Street Fighter Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ SvC: Ikari Warriors vs Shadaloo ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

PDISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters who will appear in the following piece of fanfiction. Capcom and SNK/Eolith/Playmore/WHOEVER THE HELL THEY ARE NOW own them. Got it? Good.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Since I got inspired by RaceWing, this fic is going to be much unlike my other fics: this one actually contains plot. Like, a REAL plot. Granted, the plot is just an excuse for hot fighting game girls to have sex, but it's a plot nonetheless. And the sex isn't coming for a while, so either be prepared for a real story for once, or you can wait for a few months (read: decades) for the lemon chapters to come out. Anyways, on with the show:

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Prologue

Or

A Cheap Excuse To Have My Favorite Character Be In This Fic

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Lilly hummed merrily to herself as she strode through the streets of Southtown with a bag of groceries in one hand and a short, waist-high walking stick in the other. It was a pretty thing, with a small crytal ball embedded on the gripping end, and well-made carvings along the shaft. Nevertheless, the sky was clear, the sun was shining, and the birds sang to their hearts' content. It was almost enough to make the young girl forget she was in the middle of the Earth's capital of crime. As she continued on her way home, Lilly could have sworn someone was calling her name. The voice was light and high-pitched, obviously female, with a heavy monotone, almost sounding robotic.

"Liiiilllly......"

Unable to contain her paranoia anymore, Lilly swiftly turned behind her, holding out her walking stick in front of her, much like a sword. Her eyes were greeted with three of the strangest..."men" she had ever seen. They were all horribly misshapen and poorly dressed, to say the least. While the intention behind their completely mismatching clothes was obvious enough, whether these thugs were born with such physical oddities or they had surgery in an effort to look "mean" (which was no easy task in Southtown) was far beyond Lilly. The one standing in front seemed to be the leader. He stood tall as a tower with a gut quite possibly the size of Lilly herself. His legs were oak trunks, but his arms, gripping the rustiest oversized switchblade Lilly had ever laid eyes on, were disproportionately short. As he grinned, his perfect teeth and bald head shining in the sunlight, he began to speak.

"C'mere, lil' doll..." he lulled in a fake sing-song voice while motioning for her to come over. Lilly, realizing any sort of cooperation would lead to a most unpleasant deflowering, shook her head innocently. Not to be deterred by a one-time refusal, the boss pressed on.

"Aww, c'mon...I promize it won' hurt, doll." Again, the girl shook her head, and began backing away slowly. When Lilly continued her silent resistance, the lead ruffian motioned to one of his cronies to go fetch. The lesser punk was probably at least a foot taller than his boss, but was hunched over horribly, giving him the appearance of a praying mantis. His eyes resembled that of an insect's, and his jaw hung open with a little bit of foam dripping off to the side and his tongue hanging out. Grinning like a maniac, he pulled a short chain out from his shirt, brandishing it like a whip. Lilly's first instinct was to run away, but she couldn't possibly outrun three hardened Southtown street criminals, especially not with a bag of groceries. So, as the crazed punk approached her, Lilly did the only thing a civilized young lady like her could do.

**CRACK**

The freak fell to the ground, blood gushing from a new hole in his head. Dead silence followed as the other two thugs first stared at their fallen comrade, then to the seemingly innocent girl who had just laid him out cold with a single blow from her walking stick. Not wasting any time, the other lackey unsheathed two knives and rushed in for the quick kill. Before even two steps were taken, something shot in between his eyes, dropping him just as fast as his friend. The leader blinked a few times, watching the little blondie "shoot" her walking stick at him. Had he imagined it, or did the thing divide into three parts? For a second, the gears cranked in his head, until he finally put two and two together.

"You...You...You're that Kane girl!"

Lilly blushed a little. Sure, her last name carried an aura of fear, but that was all thanks to her brother. Regardless, this kind of recognition was quite flattering. While the leader was making a break for his life, Lilly took her brother's words into consideration: "Never leave street scum be without putting an extra dent in his head." Lilly ran after him. Not without setting the groceries down first, of course. The boss was fast, but not fast enough. Using another one of her brother's signature moves, she planted her walking stick into the ground mid-run, vaulted into the air, and set her target. With a perfect ten-point landing, Lilly buried her walking stick into the bald scalp, using the thug's body itself for a cushion.

Dusting herself off and wiping her walking stick off with a cloth she carried around, Lilly merrily skipped back to her bag of groceries. She couldn't wait to tell her brother that she knocked out three guys with only three hits. As she bent over to pick up her bag, she froze again. It was the voice again.

"Liiiilllly......"

Lilly sharply stood up at the call of her name. Nothing in front of her...but she heard a sweep of wind from behind. Quickly spinning on her heel, Lilly turned around and faced her back, only to meet a character much creepier than her previous encounters.

This girl was about Lilly's height, with short orange hair. She donned a black leotard that clung to every curve of her body, covering her like a second skin. She also wore high-heeled boots, peculiar armor-like gloves, and a cute little hat that made her look like a flight attendant. What frightened Lilly the most, however, was the girl's face. It was emotionless as a rock, and her eyes had no life to them. Her robotic face moved as she began to speak.

"Come with me, Lilly." The orange haired girl's voice matched her face. It was high pitched with an almost cute resonance, but carried a clock stopping robotic tone. Lilly didn't know how to react, but began shuffling backwards, not taking her gaze off the stranger. Those three punks may have been a little off-setting, but this was just plain creepy.

"Do no resist, Lilly Kane," she said as she took a single step forward. The step was fluid and graceful, much unlike the girl's facial expression. Lilly was only even more scared now. She picked up her walking stick and held it up in front of her, holding it like a sword. The orange haired girl blinked once, and began speaking near-nonsense, apparently to nobody.

"Subject: Lilly Kane. Status: Resisting. Attempt to Subdue: Commencing." In a snap, the orange haired girl flung herself at Lilly, feet first. It was a low drill-like kick, aimed right for Lilly's legs. With little time to react, the blonde tried to dodge, but was hit square in her left knee. Lilly cried in pain, realizing this was no pushover she was fighting. It was time to reassess the situation.

As the opponent made a graceful handspring off the ground and into her fighting stance, Lilly considered her options. Running away wasn't an option anymore, as her left leg would never be able to run like this. A cry for help would only draw horny creeps who would rather watch with tightened pants than help out. To fight was the only option, but Lilly knew when she was outmatched. Before she could think any further, the blonde saw her enemy's feet shift, most likely going for another drill kick. It was time for a risky maneuver, one she hadn't quite perfected from Billy's teachings.

When girl in the black leotard shot herself like a bullet again, Lilly outstretched her arms, holding her cane at each end. Luckily enough, the kick hit it square in the middle. Feeling the momentum in her weapon, Lilly swung it the direction it was knocked, throwing one tri-section of the walking stick into her opponent's abdomen. Seeing the blow connect, Lilly then pulled the striking end of her cane back and allowed the shift in weight throw the other end into the other girl's back. She felt relief for a moment that her brother's move worked so well, but began shuffling backwards before she felt too victorious.

The leotard-clad girl did not waste a moment on the ground. She gracefully flipped back onto her feet, but assumed a military stand rather than a combative stance. Again, she spoke aloud to nothing in particular.

"Status: Minor injuries sustained. Subject: Resisting with combative force. Course of Action: Temporary retreat." And with that, the girl leaped into an alleyway, disappearing in an instant.

Lilly sighed a heavy breath of relief. So she survived today, but *temporary* retreat? That didn't sound good. However, first things first. Lilly began to walk back to her bag of groceries, but remembers the sharp pain in her left knee. Giggling to herself, she deftly switched her walking cane hand. After all, it wasn't JUST a weapon.

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"Billy, I'm ho-ome!" Lilly called out as she hung her walking stick up on the wall and made her way over to the refrigerator, trying to hide her limp as best she could. Seeing no sign of her brother, she figured he must have been outside doing the laundry. She froze in place when she heard a voice come out of nowhere; one that was deep, cold, and chilling.

"You're limping, Lilly." In response, she only gulped. Of all the times in the world, now was not one to have an overprotective brother. Especially when you had been gone for an unusual amount of time and you also have a boyfriend he doesn't exactly approve of.

"Tell me," Billy began in a low, calm voice, "IT WAS THAT HIGASHI ASSHOLE WASN'T IT?"

Lilly tried to open her mouth and defend the Muay Thai champion, but Billy began roaring again before she could start.

"I'm telling you, he is a dirty, lying, cheating, underhanded scumbag who will use and abuse you, and then throw you away like a rag doll!"

Lilly knew exactly where this was headed. Every time she was suspected of being with Joe, Lilly got this exact same speech, with the same opening comments about the rag doll. Letting her senses fade out, Lilly faced her brother, feigning the look of a reprimanded child, while nodding her head every once in a while. After what must have been a good hour or so, Lilly noticed her brother finishing up, and gave a few affirmative responses.

"Good," Billy concluded, "I'm glad we had this little talk."

As Billy was exiting the room, Lilly piped up. He turned around to acknowledge her.

"Actually..."

As Lilly began recounting her story, Billy raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Oh, THIS one was going to be rich. But as the story continued on, Billy's expression of disbelief melted away. Once she had finished her story, Lilly took a small gulp of air, knowing such an outlandish story would only land her another scolding. When she heard Billy's voice, however, it was soft and carried an undertone of worry.

"You said black leotard, right? With strange red gloves?"

Lilly nodded.

"And a hat that looked like a flight attendant's?"

Another nod.

Without a word, Billy walked out of the room. Not knowing what to do next, Lilly took the obvious course of action: She unloaded the groceries into the refrigerator. Minutes later, Billy re-entered the room with a blank expression on his face and a business suit covering his normally denim-outlined body.

"Hurry up now, we've got an appointment," he said without so much as a glance in her direction."

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"Heidern will see you now, Mr. Kane."

The Kanes got up from the couch they had been sitting on for the past few minutes. They exited the well lit and quite comfortable reception room through a pair of steel doors, into a much dimmer room with nothing but a desk, two chairs, and five intimidating figures, all dressed in military outfits. Four were standing in the back of the room, hands clasped behind their backs, as if they were statues. The fifth and most imposing of the figures was seating behind the desk. He was tall and gaunt with a face that showed years of hardened age. Atop his head sat a beret, and an eye-patch covered his left eye. He gave a grim smile and motioned for his guests to sit down.

"As a matter of urgency, let us cut to the chase, Mr. Kane. You tell me you have information of the organization `Shadaloo?'"

"Ah, yes," Billy managed to stammer. While the two had never fought each other personally, Billy had seen Heidern in action during an annual fighting tournament in which they had simultaneously participated a few years ago. Billy knew know was not the time to muck around.

"My sister was attacked by another girl. By her description, I believe her to be an agent of Shadaloo."

"I see." Heidern drummed his fingers on his desk. "And why, exactly, would YOU know of Shadaloo, Mr. Kane? Our files report that neither you nor Geese Howard should have any knowledge of them."

"There is a LOT more to Geese than your bloody files would ever know," Billy snarled defensively. Heidern gave Billy a long, apprehensive stare and decided to leave the topic of the deceased alone.

"I'll take your word for it. Now, I assume you propose to allow your sister to lend us a hand in infiltrating this organization?" Much to Lilly's surprise, Billy nodded.

"Very well then. Mr. Kane, you are dismissed. Ms. Kane, I would ask that you stay so that I may inform you of our plans as they are."

Billy's face immediately turned to shock.

"Hold the bloody phone," he interrupted. "Aren't I part of this mission or operation or whatever the bloody hell you call this thing?"

Heidern sighed inwardly. This was always the hardest part about accepting outside information. Normally Ralf and Clark would "escort" the visitor out, but Billy Kane was not the best person in the world to piss off, unless he wanted half his headquarters burned to the ground. Heidern mulled over the situation carefully until the perfect solution found its way into his mind.

"Go to Ms. Parker at the reception desk and tell her you're her to fill the vacant post here. She'll know what you're talking about."

Billy's face instantly brightened, and he triumphantly strode out of the room. The steel doors snapped shut behind him.

"Now then, Ms. Kane, I believe I should introduce you to your new bodyguards."

The four figures behind Heidern all stepped forward into the light. Immediately to Heidern's left and right were two large men. The one on the right was tall, muscular, and handsome in a quiet sort of way. He wore a blue baseball cap, a pair of sunglasses, a glove on his left hand, and a military vest with a white undershirt. From the near-dead expression on his face, Lilly could already tell he was the quiet one. The one on the left was slightly taller, and was dressed very similarly, save for the lack of a glove, made up for with a red bandana tied around his forehead. Somehow, Lilly sensed that his gaze was not quite as fixed as his partner's...and was it just her, or was he giving her a creepy stare?

To the right of the hat-man was a young girl, looking to be about Lilly's own age. Her brown hair was cut at the shoulders, and a tight brown military suit covered her from neck to knee, where her high-heeled boots took over. Her hands seemed to be gripping something behind her back, but it was obscured from sight. The brown-haired girl quickly made eye contact with Lilly, flashed a friendly smile, and returned to staring into space. On the left of the bandana-man was a taller, slightly older-looking girl. Her long blue hair was tied up into a ponytail. She wore a military style top with matching shorts, gloves, and boots. This one had a bleak stare; it was almost depressing to look at her face for too long.

"I would like you to meet Whip," Heidern said, beginning at his right, "Clark, Ralf, and Leona." On cue, all four gave a rigid salute, save for Ralf who was quite loose with his.

"The basic plan is this, Ms. Kane: We intend to use you as bait. We suspect Shadaloo will attack you again. Ralf, Clark, and Leona will be constantly watching you, hidden from sight. Whip is to accompany you undercover, as a friend of yours. The next time you are ambushed, it will be Leona's responsibility to get you to safety, Ralf and Clark's to subdue the attackers, and Whip to be `captured' by the enemy. Am I clear?"

Lilly found herself lost; Heidern spoke much too quickly and in unfamiliar language. There was only one option when a situation like this presented itself.

Lilly nodded.

"Very good. One last thing, Ms Kane. Seeing as Ralf and Clark are two of my more well known agents, I'd ask that you refer to them by their codenames, Vince and Paul. Now then, I think we are all done here. Whip, you are to change into civilian clothes immediately. Ralf, Clark, and Leona, you all know your posts. Report to me through radio every hour, on the hour."

As Lilly was leaving the room, she heard Heidern call to her once more.

"Oh, and before I forget, Ms Kane. If you ever catch Ralf giving you a look that makes you feel uncomfortable, report it to Whip. She'll take care of him."

Meanwhile...

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"Bloody hell," Billy grumbled to himself as he scrubbed a uniform with his bare hands, "Those blokes are lucky it was their washing machine that was broken..."

TO BE CONTINUED

FINAL AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wow, I never thought I would actually finish this. I guess these things kind of come in spurts (pun not intended). Anyways...feedback is always welcome, flames are always laughed at, and I'm always open to requests.