"Dancing in the Flames"

        The characters of King of Fighters are the property of SNK.

                     A Fanfic By: J. Random Fanboy


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     I guess I'm the invisible woman.  I'm the person the world forgets
about when they see my fianc,.  He's asleep right now, in our bed.  I
can hear his soft snoring and I know the peaceful expression on his
face.  During the day, he acts like the world is weighing down on his
shoulders.
     It was especially bad after his trip up north to Hokkaidou.  He
came back with a lost look in his eyes.  He was despondent, almost
catatonic at times.  He stared blankly through graduation, as if he
wasn't really there.
     What did he see up north, in the land his powers were born in?
     What monsters are screaming in his mind?
     I moved into his family's estate after graduation.  I know I
probably will never see university now, but I don't mind.  The interest
from the family holdings will keep us among the idle rich for the rest
of our lives.  As he always says, 'What does a warrior need to know of
work?'
     What nightmares he had of that last fight...
     The moon is lovely tonight.  I gaze out over the ocean at the
waves..  The moon gleams so eerily off the water.  I could stand here al
night, the feel of the wind on my body and the gleam of the moon in my
eyes.  What use is there in that?
     I climb back into bed and lay down next to my future husband.  His
face seems to relax a bit more when I join him in bed.  Did he know I
was gone on some primal level?
     I study his face.
     His features are angular.  Even in his sleep he looks like a man
destined to lead others.  He has an odd aura about him that seems to
demand attention.  The odd, reddish birthmark on his forehead.  I'd
heard about it before, but it wasn't until I moved in and became his
lover that I saw it...  A flaming sun, branded by a quirk of body
chemistry into the center of his forehead.
     He is a man of extremes, fiery temper, inspired passion, and icy
depressions...  Though he puts the forward front of being careless to
the world, I see behind it all.  He's a man trapped by his own destiny. 
He can't escape his fate no matter how hard he tires.
     He'll never live a normal life.
     I suppose I won't either, married to a lug like him.
     I smile at the thought.  Sure, he's a lug, but he's *my* lug..
     His name is Kusanagi Kyo.  He is the Dragonslayer.
     Soon I will be Kusanagi Yuki.  Though the world will remember me
as simply 'Yuki.'  Perhaps it is best that I remember almost anonymous. 
The flames that illuminate his dance to the world are far too bright for
anyone else to bear.

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Author's Afterword...

     This story came to me in a sudden rush.  I've always thought it odd 
that one of the more popular fighting game characters around was 
designed to be an idol of sorts for Japanese girls, yet he was already 
involved in a relationship.  Sometimes I wonder what poor Yuki thinks 
about her poor boyfriend's life...  I suddnely got this image of Yuki 
looking out over the ocean from a window and ran with it.  Hope you 
liked it ^_^

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