** Late evening, city of Seattle, USA **

The beast growls in pain and is blinded by the immense flashing light, proceeding to be forced backward by the energy attack. The assault collides with its body and sending needles of pain shooting through it. Its skin ignites with fiery pain and the blow it takes is equal to the force of a battering ram pushing forth a heavy steel door to some remote castle in ages past.

Jason rearranges his stance and glances sideways as his “savior”, how ironic, his target has become his ally in battle, Master Xavier would have a kick if he were watching this battle now; in this fact, Jason is as sure as he’s sure the sun will rise tomorrow in the sky.

“What the h*ll is that thing doing in my back yard?” the master of the house, the world renown Ken Masters asks, his brow furrowed in both confusion and agitation, most likely not appreciating this intrusion on his property.

Jason gives him a side-glance but says nothing, this was not a time to talk, for the beast recovers quickly, its glowing green eyes glaring hatefully at the two, and at the same time with intrigue, impatience mingled with hunger, admiration mixed with deadly anticipation, and then, it moves.

Jason’s eyes narrow at the mutated thing, scanning it as it approaches. The thing was currently running forth in a quite uncommon manner, on all four limbs. The gap between Ken and Jason closed frighteningly fast as it runs like some kind of feline predator about to pounce on its prey.

It lunges forth, poised in mid air with both hands before it, the motion quite clear in its intent, bringing the prey to the ground for further mutilation at its hands; it would have to try harder than that if it surmised to stop someone like Ken Masters, the American street fighter leaping back while spinning around.

When he finishes half a circle in midair, he proceeds to extend his leg and letting it plant a sweet lover’s kiss into the beast’s face. All while Jason leaps a good amount of inches upwards, performing a somersault and landing lightly on his feet once the beast passes beneath him

The creature snarls as it absorbs the kick as it feels that Ken and Jason are a pair of troublesome insects who are buzzed around it irritably, and diving and stinging it, this would not be let to pass quietly, it would bathe in its prey’s blood, one way or another.

It finds the scent of Ken more alluring, less, superficial and spins around while sending its hand into Jason’s face, it would put this one out of action, feed then finish the mission, and it would not give up on such sweet and alluring blood. Its hand clutches Jason’s face, fingers digging into flesh, talons breaking skin and blood spilling as it squeezes.

Jason growls in frustration and pain and kicks the beast hard, making it bend some, while grasping its wrist, squeezing with all his strength and twisting it until the bone begins to crack, while kicking over and over into the beast’s abdominal area, pained sounds escaping it over and over.

The beast snarls, it would make the little pest pay, but later, food, food was near, it would deal with this one later, and with that it flings the Cyborg away, using all its immense strength, Jason being thrown a good away and crashing into the wall of the Masters’ Residence.

Jason grunts in pain upon contact against the thick layer of bricks, the momentum he carries conquering the strength of the stone, the bricks cracking and collapsing, piling over the Cyborg as it lies silently beneath them.

The collision viciously painful, to such extents does the ordeal look painful the Ken winces, and then chuckles nervously, perspiration drizzling down the side of his head, anxiety and fear at the awe striking action and pain endurance not reassuring him much, this thing was serious.

Thus, Ken lifts the notch as well stepping forth and gathering his Chi, as his eyes glow gently with the intense chi, moving forth like a shadow, his energy escaping his body and charging up his muscles and the air around him. His clothes flap, as he seems to almost materialize near the beast from how fast he carries himself toward his target.

Resolve fills him, this thing was a monster, a beast, a predator, it was a danger to him, to that strange and now, probably dead man. He would not show mercy, it was not human, thus he won’t treat it as one, he would protect his manner, his body, his family, at any price, from this mutated abomination.

“Shou…” he says and throws a Shoryuken, rising a foot or two from the ground, pushing himself up and letting his chi explode, scarlet light bathing him like a burning star from heaven invested with righteous fury.

Ken grins, “Take this you 2nd rated Alien reject!” he thinks and chuckles in content as the blow causes the beast to reel in pain as its head whips back, he immediately rolls forth to proceed and press his offensive tactic. This time unlike the last the blow stronger, more momentum behind it as he leaps higher, the blow sending the beast staggering back, while a sound of pain escapes it “Ryu…”

Ken then feels his power flush over him, shuddering with elated excitement, adrenaline and power rushing through his body, intoxicating, his eyes widening and the sense of invincibility overcoming him as his chi manifests itself in the form of fire, the oxygen being drawn around his body and then swirling as his channels it to swirl around his fist.

His eyes blind, a haze of red blinding him as he lets forth his attack ‘REPPA!” he shouts on the top of his lungs and launches himself upward, his body like a pillar of flames, feeling the delightful sound of this horrid mutated foe’s flesh of his foe burning, the bone breaking, the body crumpling to the floor lifeless

Or so he willed it to be so, for when he lands he finds things are far from what he expect, the beast is rising to its feet a few feet away, a bit shakily, its clothes partially burned and its skin ripped off some. Daunting horror fills him as he can see the fire around it dying down, a deep throaty growl of anger and hatred filling the night air as a shriek of rage escapes and it bursts into action.

Ken steps back and throws a kick at the approaching creature, hoping to push it back in time to collect his chi and finish off the little critter, it however has other plans, it leaps over his kick while it’s horrid green eyes run over him, never leaving him for a second.

Landing on its hands and legs after leaping above Ken’s snap kick that would’ve hit the side of its head, the kick whistles as it clobbers the air, the beast spinning in midair and landing near Ken, lashing out quickly with its talons, aiming to shred the pest who dared wound it.

Ken mutters a curse and sidesteps barely, the long and sharp blades missing its face barely, “F**k…” The warrior says and leaps back as the beast keeps on coming, growling at him and moving inhumanly fast, as it strikes once more, aiming to cleave into this human’s body.

Ken stumbles back and gasps in shock as the claws rip his shirt easily, proceeding to cut through the tender flesh and muscle beneath it, aiming for blood, sweet crimson nectar, the liquid which is additively intoxicating, licking a long pink tongue across it’s carnivorous teeth as it leers hungrily at the blood that spills over Ken’s body.

** Meanwhile, warehouse, secluded neighborhood at the Outskirts of NYC **

“At last warrior, you come before me to fight” the malevolent voice speaks, he turns and looks into the shadows, his brown eyes narrowing as his body tenses, he throws his bag aside and nods grimly, standing in a loose stance.

“I got your challenge, it’s time we finished this, once and for all” the man says calmly, while crossing his arms across his chest before spreading his legs and entering his stance. His eyes scans the shadows just as a vile red glow banishes the darkness, circling the body of one detested enemy, the most dangerous of them, the infamous, murderous, Raging Demon, Akuma himself.

A deep, rumbling laughter makes his skin prickle as the demon-man nods in confirmation and enters his own stance “So you are finally ready warrior. I take now you’re finally willing to kill me, after I maimed that little one you are so fond of, the little sister you didn’t have and if you lose here, ever have, eh Ryu?” he asks, a scornful grin playing on his face, long sharp teeth gleaming menacingly at the only man, he daresay is his equal.

Ryu’s eyes narrow slightly, brown glancing into bright red, hating this fiend, this monster, he almost killed Sakura, it had been a week ago, he had been on his way to the arena when he saw the emergency crew haul away Sakura, bruised, battered and broken.

He set out for find him, to make him pay once and for all for his actions. This victory he dedicates, to Gouken may her rest in peace, to Sakura let her heal fast, and to all the others who have been mutilated in Akuma’s path of battle and blood, may they be avenged “Hai, I will let you hurt no more people Gouki…” he muses coldly, “Now, let’s finish this, once and for all, Ikuwayo! (let’s go!)” Ryu shouts and bursts forward.

“As you will, Ikuzo (get ready)!” Akuma replies and a grin spreads across his face as Ryu strikes at him, the warrior’s fist flying forth, the demon easily deflects it and retaliates with a punch of his own, his fist setting course to Ryu’s chin in an upward slash.

Ryu’s head whips back as pain explodes upon the fist contact, the demon’s physical prowess not diminishing despite his age that nears 60, Ryu isn’t deterred though and steps forth regardless and pokes out his left elbow forth.

Akuma grunts and it pushed back, muscles tensing to accommodate the blow and minimize damage, his face twitching only subtly. He then bends backward and folds his body downward, in an act of grand flexibility, Ryu’s reverse roundhouse missing his face just barely.

Akuma then leaps and shifts his body backward, his foot lashing upward with his motion. Ryu lifts both hands and readily stops the attack, hands grasping Akuma’s heel and pushing him down to the ground.

The senior demon exhales as he hits the ground heavily, dust dispersing. Akuma rolls backward and rises to his feet, looking forth only to see Ryu already pressing forward, his eyes cold and full of calculated rage, a latent fire aflame within them. Akuma steps back and parries a kick aimed at his upper body; crossing both arms across his chest and letting Ryu hit him. He then notices Ryu has pushed off his and propelled himself while spinning around.

Ryu’s brows furrow as his upper knife kick misses completely, Akuma pulling his head back slightly, thus Ryu is pleased when his secondary is successful, spinning fully and slamming his heel into Akuma’s body with devastating force, the great demon forced back and being plastered against the wall.

The minute Ryu lands he already thinks of his next move, cupping his hands together and summoning his life force, letting it churn and rage on, his hands glowing in bright blue that breaks forth from his skin, wisps of chi focalizing rapidly between his palms, the energy tendrils entangling into one another and forming a sphere of crackling energy.

Akuma leans against the wall some and leaps upward, kicking off the wall and avoiding the chi which crashes into the wall, creating a nice impression against it, stone cracking and light illuminating the room and pushing the shadows back.

Ryu is left winded, the temporary feel of power and adrenaline rush fading some, strength zapped for a few seconds as his energy strains to flow through his body normally once more. Those are a few seconds too much as Akuma jumps into action literally, landing before him and attacking.

Ryu is welcomed to a world of pain as Akuma grabs his shoulder with one hand and forces him down, the demon lifting his knee and grinding it to Ryu’s Diaphragm. Ryu’s eyes shut some, pushing a heavy exhale unwillingly before Gouki pushes him back lightly, causing Ryu to stagger some steps backward.

Akuma’s eyes glimmer with amusement and content, helping Ryu step back by planting his foot into Ryu’s face with a spectacularly strong kick, the momentum and force are so intense that Ryu could swear he hear his brain rattling as he’s sent airborne, flying a foot or two back before crashing to the ground hard.

Akuma doesn’t let Ryu get up, as his foot slams into his cheek, his head snapping sideways and body slumping against the floor, coughing a surge of blood and shivering some as he battles to regain his bearing. Akuma leaps upward, wanting his revenge to be sweet.

Akuma pulls his open hand back and lets forth his chi, his eyes rampant with unholy fire, as his dark energy pulses violently, forced from his vile soul and amassing into his open palm. Ryu feels the air churning as the energy pollutes it, causing it to crackle.

Ryu’s eyes widen slightly as he looks up, purple fire reflects against his cornea as the huge fiery comet of chi, the ever-deadly Gou Zankuu approaching him with breakneck speed. Ryu at the last possible second manages to lunge ungracefully to his left and avoid the fiery blast.

Akuma grins as first as he lands, the sphere of fire descending toward his foe, his chi spreading a bone-chilling miasma in its burning heat as it crashes down to the ground and breaks the pavement of the floor, it cracking and shards spreading everywhere. Dust rises and minimizes vision some, but enough to make Akuma frown at the sight, he dodged, a shame.

Ryu rises to his feet, licking his lower lip, tasting the bitter taste of blood as it fills his mouth and floods his tongue, some nausea overcoming him shortly. His eyes narrow and his breathing hitches, body convulsing some as his power screams to be unleashed, a dark feeling trying to control him, the thirst for bitter-sweet revenge for Gouken and many peers who feel before the demon intoxicating.

Akuma stomps his foot the ground, his chi behind it, the ground rumbling slightly as it cracks under his foot, the tremor pushing the dust back a shockwave of his dark chi is dispersed. He then steps forth and leers at Ryu “You disappoint me warrior, I remember you being much more of a challenge…” he muses coldly.

Ryu bares his teeth, his brown eyes ablaze with rage, but then it dies down and shifts to something else, this time around he would use that rage to be stronger, but not in the manners of Satsu no Hado, he will not be controlled by it.

He will turn anger to strength, hatred to determination and bloodlust to resourcefulness. “You’ll have to do better than to break me down, you baka (fool/idiot), the battle has only just begun” Ryu says spitefully.

Akuma chuckles and shakes his head “So be it warrior, if you refuse to acknowledge your power, then die like the insect you are!” he says and his horrid, wretched Miasma spreads as they gain a fitting receptacle of blazing red fire that licks against Akuma’s limbs.

A small grin plays on Ryu’s lips as his own chi builds and flares to life, expanding around him like a living halo, limbs of energy swirling around him as his power is pushed forth and brought to life, subtle life energy now turning into a torrent of power.

** Elsewhere, Small coffee house, Ramat Gan, Israel **

“She should be here in any minute, since she’s already 30 minutes late…” he muses to himself, looking at his wristwatch and one of his blond eyebrows ticks slightly. He then shakes his head and muttering something incoherent that is swallowed into his cup of coffee as he takes a sip and is delighted by the soothing warmth that graves his throat.

He taps his fingers against the table, sighing heavily, remembering a time when nobody had dared make him wait, and cursing fate for his misbegotten situation. Then he looks up as a woman sits down, his blue eyes travel over her lightly and a small smile plays on his lips.

She’s simply gorgeous, tall, lithe and voluptuous she is the epitome of feminine beauty, filling in her dark red dress that compliments her too much, so tight it’s like a second skin. It covering her body but not nearly enough, leaving little for imagination, much of her slightly tanned skin, smooth and flawless, visible to him.

She shakes her head a bit and her hair, long and brown, cascades back to lie between her shoulder blades, looking at him with her deep blue eyes, mesmerizing and paralyzing him slightly, taking his breath away as only she could. “I wish you were as punctuate as you are fair, my lady,” he muses and folds his hands together.

She offers a small smile apologetic smile and shrugs her shoulders lightly “I miscalculated my way and missed an exit and was delayed in traffic, the drivers here are horrible. Hehe, I suppose I deserved that remark though, you always did have a sharp tongue, amongst other sharp things” she muses and winks, offering a small seductive smile.

He waves his hand in dismissal, “I have no time this time my fair and sweet water lily, perhaps another time, by the way, I love the new color of your hair, it compliments you even more…” he muses and takes another sip of his coffee, giving her a questioning look.

She shakes her head at his offer and then smiles widely at him, her pearly white teeth gracing him. “Thank you for the compliment, you’re so sweet…,” she muses, declining his kind offer of a cup of coffee, running a hand through her hair pushing it back, the long locks of deep brown gliding gracefully down her shoulders.

“I have a little problem I wish to be rectified,” He muses and leans forward a bit, smiling lightly, and holding one of her hands, caressing it lightly.

“I’d love to, what bothers you darling?” she asks in a smooth and soft tone, while squeezing his hand gently, smiling at him and tilting her head at him, now curious.

He leans down and whispers something into her ear, which causes a smile to play on her lips and a small chuckle to escape her lips, turning into a giggle as she leans down and looks into his eyes from up close. “You always did have the most interesting requests Gill,” she muses and encases his lips in a small, yet passionate kiss, if short.

He reciprocates her kiss when her lips touch his, then leaning down to her ear “and how much will this little favor cost me?” he whispers into her ear, before nibbling onto her earlobe teasingly, blowing into her ear, her pushing out a small inaudible moan as she suckles onto his neck a little.

She pulls back and breathes hotly against his lips, running her tongue over them while looking into his blue eyes deeply, Whispering in a quiet, sensual, deep and passionate manner “Make time for me now…I want you…I’ve missed your special touch…Bargaining later…” she whispers.

“I can’t…I have to…” he says them is silenced by a hot and passionate kiss, his brow knitting lightly as she touches him like she always did, it making desire burn within him, him always hungering for more of this fiery and deadly vixen.

“Would you cut me some slack if I did?” he asks her, pulling back from the kiss momentarily, while running one hand over her leg with a firm touch and finding his heart racing and breathing deepening some, she could always making him excited and eager, and so easily.

“No…this is one of my demands of you sexy…you should know that by now…” she whispers and pulls back, though her eyes speak of all she wants to do to him right now, passion smoldering within them and her touch over him not stopping, making him shudder and gulp down desire just barely.

“But you’ll do this for me? Yes Alexis?” he asks her, while panting lightly, brushing his hand through his long hair and hoping his body eases down, needing to stay sharp and in focus, the sly femme before him always having a way to outwit him, after getting him so worked up.

“It’s a tempting…I’ll think about it while we’re horizontal…” she muses, with a small grin, seeing him scowl, shaking his head. She chuckles inwardly, loving her ability to make even the most powerful men on the planet putty in her hands, with just her wet lips, soft voice and provocative touch.

“You always do that…” he says and exhales “For once I’d like a straight answer from you” he muses and is determined to not be toyed with, he is Gill, he is the receptacle of powers untold, he should be twisting her around his finger, not the other way around.

She leans forward, giving him a very interesting view of her cleavage, not very hidden in her deep v cut dress “You’re so cute when you’re flustered...” she whispers and taps his nose gently while smiling “I’ll do it, but only because I like you so much,” she says.

Gill nods and grins inwardly as he pays the tab and lets her lead him away, content at managing to get what he wants after all, eager for the bonus he’s getting, just wondering how much money she’ll milk from him for such a complex job.

** Back in Seattle **

Ken tries to roll aside but finds the creature pinning him under it’s arms, hot raspy pants hitting his body as tilts its head as it inspects Ken, a green light illuminating his body some as it’s eyes seem to flare up with it’s lust for his blood, his struggles to push the beast off futile.

His eyes widen more and a sense of realization of his impotence to fight this mutated thing, a sense of helplessness and weakness and worthlessness, feeling puny and small as he crushing realization lands upon his mind and soul. Now knowing without any doubt that interfering in this battle was a grave mistake, one he might not live much longer to regret.

The beast could not quench its fury, but more than that its hunger, it would take its sweet time with this one. It revels in delight over the tasteful panic that rises in its prey, it filling it with pride and elation as it looks at Ken with a look that betrays its intention.

Ken shudders as its long tongue escapes its mouth and runs against his body, licking against his wounds, a warm and nauseating sense rising in his stomach. He frantically tries to break free, but the beast keeps him in place, tasting his blood and baring its teeth more after seemingly satisfied with the flavor.

Terror, unnamed, unmatched fills Ken as he’s immobile, he had been fighting things all his life, and never, not even when he faced Bison or the threat of Akuma, had he been so paralyzed with horror and fear, and helpless to defend himself. Then the sound of shifting skin and bone makes Ken taste bile and vomit in his mouth as it rises from the depths of his stomach.

“What the f**k?!” Ken muses and thrashes violently, eyes widening as he sees its skin crack and two long insect-like limbs bursting forth from its shoulder now touching him, roaming over his bloody body and making him shiver, a disgusting ooze and liquid of its blood covering it and spreading over his wounds, the touch painful, his body burning with pain.

He pants heavily, his lungs hungering for air they do not receive, his heart thundering as adrenaline akin of fear flushes through him, as the beast continues to deform, its facial skin beginning to crack and burst open, bodily fluids of dark shade and horrid smell pouring over him.

He gasps in shock and fearful awe as two insect like jaws slither from the beast’s skull clicking at him as he notices the thing has six eyes now. To make things worse, the process was not over; its skin cracking a thick black reflective material bursts from its skin in the form of long spiky blades procuring out of many lacerations over its body, the clothing around it torn asunder by the change.

The creature then shuts its eyes and probably shudders and convulse in pain as two more insect like limbs burst from it’s ribcage, the long bloody limbs caressing his body with a cold and unsettling touch as it leans closer up until Ken can see the jaws right over him as the click over his nose.

“Food…” a deep, bone chilling escapes it, a growl, mingled with clicking and a reverberating out and hitting his face along with a hot and disgusting gush of air. Ken’s eyes shut and his body shudders with frantic pants, eyes widening and wild as screams in horror as the thing decides its snack time.

He cries in pain as the jaws lock unto his body, cleaving into his abdomen and ripping his flesh, the smell of his own blood, sweat and creature’s maw liquids making him dizzy as pain thrashes into him, his body shuddering and his screams turning deafening, as pain of inhuman levels flares through him.

Disgusting heat, biting cold, dominating fear, indescribable horror, and longing for his family mix and spin in a mad dance of death in his mind. Now frustration blooms and sense of being cheated by fate and life, and a sense of lost, of horrible vertigo hit him all at once, the world laughing around him as it seems to mock him for his weakness and defeat.

As his eyes begin to shut, but the pain doesn’t stop, times seems eternal, stagnant and unmoving, his pain never-ending. He coughs blood and his eyes shut tightly and he knows death’s scythe has finally come for him, unable to deny the soothing feeling of his life being torn away, pain beginning to dull and weaken as more blood leaks from his body and his body slumps, his breathing weak as his heartbeat slows down.

Then he feels the wretched feeling of his bowels being devoured stop and his eyes flutter weakly, faint sounds confuse him. He hears muttering, something indistinct, he can’t catch it, the sense of weakness beginning to get the better of him, but he does hear blows, something being battered and sounds of bones breaking and flesh being pounded.

He feels a sense of anticipation and at the same time horror. Could Sean have saved him? He was supposed to be arriving soon, he had to know, perhaps he could…maybe there was hope, since. It takes all his strength to just open his eyelids to see something that makes hope fill him, but at the same time horrid dread.

He sees the weird man from before, standing over the beast, fists covered with blood, clothes torn and many gashes and cuts over his body, foot on the beast and then a snapping is heard and the beast twitches as it dies, the man then turns, and Ken’s stomach, if he still had one, knots.

Red, a horrible, blank red lightly coming from the man’s eyes, a grin plastered on his face, as he walks over and kneels next to Ken “You know, I’ve seen gruesome sighs before, but this one takes the cake” he muses and deliberately jabs his finger into Ken, causing Ken to scream horribly.

“Nice touch that beast had…hmm, well I have to get going, no hard feelings Kenneth, know that you’ll do one last good thing in live, give me pointers to learn from, thanks for all your help old chap…” He says and laughs, patting his cheek with a sweet smile before he dashes off into the shadows.

Ken tries to call out after him, cursing him, hating this man, hoping he burns in hell eternally, how could this man abandon Ken like this, as he dies? And still mock him? How dare he?

It all slowly blurs away as his surroundings overcome with darkness, everything fading away and losing importance and dimension as his body slumps and his eyes shut, for the final time, death’s touch finally gaining its hold on him.

** The following morning, Maximum security prison, Nevada Desert, USA **

Ibuki is clad in her undergarments, having been doing pushups, sit-ups , jumping jacks and stretching exercises for an hour or so, a sheer layer of perspiration glistening against her skin that has received a nice tan from the morning lineups. She pushes out a heavy exhale and gets up, hopping once or twice and getting dressed in her slightly slack orange prisoner garment.

“Do you have to do that?” Mei asks flatly from her bunk, yawning and popping one eyes open, turning slightly to gaze at her cousin, Ibuki leaning against the wall and catching her breath, irritation in her eyes, a small frown on her sleepy face.

Ibuki smirks lightly and performs a small practice kata, one that consists of mostly lightning fast arm strikes of various kinds, from jabs, to uppercuts, punches to chops, her movements flowing and continuous.

“I don’t wanna lose my edge Mei, which means, I don’t want to lose my endurance and figure, muscles don’t remain firm and toned by lazing about you know…” she muses and stops, plopping down on her own bunk, folding her hands behind her head and lying against the cool wall, letting it absorb her body heat and sighing contently.

“Keeping your edge is one thing Ibuki, but waking up before dawn every morning is another. Some people in this cell want to S-L-E-E-P!” she snaps, spelling out her reason for being moody and gritting her teeth some, glaring down at her cousin, who shrugs at her, causing her to growl in frustration.

A loud buzz is heard echoing through the cellblock, deafening and audible enough to wake the dead, to which Ibuki chuckles lightly. “Time for another lineup” Ibuki muses “Better get your rear in gear Mei” Ibuki says in a singsong voice to which her cousin grumbles and begins changing as Ibuki taps on the wall lightly.

While the two had learned to get along during the couple of days of being together in the cell, and befriended one another quickly, some quirks, if minimal, remained. Mei ruffles her messy hair and then elbows Ibuki not so lightly while muttering something about annoying and stupid over energized women.

Ibuki shakes her head, curbing the wound by rubbing it lightly, stepping out of the cell, being herded by the guards, along with the many other prisoners toward the large country yard outside the living, if you call sleeping in a sardine like cell, living, quarters.

After line up, they are led to the cafeteria. After waiting in line for eternity, Ibuki finally receives her breakfast, some alien substance with a rare resemblance to scrambled eggs and some, one would not shy to say, radioactive-like porridge.

She sighs and plops down on a bench, glancing down at her orange juice, which consists of water and some orange color that is the fossil remains of what was supposed to be concentrated orange juice and then at her old and stiff loaf of bread.

Ibuki then find consolation by the fresh vegetables, she sighs and shrugs, musing that it’s better than nothing, curious to why most of the other inmates are looking at her with silence and a bit of shock.

“What? Do I have zit of something?” Ibuki wonders to herself and looks around, then looking up and seeing a tall Caucasian woman looking down at her. “Can I help you?” Ibuki asks while tilting her head a bit with a questioning look.

“You’re sitting in my place b*tch, You’re new here so I’ll let it pass, now get up” She says, scowling and glaring at Ibuki, who offers a small shrug, getting back to eating, to which people gasp. The woman as she redirects herself to stand before Ibuki, putting her tray down, and then proceeding to swat her orange juice off the table

“You don’t listen too good, do you Nip? You want a piece of me?” she asks, with a scornful smirk, to which Ibuki pauses only to chuckle lightly, causing the woman’s eyes to narrow as she moves to try and swat off her tray.

This time Ibuki reacts and accommodates her hand in mid motion, and fluidly without second thoughts twisting it in the opposite direction, causing the woman to cry out in pain, the angle in which her muscle is forced to take making her instinctively move alongside the motion, her cheek slamming to the table hard.

Ibuki munches on her scrambled eggs then swallows and leans down a bit “I can hear very well, you’re interrupting my breakfast, and I don’t care for taking your sh*t, so get lost” she muses and lets go, swatting the woman’s tray off the table and moving back to consuming her food.

The woman reels back and holds her now aching wrist, smoothing her fingers on it, the mask of rage being her face, eyes burning and teeth grit “This ain’t over Nip, you just wait…” she muses and snaps her fingers, to which 2 large other women come near her.

Ibuki looks up at her with a bored and flat look, “Look, I really wanna finish this crap, so cut me some slack gals, we can always play in 20 when it’s noon break.” She muses to which the woman from before snarls at her.

“You got yourself a challenge b*tch, I hope you like doctors, cause we’re gonna f**k you up!” she says and points at Ibuki, before motioning her girls to split, and doing so herself.

Mei sits down before her and glares at her with exasperation “I thought ninjas were supposed to be low profile” she muses quietly while toying with her food.

Ibuki shrugs “First off, I’m not a ninja anymore; I’m a convict. Second, I’m hungry and she was bothering me, third off, that woman has been giving me the crooked eye and trying to get under my skin ever since I got here and I’ve had just about enough of her sh*t” she muses.

Mei blinks and thinks a moment, making sure she got everything right, “I thought your motto was to avoid battle, and I thought you weren’t supposed to…” Mei muses with confused eyes and a furrowed brow, perplexed by her cousin, her actions going against her words.

Ibuki smirks lightly “Look. It’s not like I’m not going to kill anyone, and just because I’m usually calm and let things slide, doesn’t mean I don’t have my limits. Besides, they’ve been waiting for me to slipup for 3 days now, I’ve been listening to the murmurs of the populace here.” She says.

“You’re going to enjoy this, aren’t you?” Mei asks while frowning, to which Ibuki grins “Just a little, It’s been a while since I taught someone a lesson in manners…” she says and chuckles.

“You’re hopeless” Mei says and shakes her head, to which Ibuki shrugs and grins, snickering a bit at her younger cousin and patting her cheek lightly to cheer her up whispers something into her ear, to which Mei giggles lightly. “You’re crazy, they’ll kill you” she says.

Ibuki smirks more and taps on her nose lightly “They can try...” she muses and winks, then the two get up to clear their trays once they’re done.