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chapter one of fearless: kof fanfic...unedited

Athena brought her right hand up, it was dressed tightly in a purple finger glove, and a reddish glow engulfed her figure as the hand slowly rose to her chest. She smiled, and her long purple hair draped in her face, the long strands flowing to all sides, as if she hadn't styled it in quite a while. Athena wore a tight red short sleeve shirt, and a short, but baggy purple skirt that swayed up and down when she moved. Athena pressed her purple boots that had shiny golden lining against the ground, and a few clouds of dirt rose up, but swiftly faded off into the air. Athena's gloves and her tight red short sleeve shirt were both lined with gold, and her shirt inparticular, had two golden lines running down the front. She faced across to a figure, and her eyes narrowed.
"Ugh..." The figure came from the shadow under a large three branch, and into the blinding sunlight and fell straight on its face onto the dirt. From looking down at its back, the figure looked as if it were wearing a short sleeve jean jacket, and a short sleeve white shirt under it with a hood coming out of the top. It was Sie Kensou, a member of the Psychic Warriors team that consisted of he, Athena, Bao, and Chin. Athena stepped forward and her body stopped glowing, and her skirt fluffed over her thighs as she knelt down and brought her purple clad left hand to the back of Kensou's head. Her fingers rubbed against his soft brown hair, the hair not arranged or combed in any certain direction. She ran her fingers through the ridges of the back of his head, and small strands of hair flickered to the left and right as soon as she released pressure on them.
"You have to train harder. Eating all day isn't going to help you...and neither will chasing after me..." Athena looked down with a concerned look. This look was one that had not donned her face often, and she looked a bit unnatural when she was like this. "Come on...get up." Athena had just finished a sparring session with Kensou where she had pummeled him to the ground, almost untouchable from his fighting skill. Athena had been training for the next King of Fighters, hoping to find a way to defeat the ones who had surpassed her abilities in the past. Athena had always been a fighter, but she had other things in her life now that weren't receiving the attention that it needed. It was no matter to her, for she was pushing her self to the breaking point, and now she had felt her training was over. It was time for her team partners to match up with her so they could take home next year's King of Fighters title.
"Athena...time for SAKE!" Chin came stumbling out, his green attire ruffling as the sunlight hit it from all different directions. His baggy green clothing had white lining down the middle, and white buttons that were buttoned together in the middle, and the bottom of his sleeve, and the bottom of his pants were lined with white while a rope was tied around his waist and hooked to a gourd full of sake. Chin's face was rugged, his mouth lined around with a slick white beard that was combed down to a few inches under his chin. His large white eye brows seemed to cover half of each eye, and his white messy hair was padded down and draped onto his face from his angular green hat atop of his head. As Chin opened his mouth, it was apparent that he had been missing way too many teeth; a result of fighting in King of Fighters tournaments.
"He he..." Athena's eyes shut as she let out a giggle and her head bobbed. She brought up both open palms and bent her arms, motioning that she didn't want any, and her head moved from side to side indicating the fact. Kensou stood up behind her and slammed his palm on her right shoulder and smiled.
"Yay! Sake! Maybe some dumplings too?" Kensou panted as he spoke, beads of sweat running down from his forehead. Chin nodded in content and turned around, skipping back to the small triangular abode in the center of these woods. His brown boots smacked against the ground, kicking up dust as he skipped. Bao wasn't out there because he was lieing in bed, seeming to be completely out of energy. Athena walked forward, step by step, moving her legs comfortably until she stopped at the front door, and let Kensou walk pass her to open the sliding rice paper and wooden doors. Her purple hair blew forward slightly and laid back naturally onto her shoulders and chest as her eyes widened a bit, and she stopped and said, "Is Bao alright?"
Chin, a few steps infront of the two, stopped, and both of his hands found themselves intertwined at his lower back as his head turned, and his eyes focused on Athena. "His condition hasn't differed since..." Athena's eyes widened and she recalled what had happened during their training.
"ATHENA!" Bao, dressed in a long sleeve shirt and short shorts orange attire with a ball shaped hat, stood about feet six inches tall and was standing in a low fighting stance. Athena had crossed her arms and waved them infront of her chest, letting loose a sparkling energy ball toward her tiny opponent. Bao tried to move, but couldn't, and was struck head on in the chest. The ball dug into his abdominals, and the rest of his shirt creased toward the center of his body as he was pushed straight back into the side of a hill. His clothes impacted with the dirt, and his body gave them the weight to dig into the ground. Athena swiftly dashed over, her purple boots running against the surface of the ground as she dashed to see how her partner was doing. Bao had thrown his arms up and his legs down, all four apendeges completely extended as a yellow light engulfed his body. Athena knelt and threw her right hand up above her head, her palm exposed to the energy, and kept her left fist down by her side, one knee pressing against the ground, and one foot on the other leg doing the same. A purple dome of light surrounded her just in time to shield her body from the yellow spirit energy. By the time she had released the dome and her own energy faded, Bao was passed out, embedded in the dirt, streams of blood running down every part of his exposed skin. He had used the forbidden power of the Dragon Spirit unknowingly, and was taking the punishment for it.
Athena's eyes narrowed as the memories of the distant training session had faded, and she stepped forward into their small training house. She slid both of her boots off and ran both of her hands dressed in purple gloves right through her hair, and arranged her hair to flow behind her shoulders. She bit her bottom lip, her teeth pressing against it and making it stretch back a little. Their training in solitude in the woods had been peaceful for the most part, and the King of Fighters 2003 tournament was coming up next year. Athena was determined to own the entire tournament this year with her new "special technique".

Meanwhile, K, Kula, and Whip were sitting comfortably arranged about a round wooden table in a small cafe in Osaka, Japan. K was dressed in his usual black leather and straps; a leather jacket open in the front and a black tight under shirt, and straps along the arms of the jacket as well. His pants were bound tight to his waist by a black strap, and his leather pants draped over his heavy black shoes. Both of his hands were covered in tight black finger gloves, both a small ceramic mug rubbing against the palm of his left gloved hand. Kula was dressed in a purple belly shirt, the short sleeves coming about halfway down to her elbows, and her hands were bare, one half of a bagel resting between her right index finger and thumb. Her pants were bell bottom jeans that draped over stylish white shoes with the laces tied neatly and secure. Whip's purple hair draped down in her eyes as she turned and took a sip from her ceramic mug, bringing in warm coffee between her lips. She wore a brown belly shirt and matching brown shorts that came extremely close up to her waist. Her short shorts were bound to her waist by a black belt, and her feet were dressed in dark tinted sports shoes.
"Teams of three? Like traditional K.O.F?" K inquired, his pupils running across Whip's eye lashes to her eyes.
"Yeah, and there's no secret sponsership or anything...It's actually funded by the Government of Japan. It's to make money and publicity." Whip replied, looking back, simultaneously taking another sip of her warm coffee.
"Not happening. We may watch, but I really don't want anything to do with that tournament." K spoke, his silver spiky hair arranged in a messy fashion swayed to the left as he turned to Kula, who hooked her arm around his and looked up to him with wanting eyes.

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"Come on! It'll be fun...No one's there to hurt you. K9999 and the rest of them are dead, no need to worry now." Kula smiled, showing her teeth, small red marks on each cheek lighting up from the artificial light above, on the ceiling of the cafe.
K sneered at her and rose his voice a little, saying, "My concern is not my health, those idiots were child's play to defeat. I do not like that tournament! It's a waste of time." K turned his head and watched as a tall figure walked into the door. The figure had quite a strange appearance, and K could've sworn he had seen that person before, but his eyes traveled back to Whip as he notices her breath change, and her voice rise.
"Well then, Kula and I will have to find a different partner." Whip smiled, and brought her finger to the coffee table and pressed it against with little pressure. "I thought you'd be thrilled to hone your skills against other competitors....guess I was wrong." Whip looked up, a strand of hair falling back infront of her eye.
"Yeah, you were wrong. Now, different subject." K said, looking down at his coffee cup with disappointment that his cousin and his girlfriend would have brought something that he obviously hated up. Whip and Kula both looked away from K and looked at eachother, both looking as if they were about to sigh, but their sighs were upheld when loud sirens were heard, and a few people that had tables closest to the door rushed outside.
"The parade is starting!" Whip looked up with excitement and squeeled excitedly. Her purple hair swayed out of the way of her eyes and she stood up, turning and running over to the door. Kula wrapped her other arm around K and the two stood up. Despite Kula's enthusiasm to get to the door, K slowly turned and walked, stepped beside her as she held on to him. K suddenly felt a strange breeze behind him, and turned his head, but it didn't take much of a turn to notice that tall figure that had walked into the door earlier was standing behind him.
"What do you want? Who are you?" K spoke softly, but in a stern tone.
The figure spoke back, in a low voice. "I have heard about you, and you may have seen me, but we've never met in person. Yashiro Nanakase." K's eyes widened at that voice, and that name. K instantly remembered that Yashiro Nanakase was a member of the Orochi Clan, and killed during the King of Fighters of 1997. K turned his head and leaned forward to speak into Kula's ear softly.
"Go ahead, I'll be out there, I have to step out to the restroom." K hoped that Kula would believe him, and sure enough, her arm unlatched from his and she ran forward to the door, and K spun around around in a black blur. He looked eye to eye with Yashiro, looking up a little to stare him right in the eye, and K brought both of his open hands into his pockets, and his mouth turned to a frown. Yashiro had matted down white hair that wasn't spiky or messy, but it was combed forward to where small strand of white hair were combed over his forehead. A tight black strap was latched around his neck, and infront, a large silver heart was embedded onto the front of the strap. He wore a long sleeve red shirt that was only belly high, and open in the front and on the sides with two black straps going across each opening horizontally and hooking onto silver balls that were on his red shirt. His muscular abdominals shown, and right under he wore baggy white pants bound to his waist by a black belt, and the pants draped down over his black boots. His hands were bare, but he wore a white band around each wrist, and an additonial red band over the white band on each wrist. Yashiro stood straight up, both arms draping down at his waist, one hand open, the other hand gripping around a clear plastic water bottle with a white cap. He stepped back and slowly turned around, and turned his head away from K to motion for him to follow. K looked behind him and walked forward with his hands still in his pockets, following Yashiro inbetween standing people and empty tables, to the back entrance.
Within no time, the two were standing in an alley, closed off on the sides by two large buildings, the one on the right was the café, and on the other side stood a larger department store. Infront and behind the two, the alley was closed off by cars and dumpsters, leaving the two in peace in the trash invested alleyway in the light of day. K looked over at Yashiro and stopped walking as his back was to a large dumpster, and Yashiro walked all the way across the alley and slowly turned around. "What the hell are you doing here?" K demanded to know, sliding both of his hands in his pockets, his silver hair flickering as he spoke.
"Well, that is partly what I've come to ask you, K. You know all Orochi Gods are immortal, all ones with Orochi blood besides Yagami are immortal. Once they die, their forms shift into the Orochi Space..." Yashiro spoke, both of his hands open in an explaining motion infront of his body. K interrupted and spat out.
"I know. This is common knowledge between the fighters. How the hell are you here if the space was closed up?" K turned a bit to the side and leaned back a little, revealing his left side to Yashiro while stretching out and arching his back to pop it.
"The only way the Orochi Space could have been opened is if a stronger power or collection of powers broke it open. I have come to see if the power of NESTS broke it open. It's been open for nearly six months, and I've found you, K." Yashiro pointed across at K with his right hand, his right arm extended completely.
K shook his head and smiled, thinking to himself 'why would NESTS want to unlock Orochi?'. K turned and focused his eyes on Yashiro and yelled back at him, "NESTS is dead."
"I know. You are the strongest remaining product of their experiments." Yashiro quirked a smile and tilted his head slightly.
"You think I broke the seal? You have to be kidding. I'd be breaking it just so I could seal you back up for fun. Plus, I quit fighting." K turned his head away from Yashiro and looked to the ground.
"Well, if you didn't, I'll find the next strongest product of NESTS...Kula was it?" Yashiro stood with his feet planted in the ground, his hand pointing forward.
K turned and sneered over to Yashiro, clenching his fists violently. "Go ahead! Go look for her, all you'll find is my fist!" K's skin tightened up on his face as his jaw and cheeks were clenched tightly. His leather shirt was strapped closed in the front, and his right fist was covered in that special right glove, the glove glowing a little with the energy of the kusanagi flame. The energy flickered, and flashed a bit, forcing the color of the glove to a darker crimson. His other glove was a tight black thick finger glove tight around his fist, almost lining the skin of his fist. Yashiro roses his right hand up over his head, his right hand grasping a clear water bottle, and the tip of the thumb of his hand pressed against the cap and popped it off promptly. Yashiro rose it up over his head and tilted his head back, spacing his feet apart, his white pants ruffling a bit as the bottoms of his boots slide against the surface of the pavement, causing small traces of dust to subside from his presence.



If someone reads this and likes it, I'll post the next chapter.

NeoEsZ said:

"Come on! It'll be fun...No one's there to hurt you. K9999 and the rest of them are dead, no need to worry now." Kula smiled, showing her teeth, small red marks on each cheek lighting up from the artificial light above, on the ceiling of the cafe.
K sneered at her and rose his voice a little, saying, "My concern is not my health, those idiots were child's play to defeat. I do not like that tournament! It's a waste of time." K turned his head and watched as a tall figure walked into the door. The figure had quite a strange appearance, and K could've sworn he had seen that person before, but his eyes traveled back to Whip as he notices her breath change, and her voice rise.
"Well then, Kula and I will have to find a different partner." Whip smiled, and brought her finger to the coffee table and pressed it against with little pressure. "I thought you'd be thrilled to hone your skills against other competitors....guess I was wrong." Whip looked up, a strand of hair falling back infront of her eye.
"Yeah, you were wrong. Now, different subject." K said, looking down at his coffee cup with disappointment that his cousin and his girlfriend would have brought something that he obviously hated up. Whip and Kula both looked away from K and looked at eachother, both looking as if they were about to sigh, but their sighs were upheld when loud sirens were heard, and a few people that had tables closest to the door rushed outside.
"The parade is starting!" Whip looked up with excitement and squeeled excitedly. Her purple hair swayed out of the way of her eyes and she stood up, turning and running over to the door. Kula wrapped her other arm around K and the two stood up. Despite Kula's enthusiasm to get to the door, K slowly turned and walked, stepped beside her as she held on to him. K suddenly felt a strange breeze behind him, and turned his head, but it didn't take much of a turn to notice that tall figure that had walked into the door earlier was standing behind him.
"What do you want? Who are you?" K spoke softly, but in a stern tone.
The figure spoke back, in a low voice. "I have heard about you, and you may have seen me, but we've never met in person. Yashiro Nanakase." K's eyes widened at that voice, and that name. K instantly remembered that Yashiro Nanakase was a member of the Orochi Clan, and killed during the King of Fighters of 1997. K turned his head and leaned forward to speak into Kula's ear softly.
"Go ahead, I'll be out there, I have to step out to the restroom." K hoped that Kula would believe him, and sure enough, her arm unlatched from his and she ran forward to the door, and K spun around around in a black blur. He looked eye to eye with Yashiro, looking up a little to stare him right in the eye, and K brought both of his open hands into his pockets, and his mouth turned to a frown. Yashiro had matted down white hair that wasn't spiky or messy, but it was combed forward to where small strand of white hair were combed over his forehead. A tight black strap was latched around his neck, and infront, a large silver heart was embedded onto the front of the strap. He wore a long sleeve red shirt that was only belly high, and open in the front and on the sides with two black straps going across each opening horizontally and hooking onto silver balls that were on his red shirt. His muscular abdominals shown, and right under he wore baggy white pants bound to his waist by a black belt, and the pants draped down over his black boots. His hands were bare, but he wore a white band around each wrist, and an additonial red band over the white band on each wrist. Yashiro stood straight up, both arms draping down at his waist, one hand open, the other hand gripping around a clear plastic water bottle with a white cap. He stepped back and slowly turned around, and turned his head away from K to motion for him to follow. K looked behind him and walked forward with his hands still in his pockets, following Yashiro inbetween standing people and empty tables, to the back entrance.
Within no time, the two were standing in an alley, closed off on the sides by two large buildings, the one on the right was the café, and on the other side stood a larger department store. Infront and behind the two, the alley was closed off by cars and dumpsters, leaving the two in peace in the trash invested alleyway in the light of day. K looked over at Yashiro and stopped walking as his back was to a large dumpster, and Yashiro walked all the way across the alley and slowly turned around. "What the hell are you doing here?" K demanded to know, sliding both of his hands in his pockets, his silver hair flickering as he spoke.
"Well, that is partly what I've come to ask you, K. You know all Orochi Gods are immortal, all ones with Orochi blood besides Yagami are immortal. Once they die, their forms shift into the Orochi Space..." Yashiro spoke, both of his hands open in an explaining motion infront of his body. K interrupted and spat out.
"I know. This is common knowledge between the fighters. How the hell are you here if the space was closed up?" K turned a bit to the side and leaned back a little, revealing his left side to Yashiro while stretching out and arching his back to pop it.
"The only way the Orochi Space could have been opened is if a stronger power or collection of powers broke it open. I have come to see if the power of NESTS broke it open. It's been open for nearly six months, and I've found you, K." Yashiro pointed across at K with his right hand, his right arm extended completely.
K shook his head and smiled, thinking to himself 'why would NESTS want to unlock Orochi?'. K turned and focused his eyes on Yashiro and yelled back at him, "NESTS is dead."
"I know. You are the strongest remaining product of their experiments." Yashiro quirked a smile and tilted his head slightly.
"You think I broke the seal? You have to be kidding. I'd be breaking it just so I could seal you back up for fun. Plus, I quit fighting." K turned his head away from Yashiro and looked to the ground.
"Well, if you didn't, I'll find the next strongest product of NESTS...Kula was it?" Yashiro stood with his feet planted in the ground, his hand pointing forward.
K turned and sneered over to Yashiro, clenching his fists violently. "Go ahead! Go look for her, all you'll find is my fist!" K's skin tightened up on his face as his jaw and cheeks were clenched tightly. His leather shirt was strapped closed in the front, and his right fist was covered in that special right glove, the glove glowing a little with the energy of the kusanagi flame. The energy flickered, and flashed a bit, forcing the color of the glove to a darker crimson. His other glove was a tight black thick finger glove tight around his fist, almost lining the skin of his fist. Yashiro roses his right hand up over his head, his right hand grasping a clear water bottle, and the tip of the thumb of his hand pressed against the cap and popped it off promptly. Yashiro rose it up over his head and tilted his head back, spacing his feet apart, his white pants ruffling a bit as the bottoms of his boots slide against the surface of the pavement, causing small traces of dust to subside from his presence.



If someone reads this and likes it, I'll post the next chapter.

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Holy Crap you wrote this?! This is so awesome!!!! Please you must post the next Chapter!!!!! I can't Wait!!!

Nesagwa said:

Dont trust unofficial threads.

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Best post ever

This is pretty good!!
Keep it coming!!