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“I don’t know if King of Fighters level exactly, but that wouldn’t be a terrible idea either~ Shingo should get better by the next tournament too, so maybe we could put the old team back together! It’d definitely be nostalgic for the kid too, I’m sure.” While fighting with Kyo and Goro had its own charms and highlights, in a way, he felt similar to the grumpy boy here. They knew each other really well and worked well together. Perhaps too well sometimes, given their combined experience with the weird and normal parts of the tournament. Benimaru had been part of eight winning teams after all. Six of those times being with those two. Not that he minded winning, not in the slightest! 

But as a hero, you should struggle more for dramatic effect, no? He chuckled quietly to himself at that train of thought. Besides, a chance to go against his fiery friend to finally get that fateful rematch wouldn’t be something he’d turn down, no sir.

While he jokingly considered the idea of being turned into a cyborg, as soon as he gave it even a little bit more thought, he recoiled, face going a little pale. “Not the worst idea, as a last ditch effort... But at the same time, I’d rather my beauty be au naturel. Getting cut open on some lab table somewhere also isn’t anywhere near my bucket list. Besides, I don’t think my smaller frame could hold all the necessary robotics. I also don’t want to cramp on Maxima’s style, y’know. He’s pretty unique with that right now~”

“I’m actually fairly surprised I managed to cram all this stuff into here. It’s a mystery even to me.” he mentioned, shrugging a bit. Now that he was digging in the bag, the model fished out a pair of heart shaped sunglasses. Upon noticing K’s slightly, dare he say it, tsundere behavior, the model’s smile grew wide, trying to hold back some laughter. “You sure you don’t need some sunscreen~? Given that tinge on your face, you seem to have been here for a while.”

“So… what, you trying to tell me you wanna partner up again for whenever the next KoF rolls around, or something?” He wasn’t as opposed to the idea as he thought he’d be, surprisingly. Working with Maxima and Kula - sometimes Whip, too - was good and all, but it was also… rather stagnant. They all knew how each other operated - strengths and weaknesses, as well as their fighting styles - to a T, which made them formidable to go up against in terms of team synergy alone. But that same familiarity also led to some rather boring training (when he could be bothered to join in, that is). It was difficult to one-up one another when you were intimately familiar with each others’ tactics and habits. So maybe a change of sparring partners would be good… It’d stop him from being bored, if nothing else. “Because I actually wouldn’t mind that. Just keep that prick Kyo out of it, or I’m out.” That asshole was stupidly good at grinding his gears. To the point that even a sideways smug look or a single obnoxious comment from him would get K’s temper flaring. He didn’t have to prove anything to Kyo. But at the same time, he wanted - needed - to prove that he was his own person; that he was more than a pale, incomplete, imitation of the guy. If not to the world - to the people who kept bringing it up and rubbing it in from time to time - then to himself, at least. K’ quickly shook himself out of that rapidly declining train of thought. He’d come out here to relax and temporarily forget his problems, not dwell on them more.

He allowed a sardonic grin creep onto his face at the Fountain of Youth comment, quietly determined to keep this rare good mood going for as long as possible. “Heh. Well, if you keep having no luck, you could always take a page out of Maxima’s book; trade in the meatsuit for some tech,” he suggested. “That’ll keep the wrinkles at bay. For a little while, at least. Going through customs becomes a pain in the ass, though.” Trips through airports were almost always punctuated by shrieking metal detectors. Unless Maxima hacked them to keep quiet long enough to pass by and be on his merry way, that is. And that was only one annoyance of many that the big guy’s body presented. Useful as it was, the drawbacks just didn’t seem worth it to K’. And probably not to Benimaru either, but this was just teasing banter - not a legitimate suggestion - anyways.

Oh boy. Here came the expected theatrics. Another palpable eyeroll was eyeroll’d. And damn, that was a petty hefty looking bag he was dragging over… Had he seriously been toting that thing around town and up and down the beach up until now? Yeesh, talk about being being prepared in the excess. “Idiot…” K’ grumbled. Pointedly turned his head away to scowl at the other side of the beach whilst the model made himself comfy. And was that just the sun, or did his cheeks look a smidge pink with faint embarrassment? “I just didn’t wanna hear you complaining, was all.”

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sorry for ignoring this blog, I’m gonna do my best to at least try to get something out here, maybe. hopefully someday soon

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Silly K’, you may have looked, presentable, at best, to the model’s higher standards, but you could be doing so much better. Then again, it was kind of hard to compete with him. The way he washed, the after-wash care and everything, it was kind of like a ritual at this point. All the different products, half of them going into his hair, would be enough to bury lesser men. But he always had his head above the waves! Whatever the broody boy did was only a fracture of what Benimaru did. The difference in their view of taking care of one’s appearance was obviously going to be pretty drastic.

“There’s always ways to improve~ Just like with fighting, the possibilities are endless really.” Maybe those would be some words that he’d understand. K’ seemed to love a good fight as much as the next competitor. Although he realized a bit of his mistake now, seeing how angrily the other kept reacting all throughout. He really had to keep his eye on the kid to make sure that his fashion team would be alright.

“It would be impossible, yes. However~! You have me, the best in the business, to teach you the ropes. With me as your mentor, you’ll be sweeping women off their feet across the nation in no time~ Heck, maybe some fans would finally cool your anger for once.” The model smiled, hoping that their co-operation would go smoothly. “By the way, that gauntlet isn’t coming off I presume?”

K’s brisk stride faltered, resulting in him falling behind briefly until he lengthened his pace to catch back up to the older man. Him, a model? Seriously? “…….. You’re joking, right?” The look he shot Benimaru was some strange mixture of annoyed and flabbergasted. Somebody had smacked the model upside the head hard enough to rattle his brains, surely. Because why else would he think K’ of all people would be cut out for modelling, let alone even want to do it in the first place? There was a defensive edge to his tone as he added, “And the hell’s that ‘sposed to mean? I look fine!” He’d showered just this morning, so he was squeaky clean! And his clothes - which were the exact same ones he’d worn yesterday - weren’t all that dirty, considering he hadn’t done anything more strenuous than shuffling away from naps on the couch to grab snacks or use the bathroom. They weren’t stinky, just kind of wrinkled. Admittedly, he hadn’t really been bothered to wash his hair the past couple of days, resulting in a bit of greasiness… But at least the perpetual bags under his eyes were less noticeable than usual due to a random bout of a couple of night’s worth of decent, mostly uninterrupted, sleep. Overall, he thought he looked okay enough for a regular day out. He definitely didn’t look his best, sure, but he certainly didn’t look his worst. Now that would’ve been a nightmare to look at. Nevermind the fact he didn’t actually care to bolster his atrocious social skills. He was more than content to stay quiet, and stick to communicating strictly with people he knew and could tolerate if he could help it, thanks very much. “Could you seriously not have asked me for a less annoying favour?” Like sparring partners, for instance, which he would’ve been totally fine with. He jabbed his gauntleted finger at the agency building, indicating the image of the model that was quite possibly Benimaru…. maybe. “I mean… I don’t even know the first thing about this shit!”

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This was a tough business, really. Modelling wasn’t as easy as some people thought it was, seeing that they only saw the pretty and glamorous side. So when one of Benimaru’s usual modelling partner for duo shots called in sick, the agency was in a bit of a pickle. It was considerate of her to not come in, due to the risk of getting everyone in the studio sick. It was hard to find a replacement on such short notice so they asked the model if he knew anyone who could do it. He considered asking Kyo, but knew that he’d probably get a resounding no. Who else was available that he knew...

A bolt of inspiration hit the blond as he rushed out of the building, exclaiming that a replacement will be on the way. He knew just who to turn to, considering that he still had some favours to cash in. Maybe it could even help the person he was thinking of~

The model expected some resistance to his request, but not so rude. Almost getting hit in the face with a door wouldn’t have looked good on photo. But then again, that’s what makeup was for. He wouldn’t just leave it at a simple no, trying to stop K’ from simply brushing him off. Maxima showing up also helped in getting the broody guy out of the apartment. He had to make sure to thank the cyborg sometime later!

“I’m taking you to my agency. We need a temporary replacement for a shoot and you’ll do just fine~ Your dark, broody and somewhat exotic looks could be just what we need to make this set perfect! And it doesn’t hurt for you to learn to take care of your appearance either. Might be good for your social skills too~”

K’ had had… a premonition, of sorts, when he woke up this morning. Some sort of mild sense of foreboding. It’d plagued him for a good couple of hours, bugging the hell out of him, until somebody started knocking on the apartment door. At which point the foreboding intensified. They didn’t get visitors often, and rarely was it somebody outside of the tight-knit little family circle of people he knew and kept in regular contact with. So when Benimaru’s grinning face greeted him on the other side of the door, asking for a favour, K’ had slammed the door in his face. Or tried to, anyhow. The model had jammed his foot in before he could complete the action. He’d looked smug about it. And become smugger still when Maxima noted their guest and cheerfully booted him out of the apartment, thereby forcing him to comply with whatever request it was that the model required his assistance with. Assholes. Both of them. Presently, Benimaru was leading him towards a massive white building. The top floors were more window than wall, and the lower floors had massive posters of beautiful people plastered to them for all to see. One of them looked like it might be Benimaru, but K’ wasn’t entirely sure. “All right,” he sighed, finally breaking the seething silence he’d held for the entire walk. “I’ll bite. Where the hell are you taking me and what’s this favour you’re ringing in?” @electrostxtic

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“I also understand the importance of working with new people, with different people. It’d do you good as well if, for example, we were to work together more~ Maybe help you get some better social skills.” Once again, his slightly sarcastic yet caring remarks were followed by a charming smile, hopefully enough to melt any ice still between them (or the hearts of fans around the world~). “Now that you’re saying it back to me, it does make me sound much older then I am. But what can you do, I haven’t discovered the fountain of youth yet.” Though, in a way, he would stay young due to his side-job. His youthful beauty forever captured in magazines, posters and the like. Strange, wasn’t it? Life’s small technicalities and wonders...

“Well, I have to be loud to get through to my teammates~ Never expected that I’d become the level-headed calmer one of the team, considering that we have Daimon Sensei with us. Kyo and him can get quite into the fighting sometimes, as you might remember.” The model could also get into the fight sometimes, but no need to mention that right now. Self-awareness wasn’t always a strength.

As expected, Benimaru made a bit of a show out of it, sighing heavily, falling to his knees. “This is but one loss of many... But your kind words have soothed some of the horrible pain. Thank you~” He couldn’t have had a bigger grin on his face. He had a flair for the dramatic, it came with the profession. “So you really do care. It’s nice to know. But your worry is slightly misplaced, I always come prepared~” As he said that, he grabbed his rather hefty bag from a bit further away. It was a bit awkward to lug around town, but it was also good training! Besides, you never knew what you needed at the beach, so it was better to have a little bit of everything. Taking out the umbrella that poked out of the bag, he jammed it into the sand below, before setting his towel down under it. Finally, time for some good R&R.

“Why give me shit for it in the first place then? Geez,” K’ huffed. Not so much annoyed as he was mildly exasperated. A snort followed on the heels of his huff, the arch of a silver brow accompanying the noise. “And ‘glory days’, really? That makes you sound like a fossil.” His curiosity was faintly piqued though. Benimaru had been to more KoF tournaments than he had; must’ve been attending them at least a handful of years before their partnership in ‘99… What kinds of weird shit had he seen back then? Because from first-hand experience, these tournaments always had some form of weird BS going on throughout the duration they were hosted. Maybe he’d ask the guy sometime… Another snort. This time accompanied by an upwards twitch of his lips into a tiny, lopsided grin. Little by little, he was starting to come out of his shell; slowly allowing himself feel at ease. It seemed Benimaru’s charms and sunny disposition were making some headway in parting the thorny barricade K’ kept himself constantly wrapped up in. Despite this, his humour remained dry, sarcastic and still slightly barbed. There wasn’t all there much actual bite to it. Mostly. It was just easier for him to express himself that way, and it wasn’t something he was going to grow out of anytime soon. “Yeah, cuz you’re noisy. It’d be hard not to.” Despite the sunglasses, K’s massive eye roll towards Benimaru’s reason for being here was palpable. Of course he was chasing women. Should’ve figured that from the start. “Sorry for your loss.” Not really. And it was obvious from the dryness of his tone. Taking note of the model’s faint discomfort under the sun’s glaring rays, he added, only slightly easing up on the dryness, “Well, I guess make yourself comfy then, Romeo. Since you don’t look like you’re leaving anytime soon.” He flicked a lazy hand at the surrounding sand as an open invitation for Benimaru to lay his stuff down wherever. Welcome to Casa del K’: Home Away From Home edition. “If you get thirsty, or whatever, there’s a store up over the dunes.” He jerked a thumb behind him, indicating the general direction. He pushed his sunglasses higher up his nose, then stretched a little, before relaxing back into his comfortable recline. A sudden thought hit K’, so as an afterthought, he added, “… Pretty sure they sell umbrellas, too.” Which was his gruff and awkward attempt to show some care and kindness. Because he was pretty sure models needed to look after their skin; to keep it free of blemishes, or something?

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“Trust me, I believe that as much as the next guy, after all, it’s the reason why we keep bringing the good old team back if we’re apart for a little bit. To relive our glory days and whatnot.” To be honest, he’d never expected to make these lifelong friends from a tournament. It all still felt kind of surreal at times. Everything that had gone down, it was like some crazy fever dream at times. Even if it was, the blond didn’t really want to wake up from it.

It was interesting that they were such polar opposites; K’ being as charming as a ill-tempered bulldog while Benimaru was a complete social butterfly. Of course, if you could shoulder the brunt of his abrasive attitude, you’d see an echo of something different. Maybe this was just a defense mechanism? To, ironically, keep him from getting burned? It didn’t do the model well to linger on that idea right now, it wasn’t his place to pry or ask. He had to go back to their slightly playful conversation.

“I know my voice is hard to not listen to~ Thanks for noticing.” he added, winking. The Sun was still high in the sky, beating down on him. Maybe it was time to bust out his beach gear as well, seeing that he probably wouldn’t be going anywhere, not for some time at least.

“Well... If you must know,” the fighter spoke, pausing a bit for dramatic effect (that and he anticipated some more ridicule and who knows what kind of reaction), “I was tricked by some charming vixens who said they’d meet up with me here. You’re not as good of a catch but I suppose I’ll have to make do~” The comment was followed by a hearty chuckle.

“Nothing wrong with familiarity,” he mumbled. More power to Benimaru for being able to work together well with a myriad of different people; that was a skill of its own really, K’ would grant him that. But it was much, much harder for him to do the same. He was too prickly and too distrusting. And had a tendency to do things on his own without really consulting with people, almost like he expected them to know what he was doing and follow along with his silent plans seamlessly. Very much not a good team player. There was also the fact that he had the charisma level and social aptitude of a rock. Despite that last point, his lips twitched up into a wry smirk at the playful jab, immediately able to tell it was just that: playful. It seemed what little time they’d spent in each others’ company previously wasn’t entirely in vain. Surprisingly enough, K’ responded with some friendly enough ribbing of his own. “I should’ve. Would’ve given me an excuse to keep napping while you two flapped gums at each other. Not that I’d get much sleep listening to you both, though.” There was a hum of vague interest at the mention of clashing plans. K’ himself never really had to deal with that with his own teammates, since they didn’t have much going on in their lives now that the NESTS Cartel was long gone. Aside from Kula regularly coming and going with her guardians, it was only really Whip whose schedule didn’t always mesh with his own. She had her responsibilities to Heidern’s unit, whereas K’ didn’t really have anything going on between KoF tournaments. … Aside from half-hearted, always fruitless, attempts to rummage through long-abandoned NESTS bases for answers to his lost past, anyways. And Maxima no longer had a normal life to return to, seeing as he’d given it up completely to become the hulking cyborg he was to this day. Not that he seemed to much mind being a full-time babysitter. “I see…” K’ said. His head tilted towards Benimaru, a silver brow arching slightly at the model. “And what plans would those be? Because knowing you, I’m sure they didn’t involve you sitting way out here where almost nobody’s around to see you peacocking around.”

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a-beast-of-prey replied to your post 

Ignore the fact I'm rocking up here a million years late lol, but the way I see it... if several veins of flame and Psycho powers can be hereditary in-universe, I don't think Beni's own electrokinesis being some sort of genetic trait or something would be too far a stretch. Hell, there's probably lots of other power types we haven't even seen yet! :0}}

I mean, yea, that was kinda one of my ideas too. But who knows. Just, SNK please, gimme something.

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                Shocking indeed she bounced up and down around him, “ That’s. so. awesome! I’ve never met someone so cool before ever in my entire life! I’m so jealous! “ she stopped in her tracks to see if there was any type of weapon attached to his hands to spark up his electricity powers. To her dismay he didn’t see anything like that, however she still wondered how he was able to summon electricity so easily.

“Please, Sakura, you’re going to end up spoiling me like this~” A bit of a lie, to make him seem more humble then he actually was. It felt good to be complimented like this.

He noticed her prying looks, to which he even took his gloves off, just to show that there was no sleight of hand or anything involved. “See? No tricks up my sleeve, I’m the real deal!” the model boasted, sending visible static throughout his entire body for another demonstration. He loved showing off like this.

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did he stick a fork in a plug

I’d like to think that he didn’t but who knows what this guy would do if he was attention starved

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                          “ Oh it’s nothing! I bet you hear these kinda things all the time “ she smiled in return. Confused she blinked abruptly to his hairstyle change. How was he able to change his hairdo in a matter of seconds nevertheless he looked even more aesthetically pleasing with it down.

“ H-how were you able to do that? I mean you look even cooler with your hair down like this! “

“You’d be surprised at how many angry and sour people I know, so I don’t hear it as often as I’d like to~”

“How, huh?” the model asked, hypothetically of course. This seemed like the right time and place to try showing off a little. He thrived when he was admired, so it was only natural.

He’d made electric words before, but he had to prepare a bit. Benimaru visualized the result, gathered up the necessary static, only to spell out the word ‘talent’ in big, crackling letters behind him.

“Shocking, no?” he chuckled. “Lots of trial and error and training would be the right way to explain it, but that would have been a pain to illustrate in the same way~”

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The more I think about what Benimaru’s powers are exactly, the more questions I get. Is it something hereditary related to his parents? Did he train to control electricity? Did he gain it through some other means during his life? The training option is probably the most likely but I’m still curious as to what the actual reason is.

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                     Starry-eyed Sakura began to clap. Such raw natural talent, how could she be in the presence of such greatness? “ A model and a fighter? How do you do both all at the same time? “ she pondered a bit knowing she’s gotten some nasty bruises and cuts in the past. 

“ U-um my name is Sakura Kasugano it’s an honor to meet you! I bet being both must be pretty stressful “ she bowed respectfully.

“It’s not as hard as it sounds~ I usually do it off-tournaments, so it never really gets too hectic or stressful. They give me enough space thanks to the fact that I am a  representative of the country.” he explained, smiling all the way through. Her reactions were so good and pure, it was as if she was a long-time fan!

The model realized that his hair was all shocked up still. He did come out of training just a bit ago, so he collected the static out of his hair, letting it fall down again.

“Your kind words are too much, Sakura~”

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                     “ I’m sure it must be hard to always keep up with the trends, and always pick something nice to wear everyday “ she perked up at his positive response to the nickname she made for him. Sakura did wonder if his hair was some kinda of trend she didn’t understand. Fashion was weird, and she could never understand it even if it means her life was on the line.

“ Are you a model or something? Maybe like a fashion designer? “ she seemed hyped no matter what his answer maybe. 

“Your first guess is right on the money~!” he exclaimed, striking a dramatic pose. “Although, it’s rather more of a side job. I’m mainly a fighter, you see. Proud representative of Team Japan.”

“The name’s Benimaru Nikaido, nice to meet you~ And you are?”

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“Fashion guy, huh? I like the sound of that, sounds a bit like a superhero name~” he smiled. Little nicknames like that were always nice, and seeing that someone else was noticing his keen sense for fashion was always a delight. “Although, I’m rather surprised that I keep running into people who don’t recognize me. Then again, that’s the life of someone with so many different styles, you can’t expect everyone to keep up with it all~”

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                   “ Oh it’s you again! Fashion guy! You’re looking great! “ she had to admit she was a bit of the jealous type when it came to people being up to date with fashion. She certainly tried her best to look cute, but it was always far too much trouble to go out of her way with how she looked. 

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Crowded, huh? The model paused to think... K’ and Maxima just kept to each other most times, which made it seem that these guests were there for Kula, which was in reality the most obvious answer really. He did remember seeing two women around the girl sometimes. So perhaps those people were who K’ tried to avoid.

“Using my own quips against me I see. If you haven’t noticed, I’ve had more tournaments away from my usual teammates then you~ Kind of surprised that you didn’t drag your cyborg friend here with you. Though, then again, he is much better at socializing then you are.” he added jokingly. If K’ knew Benimaru at all, it would be obvious that these were just little jabs, nothing serious. And while the time they’d spent together was kind of short, he’d hoped it was worth something in the end!

“Besides, I showed up here totally accidentally. I have plans that the other two wouldn’t agree to.” Seeing as Daimon already had a kid and Kyo had a girlfriend, they wouldn’t need to accompany him on his flirtatious romps. That, and it would be a bit awkward for the blond anyways. Although they were good friends and complimented each other well, they all just kinda lived their own lives after each tournament. Sure, they’d hang out every now and again, itching to fight together again, these moments ended up being somewhat rare. What with Benimaru’s modelling career, Daimon being a mentor of his own dojo and Kyo’s inability to finish school. At least he tried~

To K’s dismay, Benimaru had opted to keep him company instead of moving on. And he was already making himself comfortable. Forced socialisation… The horror. He mentally steeled himself for the stream of chatter that was sure to come since, unlike himself, that was something the blonde was fond of. After pushing his sunglasses back into place, K’ flopped back against his towel, using an arm to keep his head propped up, figuring he may as well get comfy.

“No. But the apartment was getting crowded, so I wanted some time to myself.”

Because Kula’s guardians had decided to show up unannounced and stay the night. And his relationship with the giant women was strained at best. They always acted so… uppity. Smugly superior, even. Probably because of their former high standing within NESTS’ ranks, and his own role as a lowly field agent. Diana was the worst of the two, in this regard. Though Foxy always looked down her nose at him like he was a particularly disgusting roach she’d very much like to skewer with her rapier. Usually if he so much as looked or breathed in Kula’s direction in a way she apparently mustn’t’ve liked. K’ grimaced. … Yeah. He was staying the hell out of there for as much of the day as possible. Even if he did feel kinda bad for leaving Maxima - whose relationship with the pair was only marginally better - all by his lonesome to deal with them.

“And? How about you? Figured your buddies would be joined at the hip with you, as usual.” Not that he was complaining, mind you. Kyo’s presence would’ve irritated the hell out of him, so K’ was glad of his absence, at least.

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Ah, summer. It was such a nice time of year~ The beaches, the babes, the fashion. It was a great time for him to relax. All these strange happenings that had gone on for years did start to slowly chip away at him, after all. There was only so much that modelling could help him forget about, and any other distractions. Fighting was in his blood and being practically bound to Kyo at this point helped get him into these situations. He wouldn’t have it any other way though.

After following some co-ordinates he was given by some charming women he’d seen in town (sadly, seems like they played him for a bit of a fool), as he ended up at a desolate beach. At first, he sighed, chalking up another loss in love for himself. This called for a change of plans!

Instead of moping around, he hyped himself up to his usual self, making his hair stand upwards with his static. The beach was a great place to train, after all. If he worked up too much sweat, he could always go for a quick swim and continue on! He couldn’t let himself get rusty, after all. He needed to win that hypothetical rematch. About an hour or so later, he felt like a swim, letting his hair fall down again. It would be unfortunate if he were to shock anything that was in the water. Just as he was about to head there, he noticed another person on the beach. Maybe he was too caught up with his new goal to notice, but he recognized that hair colour right away! Definitely not someone he was expecting to see in such a place.

He walked up to his former teammate, already cracking his usual grin. “Glad to see that you haven’t changed in the slightest~” Benimaru chuckled, sitting down on the sand next to K’. “So, what are you doing here all by your lonesome? Usually you’re not too far off from your buddies. Don’t tell me you guys are fighting~”

Contrary to demeanour and appearance both, K’ enjoyed the beach. Something about it - the atmosphere, or the salt water scent, perhaps - put him at ease; a rarity, given how high-strung he tended to be at any given time. However, opportunities to go were sparse. There was always something happening that prevented him from relaxing and soaking up some sun: KoF tournaments, collaborative missions alongside the Ikari squad, and life in general being hectic. The last point he attributed to be mostly Kula’s fault. She was the one always getting them mixed up in something annoying, after all.

Stretched out on a towel on a semi-remote strip of sand, K’ was starting to drift off into a nap. The warmth of the sun, gentle lapping of waves, and cool, salt-scented breeze were doing wonders in lulling him towards sleep. He’d always wondered about that; why it was that the beach soothed him the way it did. There was always some memory or another relating to it lurking at the fringes of his consciousness, trying to make itself known. He could never quite grasp them though. If they didn’t shy away on their own or slip away upon waking, he himself usually suppressed them. It was his mind’s way of protecting itself, he’d been told by Maxima and Whip both, and that with time and patience, the memories would come back to him. A sensible assessment, but one that didn’t make him feel any less frustrated.

He was right on the cusp of remembering something (At least he thought he was; what else could little hands doing plowing… something… small through the sand mean, otherwise?), before his doze was interrupted. K’ twitched at the shadow blocking the sun. Blinked blearily a few times behind his shades before setting his sights on the interloper. He wasn’t really sure who he’d been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t his one-time KoF teammate. He rolled his neck, the vertebrae releasing a couple of satisfying clicks, to wake himself up better. He then pulled his shades down a fraction to flash Benimaru a mildly annoyed look.

“There a reason you’re blocking my sun?”

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Takes a good long look at him, " You have a cool looking hairstyle and a unique look that I've never seen before! " gently gives him a thumbs up.

“Glad to see that people can still appreciate all the effort this takes. Thank you~”