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Fading Blossom in the Sand	By : Mina-chan95 Category: +G through L > King of Fighters Views: 23 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story was made for fun and definitely NOT for making profit or money out of it. Trust me, Mina only sees writing as a hobby and her passion. More important, I do NOT own King of Fighters.

Chapter List
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Okay, it seems that back to this project. So, first of all - Thank You for 300 hits for this project!!! surely, without your support and patience, I would may abandoned this project after chapter 6 (cos originally planned this as one-shot and not multiple chapter thingy xD, but then the urge to spice up and wanting to see how Yagami would gonna deal with Kyo, who has a bucket of traumas. Yeah, just wanted some hurt/comfort scene like how Yagami was dealing with Kyo after escaping from NESTS, which I may never see aside doujin side) And thus, *sigh* as for project, I needed some time to think what to do with it, but now thanks for Elfen Lied and discovered Rockman X/Zero series fan-made songs by Cyril the Wolf (please, check his YT channel for good covers!) got inspiration and direction what to do with this project. Once again, sci-fi is still my weak point, so, please, forgive me for clumsiness and let me know where need to improve - -''''. Anyway, as always, enjoy!
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Update(2024/04/05):
Okay!~ and while I'm another writer-block, I've decided to rewrite this chapter as well.
And, yeah, somehow revisiting this work and now seeing more often kyoxiori retweets on my timeline even kinda wants me to knock into the probably already locked door. On the other hand, I understand that perhaps my presence may be not needed. After all, I've already brought one person into this fandom, so, now, I can partially rest in peace.
Tho, I still have unfinished WIPs... *sigh* you know, rn I'm still run out of ideas what to write for this fandom 'cos, basically, I have tried everything what I wanted or felt what was missing. But who knows, maybe someday, the best inspiration may come out of blue on the next blue moon.
Either way,
as always,
Enjoy!~
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It’s too bright, even with his closed eyes.
Finally, the white blinding light and the buzzing noise around the brunette wake him slowly from his long slumber.
Was it all only a terrible nightmare? Maybe he is resting in the healing capsule in the medical unit after another mission. Perhaps so…
Maybe he’ll wake up when the lid of the capsule is lifted. Kyo wonders.
A second later, he hears the voices in the distance. Yet, he cannot understand a single word of what these people are saying.
At that moment, the brunette feels like his head is filled with cotton and gradually aches.
What the hell happened? He thinks to himself with his eyes shut down.
However, he cannot move a single muscle. Soon, he realizes that his hands, chest, torso, and legs are tied up while multiple electrical pads are attached to his body.
But for now, while he groans, he slowly opens his eyes.
The first thing that Kyo notices is that behind the glass of the capsule, he is in a white room, and a single or a couple of people wearing medical coats are passing by.
Suddenly, Kusanagi’s self-awareness wakes up as well.
That is not the Headquarters of the Resistance Force! So, what in the world happened, and where is he? How long did he lose his consciousness? More importantly, what happened to Shingo? Is he still alive? Many questions like this attack Kyo’s mind while his heartbeat becomes quick and deeply breathing.
However, the sudden steaming noise of the opening capsule nearly startles the brunette.
As the lid lifts and white smoke surrounds the capsule, Kyo can only hear multiple footsteps and see vague figures approaching.
Apparently, one of them is the senior scientist who scolds someone. “You clumsy fool! What the hell have you done?!”
“I-I’m so sorry, sir! I-I just wanted to check his status.” The middle-aged man replies in a whimpering voice.
Yet, the other person scolds this pathetic man. “Sorry do not cut it when you’ll be eaten alive by worms! We barely managed to find another specimen, and you fucking broke the seal! You better pray that he would be still alive or else…”
As soon as the smoke is gone, Kyo sees he is in the laboratory or, at least, in one of the testing rooms.
On the left side of the room, a few large monitors are displaying black screens with constantly changing green digital data, body maps, and other information. A couple of scientists are monitoring these changes despite the noise in the room.
Meanwhile, the brunette is tensed by being the center of these scientists’ attention.
However, as the steel door opens, a stunning blonde woman with long hair, glasses, and a white lab coat enters, drawing everyone’s attention to the right side of the room.
Even despite her serious face and keeping her hands in her medical coat pockets, her graceful approach is intimidating.
Lastly, the same fool that has broken the seal fearfully cries. “Doctor Makishima!”
Meanwhile, the blonde doctor fixes her glasses and gets close to the capsule.
But for now, while she observes Kyo with her cold, piercing gaze, she asks. “How is he?”
As one scientist studies the monitor, he immediately responds. “Blood pressure - 142/80 mm/Hg, pulse - 90 times per minute, oxygen saturation - 98%. No other particular changes after the forced awakening.”
“Very well.” Makishima replies.
A moment later, she turns to the same person and speaks in a calm, malicious tone. “I hope you haven’t planned anything, Mr. White. However, next time, you should be more careful with our precious testing subjects because it’s difficult finding ones…”
After a brief pause, she adds. “It was nice working with you. Take care.”
When she snaps her fingers, a couple of soldiers wearing black suits and shiny armor helmets covering their faces enter the room.
Definitely, they aren’t from the Imperial Army. But they probably aren’t against them.
Lastly, these men take the pathetically screaming and begging White through the door.
After the automatic door shuts, Makishima addresses Kyo in a calm tone. “Oh my, you poor thing. How do you feel?”
However, Kusanagi refuses to say anything and only silently stares at her like a cornered, wounded animal.
Meanwhile, the blonde doctor comments. “You are still recovering after the shock, aren’t you? In any case, since you woke up, we can progress further.”
One of Makishima’s assistants, who appears to be in his forties, approaches the capsule and helps her remove the electrode pads from the brunette’s body.
Surely, being treated like a testing animal disgusts Kyo. However, no matter how hard he struggles, the straps around his body are too tight.
“You are sure a pretty lively fellow. It cannot be helped…” the blonde comments as she cracks a mocking smile.
While she grips Kusanagi’s elbow and makes sure that the vein on the inner side is exposed and staying still, she turns her head and addresses her assistant. “You know what to do.”
After this man leaves, he returns with the syringe filled with transparent liquid and removes air.
After he leans toward the brunette’s arm, he cleans the injection spot with a wet piece of cotton.
For sure, the stench of the alcohol only makes Kyo sick and turn his head away.
No matter how hard he tries to fight back, the tip of the needle already enters the blood vessel, and a cold liquid runs inside him.
What the hell is happening to his body? The brunette starts stressing as he slowly loses control over his body.
After Makishima and her assistant withdraw, they wait silently for a minute while observing their test subject.
Soon, the blonde doctor orders the group of scientists. “It’s safe to untie him now. Take him to the isolation unit.”
As these men untie one by one strap, she stares at Kyo like a viper on its prey.
Once the brunette is released from his restraints, he is dragged out of the capsule.
Unfortunately for him, along with feeling the cold, he can see himself, and it’s enough for him to turn his head away and lower it.
Right now, Kyo bites his lower lip as a burning sense of shame fills his head upon realizing that he is sleeping without wearing anything in this capsule.
First, his pride was stripped away in such a degenerated way on that abandoned ship.
Then, he is someone’s tool that is too weak to resist. For sure, it only builds the rising rage inside the brunette.
As Kyo raises his head and indignantly stares at the blonde scientist.
Yet, Makishima is unaffected by such intimidation and addresses him in a strict tone. “You do not need to look at us like that. We are not interested in capturing sex slaves. As long as you cooperate with us, we grant you safety.”
A second later, the assistant asks in a formal tone. “Should we put a tracker on him? Or should we send him straight to the room?”
The blonde only explains in a serious tone. “There is no need to rush. Let him rest for a while.”
In the end, Makishima and the group of scientists follow her while Kyo is taken to his destination.
An hour has passed, and the brunette reaches a long white corridor, in which each room door has an open view that reminds him of a prison cell - the main door is made from thick glass, and everything inside is very well visible.
However, the supposed-to-be residents of the cells are not moving at all or barely show any signs of vitality.
As if they lost the reason to live, and now they are nothing more than soulless bodies that are forced to exist. Even the air outside is soaked in despair and gloominess with shattered hopes and dreams.
Soon, the people who drag Kyo stop walking upon seeing that near one of the room doors, two scientists are chatting while waiting for someone.
One of them is a young man in the second half of his twenties with a light silver fluffy hair that can be mistaken for the platinum ones. Yet, it’s difficult to tell what kind of gaze he gives behind his glasses. Even if his full name is covered, there is a visible name ‘Kurama’ written on his ID card that rests on his coat’s pocket.
But at the moment, he seemed to be calmly explaining something to his assistant while keeping his hand in the medical coat’s pocket.
This person is a woman in her early twenties with long brown hair and a fringe that covers her eyes.
However, her stance is the opposite of Kurama’s. Instead of keeping her hands in her coat’s pockets and being more relaxed, she holds them closely while hugging a folder with important documents while fixating her adoring gaze on her precious professor.
Although she hasn’t an ID card, the brunette has a surgical scar on her throat and a black electric choker.
That’s right, it is one of the older artifacts before the Great War that was used to fix the prisoners’ behavior. After all, one wrong move, and it can send a high-voltage shock or trigger unimaginable pain and suffering to the wearer.
Unfortunately, during the war, this device got into the wrong hands. Thus, to this very day, it is used as a perfect tool for human trafficking and slavery.
But for now, Makishima’s voice draws this couple’s attention. “Professor, I brought you a new resident and you should have already received the sent data. Without a further ado, I’m entrusting him to you for a while.”
However, when Kyo slowly lifts his head, Kurama briefly widens his eyes and softens his gloomy gaze.
A second later, he fixes his glasses and replies while keeping his poker face. “Understood.”
After the silver-haired male turns his head, he asks his subordinate in a calmer tone. “Nemu, could you help me to get this poor thing into his room?”
When the long-haired brunette handles the documents to Kurama, she nods and approaches Kyo.
Once this woman kneels and takes Kusanagi’s arm, she throws him over her shoulder and stands up. Thus, she returns to Kurama’s side as if it is nothing.
As the silver-haired professor ruffles Nemu’s hair, Makishima explains to him. “Starting today and the following week, he stays here before he is ready to be transferred to another sector.”
Lastly, the blonde doctor and her assistants leave the isolation unit.
After Kurama enters the correct code on the panel, the glass door opens, and this couple brings Kyo to his new room.
Apparently, it’s a white minimalistic room where everything from bed to shower is in the same depressing color and soaked in the scent of the fresh sanitizer.
However, the same glass door from the inside is not transparent, and one cannot see what is happening outside.
After Kusanagi is lying on the bed, Kurama addresses him while keeping his serious face. “When you feel better, you can put these clothes on, which are left for you. I suggest you not to try anything funny unless you want your little friend to die.”
For sure, the last part alerts the brunette and freezes him in the same spot.
Could it be that Shingo is somewhere around here and alive? Or is it just a bluff? Whatever it is, he needs to know and see by himself.
However, just before he opens his mouth, Kurama and his assistant are about to leave.
Lastly, the silver-haired male fixes his glasses and adds. “After a couple of hours, you’ll get dinner and then you’re free to do whatever you want all night.”
Thus, as the automatic door shuts down, Kyo is left alone with many unanswered questions.
A good hour has passed. The drug’s effect is finally gone, and Kusanagi can move his body.
After sitting on the bed, the brunette quickly inspects his surroundings and notices something under the pillow.
So, these are supposed to be his new clothes, huh? Well, at least it is better than nothing. Kyo wonders, as he puts them on.
Even having a simple white t-shirt with a white cross with thin black corners, underwear, and matching color pants relieves him and, finally, lets him have some dignity back.
But for now, he needs to wait until tomorrow. Maybe then Kyo will find out what happened to Shingo. Or so Kyo decides as he lowers his head and sighs.
A new day has begun.
However, the sudden beeping sound against his forehead wakes up the brunette.
More so, the sensation of something pressing his finger drives away all his remaining sleepiness.
As Kyo groans and opens his eyes, he immediately panics upon noticing this Kurama person sitting next to him.
As the brunette tries to withdraw, the silver-haired professor frowns and speaks in a calm, ice-cold voice. “Stay still. I do not wish you any harm for you.”
After Kurama turns his gaze towards his subordinate, he politely asks her. “Nemu, can you prepare me everything for taking blood samples?”
When the professor finishes checking the temperature, blood pressure, and oximetry measurements, he focuses on checking for better veins in Kusanagi’s arms.
Of course, Kyo dislikes being touched by this man and wants to beat a living shit out of him.
However, he understands he cannot put Shingo’s life at risk again. After all, he wants to believe that the junior soldier didn’t die in vain just because of him.
Meanwhile, the silver-haired male only smiles when he finds such a good vein.
Thus, without saying a word, Nemu picks a tourniquet from a small suitcase and passes it to her adored person, who wraps it above Kyo’s elbow.
After Kurama stretches his palm, this woman gives him alcohol swabs, and he cleans the injection spot in the circling movement while enjoying himself.
When he gets a needle and testing tubes, the silver-haired male aims a needle at the thirty-degree angle and slowly inserts it into a vein.
For sure, even such a simple thing as getting inside the vein makes Kurama briefly chuckle, and without hiding his excitement, he asks his subordinate without removing his eyes from the injection spot. “Maybe I should allow you to do this… Please pass me the tubes.”
The long-haired brunette acts as if she is programmed to follow this man’s instructions, and she gives him a few testing tubes.
While the crimson dark blood fills the tube, Kurama adds in a nearly singing voice. “Look at this, Nemu~ Such fine veins… as if they are made for the injections. Next time, I’ll definitely let you try to do it by yourself.”
After this tube is full, Kurama switches to another tube and eventually to the last one.
When the professor finishes the procedure, he removes the tourniquet, and after he places the cotton on the needle, he suddenly removes the needle.
As he presses the small cotton ball against the injection spot with his fingers, the silver-haired male addresses Kusanagi. “Hold it for a couple of minutes, Kusanagi-kun.”
Suddenly, Kyo indignantly asks while keeping his demanding eyes on him. “How do you know my name?!”
While Kurama gently shakes the testing tubes, he replies in a sweet and innocent tone. “Oh my… So, don’t you remember how you called this boy’s name before he crashed into a wall?”
After this scientist stands, the light reflects on his glasses, and he adds. “I’ve seen the sent data of the security cameras. While your friend was still conscious and abandoned, you did seem having a good time behind the door.”
That’s it! He cannot allow to be insulted any longer. Kyo decides, as he lowers his head and grinds his teeth.
Suddenly, Kusanagi launches a punch into the professor’s face.
Despite that, Kurama manages to hold tightly testing tubes in his hand, and after a harsh hit, he places his palm on the stinging cheek.
However, as Kyo roughly breathes, he receives a powerful strike from Nemu into his guts.
For sure, despite her delicate and frail look, this long-haired brunette’s punch makes her opponent fall and twist his face in pain.
For now, all Kyo can do is stare at this inhumanly strong woman.
Even behind her bangs, her gaze alone warns that if she wanted, she would have killed him on the same spot.
After Nemu withdraws her hard, she checks on her precious professor and places her palm on his.
Meanwhile, Kurama only gently smiles and reassures her. “Nemu, I’m fine. The samples don’t look ruined. So, can you send them to the doctor for me? The rest of the data is written on the paper.”
While Nemu takes away the samples and gathers the remaining equipment into a small black suitcase, she hears a silent thank you before nodding and rushing through the door.
When they are left alone, Kurama addresses Kyo in a cold and strict tone while fixing his glasses. “You know, that Shingo boy was in worse condition than you. His life depends on you - one wrong step, and somebody may trip over the wire and unplug his life-support machine. I suggest you behave yourself tomorrow. Otherwise, you will receive a video clip of his last moments… I’m leaving you alone to think about your behavior.”
In the end, the silver-haired male bids farewell before taking his leave.
Thus, as he promised, neither the professor nor his assistant showed up for the day.
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