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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.

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Okay, once again returning with another lil chapter ^^ This time accidentally listening Last Blade OSTs/ASTs got into more melancholic mood and thus that ending part of this chapter happened xD (you can't convince me otherwise that even NEST Kyo didn't felt the same) So, surely, next chapter won't be so merciful for Kyo and it should reveal a truth about ye boi (so, what did Mina prepared for this precious sunshine son aka Shingo? Mmm, let's see...) So, as usual, enjoy!
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Update(2024/04/29):
Alright!~ while my heart and mind are still restless, without being able to find peace, I've decided to revisit this chapter as well.
Anyway,
As always,
Enjoy!~
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A couple of days have passed. However, there are no signs of that professor or his assistant. Not even a single spirit has bothered showing up to check on Kyo.
Right now, even the slightest noise from outside alerts him and makes him anxious. More so, the black circles under his eyes are proof of the brunette’s sleepless nights, and his growing hunger slowly weakens him.
Despite that, he knows he cannot give up and has to figure out how to escape this place. But for now, while Kyo lies on the bed, he curls into a ball and closes his eyes.
Suddenly, the opening door makes him sit up and raise his guard.
Apparently, it’s the same familiar couple of scientists. More so, this Nemu person holds a tray with food and drinks.
Meanwhile, Kurama addresses the brunette in his usual calm manner. “How are you feeling? I hope you managed to calm down.”
After he chuckles, he adds. “My, you don’t have to give me such a look. Anyway, I figured out that you want something. Here. You need to regain your strength.”
When the silver-haired professor’s assistant approaches Kyo and the food tray next to him, he frowns and straightforwardly asks. “How is Shingo? If anything bad happened to him, I’ll make sure that all sickos like you won’t recover! Even you cowardly hiding behind this woman won’t save you!”
Instead of being intimidated by Kusanagi, Kurama only sighs.
After he swooshes his hair, he comments. “You sure are as energetic as the last time. I wonder how long you are going to keep acting like this. Well, as for that boy… No changes aside from him saying a few words during his sleep. He sure cares about you, Kusanagi-kun. Poor little guy... But I’ve heard someone mentioning that after a day or two, his life support might be discontinued. Unless…”
After he fixes his glasses, he adds with sensible malice in his voice. “I could try to over-talk doctor Makishima and make her reconsider her decision, but if only you are willing to cooperate with us. Don’t worry, as soon as your little friend recovers, we will erase his memory and release him. There is no use in him. On the other hand, you seem to show a high potential.”
Lastly, Kurama closes his eyes and smiles. “So, from now on, let’s get along.”
Meanwhile, Nemu silently observes her adored professor bending and stretching his hand toward Kyo. Even if her face may look indifferent, she narrows her piercing gaze.
Yet, Kusanagi backs off and brushes this male’s hand away. “How can I trust you? Show me a proof!”
When the silver-haired male gets serious and picks a few recent photos from his coat’s pocket, he replies. “I already guessed that you may ask about this.”
After he handles the photos to Kyo, he adds. “Look, I even went through all this trouble just for you.”
That person resting in the capsule with his oxygen mask looks similar to the same junior soldier who went on the mission with him. The brunette realizes it as he studies the photos.
After he lowers his head, he returns them to Kurama, who explains. “You have a couple of hours left before the procedure. So, why don’t you have something to eat or drink in the meantime?”
Lastly, he turns his head and addresses his assistant. “… Let’s go, Nemu.”
Meanwhile, this woman sighs and nods before leaving with her adored professor.
After the automatic door closes, the brunette punches the nearest wall and curses.
For sure, Kyo never had so much self-hatred that he wanted to disappear without a trace.
Unfortunately, his dry throat reminds him of his biological needs. Thus, he rushes to open a bottle of water and chugs it as if there is no tomorrow.
Yes. It’s dripping and spilling everywhere, but it tastes so good. It’s like the first water in ages for a parched person.
Two hours have passed. This time, two men in black suits and stainless iron masks enter his room.
Thus, without saying a word, they approach Kyo and press him against the bed.
Even when he desperately catches the air, one of these people presses his face against the pillow and ceases his slightest attempt at resistance.
As the bed creaks from the heavy pressure, the brunette’s arms are crossed behind his back, and along with the clicking sound, a cold pair of handcuffs is put on his wrists and feet.
However, when that crushing feeling is gone, one of these masked men pulls his hair and forcibly yanks his head up.
Are they enjoying his suffering? Who knows what expressions they make behind their masks? Kyo wonders as he roughly breathes and savors each gulp of air.
After they make the brunette stand on his feet, one guard holds his right arm while another grabs his left before dragging him out of the room.
In the end, Kyo feels like nothing more than a dirty criminal who is dragged into the long corridor to greet his punishment.
After a while of wandering through corridors and going down to the lower floors of this laboratory, the brunette is pushed into the operating room. Thus, upon the door shutting, Kyo is left under the care of the squad of surgeons.
The sudden beaming light from above makes them appear like terrifying shadows of threatening beasts looking down on poor Kusanagi as if he is nothing more than a small, frightened animal.
When the countless arms stretch toward him, they slam him on the cold iron examination table.
That light is so bright that Kyo instinctively closes his eyes while his heart rapidly beats.
But for now, two surgeons stand on his left side while another couple on his right.
These men’s faces are hidden behind face masks and caps along the glasses that reflect the brunette lying on the table. More so, that eery silence with cold respiring only makes Kyo tense.
Finally, the fifth surgeon makes his way and approaches his new victim.
After one surgeon offers him a kidney-shaped metal plate, that man picks a thick, ten centimeters long needle and a black color electric choker with at least half a meter hanging thin wire.
When the senior surgeon gets close to Kyo’s neck, he orders in a chilling, strict tone while he clicks on the choker and opens it. “Lie him down on his stomach and make sure he won’t move.”
However, the surgeon from the right side asks his superior. “Should we use anesthetics before the procedure, sir?”
“There is no need. In the best case, he would only survive for a couple more days. So, you do not need to waste drugs on scums like him. Just make sure that he won’t resist too much. One wrong move and his nervous system will be beyond repair,” the senior surgeon explains.
It doesn’t put Kyo at ease, who is held against his will. However, a sudden sharp pain in his nape makes him gasp and whimper.
After the thick needle pierces his skin and reaches his cervical spine, this surgeon inserts a thin wire through it and pushes it down.
Meanwhile, the brunette’s face twists in agony as a cold and sharp foreign body slowly goes down his spine.
More so, the time slows down during this painful procedure.
Yet, he does his best to hold back and not to shed any tears. After all, he cannot let these awful people enjoy his suffering.
An hour has passed. After a thin wire reaches Kyo’s lower back, the senior surgeon asks one of his assistants to pass him small pliers.
When he pushes a thick needle out of the brunette, he carefully cuts it and inserts the wire until the black choker touches his nape.
A second later, another assistant passes him tweezers with a squeezed cotton ball that is soaked in alcohol, and the senior surgeon cleans the bleeding area.
Lastly, he throws the dyed-red cotton into the instrument plate and fixes the electric choker on the immobilized brunette, who drools while his face is soaked from tears.
At that moment, Kyo only blankly stares into nothing while his head rests on the table, which is wet from his tears and saliva.
Meanwhile, when the doors open, one familiar doctor shows up and approaches Kyo.
While Makishima keeps her hands in her medical coat’s pockets, she observes Kusanagi without mercy, as if he is just a mere disposable testing subject.
After she fixes her hair and glasses, she addresses the surgeon team while keeping a professional tone. “Well done. Don’t forget to remove his cuffs and send him back to the isolation unit.”
Lastly, with these words, the blonde elegantly turns her back and takes her leave.
After a while, a couple of nurse assistants return Kyo lying on the camp bed to his room, where one silver-haired professor and his assistant are waiting for him.
Just before transferring him to his bed, the nurse assistant gives a pile of documents to Kurama. Thus, upon receiving a brief thank you, they leave.
Yet, Kurama only sighs and gently smiles while looking at Kyo, who still cannot move even a single muscle in his body, and greets him. “Welcome back. You did well.”
But for now, he adds before taking his leave. “Tomorrow we would need to test your reflexes. So, for now, you can rest. You deserved it.”
In the end, Kyo is left alone in his cell. Soon enough, he regains control over his body.
When he touches his new choker, he sheds another tear upon realizing that once a proud soldier like him has become nothing more than a toy in someone’s hands.
At that moment, he even remembers one redhead as he blankly stares into the ceiling.
Perhaps Yagami is still chilling out in the Headquarters, or he is already on another mission.
However, that should keep his mind distracted for a while, right? Or so the brunette hopes.
A second later, Kyo sighs and softens his gaze by thinking that after his unexpected disappearance during the mission, somewhere deep in the Resistance Force’s database, his status is updated to deceased.
Well, at least being known as someone who got killed during the mission sounds more appealing. Or so the brunette wonders while being strangely comforted by such a thought.
Even so. What would Iori do by learning about his supposed-to-be demise?
Certainly, his long-time mission partner won’t just sit with a hung head. That is one thing for sure.
Of course, like hell, that stubborn idiot won’t simply accept it!
Right now, Kyo is concerned about what can happen if Yagami loses control.
After all, when Iori is blinded by his emotions, it’s impossible to stop him or return him to his senses. Yet, there are only a couple of people in the entire Resistance base who can calm him.
Despite that, the redhead might try to do something as reckless as chasing Kyo down to the most distant corners of the universe. Even his own death would mean nothing to him and would get in his way.
Hell, Yagami won’t rest until he finds proof about his fallen partner on his own. The brunette doesn’t wish to be found by him as a dirty tool or how he was treated. And this is what Kyo is most afraid of.
Despite his worries and fear, the brunette wants to see him again. Even if it is for a brief moment. Even a short voice transmission and hearing his voice again would be more than enough.
Back in the day, they used to do it pretty often when one of them was on a mission. Besides, it was Kyo’s idea to keep in touch like this.
More so, this was the only way to keep Iori safe from acting recklessly, and it worked fine. And knowing that Yagami was calm and safe reassured Kyo.
More importantly, feeling how Iori started slowly opening for him comforted the brunette and strangely warmed his heart.
On the other hand, the redhead also was acting strangely, and that behavior can be irritating.
Even the way how he looks at Kyo… Why does he use such a demanding and curious gaze as if expecting something to happen?
More so, the redhead stubbornly insists that it’s only his imagination and that he has nothing better to do.
Either way, he understands he will know what makes Iori behave weirdly. After all, Kyo can be discarded at any moment. If not today, then tomorrow or another day.
But for now, the brunette crashes into bed and remembers about his still aching nape and spine. Yet, it’s not as bad as before. Thus, another restless night begins.
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