Chapter 3 : King of Fighters 97


Crowds of young boys and girls are already gathering outside a stadium. 
Yells and cheers
seems overwhelming as the crowd grows bigger and bigger by the minute.
"Yashiro, Shermie, Chris!!!"
"Yashiro, Shermie, Chris!!!"
"Yashiro, Shermie, Chris!!!"

As each name are yelled, the raging teens can't wait to see their idol 
band performing on 
stage for the first time. Today, a sellout concert by Nakinase band is 
scheduled by popular
demand. The members consists of Yashiro - lead singer and guitarist, 
Shermie - keyboards,
backup vocals and Shris the youngest at drum and backup vocal. They are 
the Nakinase
band, an upcoming popular band to storm the youths of Japan.

Inside the dressing rooms of the upcoming stars, the trio prepares to 
meet their fans on stage
for the first time.

"I just can't wait to get on stage." giggled Chris as he hops around 
gleefully in joy.

"Me too..." a sexy voice replied from one of the changing rooms. After a 
while, out came a tall
and sexy woman. Fully dressed in purple with a tight top and high minis, 
showing her long 
and slender legs and her full figure.

Over the dressing table, a stunned Yashiro, with is jaws dropped 
couldn't believe what he's 
seeing.

"You......er....you loook wonderful, Shermie."

"Thank you very much, Yashiro-kun" a seemingly blushing Shermie reply 
shyly.

Chris noticing that both of his band mates ignoring him, sulks in a 
corner. With a "Hmrrppph"
he sat down looking quite angry. Quickly, both Shermie and Yashiro's 
attention return to him. 
Immediatedly Chris jumped up with joy, showing them he's very eager to 
go on stage. Yet 
one might not have noticed that a small sense of envy hiding within him.

Outside the stadium, just before the crowd, a lonely twisted soul lurks 
slowly towards the 
ever still growing crowd. Spotting a black jacket with a maroon pants, 
he looked out of league 
with the young fashionable crowd. Taking one of his hands slowly out of 
his pocket, one could 
notice the large veins and twisted fingers on it as he brushes his red 
hair aside. With a 
maniacal grin, bits of purple flames starts forming around his 
fingertips. Unnoticed of the 
terror amongst them,the crowd still await the coming of their idols.

"Are you both ready yet? I'm ready long time ago." sulks Chris 
impatiently.

"OK!!" both Yashiro and Shermie exclaimed simulteneously. With that, 
Yashiro could only 
come out with a boyish smile while bits of red slowly envelopes the fair 
white skin of 
Shermie's face.

*BANG*

A security came rushing in. Blood were seen on his body and face as he 
gasped for breath.
A fearful look in his face is all it  needs to startled the trio. Within 
an instance of reaching the 
dressing room, the guard fainted out of bloodloss. 

Yashiro and Shermie quickly rushes towards his aid as Chris rushes out 
to see the commotion. 

"Chris!!! Wait!!!" yelled Yashiro but Chris was already long gone. 

Looking at the guard, Yashiro felt for a pulse and to his horror found 
that it was too late to 
save the guard. With anger slowly building inside him, he wanted to meet 
the one who did 
this and teach him a lesson. Only the charming looks of Shermie were 
able to calm the 
temperamental Yashiro. Both gave a nod to each other, as though 
communicating psychicly,
agrees to rush out to check.

Reaching the gates of the stadium, not far stands Chris. This time, the 
naiveness and joyful 
appearance was gone, instead, a look of fear and confusion replaces the 
expression on the 
young Chris. From far, Yashiro could see Chris already in tears, ran 
faster. Looking into the 
where the crowd were, now only lies a humongous graveyard of burning 
corpses all engulfed 
in a flame of purple. Shermie quickly hugs the crying Chris, knowing 
that this is too much for 
the eyes of Chris, held Chris in her arms tightly. 

Among the hazy purplish smoke, stood a figure. One hand covered with 
blood as the other 
holding the deadly purple flames, waiting for someone. Noticing the trio 
not far in front of him,
a sense of satisfaction overcame him as it seems that the trio is his 
target. Grinning evilly,
he let out a hellish scream, as he unleashes the flame residing within 
his palm. The flames
as though locked unto the trio seeks them out by rushing straight for 
them. As it reaches the 
vicinity of where Yashiro is standing, he summoned up his will and with 
a yell disperses the
incoming flame into nothingness.

As he recovers from his exertion of his inner will, the butcher was 
nowhere to be seen. It is as 
though he was there just to check them out. Controlling his anger, 
Yashiro gritted his teeth as
he slams his clenched fists unto a nearby wall shattering it into debris 
in an instance. 
Shermie, with a great look of concern tries to comfort Yashiro. Between 
Yashiro's breath, one 
could hear him say the name, "IORI YAGAMI"

End of The chapter 3
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Characters
Yashiro : Band leader of Nakinase. With punkish white hair and strong 
build. He harbors 
interest in Shermie as well. As now, he may seem very powerful to have 
negated the purple 
flame swith just his will alone.

Shermie : Yashiro's love interest. She's sexy and voluptous. She is also 
as mysterious as 
Yashiro where her calmness during the massacre may show that she might 
even be gifted.

Chris : The youngest of the band who is ever optimistic and happy about 
everything. As for 
now, he is just a small kid who might be infatuated with Yashiro. This 
is because of Yashiro been 
taking care of him since young and he feels a special bond with his so 
called big-brother.

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