Dedicated to Terry-chan!
All thanks to Sammy and SNK for games like GGX and KOF2000 which make us naughty fanfic writers pair up their absolutely cute guys like…no, wait a minute…the pairings are secret… XD
Ah well, sit back, enjoy.


Miburo.

The winds were frigid, yet somewhat comforting, as tresses of its gentle breeze tousled his blond hair. Aureate strands flagged generously behind, creating streams of golden silk so amiable that the beholder would be tempted to touch.

His ruptured crimson vest bloodied the moonlight and its soft splendour. Peeling his cap off, he sighed voraciously. Earlier as he trudged through the lazy evening boulevard, he had an unavoidable brawl with a particularly long-nailed, short-tempered, bosom friend. And the ninja was a she.

	“Trust me to help Andy with Mai…”

	After a seemingly endless walk, he finally reached grounds where plateaus of emerald stretched out, lacing the earth with its verdant resonance. The terrain had a spectacular panorama of dusk, and its resplendent luminescence, each complimenting the other. Sedges trimmed the plains, soft as tissue; their gentle blades leaning towards the delicate bask of moonlight. Sapphire skies splashed its glory across the scenery, studded generously with glitter. A heavy sigh settled into the ether, along with the dull thud of a tote bag.

Groaning, he grasped his left shoulder, kneading a sore joint. After selecting a commodious-looking grassy spot, he thumped butt-first on his temporary home and proceeded to nurse some mean injuries, particularly those caused by blazing fans and oversized busts. He took a luxurious stretch and regretted almost immediately.

	“Argh!”

Every move he made had ached. And with every ache, he winced. He started ranting in bursts of colourful potpourri, that activity making him feel somehow half as miserable as he thought he initially was. When finished, however, the young man experienced slight abasement, for he saw a clutter of young rabbits cowering their maltreated ears as close to their backs as possible. Being a compassionate soul at heart, he apologised graciously, surrendering the rest of his dinner as an offering of peace. The curious things fluffed closer, noses twitching, uncertain with this new intruder. Then again, the succulent tomatoes off the sandwich were so enticing; the bunnies’ stomachs gave in, paying to heed to their mother’s grave warnings of creatures as cunning and as devious as humans.

	“Yo! Terry!”

	Hearing his name, the man’s azure eyes swiveled to the caller’s direction, body stilled, so as not to appall the rabbits. Cobalt met crimson ones, a fast; yet powerful battle. A flash of recognition, and Terry acknowledged the intruder’s presence with a trademark grin.

	“How’s your training?”

	The youth nodded enthusiastically, his immediate reaction confirmed Terry’s casual assumptions. He had a short rush of paler blond hair, and like Terry’s; were soft as satin. Throwing himself onto the waves of grass beside the older man, he returned Terry’s grin with a similar one of his own.

	“Fun!”

	“That’s good…OW OW OW ROCK! What’cha doing?”

	The boy burst into fits of laughter, immensely enjoying himself with prodding into Terry’s injuries. Alarmed at the blatant sounds, the bunnies sprung off in a hurry; determined never to step close to a noisy human ever again in their little lives, even if those rowdy beings were so kind as to offer delicious morsels of tomatoes. He noted the sudden scurry of fluff, and gave the older man a rueful shrug.

	“Had a fight with Mai?”

	Terry blushed furiously, then let out a hearty laugh. 

	“Oh shut up…I had to stop her from scratching Andy to bits, don’t I?”

	“True, true…”

	Rock chuckled while handing a neatly wrapped parcel to Terry. The older man accepted smoothly, and gave the chestnut-coloured box a strange glance. He sniffed in a mock fastidious fashion, then threw a cheekily suspicious mien.

	“Rock Howard, you trying to poison me?”

	“Heavens, no.”

	“Then what is this gook in the box?”

	“Food.”

	“YOU CALL THIS FOOD?”

	“And very delicious at that. I made it myself.”

	“Ah, I see. You’re unintentionally trying to poison me.”

	“HEY!”

	The youth laughed as he lunged a half-hearted fist to box Terry’s stupid grin off his face. Terry parried with the ease of a proficient martial artist, and returned Rock’s knuckles with a deft one of his own, stopping only a hair’s width from the target. Stunned, Rock sat paralysed for a brief moment before cocking his head to one side, then issuing a boyish grin.

~Next Chapter~