Subject: Ex's KoF : RK Style!!! Round 3 24 From: RobinKloster Aug 98 e-@anime-genesis.com > First off, let me retype what should have been there to begin with... > Megumi will win Shishio over by a) healing him or b) hurting him (as a > doctor she knows what couyld make those burns truly hurt) > And Kaoru could win over Enishi by a) saying she'll ber his new sis, >or b) dressing up ;lile his sis and playing with his mind ^^ Hohohohohoho.....closed....but not that close.....hahahahahhha.......if you've just readhow Megumi and Kaoru defeated the Cool Team....you should've guess better.... ohohohoho...j/k About the bokken part....hmm...how dumb of me...but anyway..this a dumb fic... ohohohoho....however, I'll try to edit that part .....I'm too excited to get into the Tokio fight now.......so I wrote it up ......Enjoy ^_^ Warning.....for those looking for a feeling, dark, love or emotional fic, look somewhere else...this fic has none of this inside......ohohohoh....eiks...forgotten the disclaimer in Round 2...gomen... ALl characters are owned by Watsuki sensei and their companies.Enjoy ^_^ ----------------------------------------------------- King of Fighters : Rurouni Kenshin Style!!!! Round 3 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Saitoh stood unmoving, his left hand holding onto his katana's hilt firmly. Tokio too produced the same situation. Her right hand grasping tightly on the hilt of the bokken. The crowd went dead quiet, awaiting for the charge both sides were to produce later. Some biting on their clothes, the tension getting to their heads. Some were hugging each other, fearing the worst, some just stood motionless, their mind already wandering to guess what will be the outcome of this battle. Tokio, hanged a head lower, letting the beautiful fringe from her hair covering one of her eyes. Saitoh too did the same, dragging more from the cigaratte still hanging between his lips. Sanosuke looked on with awe, his eyes focused on Tokio. Kenshin too was a bit surprised for he haven't heard much about Saitoh's wife. However, judging from this scene, it seemed, Tokio was not a simple woman. Suddenly, Saitoh huffed out a puff of smoke. Unknowing to him, since his head is lowered, the smoke caught his eyes for a moment, blinding him momentarily. A sudden sparkle shone in Tokio's eyes as she lunged with electrifying speed at Saitoh, the speed only a Gatotsu technique could produce. "She's fast!!! Maybe even faster than that Shithead!!" Sanosuke yelled. The dust trail left behind by Tokio's lunge caused the battlefield to suddenly be blurred. The crowd quickly produced their japanese fans trying very hard to blow the dust away. When the dust cleared, Saitoh was standing on the other side while Tokio on the other. Both had their weapon in front of them. Clearly Saitoh too executed his Gatotsu just in time. "You haven't lost your touch yet, Tokio." Saitoh smirked turning around. A bruise appeared from his left chest, the torn clothing confirming that. Tokio turned around, a simple cut appearing on her right shoulder. "Smoking is bad for you, Hajime. And it might cause your demise one day." Tokio said politely. Even with her deadly skill and speed, Tokio still maintained the womanly speech and politeness. Yet her eyes showed lots of difference. The eyes which saw many lives taken away glowed darkly from her. "Yet your Gatotsu has improved much since then." Tokio added. "And yours too, I've taught you well then I think." Saitoh complimented. "What!!! Saitoh taught her 'Gatotsu'? That shithead!!!!" Sanosuke fumed. Already back to her 'Gatotsu' stance, Tokio awaited Saitoh's preparation. Saitoh too went back to his stance. This time making sure, he spat out the cigaratte from his mouth with a grin. Suddenly, again, a trail of smoke appeared as both lunged towards each other. No yell or battle cry were heard coming from this two cool combatants. Amidst the thickening dust, suddenly, Tokio appeared on top. She jumped from her charge hoping to get Saitoh unaware. Reaching a certain height, she aimed her bokken straight down. "A 'Gatotsu' attack from the air!!!" Sanosuke yelled. "Shimatta!! Saitoh will use the anti air 'Gatotsu' technique!" Kenshin said. True to Kenshin's expectation, Saitoh came rising up with his anti air technique catching Tokio in the mid of her attack, rendering her on the defensive instead. However, due to the dust, Saitoh missed his mark though not completely. Instead Saitoh's katana went over Tokio's shoulders while her went under his. Their body came to a thud as they met each other mid air. Both felled to the ground, but Tokio was quick to get to her feet again. Saitoh too wasn't to called it a day yet, so he too quickly got to his feet. Tokio let out a girlish smile. Her face blushed with a slight cherry red as she prepared for another attack. "That was how we first touched, Hajime." Saitoh too smiled, not his usual grin but a loving smile. He remembered how their love blossomed from their training together. Then his loving smile turned to a vicious grin. "This time, Tokio, I'll end the fight." "So then, I shall too...." Tokio answered. However, instead, she let her left hand which was to be on the tip of the blade be rested inside her purple hakama. Saitoh could not understand the technique his wife is using but he was determined to end this meaningless fight. Sanosuke was walking frantically as he was worried that Saitoh would really kill his wife. Suddenly, he stepped on a dead branch. *Snap* Again, a trail of dust appeared. However, it was created by Saitoh's lunge. Tokio stood in her position steadily. The grin on her face puzzled Sanosuke and Kenshin. Even Kaoru and the now awaken Megumi were left in questions. The speed Saitoh was travelling was fast, very fast. His wolfen eyes had already pinpointed the arm which Tokio uses to hold her bokken. Even though how cold he might seem, he could not kill his wife. After all he loved her. As he neared her, his sharpened focus turned into one of fear and horror. An expression he thought he had forgotten since then. Now he remembered. He remembered how Tokio then defeated him in combat, but in another way made him fell in love with her. Tokio withdrew something from beneath her hakama and threw in onto the ground. A cheeky smirk appeared on her face. "You lose, Saitoh Hajime...." Tokio exclaimed as she coolly took a small step to her left while holding out her bokken still in the original position. Saitoh went towards Tokio with ever increasing speed. The tip of Tokio's bokken collided hardly with Saitoh's chest sending him flying into the crowd. The crowd went wild. The guys cheered as loud as their voice could be. The girls too went wild at seeing such skill from their own kind. Many felt proud that day that the Mibu no Ookami was defeated by a woman. "NANI???" Sanosuke questioned. Kenshin could only managed a soft giggle from his cool face. Sanosuke put on a big evil look at Kenshin, asking for an explaination. "Ah....the 'Gatotsu' have explosive power, and that power come partially from the speed it attained. By just simply making full use of the speed, one can simply turned the advantage over." Kenshin explained. "How????" Sanosuke asked. "That." Kenshin pointed at a yellowish thing on the ground which looked squished. "A BANANA SKIN?????" Sanosuke expressed loudly. Kenshin nodded. Then, Sanosuke just dropped on his head, nearly fainting realising the technique used. *************************************************** "The 'Heroine' team is the winner." the announcer proudly said. "They will proceed on to meet the next winner." And then he presented the next match. Slowly walking up the stage again, the crowd went wild. Soujiro blushed from so much female adoration as Yahiko stood quiet. Yutarou could only produce an evil smirk. Misao hopped up cheerfully as Okon and Omasu continued their generous gifts of free air kisses towards the crowd. The crowd were suddenly filled with cherry red, as men and women alike blushed from the reaction from their idols. "Soujiro......you go first..." Yutarou asked. "Then Yahiko.......I'll go last." "Saaa......chotto ittekimasu...." Soujiro replied as he stepped forward indicating he'll be the first to fight. Yutarou grinned even more widely. He knew Soujiro would be enough to finish the fight while he and Yahiko could rest for the next. Okon took on Soujiro's challenge as she stepped forward, fully in her Oniwabanshu uniform. Already stopped giving air kisses, she put on a serious look. One which caused Soujiro to burst into continuous laughters. "What's so funny, samurai boy!!" Okon demanded. "You looked much prettier when you're smiling, nee san..." Soujiro continued laughing. "Is that so!????" Okon blushed as she covered her face with her hands, shaking her head violently. "No..No....I'm not that pretty...hehehhehehehe..." Then suddenly, she looked up again, this time more serious than before. "You're trying to make me lose concentration isn't it, samurai boy!!" she fumed. Soujiro again bursts into childish laughters. Yutarou was already flaming as he kept on shouting to Soujiro asking him to finish the fight as soon as possible to which Soujiro can't hear because of his own laughters. Without warning, Okon launched into the air, grabbing out handful of knifes, she flung it skillfully at Soujiro, or actually to where Soujiro was standing a while ago. Okon quickly looked behind her. Her beautiful long hair brushing against the wind as sparkles of water fell from her wet hair. Hordes of guys let out tears of joy as their beautiful goddess showered them with love. The bright glimmer from her eyes warmed their very heart as her charming smile captured their soul. Soujiro was already behind Okon, still laughing uncontrollably. Okon quickly whipped out a small shorter kodachi, flinging it way to her back. But she hit nothing only air. Soujiro was now in front of her, still laughing. This irritated Okon very much. How can this boy be so fast, she thought. Minutes went past as Okon tried desperately to land a hit on the inhumanly fast Soujiro. Slowly her tired hands began failing her as swinging her small kodachi caused much pain from her muscles. Yet the hyperactive Soujiro kept laughing, dodging and disappearing and reappearing around Okon. Misao sat there, her eyes filled with anger at Okon's incompetence. She kept on yelling and shouting for her teammate to beat Soujiro. If not for Omasu's intervention, Misao would've gotten up herself to beat the daylights out of Soujiro. Already, Okon was getting tired. Sweat began soaking her hakama as she tried harder to land her kodachi and knives on Soujiro. "Why can't you just stand there, samurai boy!!!" Okon yelled. "Of course I can't, I'll be hit by all your weapons!!!" Soujiro mentioned before laughing off again. Just then, Okon let out a maniacal yell as her mind reached her limit. Her body exerted her final energy. Okon felled unto the ground. Breathing heavily, her eyes welled up in tears. "I can't keep up anymore......" she muttered under her watery voice. Soujiro felt bad so suddenly. He never thought of him moving around could have caused her so much grief and sadness. He stopped his laughters then, his eyes looking at the ground. Then suddenly, he looked up again as a new challenge was issued towards him. "I'm Omasu and you'll find me different from Okon, samurai boy!!!" Omasu proudly claimed. And with that, Omasu lunged forward, her hand suddenly producing one huge blanket. Utilizing it like a net, she caught the stunned Soujiro just when he was about to launch off. Trapped, Soujiro struggled as the world around him darkened. Omasu laughed evilly as she looked at Soujiro struggling to free himself. "Ohohohohohoho....that's the Oniwabanshu's Blanket of Darkness trap!!!" "No one can ever free themself from that...." and she continued laughing. Suddenly, her laughing stopped as pieces of the once blanket were shredded before her eyes. Soujiro leapt up and landed a safe distance away from Omasu, smiling politely. "Gomen ne....I've shredded your blanket....I'll remember to pay you back." Soujiro politely bowed. As he lifted his head up again, another huge blanket appeared in front of him. "Where does she get so many blanket anyway???" Soujiro thought. Again, he shredded it to pieces of cloth. Omasu wasn't one who had give up easily. Again, her supply of blanket seemed to be a lot as with every one Soujiro shreds, she managed to produce another one. Finally Soujiro leapt far away, slowly gathering his breath. "Gomen nasai, Omasu san. I'm getting tired and I think we should end now." Soujiro smilingly said. Tapping his left feet on the ground constantly, Soujiro produced his trademark boyish grin. "Shukuchi!!!!!" Sanosuke exclaimed. "Shit, she won't stand a second facing Soujiro..." Sanosuke added. Yet Kenshin seem unworried at the situation. Ever since that day, he knew Soujiro had become like him, a wandering rurouni in search of his life. Folding his arms, Kenshin proceeded to take a short nap before their encounter. With the final tapping done, Soujiro suddenly vanished into thin air. Omasu was surprised at his sudden disappearance, but then felt his presence. Her eyes widened with amazement as she couldn't believe someone could be that fast. "Shit...he's even faster than the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu.." Hiko muttered, his hands still holding on his painful groin. Yet no sword slash nor sword hum were seen nor heard. Omasu waited and waited yet Soujiro was just running wildly around her. Then suddenly, Soujiro slowed his pace and slowly revealing himself, little by little. Yet still proceeding at a speed which was very fast. Slowly running around wildly around Omasu in circles had Omasu's eyes following his movement. Soujiro had planned his move well without hurting the woman. With just appearing around her, soon her eyes will tired as her brain will be spinning around. And everything worked according to his plans as Omasu felled unto the ground. Her eyes spinning round and round. "Shimatta!!!" Misao gasped. "So I'm the last one." "Please..please let me win......I want to buy Aoshi sama a birthday present soon....." Misao stepped up unto the stage. Her hands already grasping unto the flurry of knives she was prepared to sent out towards Soujiro. Her eyes focused on Soujiro sharply. Her mind concentrating very hard on her aim. Her hand muscles tightened ready. Then suddenly Soujiro dropped to the ground. "????????" "................." "................." "........" Misao quickly ran up towards Soujiro whose eyes now were spinning in circles. It seemed running around Omasu had the same effect on Soujiro. He didn't realised it then. His brain now spinning round and round, Soujiro could not get up or hold a sword properly. Yutarou gasped in horror and Yahiko left his seat and coolly went to meet Misao. To be continue............................................. ____________________________________________________________