I consider sacred. It's not for sale at any price."
Athena smiled at her. "I don't even need my powers to know you're telling the truth. My secrets are safe with you."
"I'll die before I ever spill my guts to anyone. They can torture me all they want."
The smile grew wider. "Well, if you were being tortured, I would want you to tell them all the things even other fans don't know, like that my favorite vibrator has a nickname. That's not worth dying for, Malin. But like I said… I do trust you. So, while I… don't think we could ever be friends, I hope we can keep working together."
Malin nodded, smiled back. "I gotcha. We are from two different worlds. You got your music and public appearances and those tiny skirts that do wonders for your legs, I've got my covert operations and love of stabbing things. But as far as the fan club's concerned, you always have my support there. To infinity and beyond."
Athena laughed a little, in spite of herself. "Thanks, Malin. I'm grateful for all the work you do there. I mean that. The club wouldn't be the same without you. And I wish you a very Happy Birthday. At the very least, we all deserve to have that."
"Oh, it's been happy." Her amber eyes then flicked to the bedroom door. "And about to get happier."
"Good, I'm glad you have someone to spend it with. I truly am. We do need to talk again soon, though. I need to give you highlights from the tour so far, and send you a zip file of some backstage photos to look through. As you pointed out, it's what our subscribers are paying for. Is tomorrow good for you?"
"Tomorrow should work. Just hit me up whenever you have the time. I'll be around."
"I will. I promise."
They were interrupted then by someone off screen opening the door, and Malin heard a faint voice say: "Two minutes, Ms. Asamiya."
"Thank you, Gregor," Athena said to the unseen stage hand. Then she turned back to the blonde on her phone, and smiled again. "Gotta run, Malin. Enjoy the rest of your birthday!"
Malin smiled back. "Thanks, Teeny! I'm sure I will. Break a leg out there! Or an arm. Or skull. Whatever floats your boat."
Athena shook her head a little, but the smile didn't leave her face. "I'll talk to you tomorrow." Then the line disconnected.
Malin got up from the couch, stretched, and went back into the bedroom. She tossed her phone on the bed, then crossed over to the bathroom doorway, knocking at the half-open door.
"How's Athena?" She heard Jenet's voice through the shower curtain.
"She's good," Malin answered. "More importantly, we're good. Not perfect, but… we understand each other."
"Yeah, Athena is cool like that. I knew she couldn't give you the silent treatment forever."
"She's one of a kind. We're gonna talk business tomorrow. But for now, I'm coming in, Bonnie, so you better not be decent!"
"Oh, I never am, even when I have clothes on!" The buxom blonde called back.
"Just the way I like it." Malin gave a wicked cackle, entered the bathroom, pulled back the shower curtain, and gave a small whistle at the sight that greeted her. "Damn, they look good wet!"
Jenet gave a sultry smile, her voluptuous body glistening underneath the spray of hot water. "They'll look even better once they're nice and soapy. Care to do the honors, birthday girl?"
Malin smiled back and pulled off her towel, tossing it onto the rack behind her. "Permission to come aboard, captain?"
Jenet blew her a kiss, spawning more pink hearts that floated through the air towards the smaller blonde. "Granted, you sexy bitch!"
Malin reached out to grab one of the hearts and brush it over her lips, loving how it tasted faintly of her friend's gloss. The day had started like any other, but things were definitely looking up now, and about to get even better. "Best. Birthday. Ever!" She said with a laugh as she stepped into the shower and then pulled the curtain shut on them both.
Fin.
ADDITIONAL NOTES
In Jojo's Kumite-verse, Malin is bisexual. Which I love, because it makes the character more interesting. She may claim to hate people like Mai and Iroha because they have more curves than her, but her jealousy is just to hide her physical attraction to them.
Malin's comments about Athena's legs are a reference to her character models in KoF XIII and XIV. And "seifuku" is the term for those Japanese sailor school uniforms. And on a personal note, I loved Athena's KoF XIII model. I love it when a lady's got some meat on her bones.
Malin's name on her fake ID is a reference to my own fic "Metamorphosis," and the name she has before she's adopted by Joan Landy and the Organization. Go check it out if you'd like to know more. It's an origin story for Malin, and if I had to describe it, it's a mix of Harry Potter, La Femme Nikita, and Metal Gear Solid.
This fic has a bunch of references to both Kumite fics. Here's just a sample:
"If I ever pull off that epic score and finally make my hero proud, I'll buy you some implants if you want." - Kumite 1. Jenet was rather busy in the first two rounds. She fought Captain Kidd (a character from SNK's World Heroes series) in Round One, and though she lost, he gifted her his hat. Then Post-Round One, she spent the night with him, and Post-Round Two, after he lost to Benimaru and left Italy, she planned a heist of the tournament's prize money in an attempt to carry on the pirate tradition in his honor. Malin was one of her recruits in this endeavor, though their plan was foiled by Chizuru.
"She paused, then, remembering how her victory against Krauser in the first Kumite hadn't exactly been fair". - More Kumite 1. The final match of Round 3 was Athena vs. Krauser. Athena was losing, and was visited by Goddess Athena, her ancestor, who offered to lend the girl her powers for the rest of the match, an offer which Athena accepted. So she won that fight, even though she shouldn't have.
Jenet laughed, remembering the late night snack Malin had fixed them after their second night together… Not actually part of Jojo's Kumite, per se, but one of my own fics inspired by his, a WIP called "Stormin' the Castle." Only have two chapters up, but they're good ones, and expand on Jenet and Malin's FwB relationship.
And a lot of what Malin and Athena talk about is all stuff that happened in Kumite 2. Too much to get into here. So if you want perspective, you should read that. Though honestly, you should have read it before you started this fic.
And that's that. On a personal note, I never thought I'd have devoted so much of my writing to a character who was only playable in two King of Fighters games. But Malin has grown on me. She says and does things that, as a man in my forties, I can no longer do or say, but Malin taps into the "immature teenager" that still exists in the recesses of my brain, and gives me a safe outlet. It's one of the reasons I love writing her. And one of the reasons I will finish "Metamorphosis" someday.
But in the meantime, I'm glad I was able to give her a happy birthday. Until next time...