hair and red spandex pants.... One
look would make one think they
were looking at a some pop musician.
But this man gives credence to the
saying that you can't judge a book
by its cover. There's something more
to him than meets the eye.
Even in his drenched clothes, the
man's eyes glare fiercely. Just what
are his eyes, gleaming with a magical
light, gazing upon...?
The man stops abruptly before a giant
"...And the regular entrants for King
of Fighters '97 are as follows."
The man begins to leave. But the
contents of the broadcast thereafter
make him stop in his tracks.
"...The for the Japanese team, Kyo Kusanagi, Benimaru
Nikaido, and Goro Daimon are slated to enter. Iori
Yagami is also scheduled to enter as a seeded competitor...."
The man laughs when his own name is read.
"Heh, heh, Kagura. So this is all her work.... And Kyo...once
again you plan to enter this silly tournament...?"
Muttering this, the man takes his leave.
Strong feelings of hate seize the man's soul. A hate
that almost assumes the quality of pleasure throbs
in his body.
Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate....
Hate. Hate. Hate....
The man begins to moan.
From somewhere the sound of laughter filters into the
"Who is it...?"
"Iori...It seems you still cannot defeat Kyo...Hoo, hoo,
Out of the darkness float a pair of glowing eyes.
"Hmph, so it's you?"
All of a sudden, the presence appears at the man's
feet and squirms. There are two women. Unfamiliar faces.
Strangely, the two women crawl naked along the ground.
And their slippery movements resemble those of serpents.
"Hoo, hoo, you've outlived your time...."
"Hoo, hoo...if that's all you're capable of, Kyo will
most certainly defeat you...."
He unleashes his "Exorcism" move. The blue flames,
however, pass through the two without effect.
"Whoo, hooo, hoo...Iori...we'll meet again...you know where...you
The woman disappear into the darkness along with their
"Whoo, hoo, hoo, Kyo! Thanks to you I'm seeing monsters
The man lets out a scream.
The man rises from his bed.
The man looks around. There is nothing in the room.
Yes, there is nothing else but his bed in this room.
It's the usual vacant room, containing nothing....
"...A dream...Wah, gaaack!"
The man coughs. He looks at the hand he brought to
his mouth, and notices blood spattered on his palm.
Not wishing to trouble himself with wiping it off,
the man simply lies back down on the bed. He then looks
up at the dirty ceiling above him.
"Hmph, Kyo, you and our destiny...who will be the first
A pale smile comes over the man's lips.
Woo-hah, hah, hah! Kyo! Your voice! Your face! More
than anyone! More than anyone in the world! The thing
I hate most of all is you! Kyo! My only desire! My
only desire is your defeat!!! Hah, hah, hah!!!"
The man laughs.
The pathetic laughter fills the room and continues