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Note: ::insert the "I don't own Street Fighter or King of Fighters, but this is my fic" note here:: Plus this is a yaoi/shounen-ai fic. There's nothing graphic in this chapter, but if you don't like these kinds of things, then be sensisble and don't read it. I don't feel like paying for therapy bills.
"Princess: British Knight"
By: Domino
It was another late night. While the rest of Southtown slept Geese
Howard sat at the negotiation table, his brown, pressed suit wrinkling slightly.
At his side were his usual bodyguards: two drones by the names of Ripper and
Hopper in dark suits and sunglasses, and his main bodyguard Billy Kane.
Billy hated these kinds of meetings. He had better things to do with his
spare time such as sleep or at least do that load of laundry he'd been meaning
to wash. He crossed his arms, holding his bo to his chest while he and Geese
waited for their newest prospective business partners to show up.
"Why'd they 'ave to choose such a late hour to talk?" Billy yawned while Geese
looked over the paperwork.
"The man insisted for some unknown reason. They have an... impressive arsenal
to say the least, so I'm willing to at least hear them out." Geese began to
organize the papers when there was a knock at the door.
A fire-engine red blur shot past Geese, a blur that belonged to Billy's trusted
staff. He was on guard as the door was opened by one of the other goons. Geese
growled and used his arm to have Billy lower his staff, "Stop it. Last thing
I need is to start a crime war in the middle of the night." Billy nodded and
stood back, adjusting his dark blue suit.
At first it seemed like one of the shadows standing in the doorway was
glowing violet, but then it faded as the group walked into the room. All four
shadows were men, each of different heights and nationalities. One was
obcenely tall with no hair, another wore boxing gloves, the leader had on a
cape, but the shortest one caught Billy's attention for some reason. There
was something about that long, blonde hair, mask, and razor-sharp claw that made
the Brit raise an eyebrow, but he shook those thoughts from his mind for now
as Geese rose up to greet the men. "You must be General Bison," Geese held his
hand out, "Welcome to Southtown."
Bison's hand reached out and shook Geese's, "Thank you Mr. Howard. I'm
greatful that you were able to meet with me at such an odd hour. This way
it can stay as inconspicuous as possible." The man sat down across from Geese
after his subordinates stood behind him.
"(I don't trust this man, sir. Somethin' about 'im gives me the creeps,)" Billy
leaned in and whispered to his boss.
Geese waved his hand, "(If somethin'happens, we can handle it.)"
Billy nodded and stood back behind his boss while Geese began his talks with
Bison. Billy only heard bits and pieces of the talks, mainly about high-powered
weapons and chemicals, but he focused on catching glimpes of the masked man.
"(Wot a buncha freaks....)" Billy snorted to himself, though he couldn't stop
watching the other blonde.
One hour passed.. and then two... and finally three. Geese shook
Bison's hand again and told the man he'd be in touch. Bison nodded and beckoned
for his crew. The men left, but the masked one turned back to look at Geese
along with Ripper, Hopper, and Billy. The masked man's eyes narrowed before
turning back to follow his teammates out of the room. Geese blinked and
looked over at Billy, "Wonder what his problem was..."
"I dunno, sir, but I'll be sure to pile on some extra security measures tonight.
I just don't trust that man." Billy leaned against the wall, "Trust me on this
one."
Geese yawned, "Thank you for your concern, Billy." The older man stood up and
stretched, "And I'm getting to bed. Be sure to secure the perimiter before you
go to bed, all right?"
Billy nodded, "Of course sir, but can I have the day off tomorrow? I know I'm
gonna be tired."
"How about no?"
"Fine....."
~*~
Dressed in more comfortable denim now, Billy completed his usual rounds.
He entered an old warehouse that had been long since abandonded. Geese wanted
to keep it for some reason, so Billy decided to make this his final patrol
before he went to sleep. It was almost three in the morning, and he was beat.
"(Well, at least those freaks seem to be keepin' away from us... they better
too since I'm not in the mood to deal with 'em.)" The moment he turned to
leave he saw a dark blur flash past him. He sighed hard, "(Oh bloody 'ell...)"
Billy watched the rafters carefully while keeping a steel grip on his
bo. "Come on now, ya coward.. I won't 'urt you much..." He taunted. He
walked through the warehouse, as alert as he could be on such little sleep.
It didn't take long for the shadow to swan dive at him, forcing Billy to parry
with his staff. He heard a shredding noise, and it turned out to be his jacket
sleeve. The attack was a bit too close for comfort. Billy swiped his bo in
the direction of attack, but only caught air. "FUCK!" He cursed loudly as he
tried to scan the warehouse for the one who sliced his favorite jacket. Soon
he caught a shadow in the rafters, and a silvery-white mask glinting in the
waning moonlight. "Oh, so it's you, eh?" Billy recognized the shape of the mask
from the meeting before. "You wanna play? Then let's go!" He screamed before
the shadow dove at him again, this time nailing Billy's leg with a powerful
slash. He grunted and knelt down, trying to ignore the pain. That's when he
looked up to see the masked man walking towards him, his eyes almost shining
in the badly lit warehouse. Billy was thankful that his leg was bleeding just
a little rather than gushing, so he stood up, only to find out that the man
was taller than even him. And to think this guy was the shortest of Bison's
group! "Let's see wot you got, you weirdo..." Billy grasped his staff and
rushed the other fighter.
The taller blonde flipped backward, avoiding Billy's staff easily. He
then jumped and bounced off a wall before extending his claw to stab his
opponent. Billy dodged a bit slower than he wanted to, but managed to fend off
the incoming blades. He pistoned his staff into the other fighter's mid-section,
causing him to recoil and get the wind knocked out of him. The masked man
sneered and somersaulted forward, rolling and then attempting to stab the Brit's
knees. Billy easily swept-kicked him and smacked his legs with his staff
afterwards. The Brit wasted no time as he pinned the other man to the ground,
panting profusely.
"So I'm takin' it that freak Bison sent you 'ere. Now I 'ave to ask why..?"
Billy pinned his staff against the other blonde's throat, "If you talk I
might actually let you live..."
A pair of very defiant green eyes narrowed at Billy underneath that mask,
"I am telling you nothing!" The voice caught the Brit off-guard. It sounded
very refined, with an underlying hint of pure danger. Billy chuckled, "You're
a fellow Euro too I see... I'm guessin' Spain?"
"Do not talk to me like I'm your friend, you low class scum. Now let me go
or I will shred you to pieces."
Billy scoffed, "You're a tough talker, mystery man. But It's safe for me to say
that you're gutted..." He reached for the mask, "Now to see wot the whole
disguise is for, eh..?"
The other man desperately tried to pull away, "No! You're not worthy to see my
face!"
"Cut the 'I'm to good for you' shit. You lost. Accept it," With one swift
motion Billy ripped the mask off the man's face, tossing it away. "There. Now
I can..." The sentence trailed off when Billy actually gazed upon the man's
face. His blue eyes widened as they looked up and down the arguably perfect
features. The man seemed to be a boy..? "Wot the bloody 'ell..? 'ow old are
you anyway? Twelve?" He scoffed as the Spaniard tried to get up.
"Are you done humiliating me?" The man asked gruffly.
"Well if you're still insisting on talking to me like that, I'll just take you
as my prisoner. You're lucky I'm a sucker for a pretty face, or I woulda just
killed you," Billy smiled and finally got up, making sure to keep the other man
on a short leash, so to speak. He reached for his radio and told his guards
to beef up around Geese's home, as there were assassins running loose. He then
cut transmission and walked the other fighter out of the warehouse.
~*~
"So wot's your name?" Billy asked to keep the atmosphere somewhat
pleasant as he walked his quarry back to his apartment. The Spaniard just
shot him a very dirty look and kept quiet.
Billy just shrugged, "Fine.... don't tell me. I'll just call you Princess.
How's that, eh?" He grinned as he watched the would-be assassin's frustrated
visage. Billy removed his stripped bandanna and smirked at the Spaniard,
"So Princess, wot's Bison really like?"
Still no response. Billy snorted, "Are you really that stuck up about this
whole thing? Man you need to take that rod outta your arse."
Saying that made the Spaniard hiss, "Don't use such foul language in my
presence."
"You didn't complain when I said shit earlier. Don't worry, Princess.... I
won't curse too much around you," Billy kept walking the other man all the
way to his upscale apartment. He was still wondering why the assassin made
no attempt to escape while in his custody, and that really made him quite
nervous...
"Princess: British Knight"
By: Domino
It was another late night. While the rest of Southtown slept Geese
Howard sat at the negotiation table, his brown, pressed suit wrinkling slightly.
At his side were his usual bodyguards: two drones by the names of Ripper and
Hopper in dark suits and sunglasses, and his main bodyguard Billy Kane.
Billy hated these kinds of meetings. He had better things to do with his
spare time such as sleep or at least do that load of laundry he'd been meaning
to wash. He crossed his arms, holding his bo to his chest while he and Geese
waited for their newest prospective business partners to show up.
"Why'd they 'ave to choose such a late hour to talk?" Billy yawned while Geese
looked over the paperwork.
"The man insisted for some unknown reason. They have an... impressive arsenal
to say the least, so I'm willing to at least hear them out." Geese began to
organize the papers when there was a knock at the door.
A fire-engine red blur shot past Geese, a blur that belonged to Billy's trusted
staff. He was on guard as the door was opened by one of the other goons. Geese
growled and used his arm to have Billy lower his staff, "Stop it. Last thing
I need is to start a crime war in the middle of the night." Billy nodded and
stood back, adjusting his dark blue suit.
At first it seemed like one of the shadows standing in the doorway was
glowing violet, but then it faded as the group walked into the room. All four
shadows were men, each of different heights and nationalities. One was
obcenely tall with no hair, another wore boxing gloves, the leader had on a
cape, but the shortest one caught Billy's attention for some reason. There
was something about that long, blonde hair, mask, and razor-sharp claw that made
the Brit raise an eyebrow, but he shook those thoughts from his mind for now
as Geese rose up to greet the men. "You must be General Bison," Geese held his
hand out, "Welcome to Southtown."
Bison's hand reached out and shook Geese's, "Thank you Mr. Howard. I'm
greatful that you were able to meet with me at such an odd hour. This way
it can stay as inconspicuous as possible." The man sat down across from Geese
after his subordinates stood behind him.
"(I don't trust this man, sir. Somethin' about 'im gives me the creeps,)" Billy
leaned in and whispered to his boss.
Geese waved his hand, "(If somethin'happens, we can handle it.)"
Billy nodded and stood back behind his boss while Geese began his talks with
Bison. Billy only heard bits and pieces of the talks, mainly about high-powered
weapons and chemicals, but he focused on catching glimpes of the masked man.
"(Wot a buncha freaks....)" Billy snorted to himself, though he couldn't stop
watching the other blonde.
One hour passed.. and then two... and finally three. Geese shook
Bison's hand again and told the man he'd be in touch. Bison nodded and beckoned
for his crew. The men left, but the masked one turned back to look at Geese
along with Ripper, Hopper, and Billy. The masked man's eyes narrowed before
turning back to follow his teammates out of the room. Geese blinked and
looked over at Billy, "Wonder what his problem was..."
"I dunno, sir, but I'll be sure to pile on some extra security measures tonight.
I just don't trust that man." Billy leaned against the wall, "Trust me on this
one."
Geese yawned, "Thank you for your concern, Billy." The older man stood up and
stretched, "And I'm getting to bed. Be sure to secure the perimiter before you
go to bed, all right?"
Billy nodded, "Of course sir, but can I have the day off tomorrow? I know I'm
gonna be tired."
"How about no?"
"Fine....."
~*~
Dressed in more comfortable denim now, Billy completed his usual rounds.
He entered an old warehouse that had been long since abandonded. Geese wanted
to keep it for some reason, so Billy decided to make this his final patrol
before he went to sleep. It was almost three in the morning, and he was beat.
"(Well, at least those freaks seem to be keepin' away from us... they better
too since I'm not in the mood to deal with 'em.)" The moment he turned to
leave he saw a dark blur flash past him. He sighed hard, "(Oh bloody 'ell...)"
Billy watched the rafters carefully while keeping a steel grip on his
bo. "Come on now, ya coward.. I won't 'urt you much..." He taunted. He
walked through the warehouse, as alert as he could be on such little sleep.
It didn't take long for the shadow to swan dive at him, forcing Billy to parry
with his staff. He heard a shredding noise, and it turned out to be his jacket
sleeve. The attack was a bit too close for comfort. Billy swiped his bo in
the direction of attack, but only caught air. "FUCK!" He cursed loudly as he
tried to scan the warehouse for the one who sliced his favorite jacket. Soon
he caught a shadow in the rafters, and a silvery-white mask glinting in the
waning moonlight. "Oh, so it's you, eh?" Billy recognized the shape of the mask
from the meeting before. "You wanna play? Then let's go!" He screamed before
the shadow dove at him again, this time nailing Billy's leg with a powerful
slash. He grunted and knelt down, trying to ignore the pain. That's when he
looked up to see the masked man walking towards him, his eyes almost shining
in the badly lit warehouse. Billy was thankful that his leg was bleeding just
a little rather than gushing, so he stood up, only to find out that the man
was taller than even him. And to think this guy was the shortest of Bison's
group! "Let's see wot you got, you weirdo..." Billy grasped his staff and
rushed the other fighter.
The taller blonde flipped backward, avoiding Billy's staff easily. He
then jumped and bounced off a wall before extending his claw to stab his
opponent. Billy dodged a bit slower than he wanted to, but managed to fend off
the incoming blades. He pistoned his staff into the other fighter's mid-section,
causing him to recoil and get the wind knocked out of him. The masked man
sneered and somersaulted forward, rolling and then attempting to stab the Brit's
knees. Billy easily swept-kicked him and smacked his legs with his staff
afterwards. The Brit wasted no time as he pinned the other man to the ground,
panting profusely.
"So I'm takin' it that freak Bison sent you 'ere. Now I 'ave to ask why..?"
Billy pinned his staff against the other blonde's throat, "If you talk I
might actually let you live..."
A pair of very defiant green eyes narrowed at Billy underneath that mask,
"I am telling you nothing!" The voice caught the Brit off-guard. It sounded
very refined, with an underlying hint of pure danger. Billy chuckled, "You're
a fellow Euro too I see... I'm guessin' Spain?"
"Do not talk to me like I'm your friend, you low class scum. Now let me go
or I will shred you to pieces."
Billy scoffed, "You're a tough talker, mystery man. But It's safe for me to say
that you're gutted..." He reached for the mask, "Now to see wot the whole
disguise is for, eh..?"
The other man desperately tried to pull away, "No! You're not worthy to see my
face!"
"Cut the 'I'm to good for you' shit. You lost. Accept it," With one swift
motion Billy ripped the mask off the man's face, tossing it away. "There. Now
I can..." The sentence trailed off when Billy actually gazed upon the man's
face. His blue eyes widened as they looked up and down the arguably perfect
features. The man seemed to be a boy..? "Wot the bloody 'ell..? 'ow old are
you anyway? Twelve?" He scoffed as the Spaniard tried to get up.
"Are you done humiliating me?" The man asked gruffly.
"Well if you're still insisting on talking to me like that, I'll just take you
as my prisoner. You're lucky I'm a sucker for a pretty face, or I woulda just
killed you," Billy smiled and finally got up, making sure to keep the other man
on a short leash, so to speak. He reached for his radio and told his guards
to beef up around Geese's home, as there were assassins running loose. He then
cut transmission and walked the other fighter out of the warehouse.
~*~
"So wot's your name?" Billy asked to keep the atmosphere somewhat
pleasant as he walked his quarry back to his apartment. The Spaniard just
shot him a very dirty look and kept quiet.
Billy just shrugged, "Fine.... don't tell me. I'll just call you Princess.
How's that, eh?" He grinned as he watched the would-be assassin's frustrated
visage. Billy removed his stripped bandanna and smirked at the Spaniard,
"So Princess, wot's Bison really like?"
Still no response. Billy snorted, "Are you really that stuck up about this
whole thing? Man you need to take that rod outta your arse."
Saying that made the Spaniard hiss, "Don't use such foul language in my
presence."
"You didn't complain when I said shit earlier. Don't worry, Princess.... I
won't curse too much around you," Billy kept walking the other man all the
way to his upscale apartment. He was still wondering why the assassin made
no attempt to escape while in his custody, and that really made him quite
nervous...


