Legal Crap : All characters that actually have names are property of SNK.  I know that.  
YOU know that.  We ALL know that.  But the LAWYERS may not know that.  That's 
why we have to waste our precious lemon writing time on writing these stupid 
disclaimers.  This story is in no way intended to be ripping off SNK's characters, it's just 
mindless drivel that I came up with.  Read the lemon, enjoy the lemon.  Resistance is 
futile.  Suing me is futile.

Oh yeah, the following also contains a couple of scenes of graphic sex and violence, so if 
you're under the age of 18 (I mean physically, not mentally), then quit reading this and 
go play with your Power Ranger dolls.  And  another thing, please ask me before you post 
this on your site, and give me credit for having done it.  999,999,999 times out of a 
billion, I'll say "Go right ahead and post it!", so don't worry about me saying no.  But if I 
find out that you've stolen my story, I'll have to dispatch you with heavenly force.  Then 
I'll become emotionally upset.  Having said that, enjoy.

Vegeta (aka the Hentai Sempai)
Hi there Cal Animage Epsilon!!!
Author's note : 
**** indicates a perspective change
"*...*" means something that is thought, not spoken
I hope my translations are accurate.  I know a little Japanese, so I think I'm right.  If I'm 
not, oh well.

				A Matter of Control

	"Che.", the man spat out as the two young punks approached him.  Although he 
had his back turned, he could already sense their undisciplined presence, could feel their 
blood lust.  The man just smirked, for if these two fools had any sort of ability at all, they 
would have been running in fear.  Normally, Iori would have ignored the two, but tonight 
he was in a particularly bad mood, and this little distraction was probably just the answer 
he was looking for.
	Just before the two had closed on him, Iori suddenly spun around.  Taken a bit 
aback, the two punks tried to settle their jumpy nerves and drew out knives.  Iori's eyes 
burned into theirs, making the two tremble in fear.  Iori's huge frame was a bit hunched 
over, making him appear to take up the entire alleyway.  Smirking cruelly, he looked the 
two over, then simply said, "I imagine you want something?"
	The braver (and thus, stupider) of the two thieves said, "Ye, yeah pops.  W,w,we 
want yer cash.  Hand it over."
	Iori couldn't help but let a snicker pass through him, causing his hunched form to 
tremble a little.  "Bah.  No."
	The thief then said, "Ok, well, I guess we'll just have to carve ya.", and lunged 
forward with his knife.  As the blade neared Iori, he swatted the man's wrist, almost 
playfully, but enough to cause the man's arm to slam into the alley wall.  Reeling back in 
pain, he barely had enough time to see Iori's wickedly handsome, smiling face looking 
back at him.  No more than a few inches separated the gap between the two now, and the 
would be thief was surprised that his would be victim had moved so fast.
	Iori's deep voice spoke again, "Try again.  Harder.", and in thus saying, Iori 
backed up a bit and waited.  The one ruffled thief nudged his friend and said, "Come on, 
man.  Help me out here."  Nodding to each other, they closed in on Iori, trying to come at 
his from either side.
	The other thief was the first to attack this time, charging at Iori with his knife 
upraised, poising to stab Iori through the shoulder.  This time, Iori's hand snaked out with 
lightning speed, and ripped across the man's chest.  Staggering back, the man looked 
down at shirt and was shocked to see his own blood seeping through four distinct slashes 
across his chest.  But Iori wasn't finished.  Charging forward, Iori playfully whapped his 
fist against the man's skull, staggering the latter back a step, then Iori smacked him 
harder with his other fist, causing the man to fly back a bit.  Iori then finished by 
gleefully jumping in the air and slamming the man to the ground with both fists locked 
together.  The man crashed into the ground hard, and lay still.
	Iori looked down at the man with a bored look on his face, and then stuck his 
hands in his pockets.  Turning to face his other `attacker' Iori leaned forward at the waist 
and said, "Sono mama shi-ne." ("Soon, you'll be dead.")
	Backing off in utter fear the man's jaw dropped and his feet took over for him, 
stepping backwards and backwards, trying to get anywhere but that alley.  Iori grinned, 
and held up an open palm.  Suddenly, a dark purple flame erupted in his hand, and Iori 
looked at it lovingly.  Then, without warning, Iori ran straight at the man, and before he 
could react, Iori's hand shot forward and caught his entire face.  With inhuman strength, 
Iori practically lifted the man off the ground, by his face, and then slammed him into the 
hard pavement.  Iori then once again channeled the dark flame through his hand and cried 
out, "SHI-NE!", causing an eruption of purple flame to engulf the man in a fast, but 
dazzling display.  When the light finally faded a moment later, the man was utterly still.
	Iori looked down at him with some mild amusement, then nudged him with his 
foot to see if there was any fight left in him.  Seeing none, Iori humphed and walked out 
of the alley and back into the blanket of the night.  Pausing only a moment to pull out a 
cigarette and light it with a small purple flame off his fingertip, Iori walked away in no 
particular direction until he was swallowed by the night and vanished.
	****
	Leona had watched everything from a keen vantage point above the alley.  Her 
surveillance of Iori Yagami had thus far been too easy.  The man made no attempts to 
cover his tracks, and very little he did had any subtlety to it.  It was almost as if he 
wanted to be watched, wanted people to find him and call him out.  At several occasions, 
she had witnessed Iori pick fights with people, but his skill and speed were far superior to 
anyone he had so far fought, and he had trudged on.  Only once or twice had Leona ever 
see him try, and that was when she had seen him fight during the King of Fighters 
Tournament.  During that time, Iori seemed to waste no movement, made no hasty 
mistakes, and was utterly ruthless.  Each time, he had been trying not to win the 
tournament, but to find his arch-nemesis, Kyo Kusanagi.  Both times that the two had 
fought, both fights had ended in draw matches.  Both times Iori had gotten up first, seen 
that he had not won over Kyo, and had stalked off furiously.
	Leona thought about the man she was chasing for a moment.  Yagami, Iori.  Now 
22 years old.  He had an enormous 6' 4" frame, and was almost pure muscle.  He had 
short maroon red hair, with extended bangs that often hung over one of his eyes.  He 
almost always wore his leather pants with the infamous leather belt strung between his 
legs.  He also wore a lengthy, long-sleeved white shirt, and his short, signature black 
jacket with the Yagami clan crescent moon crest on the back.  However, other than his 
appearance, almost everything else about him was unknown.  Iori was an enigma, and 
didn't seem to exist either inside or outside of the files.  All that WAS know about him 
was that he had entered the KoF tournament back in 1995, and at that time he had had 
two companions, Billy Kane and Eiji Kisagari.  She shuddered, remembering the photos 
she had seen in the files of what those two looked like after Iori had gone into a mad rage 
at drawing Kyo.  Eiji had disappeared after that, and some presumed he was dead, 
although most (and she) thought that a ninja and warrior of Eiji's prowess had probably 
left to return to more peaceful ways in the mountains of his homeland.  Billy, on the other 
hand, had just recovered from his injuries THIS year, and was rumored to be wanting to 
enter the 1997 tournament.  But the thing that scared Leona the most about the photos 
was not what the men looked like, but what their wounds themselves looked like.  There 
were deep cuts, seared with some sort of flame, all over their bodies.  "The Orochi flame 
no less." Leona mused to herself.  In the end, that was the only reason she had even 
bothered trying to track this lunatic down.  For some reason, she had the Orochi power 
inside her, and so did he.  But unlike her, Iori seemed to have control over it, and it 
obeyed his will.  She could not control it, and she would have nothing in her life that she 
could not control.  She had questions, and he had answers.  For this reason, and this 
reason alone she wanted Iori.  If she had to smash his handsome face in a bit to get what 
she wanted, so be it.  She was not going to be denied.
	The next year, at the 1996 tournament, Iori and Kyo once again faced off, and 
once again their battle ended in a draw.  Kyo had been barely managed to catch up in that 
particular fight, and only after he had managed to catch Iori with an enormous blast of 
orange and crimson fire that flared out from his entire body.  But no sooner had Kyo 
uttered the words, "Fireee-YAGARE!", he heard Iori whisper, then yell out the words, 
"Asobi wa, OWARI DA!" ("The game is OVER!"), and had rushed right back at Kyo, 
ripping and tearing him apart.  Iori's normally cold stare had locked into a look of insane 
glee, and his shredding of Kyo ended by bringing the younger boy up to his face, Iori's 
arms crossed, hands clutching Kyo's shirt, and snarling into Kyo's face sacrastically 
"Yoroshiku-ne!  SHI-NE!"  ("Pleased to meet you!  DIE!") and blasting Kyo's near 
unconscious body with purple Orochi flame, sending Kyo flying.  Iori had known that he 
had won, but what he hadn't heard was the sound of the time over buzzer.  Although he 
may have seemingly beaten Kyo, no one accepted it as a victory.  The judges had 
reflected back, and stated the both Kusanagi and Yagami had been at equal health levels 
at the end of the allotted time.  Since Iori was the last fighter on his team, his team had 
been declared the losers.  Iori was furious, snarling at the judges that he had won and that 
Kusanagi was defeated.  But not one person thought that Iori had won the match, and 
most said that Kyo had lowered his defenses on purpose upon hearing the buzzer, and 
simply let Yagami vent his frustrations on him in a futile gesture.  Angered beyond 
belief, Iori stalked off again, quickly followed by his team mates for that year, Rugal's 
old secretaries, Vice and Mature.  Leona remember that both women were found dead 
shortly after, their bodies ripped apart by some inhuman force.  The time of death had 
been established at shortly after the Kusanagi team had defeated Goenitz, and she 
remember that time well, for she felt a sudden flare of the Orochi power swell in her due 
to Goenitz's death causing most of his own Orochi power to scatter to the four winds.  
She shook her head, causing her long blue hair to swish about, and remembered that 
when the two women had been found, Mature had managed to write something in her 
own blood on the ground near herself : "RIOT OF THE BLOOD".  Vice had simply 
written : "YAGAMI."  Although Leona knew better, the autopsy had claimed that both 
women had died from massive internal hemorrhaging and from the odd, multiple 
lacerations all over them, reportedly from some an unidentifiable, hooked, bladed 
weapon.  Leone knew that that `strange, bladed weapon' had been nothing more than 
Iori's fingers.
	Leona pulled herself out of the history lesson, and looked in the direction of 
where Iori had disappeared.  Jumping down from balcony to balcony, she quickly hit the 
floor of the alley, and rushed off after him.

	Three days passed, but Iori had managed to avoid any more fights.  Leona was 
almost hoping he WOULD get into more fights, so she could witness more of his moves, 
more of his skill, and more of his control over the Orochi power.  Iori moved rather 
methodically, going from one hotel to another, staying one night and then leaving early 
the next morning.  He spent a lot of time in bars, and seemed partial to the ones that 
played loud music.  Iori never drank too much, but always had something hard to drink.  
He smoked about four cigarettes a day, and always lit them with a small flame he 
conjured onto the end of his finger.  All of this Leona found very "fascinating", and was 
almost ready to hire some street thugs to attack him she was so bored.  She wanted 
nothing more than to approach him and ask her questions, but she knew that he would 
simply blow her off, maybe even try to kill her.  She was no push over herself, and had 
flattened several overly-cocky men, like Robert Garcia and Sie Kensou.  But, she didn't 
want to take the chance on getting mauled or killed before she got what it was that she 
wanted.
	Iori went to a favorite spot of his that night.  Favorite because it not only played 
the loud music he seemed to enjoy, but he had also gotten into a fight nearly every time 
he set foot through the door.  Considering the clientel, this night seemed like it would be 
no different.  However, Leona had decided that on this night, she would approach the 
dark Orochi warrior and ask her questions of him.  If he tried to leave, she'd stop him.  If 
he tried to fight her, she'd flatten him.  Either way, she would get her questions 
answered.
	****
	Iori walked into the bar, and found a seat at a secluded table by himself.  He was 
thinking about only two things, as usual : Kyo, and the Kusanagis... "Why?  Why can't I 
defeat that high school brat?  Why?!  I have devoted myself to the fight, to being a 
warrior.  I have forsaken my family, my duties to my clan, everything, and have turned to 
the life of the warrior.  That fool Kyo still acts like the fight doesn't exist until he wants it 
to.  He still goes to that ridiculous school, and still hangs around those morons which can 
do nothing but get in the way of his ability.  We are warriors, we stopped being normal 
people long ago.  Why does my victory over him always elude me?  I practice constantly, 
Kyo takes high school exams.  I train my strength, speed, and agility, Kyo goes out on 
dates.  I fight people for no reason other than to test their strengths and my own, Kyo 
wastes his time at amusment parks and movie theathers.  WHY?!"
	****
	Leona had walked in about 10 minutes after Iori, dressed in her full dress 
uniform.  Spotting him easily, from both his appearance and his aura, she sat down a few 
tables away from him and watched as he slowly sipped his drink, apparently lost in his 
own thoughts.  As she watched him, she could tell whatever he was thinking about was 
making him more and more agitated.
	****
	The Kusanagis were another troublesome burden to him.  Iori had gone through 
his entire life listening to how the Kusanagi were nothing more than common street 
thugs, and not worthy of the titles and honors their clan had wrest from Yagami.  Iori had 
grown to hate the Kusanagi, but only because of Kyo.  He hated the Kusanagi because it 
was his destiny to do so, but more because Kyo was their heir apparent.  He hated Kyo 
because he was the only man he had ever fought that not only had fought with him 
evenly, but Iori had not managed to get a decisive advantage over him.  For some reason 
Kyo had drawn him twice in two meetings.  Oh, several times Iori had managed to track 
Kyo down (he wasn't hard to find), but had never been able to get into a fight with him 
on even terms.  Every time, Kyo had run off, or had been with someone, or his idiotic 
team mates had been with him.  While Iori had no problem taking on Kyo's whole team 
by himself, even he knew that 3 on 1 was bad odds, especially when he would not care 
about the other two, and simply try to crush Kyo.
	****
	Iori suddenly seemed to have a realization.  He slugged down the rest of his drink 
and called loudly for a re-fill.  Banging the empty glass on the table he started muttering 
a single word over and over again.  Leona had to get closer to him, for the music in the 
bar was too loud to hear over.  Patting her trusted combat knife in re-assurance, Leona  
settled into the table next to him, and caught the word Iori was mumbling between 
songs... "Luck".  Over and over again Iori stated that word, but as to why he was saying it 
was something only he could decifer...
	****
	That HAD to be it.  Why hadn't he thought of it before?  It had to be Luck.  The 
only thing that Kyo seemed to have over him was the fact that some strange luck always 
shined on him.  Iori thought about his own life, and mused that indeed, his life had been 
pretty... "unlucky" compared to Kyo's.  Kyo had friends, a loving family, a nice girl 
friend, a stable life.  Iori had a family that cared nothing for him unless he could destroy 
the Kusanagi, no friends, only one or two mentors, a father that hated him, and more.  
Luck had never shown on him, and that could be the only reason that Iori had never 
beaten Kyo.  "Luck cannot last.  She is a fickle master, and at some point, she'll give him 
up...I just have to wait until that day comes..."
	Smirking to himself, Iori suddenly seemed to pick up the aura of another warrior, 
sitting VERY close to him.  Almost laughing at himself, he knew he should be careful, 
for this was probably the same fighter that had been trailing him for the past few weeks.  
Looking over at the table next to him, Iori's eyes rested upon a young woman in an army 
uniform of some unknown country.  She was...pretty...Iori surmised, and why not?  He 
found beauty in certain things.  Iori had never really liked women.  To him, they had 
always a been feeble, uncooperative lot.  He had been "given" women before to "play" 
with, his father had seen to that.  But he could always tell that they didn't want to be with 
him, but had no other choice.  Iori took it upon himself to learn about them though, for 
even though seemingly weak, any person you weren't ready for could be your last 
opponent.  Iori had not found his experiences with women to be unpleasant, but 
sometimes, he wished that the woman he was with actually WANTED him back.  This 
one seemed interested in him, so why scare her off before finding out what she wanted?
	****
	Leona was about to ask him a question when she decided she had a better idea.  
Gripping her glass in her hand, she used a little of the Orochi power to show off her 
warrior's aura.  Iori had not disappointed her.  No sooner had she done so, Iori turned his 
head and looked at her.  She studied him as he did the same to her.  Deciding on the 
direct approach, Leona slid into the chair next to Iori and the two studied each other 
closely.  He was wearing his normal attire, the ones he always wore when he fought.  One 
of his eyes was covered by his maroon red hair, but the other stared at her coldly.  He 
seemed to be trying to figure her out, but she could also see a strange hunger in his eyes, 
but it was gone before she could really tell what it was.
	****
	Iori found this particular woman to be rather fascanating.  She had the undeniable 
mark of the Orochi power on her aura.  But compared to his, it was rather weak and 
unfocused, but it was there.  She had long blue hair, and a lovely face.  Her body (of what 
he could see) was well toned, and she seemed to be a competent fighter.  Noting the 
combat knife tucked safely away behind her back, Iori suddenly thought that she looked 
rather sexy, and couldn't help but think a few thoughts of what it would be like to caress 
her pale skin, touch her beautiful lips, and hold her in his arms.  But he quickly pushed 
them down.  She was a warrior as well, and an Orochi warrior.  She had come to him, 
and she wanted something, so Iori decided to see what that was.
	****
Finally, Leona had finished her little examination and said, "Yagami, Iori, yes?"  
Iori nodded.  "Unless you are a fool, you know that I've been watching you, yes?"
Again, Iori simply nodded.  "*Talkative bastard.*"  Leona thought to herself.  "Well?"
	"Well what?" asked Iori, a bored expression crossing his face.
	"Don't you want to know why?  Or who I am?" Leona tried to read something in 
the eye that she could see, but it was blank.  Iori hid his emotions well.
	"Hmph.  You came to me.  You'll obviously be doing the talking."  Iori pulled out 
a cigarette and lit it, non-challantly, with purple flame from his fingertip.
	"That's what I want to know about.  The Orochi.  Those purple flames are of the 
Orochi power.  I want to know more about it."
	Iori humphed again, "Why should I tell you anything?  What value is in it for 
me?"
	"*Stubborn bastard too.  Hmph, well...what WOULD he value?  His family is 
rich, he doesn't seem interested in information...hmm.*"  Leona then said, "Well, my 
name is Leona."  Iori made a dismissive gesture with his hand, as if he either already 
knew, or simply didn't care.  She decided to take a direct approach again.  "Well, since 
you seem to enjoy combat so much, how about a match?  Right here.  If I lose, I'll leave 
you alone.  If I win, you'll cooperate and tell me what I want to know."
	Iori smirked evilly.  Obviously, he liked that idea.  "Sugu raki ni shiteyaru."  (I'll 
be ^Ñgentle^Ò with you.)  Iori said quietly as he stood to his feet.  Leona did the same.  
Quickly shedding her uniform, Iori saw she had on short green pants, and a green 
shirt/jacket.  Grabbing a long rope out of her pocket, she grabbed up her hair, and tied it 
back within seconds with practiced precision.
	****
	Iori was pleased that this woman had some spunk in her.  He was glad he didn't 
just kill her when she sat down.  At first he had thought that this was some new person 
his father had sent, but after hearing her questions, everything started to make sense.  
She, for some reason she obviously didn't even know, had Orochi blood in her, although 
it seemed a bit weak.  But she needed understanding, control over it, and she didn't have 
it.  Who better to ask than one who DID control it?  Besides, with her hair up like that, 
Iori found that she looked even more attractive.
	Taking his usual fighting pose, Iori swayed back and forth lightly, waiting to see 
what ^ÑLeona^Ò would do.  But before their fight could get underway, Iori felt the approach 
of a bunch of bar partrons.  Steeling a quick glance their way, he saw a bunch of men that 
he had thrashed over the last couple of weeks.  But this time, ALL of them were there.  
Turning slightly so that Leona never left his sight, he waited as his new attackers closed 
in on him.
	****
	Leona cursed silently to herself.  It had all been going SO well when this group of 
idiots decided to get brave and interfere.  Deciding that she needed to show some force or 
Iori wouldn't take her seriously, she quickly barked out at them in a loud voice, "Get the 
hell out of here you fools!  This is none of your business!"
	Suddenly, the music stopped and the entire bar stopped what they were doing to 
watch the fight.  Funny how people always had time to watch other people beat 
themselves senseless.
	One of the men said, "That's where you're wrong bitch.  This is VERY much our 
business.  This asshole has been asking for this for a long time.  If you want to take his 
side, then we'll kick your ass just as easily as his."
	Looking at Iori, Leona could tell he was just waiting for someone to get close to 
him.  His normally bored face seemed alive for the first time, and his eyes had a wild 
look of glee and anger in them.
	****
	Iori could almost hear the voice of the annoucer scream out, "Ready!  GO!"  He 
leapt into the group of men.  But their faces disappeared, changed, altered, until they 
looked like Kyo Kusanagi's.  Bellowing in rage, Iori threw his fists out with the speed of 
a striking snake, cracking bone and rending flesh.  This was what he truly loved, the 
fight.  The real world disappears when you're like this.  Nothing else matters but the 
fight.  You and your opponent.  All the words that had just been said, all the stakes, those 
were all gone.  Replaced by the fury of the battle.  Iori couldn't tell how many men he 
smashed to the floor, nor did he care.  All he wanted was there to be another body in the 
likeness of Kyo the next time he looked up.
	****
	Leona wasn't about to just stand there, but Iori had made the first move.  Flying 
past her, he wasted no time in dispatching opponent after opponent.  But these men were 
weak, undisciplined.  How could they offer any challenge to him?  She didn't have much 
time to think about it.  A couple of the men had charged her as well, thinking that she 
was in league with Iori.  Smiling to herself, she dealt with her attackers.  She was more 
interested in watching Iori's fighting technique now that she was this close to him.  But 
she didn't really get the chance.  Too many things were happening at the same time.  A 
man came at her with a chair.  Crossing her arms, Leona concentrated briefly, then 
howled as she felt some of the Orochi power stir within her.  Tilting her head back, she 
spread her arms open, and a large green ball of energy appeared, catching the man in mid 
swing.  The energy ripped the chair apart, and tore into her attacker, suspending him in 
mid-air for a brief second.  Leona wasted no time, and grabbed the dangling man by the 
head.  She loved this throw.  She loved the control of it all.  Catch the wrist, and you 
control where the arm goes, catch the ankle, you control where the leg goes.  But when 
you catch the head, you control where the body goes, and that exactly what she did.  
Clutching the man by the hair, she grabbed his head underneath the jaw bone and hurled 
him easily into one of his friends, sending them both to the ground.
	****
	Iori looked about the floor with a bored look.  All of these idiots had been no 
challenge to him.  Their tough words were quickly replaced by whines and pleas of 
mercy.  "*How quaint, when one thinks they are superior, they talk big.  But when beaten 
down, they whimper like a dog.*"  Iori suddenly felt a couple of pangs of pain.  Looking 
himself over, he realized that the sheer numbers of men he had fought had managed to 
get in quite a few blows.  He vaguely remembered more than one chair being broken over 
his back, and he had even seen a knife or two.  Looking over at Leona, he saw her 
finishing up her last attacker as well, knocking him to the floor by jumping at his head, 
and slashing him across the chest with her hands.  Landing perfectly, Leona stood up and 
looked about with a similarly bored looked.  Then she looked at him and gave him a wry 
smile.  Iori smirked to himself again, "*Heh...she too enjoys the fight.  I would expect 
nothing less of one with Orochi blood.*"  She too had been hit a little, but was in much 
better shape than he was.  He was about to call out her name, when he saw that there was 
a downed opponent behind her, pulling out a gun.  Iori, much to his own surprise, 
decided to save her.  Rushing straight at her, Leona was taken by surprise and could do 
nothing to defend herself.  But Iori just grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her aside.  
It was then that the gun went off.  The man's accuracy was way off, due to him having 
been beaten up quite a bit by Leona, but he still never-the-less managed to hit Iori in the 
shoulder.  The man looked shocked, and stood there with widening eyes.  Iori clutched at 
his shoulder, and then looked at his own hand.  His eyes were greeted with the sight of 
blood, HIS blood.  Suddenly, Iori caused a dark purple flame to erupt in his hand, burning 
the blood away in a flash.  The man with the gun could only stand transfixed.  Snapping 
his hand shut, the purple flame snuffed out, but Iori could feel his blood turn cold, and 
felt his world turn into a blur of red.  Losing himself for a moment, Iori rushed straight at 
the man before he could ever fire off another shot.
	****
	Leona recovered from Iori's throw and watched in horror and fascanation as the 
bullet struck his shoulder, sending blood flying behind him.  But what happened next not 
even Leona could believe.  Instead of falling down, or crying out in pain, or trying to find 
cover, hell, doing SOMETHING considered HUMAN, Iori just stood there.  But he was 
only there for a second or two.  Looking at his own blood caused something in Iori to 
snap, and he rushed at the man with a look of pure death on his face.  What happened 
next was a blur to everyone that hadn't run at the sound of a gunshot, but Leona could see 
quite clearly.  Iori grabbed the man, and reared his head back in a roar.  Grabbing 
/slashing the man across the throat, Iori knocked him to the floor.  Iori quickly bent down 
and began to tear into his attacker with his fingers, causing disgusting ripping noises to 
echo throughout the entire bar.  But then, Leona saw Iori turn his head to stare back at 
her, into HER eyes, and she saw what could only be the Orochi power's influence.  Iori's 
eyes were pupil-less, and his face was contorted into a look of hatred and rage that defied 
being human.  Then Iori turned his attention back to his victim, and began to beat on the 
floor with his fists.  Once, twice, then, on the third strike, Iori roared again, and an 
enormous blast of purple flame erupted everywhere, searing the already dead man within 
its embrace.  The man's limp body flew back about ten feet, and then landed in a horribly 
mangled heap.  Iori then calmly stood and clutched at his injured shoulder.
	Leona couldn't help but utter the words, "The Riot of the Blood."  Then, Leona 
shook herself out of her entranced state and rushed over to Iori.  She tried to help him, 
but he snarled angrily at her, indicating that he wanted none of her help.  "*Damn fool.  
How could ANYONE control him?*"  "We have to get out of here Yagami-san.  Come 
with me before the police get here."  Thankfully, Iori stopped resisting her and allowed 
himself to be pulled by her to the back door to the bar, and out into the alleyway.  No one 
dared move a muscle to stop them.
	****
	Iori's head still swam a little from the enormous amount of effort he had just 
used.  Leona had been saying things to him, but he couldn't really hear her, as his mind 
was focused on the fiery pain in his shoulder.  She had managed to get him into a taxi, 
and had temporarily covered the blood seeping down his arm with her jacket.  Iori 
muttered the words of the hotel he had booked for that night, and the taxi cab sped off 
into the night.
	****
	(HEY!!! WAKE UP!!! THE SEX IS ALMOST UPON US!!! <G>)
	Leona paid the taxi driver and brought Iori into the lobby of the hotel.  Quickly 
explaining that she was Iori's friend, and that he had had too much to drink, she led Iori 
away from the reception desk and over to the elevator.  As the doors parted, Iori's head 
lurched up, and he seemed to be aware of his surroundings.  Unaware that he was more 
or less awake, Leona hit the button to Iori's floor and waited.
	****
	Looking down at Leona's smaller form, Iori could now finally look at her without 
darkness and smoke all around him, and even better, without her knowing he was doing 
it.  He could feel her body, as she was more or less supporting his weight.  She didn't 
seem overly challenged by it either.  She was pretty strong, even for being a slender 
woman, and her body was toned from diligent training and, of course, the fight.  Iori's 
mind then switched to hungrier thoughts, as he took in the scent of her.  She smelled 
faintly of some unknown perfume, sweat, and blood.  That was his blood of course, 
through his own selfless actions.  "*Why the hell did I even bother?*"  But the more he 
looked at her, he could tell why.  He couldn't really see much of her body through her 
fighting outfit, but he liked what he could see.
	Then, Iori feigned waking up, and began to clutch at her shoulder with his good 
hand.  Moaning out her name softly, he caressed her face gently with his blood stained 
hand.  Smiling at her, he said, "That's what it's all about isn't it?  The blood."  Leona 
didn't answer, just seemed relieved that he was alright.  At least that's what Iori told 
himself.  Her thoughts could have been anything.  Finally, the ding of the elevator told 
them that they had arrived on his floor.
	****
	Leona led Iori down the hall, and headed left.  There were only 4 rooms on this 
entire floor...the top floor.  Iori had good taste, and liked privacy, so what better floor 
could he have?  He had probably paid enough money to take ALL of the rooms, but the 
number of the room he had booked was 4.  She smirked a bit to herself, "*What an 
appropriate number for him.*" (Quick note : The number 4 in Japanese can be read either 
`yon' or `shi'.  `Shi' also means `death', and the Japanese feel that 4 is the number of 
death, and therefore bad luck.)  Unlocking the door, Leona led Iori inside.  The room was 
enormous, stocked with every type of luxury anyone could ever need.  Iori had chosen 
well.  Looking about, Leona found the bedroom and led Iori inside.  Gently sitting him 
down, Leona took her jacket off of him and tossed it onto the floor.  Then she went to the 
bathroom and got every towel she could get her hands on.  Coming back into the room, 
she saw that Iori had already taken off his jacket and shirt, and had thrown them on top of 
her jacket.  Leona took a brief moment to admire his well muscled form, but then turned 
her attention to the bloody hole in his shoulder.  Walking over to him with the towels, she 
attempted to push Iori down onto the bed.  He resisted.  She tried again, this time more 
forcefully.  Again he resisted.  Sighing, she said, "I didn't think you'd make this easy on 
me Yagami-san.  I'm doing you a favor, now act like a patient and lie down!"  Iori's eyes 
narrowed to slits, but then he complied, lying onto his back with a gruff "Hmph!".
Leona sopped up some of the dried blood on his shoulder, and was happy to see 
that the bullet had pretty much missed anything vital.  The bleeding had more or less 
stopped, and she began to rub his chest and shoulder, getting rid of as much blood as she 
could.  More than once she thought that Iori would say something, or try to stop her, but 
he just sat there, watching her with very attentive eyes.  She couldn't be sure, but Iori 
seemed to almost be enjoying her treatment on him.
	Leona finally finished cleaning him off, and then began to examine the wound 
more closely.  Again, Iori said nothing, just continued to watch her with that same hungry 
expression he had had in the bar.  Finally, she said, "I'm not going to lie about this 
Yaga...", 
	Iori cut her off, "Call me Iori damn it.  I don't like listening to sound of my clan's 
name."
	Leona continued, "Okay Iori...this is going to sting like crazy.  So just be a man 
about it and grit your teeth.  The less you resist, the faster it will go."  Leona finished by 
pulling a large set of tweezers, alcohol, and some banadages out of her jacket pockets.
	****
	Iori muttered, "Ama." (bitch), but simply lay there.  Much to his surprise, she got 
up on top of his chest and sat down on his stomach.  What happened next was VERY 
painful, but compared to the initial hit of the bullet, and from the years of abuse from his 
demanding father, it seemed like nothing.  But Leona had been right, it DID sting like 
crazy, and Iori couldn't help but begin to clentch at the sheets of the bed as Leona 
worked on him to remove the slug.  Fresh blood began to collect on the white satin 
sheets, but Leona continually and expertly worked in tandum with her alcohol and 
tweezers until she had removed the slug from his shoulder.  Iori grunted in pain, 
muttering some minor curses and insults, but was glad that the bullet was gone.  Leona 
then pulled out some water from another pocket, washed the blood and alcohol off, dried 
him off, and then quickly dressed his wound.  Satified, the triumphant Leona got off of 
him and looked him over.  Iori simply grinned at her, and then said, "Not bad.", more to 
himself than to her.
	Standing up, Iori felt a lot better.  He was a fast recoverer, and hadn't really lost 
that much blood.  Looking down at Leona he smirked, then quickly snaked his head right 
by her ear.  Leona, again unprepared for Iori's quick movements, heard him whisper, 
"Pretty good, for a woman."
	****
	Leona couldn't help but blush, and as she felt her face go hot, she cursed herself 
for doing it.  She was glad that Iori had praised her for her efforts, and it WAS the least 
she could do for him having saved her, and for her having fixed him up.  But, the way he 
said that had made her feel embarrassed, for his voice was low and husky, and she could 
feel his hot breath on her ear.  Looking up at Iori, she saw the wicked grin on his face 
return, but this time his eyes had no disdain in them.  No, this time, they held admiration 
and interest.  "*At least I HOPE they do.*"  But then Iori cleared his throat and said, 
	"Ahem...you need to get cleaned up Leona.  You're a mess, and we both stink of that 
bar."
	Leona looked a little shocked, "Cleaned up?  What do you have in mind 
Ya...Iori?"
	Iori simply grinned and said, "What do you think I mean?  Go take a shower and 
clean yourself off."
	Leona, although a bit unexperienced dealing with men and being a little naive, 
was no idiot.  "What do you have on your mind Iori?"
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	Iori's face remained unchanged, "Why don't you stop worrying and just do what I 
tell you?  It's the least you can do for me, considering I DID save your life.  If I was 
going to rape you, don't you think I'd have done it back at the bar?  I'd have taken you to 
the alley for a `private conversation', and done it there if that's all I was interested in."
Leona sighed.  Although wasn't a bad suggestion, and he was at least partially 
correct, she knew better than to trust Iori blindly.  Considering his track record, people 
that associated with Iori Yagami typically ended up dead.  But what he said made sense, 
and she was a little happy to see that his `interest', as he put it, ran deeper than physical 
contact.  Maybe he would answer some of her questions.  Maybe.
	Leona finally nodded in agreement and said, "Okay mister...You win.  I could use 
a shower.  You just stay put."
	Leona couldn't help but feel a bit flushed as she saw the look of hunger in his 
eyes again as she left the room.
	****
	Iori watched attentively as she walked into the bathroom, (which was by no 
means just for the bath, the damn thing was huge, and the shower had several heads on 
the walls for multiple people.) and then smirked to himself.  He had decided to do this as 
soon as he had felt her sitting down on top of his chest.  Although what had come next 
had completely occupied his mind, for those few moments before she had started 
working on him, he had felt the flesh of her legs touching his stomach.  He had loved it.  
Her touch, her scent, and the feel of her hands working on him had stirred something in 
him.  Iori knew that if he took it slow, he just might get lucky tonight.
	****
	Leona, after checking to make sure that Iori hadn't followed her, locked the door 
and took off her fighting outfit.  Wearing a tight blue bra and matching panties, Leona 
looked at herself in the wall mirror, checking for bruises or cuts.  Satisfied that she had 
gotten off rather light, she pulled off her bra and removed her panties, stopping again to 
look in the mirror, but this time, to admire herself.  She was 20 years old, but most of her 
past was a blur, and she couldn't remember it.  But she thought she was pretty good 
looking, and Ralf and Clark had no problem saying so.  Her breasts were medium sized, 
but firm, and her body was very strong and toned from training and fighting.  She 
remembered watching the Shiranui ninja, Mai, fight, and finding it so ridiculous that 
anyone would want to fight in an outfit like that, ESPECIALLY when one was as huge as 
Mai.  But Leona liked her body, was proud of it.  But for now, she needed to clean it up, 
as Iori had been right.  She stunk of bar smoke, sweat, and Iori's dried blood had caked a 
bit on her and on her hair.  Finally letting it down, Leona removed her hair tie and set it 
down with the rest of her clothes.
	Leona started the water, turning the handle to "hot".  Letting it run for a minute, 
Leona began wetting herself down, and then began to sponge herself with soap.  Relaxing 
almost immediately, she felt like she was in Heaven from the hot water, and was rather 
glad she had taken Iori up on his offer.
	****
	Iori simply waited at the door till he heard the water start.  After waiting a few 
minutes, Iori tested the door, not at all surprised to find it locked.  "*I'd have locked it 
too, for all the good it would do.*"  Smiling to himself, Iori took off his socks, boots, and 
pants, and then began to dig inside his pant's pocket.  Locating his room key, he easily 
unlocked the door, and quietly snuck inside.  The entire bathroom had become pretty 
steamy, and Iori could see Leona's naked form through the smoked glass of the shower.  
Iori, still in his boxer shorts, crept up to the shower door and quietly opened it a crack.  
Peering inside, he was not at all disappointed.  Before him stood Leona, in all her 
womanly glory.  Leona had her eyes closed due to shampooing her long blue hair, and 
hadn't noticed Iori.
	Iori just stood there, drinking in the sight of her.  Her powerful frame glistened 
from the shower, and the water ran in rivulets down her upstretched arms.  Her firm 
breasts seemed to sparkle as water splashed against them.  Iori had seen women naked 
before, but Leona was a godess before him.  Iori ran his eyes up and down her beautiful 
body, resting on her lovely face, her strong, yet thin arms, her powerfully toned, slender 
legs, and to the lovely blue patch of hair between her legs.  Iori envisioned himself doing 
all sorts of things to Leona, but decided to just stand there and enjoy the show.
Leona finished shampooing her hair, and began to rinse it off.  Iori watched 
entranced, but when she bent over to wash the back of her hair, Iori had to fight of the 
almost maddening urge to run in right then and there, for Leona had bent over so that her 
perfectly shaped ass was pointing directly at him.  Iori could see her gentle nether region 
as water cascaded down her back and flowed off her butt.  Her vaginal region could not 
have been more in plain sight to Iori's hungry eyes, and he decided he had had enough.  
Quietly sneaking into the shower, he approached her, and waited for her to straighten up.  
Although he had his boxers on, he could feel his manhood was already engourged, and 
was almost screaming at him to take this lovely woman right now.  But Iori wanted more 
than just mindless sex from her, so he told his raging hormones to just "*Shut the fuck up 
and let us enjoy the show.*"
	****
	Leona finished rinsing off her hair and stood up to finish her front.  But suddenly, 
she felt a pair of powerful arms quickly, but gently, wrap themselves around her across 
her stomach.  Gasping in surprise, she felt Iori's breath on her ear again, and heard his 
voice say, "You're exquisite Leona.  Thank you for getting that slug out of my shoulder."  
Every working brain cell in Leona's head was telling her to get this lunatic off her, to kill 
this bastard, but she couldn't move.  Leona's body suddenly felt hotter, but it wasn't the 
water, it was the heat of Iori's embrace.
	Leona suddenly spun around in Iori's arms.  Looking up at his eyes, she could see 
them shining as he looked down at her.  She almost laughed when she saw that he still 
had on his boxer shorts, but then she realized with relief that he hadn't come into the 
shower to rape her, but to peek on her.  Suddenly, she turned red in the face, wondering 
just how much he had seen.  She took a few moments to admire his powerfully built body 
glisten from the shower's water as it ran down his chest.  Smirking at her, Iori broke off 
his embrace to run his head underneath the water was well, completely ignoring her for 
the moment.
	Leona just stood there and watched as the muscles in his body moved, and she, in 
spite of herself, looked him up and down too.  His face was rather handsome, and he had 
closed his eyes to wash his hair as well.  His arms were well developed, as was his chest, 
and it was obvious that he worked out regularly.  Although she couldn't see anything at 
his waist level since he was still wearing his boxers, she could see his manhood bulging 
out of them.  "*Did I make him feel that way?*"  She blushed anew at the thought of Iori 
getting so hard over just looking at her.  Quickly looking past his shorts, she saw that his 
legs were very powerfully built.  She wondered why she had never really bothered 
looking at men before, but she knew that she A): Didn't have time for that kind of thing, 
and B): Men (as Ralf and Clark had repeatedly told her) typically only wanted one thing 
out of women.  But Iori seemed different.  He hadn't tried anything,...yet.  He had had the 
opportunity to take her by force, but it seemed that he wanted something more...
	****
	Iori finished washing his hair and looked himself up and down to make sure all of 
the blood that had caked on him was gone.  The bandages on his wound had held up well, 
and he praised Leona silently for that.  He knew that he'd have to have them re-wrapped 
later.  But for now, he just wanted to admire Leona.  Seeing that she had been admiring 
as he had been her, he grinned again, a common look for his face.  Cupping her trembling 
face in his hand, Iori said, "Utsukushii...Honto-ni utsukushii, omae yo." (Beautiful, you 
truly are beautiful.).  Leona blushed like a young school girl again, and Iori hugged her 
again tightly, bringing her in close, causing her head to rest upon his chest.  "*The rest of 
the world can just fuck off.  I have all I need right now.*"
	****
	Leona could feel the heat of Iori's body, and could now feel and hear the beat of 
his heart.  Leona couldn't help it, and brought her arms around his back, hugging him 
back fiercly.  For so long she had wanted to hold a man, but could never find the time to 
even go out on a `date'.  Ralf and Clark were dear to her, and they treated her with 
respect, not only as a commanding officer, but as a little sister.  They had never made any 
moves on her, and she thanked them for that now.
	But, despite what she was feeling, something just wasn't right.  She simply 
couldn't handle all of these new sensations coursing through her all at once.  Reluctantly, 
she broke her embrace from Iori and said softly, "Ju...ju...just ge...ge...get out Iori..."
Iori looked down at her questioningly, and she said quietly, "Please...?"
	****
	Iori, at first, thought he could feel his heart rench in his chest.  But when Leona 
broke away from him, he could tell that she was not angry, but confused.  Almost 
slapping himself for being a fool, he realized that Leona was VERY inexperienced, and 
needed a little time.  Fine.
	Iori smiled and nodded.  But it wasn't one of his normally sarcastic, demeaning 
smiles.  This one was genuine.  Then, gently hugging her face with both hands, Iori bent 
down and kissed her softly, but lingeringly, on the forehead.  He then stepped out of the 
shower, dried himself off, and went back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.  
Now that he was back in the bedroom, he noticed that the bed still had blood stains and 
such on it.  "*Tsk, tsk.  We'll just have to do something about that won't we?*", and in 
so thinking, grabbed the extra set of sheets and quickly set upon changing the bed.
	****
	Leona couldn't move until she was sure Iori had left the bathroom.  She gingerly 
touched her forehead and felt herself grow hot again.  She couldn't help it, Iori wanted 
her, and she was just starting to realize it.  But he was being patient, and was not trying to 
rush her in any way.  She also realized that she, in a way, wanted Iori too.  But she was a 
virgin, and had only her own fantasies to draw on.  She had no idea what would happen, 
but she could already guess that when she stepped out of that room, Iori would be waiting 
for her.
	****
	Minutes ticked away, and Iori was beginning to wonder if she would ever come 
out of the shower.  But finally, the water stopped, and Iori calmly lay down on the freshly 
changed bed and waited.
	****
	Leona gently dried herself off, a million different thoughts rushing through her 
head.  She thought of just telling Iori off and running away, but she quickly downed the 
idea.  "*Damn it all, I'm not about to start running away at the first sign of trouble.  I'm a 
woman, not some little girl.  I knew this day would come, but I never thought that it 
would be someone like...HIM.*"  Leona went for her clothing, but saw that Iori had taken 
it with him, leaving only her towels and the rope she used to tie her hair.  Laughing to 
herself, she realized just how badly Iori wanted her, "*And it seems that in some strange 
way, I want him too...*"
	****
	Iori sat up when he heard the door finally open.  There stood Leona, wearing 
nothing but a towel wrapped around her body.  Her hands were behind her back.  Her 
damp hair hung down in clumps, and she was red in the face.  Stepping into the bedroom 
fully, she slowly walked up to Iori.  Iori watched her in impressed silence, not wanting to 
break the moment that he had created by taking her clothes with him.  "*Besides, why 
would she want to wear those blood crusted rags now anyway?*"  Finally, Leona stood 
before him, and moved one of her hands from behind her back.  In it, she held a hair 
brush.  "Iori," she started quietly, "can you please brush out my hair?"
	Iori smiled at her, and took the brush.  Sitting her down so that his legs were 
outstretched on either side of her, Iori began brushing through her long blue hair.  He 
worked on her hair for a few moments, bending his head down so that he could smell the 
shampoo she had used.  He ran the fingers of one hand through the strands lovingly, and 
then began to massage her shoulder with the other.  She "mmmed" a little bit, and Iori 
could feel some of the building tension in her body ebb away bit by bit.
	Then, Iori brushed her hair over one of her shoulders, and tenderly kissed her 
neck on the other side.  Leona reached up with her hand and gently caressed his face as 
she gasped a little from the heat of his mouth on her skin.  Reaching down with her other 
hand, she grabbed onto his thigh to steady herself.  "*Heh...Good placement on my 
part.*"  Then Iori began to kiss her ear, again using the same tender technique, not 
wanting to rush her or scare her.  Running his tongue along the inner contour of her ear, 
Iori could hear Leona start to make soft moaning sounds of pleasure.  She liked it.  "*Hot 
damn, she likes it.*"  Leona, instead of being like those women Iori had had before, 
stiffening like a board at his very touch, was melting under his touch.  She liked it, 
wanted it, and better yet, she was ENJOYING it.  Iori had never been happier.
	****
	Leona's mind was so busy trying to process all of these new sensations, she barely 
realized that she had a hold on Iori's powerful leg.  But then, almost instinctively, Leona 
began to knead the muscle of his leg gently with her hands, massaging it.  Iori seemed to 
like that, but kept his focus on her ear and neck.  Leona loved the feeling, the sensation of 
his hot tongue, breath, and mouth, all working on her in ways she'd never been touched 
before.  But then another thought hit her, he was still wearing a towel, and so was she.  
Iori had probably taken off his boxers, but had replaced them with a towel.  Deciding that 
she needed to take some control in this matter, broke away from him and moved forward.  
Turning to face him, she was met by Iori's face, looking at her with a loving look in his 
eyes.  Looking down to his waist she said, "Well, now.  It seems that we have some 
needless fabric in the way.  You got to see all of me Iori.  Now I want to see all of you.", 
and in so saying Leona reached out with her hands and slowly removed his towel.  As she 
did so, Iori also undid her towel, but she scarecly noticed.  Her eyes were fixated on him. 
When she took the towel off, she saw Iori's manhood, fully erect and gently 
bobbing up and down.  She was almost in awe.  She had never seen a man up close 
before, and Iori was huge.  At least eight or nine inches of him stood up at attention, 
almost beckoning her to touch it.  With hesitant fingers, Leona did just that, gently 
gripping the shaft in her hands.  Iori sucked in his breath, but said nothing, letting her 
experiment.  Running her hands up and down its length, she felt the rigidness, the blood 
pulsating through the veins.  "You're...wonderful...Iori..." Leona said clumsily.  She was 
having a hard time focusing her thoughts, but Iori seemed to like the compliment.
"You're like an angel Leona.  I can't believe a beautiful woman like you is here 
with me tonight.  Please don't leave, just stay here with me and let me worship you in my 
arms."  Iori whispered.
	****
	Iori could barely believe his ears.  "*Did >I< just say that?  Heh...What the hell 
am I thinking?  Well, the answer is obvious : I want this woman.*"  Suddenly, to Iori's 
surprise, Leona lunged forward a bit and pushed Iori down onto the bed.  A bit more 
daring than she'd been in the shower, Leona hugged his face like he had done, but this 
time, she kissed him fully on the lips.  Iori looked at her, but her eyes were closed.  She 
seemed to have a lot riding on this gesture, so Iori returned her kiss with one as good as 
he was getting.
	Iori began running his hands down her back and sides, caressing Leona with his 
steel like fingers with all the tenderness he could muster.  Normally, his fingers were 
deadly weapons, capable of ripping and rending flesh.  But now, they were stroking 
Leona's lithe body as if she were a cat.  Leona seemed to be enjoying his touch, and 
gasped through their kiss and pulled her head gently away.  But Iori wanted more, so he 
brought his hand up to her head and pushed it back softly, kissing her again.  But this 
time, he forced his tongue past her lips and into her mouth, hungrily searching for hers.  
Leona's eyes fluttered open for a second, but she quickly caught on, and ran her tongue 
along his, causing both to dance around inside her mouth.
	This time however, Iori decided to play a little differently.  Bringing one hand 
down her back, he caressed her neck with one hand and used the other to start kneading 
the firmness of her ass.  Gently at first, Iori began using a little more force, causing Leona 
to breathlessly break their kiss, a small trail of saliva still connecting their tongues.
	****
	Leona could tell that Iori had had a lot of experience with this kind of thing, but 
his touch was causing such a reaction in her that she didn't care.  In a way, she was 
thankful that he had, for he seemed to know exactly what to do to make her feel good.  
She just hoped that he wouldn't stop, and that he wouldn't hurt her.
	****
	Iori finally decided he had had enough of being on the bottom.  Rolling her over, 
Iori perched himself above her, making sure that he wasn't between her legs...yet.  He 
looked down at her, and took a moment to admire her beauty.  Her long blue hair was 
spread out around her, and she was looking away from his eyes shyly.  Her breasts heaved 
gently with each breath she took, and her hands had clamped down onto the edges of the 
bed.
	Iori then had had enough of looking, it was time for action.  Bending his head 
down to her chest, Iori began to kiss around the sensitive area of her left breast.  Leona 
yelped a little in pleasure, and Iori kept up his efforts.  Iori watched as the tender flesh 
began to harden to a fine point.  Using his left hand, Iori began to massage her right 
breast with his fingers.  Rubbing her right breast in that sensitive area, he rolled her 
nipple about between his index finger and thumb, also bringing it to a point.  Leona was 
beginning to get lost in the sensation, and simply moaned in pleasure, allowing Iori to do 
whatever he pleased.
	Iori finshed teasing her left breast and opened his mouth gently around her nipple, 
then let his tongue roll around the perked mound of flesh.  Leona gasped in ecstasy again 
and began to mutter Iori's name as he worked her nipple, going fast at first, then slowing 
down, then picking up the pace again.
	****
	Leona could barely keep up with these sensations.  She had touched her own 
breasts before, but never like this.  She felt too embarrassed by it, and didn't want Ralf, 
Clark, or ANYONE catching her doing it.  But now Iori was all over her with his hot 
tongue, threatening to throw her into rapture at any moment.  She knew she was losing 
control of the situation, but she couldn't help it.  It was just too good to someone who 
had never known how good it could be.
	****
	Iori finally had satiated himself on her left breast, and now switched to the right.  
Kissing it in similar fashion, Iori engulfed it inside his mouth and ran his tongue around 
her nipple, this time without closing his mouth, letting his breath heat her entire breast. 
Leona began running her hands up and down his chest, and began flicking at his nipples 
in an attempt to gain a little control back in the situation.  While Iori liked the feeling of 
that, he was too busy with her glorious breasts to care.  But his manhood cared.  With 
every flick, it began to bob up and down eagerly.
	Iori changed between her breasts a few times, varying his time and speeds on 
them.  Leona ran her hands through his hair, along his back, and along his chest.  "*I can 
barely believe that a woman is capable of so much...emotion...when it comes to this.  
Father was such a fool.  How could he ever prepare me for sensations such as these?!*"
Iori then wanted to see how wet she had become.  Bringing his mouth off her 
breasts, he began to kiss the valley between them, then began to kiss lower, and 
lower...down to her flat stomach.  But he didn't stop there, he wanted more.  But when he 
kissed the blue patch of her hair, she suddenly said, "Iori?!  Wha...what are you...?"
Iori smirked at her, "In this position my dear, I know a lot more about what I am 
doing than you do.  Why don't you relax and let me experiment with what you like and 
don't like, and then you can judge."
	****
	Leona looked hopeful, yet curious at the same time, her face becoming a tender 
look that Iori found so endearing, he couldn't help but move his head up and kiss her full 
on the lips again.  Then he moved back down to her lower regions and began to kiss 
along her inner thighs and her outer lips.  Leona was murming in ecstasy, wanting Iori to 
do whatever he was trying faster, as the feelings were driving her mad.
	****
	Iori began licking inside her inner lips, tasting the sweet liquid that was gently 
streaming out of Leona's pussy.  She was definately wet enough, but Iori wasn't quite 
ready for that yet.  He wanted to satisfy her a bit first.  Seeing that her little pink clit was 
beginning to harden, Iori playfully flicked his tongue across it.  Leona squealed in 
pleasure at that simple touch, and instinctively began to close her legs.  However, Iori 
was ready for that, and caught them with his hands.  Spreading her wide open, Iori closed 
his mouth around her and began to suckle her clit with renewed vigor.  Leona did not 
disappoint him.  She began bucking her hips back and forth, wanting him to lick her, but 
at the same time, was becoming overwhelmed at all these pleasurable sensations washing 
over her so quickly.  But Iori was mericiless, and held her firmly in place.  Leona moaned 
louder and louder, which made Iori go faster and faster.
	****
	After but a few minutes, the combination of Leona's inexperience, coupled with 
Iori's acquired skill, caused Leona to build up to the ultimate in sexual release.  Unable 
to hold it back much longer, Leona moaned out between breaths, "Oh, YES!!! Iori!! 
That's so good!  PLEASE!! Keep going!! Just a little..."  she never finished that sentence.
Leona felt her threshold finally overflow, and her body rocked violently with the 
throws of her first orgasm.  But even while she was cumming, Iori continued to lick, 
nearly driving her insane from the pleasure of it.
	****
	Finally, Iori had mercy on her and broke away, allowing her to wind herself 
down.  He didn't want to miss the look on her face as she came, so he sat up and 
playfully flicked at her still hard nipples with his hands as she still jerked a little bit from 
her sexual assault.  Unable to contain his wicked smile, Iori said "So?  Did you enjoy that 
Leona?"
	Leona couldn't help but bonk him on the head gently, "Oh you!  Of couse I did." 
Then her voice lowered to a whisper, "I've never felt anything like that before in my 
entire life Iori...thank you...but what about you?"
	Iori smirked again, "We'll get to me...now."
	****
	Leona watched as Iori began to lower himself down towards her.  But she didn't 
want to lose this opportunity.  She had to get some form of control over him, even if it 
wasn't a lot.  Rolling him over, Leona came up on top of him.  Iori's eyes widened a bit, 
but he didn't resist.  Raising herself up, she guided the tip of his rock hard shaft towards 
her own opening and asked, "What will happen Iori?"
	Iori said, "Something wondeful, for both of us.  Just go slow, it might hurt at 
first."
	Leona nodded, and slowly began to lower herself onto Iori's cock.  Taking his 
advice, she went slowly, feeling her vaginal walls expand to accomodate this new 
intruder.  But the feeling was euphoric.  Although it was mixed with pain, she felt more 
wonderful than she'd ever thought physically possible.  There was no blood, for Leona 
was a staunch fighter.  Her hymen had broken years ago during combat training, and she 
didn't even notice at the time.
	****
	Finally, Leona managed to take his entire shaft inside her.  Time stopped for both 
of them, and they simply stayed there.  Iori made no move, just grunted in pleasure at the 
feeling of being inside Leona.  "*I can't believe how tight she is!  Father must have given 
me the lowliest of whores, or had abused them long before I ever got to them.  This 
woman is like a vice!*"
	The feeling of being inside Leona, but not wanting to move for fear of hurting her 
was driving Iori crazy.  But finally, Leona slowly, deliberatly, began to move up and 
down.
****
	Leona's face betrayed no pain, but she began bucking up and down on his cock 
anyways, letting the lubrication of her teasing and her orgasm guide Iori through her 
without too much pain.  Soon, the feeling of pain completely vanished, replaced by the 
overwhelming feeling of pleasure as she rode Iori.  She felt his hard fingers latch onto her 
hips, and he began to move her to his pace.  But Leona would have none of that, she 
wanted to control this part, and so she tried to move faster than him.  However, Iori's 
fingers were like steel, and as she moved faster, so did he.  She moaned his name loudly, 
and she could hear his occasional grunt of pleasure, and even better to her, the sound of 
her own name crossed his lips.
	****
	The two were literally slamming their pelvises together, Iori ramming himself 
into her with a furious pace.  Years of longing, lust, hope, and desire were all coming 
together tonight, all in the form of this lovely godess `Leona'.  Leona seemed to be OK 
now, so he didn't fear hurting her as much as he had at the beginning.  She was moving 
faster than he was at some points, and when she finally came again, Iori lurched upwards 
to kiss and caress her breasts again.  Leona brought her finger up to her mouth, and while 
curling it, bit down on the knuckle at the base of her palm.  Both had lost themselves into 
moaning and screaming in pleasure.  Both names were uttered more than once, and 
finally Leona wound down again.
	But Iori was still hungry, and was still very much erect.  Now that Leona was a 
little winded, Iori pushed her off him, rolled her over, and came up from behind her.  
Leona had a few moments to realize what was going on before Iori pressed his cock into 
her wet pussy from behind, and entered her again.  Leona's body again reveled in the 
euphoric feeling of pleasure as Iori began to pound into her again.  Grabbing onto her ass 
for balance, Iori rammed into her with a quick pace.  Watching her breasts giggle back 
and forth only caused his appetite to lust for more.
	After a couple of minutes, Iori pulled out of Leona, and began to spread her ass 
cheeks apart.  Leona gasped a bit, and asked, "Iori?  Now what are...!"  Leona began to 
writhe in pain as Iori's wet and slippery cock began to slide slowly into her ass.
****
	This was too much.  Unlike the vaginal entry, this down right HURT.  Iori was 
going to rip her tender ass if she didn't stop him, so she pleaded, "Please!  Please stop 
that Iori!  It hurts, IT HURTS!!"  Thankfully, the somewhat baffled Iori stopped.
****
	"It does?!  I'm so sorry Leona!"  Iori quickly lunged backwards, pulling his 
slightly embeded member out of her ass.  Cursing himself aloud, Iori almost ripped 
himself down his chest with his own fingers.  But Leona caught his hand and looked 
pleadingly into his eyes.   "*You damn fool, father.  Those bitches you gave me never 
cried out in pain, or begged me to stop when I did this.  They just lay there like the 
garbage they were, never muttering any protest, just letting me rip their assholes apart.  
And your stupidity and my own almost caused me to damage this pure woman!  What a 
fool I was!*"
	Leona quickly rubbed at her slightly violated ass.  "It's OK Iori... You didn't 
know did you?"  He shook his head.  "Then it's OK, really.  I'm just glad you stopped."
	Iori nodded and then said jokingly, "Maybe next time, eh?"
	****
	Leona couldn't help but laugh at that, then reached over the bed and picked up the 
rope she used to tie back her hair.  Bunching it up again, she tied it back quickly and then 
looked over at Iori, cutely swishing her top-heavy ponytail about.
	****
	Iori was captivated at the sight.  Her body was glistening from the sweat of their 
love making, and they both smelled of the sweet scent of it as well.  Her firm breasts 
heaved as she looked at him and then she gently settled back onto the bed, rolled over so 
that they were in the same position as before.  She then spread her legs while blushing 
furiously, and beckoned him to come to her, whispering "Please make me feel that 
wonderful feeling again."  Iori wasted no time in obliging.  Settling in behind her again, 
Iori gently pushed himself inside her again, and began to pump her with renewed force.
Iori, try as he might, could not keep himself back much longer.  Everything about 
this night was burning into his memory, and he wished it would never end.  Iori pumped 
into her and then out, in and then out.  He watched as her breasts slightly bobbled about, 
and as her ponytail swayed back and forth.  Leona's voice was husky with desire, and she 
moaned out louder and louder as Iori began to ram her faster and faster.
	Finally, Leona came, and came hard, clenching down on Iori's cock like a vice.  
The ripples of pleasure rocked her body, and she moaned loudly as Iori continued to 
pump her, coming very close to his own end as well.  Sure enough, the extra tightness 
that Leona had applied was all Iori needed.  After a few more strokes, Iori pulled himself 
out of her, and without caring at all, shot his hot load over the edge of the bed and onto 
the floor.  Some of his seed didn't quite clear the bed, and began to land on the sheets.  
Cursing, Iori quickly moved his hands up and caught what he could.  Finally spent, Iori 
collapsed in a hunched heap, only to be embraced by the warmth of Leona's body a 
moment later.  They both looked at each other, and their eyes said more than their voices 
ever could.
	****
	Leona helped Iori to the bathroom and let him clean himself up.  Leona couldn't 
believe everything she had just gone through, but she had no regrets, other than Iori had 
had more control over the entire situation than she had.  But no matter, she had had the 
time of her life, and she had the `insane' Orochi warrior Iori Yagami to thank for it.
Quickly changing the sheets, Leona threw the dampened sheets next to the other 
ones, and went into the bathroom after Iori.  They both took a quick shower to clean up, 
and then she re-dressed Iori's bandages, thankful that the wound had not re-opened 
during their love making.  Satisfied, the two crawled underneath the satin sheets, and fell 
asleep, Leona's head on Iori's chest, rising and falling in time to his slow, quiet 
breathing.
	****

	Iori awoke the next morning, and felt over to his side.  Nothing.  He checked the 
other side.  Paper.  Quickly sitting up, he saw that his left hand had a hastily written letter 
in it.  With trembling fingers, Iori read the note :
	"To Iori,
I regret that I cannot be with you any longer right now.  I have a lot of paper work to fill 
out, and superiors to answer to.  Know that what happened last night was not a fluke, nor 
was it a dream.  It was real, as real as the hearts that beat in our chests, and the memories 
we will both carry for the rest of our lives.  You made me a real woman last night, and I 
hope that I made you into a real man.  Unfortunately, you had me at a disadvantage.  You 
had some experience in this particular area, whereas I did not.  I will have nothing in my 
life I cannot control.  I understand that even though you have no team mates, you will be 
joining the roster of the King of Fighters Tournament again this year.  Know that I too 
will be there.  This fact and this fact alone gives me hope that we will see each other 
again.  Perhaps this time, we will face each other, and we will be able to see who is 
better.  Then maybe I can have my answers.  Until then, understand that it was one of the 
hardest decisions in my life to not wait for you to wake up this morning, to kiss you and 
do what we did last night all over again.  Farewell Iori,...we WILL see each other again.
			Love, (yes I DO find enough in my heart to call it that, LOVE) 
						Leona"					
	Iori read the note over and over several times.  Finally, he stood up, pulled on his 
boxers and pants and walked outside onto the balcony.  Holding the note in his hand, he 
thought of burning it a few times.  But then, he slowly folded the note up and placed it 
into his back pocket.  He then replayed all of the events of yesterday over and over again 
in his mind, from the bar fight, to the removal of the bullet, to the peeking in the shower, 
and, of course, the love making that had fulfilled both of them.  But Iori felt one word run 
through his head over and over again...LOVE.  Did he love her?  COULD he love her?  
Iori was 22 years old, but he had never even considered the possibility of loving anyone 
other than himself.  Through-out his life, he had been taught hate.  Unconditional and 
total hate.  But now, he wasn't so sure that was incapable of love anymore, despite what 
his father had tried to pound into his skull.  Leona had been so wonderful, that nothing 
his father had `taught' him made any sense now.  And besides, she had FELT.  She had 
felt everything that was happening to them, and reacted accordingly, something Iori had 
never had before.  That alone, he felt, gave him, no...THEM, a chance.
	Iori had solace in the law of opposites.  He could hate, and therefore, he could 
love.  Perhaps his love would be clumsy and awkward at first, but it could be trained, 
refined.  And he knew the perfect woman to help him refine it.  Yes, even he, the mighty 
Iori Yagami, could love.
	That thought hit a strange chord in Iori, causing a slight chuckle rise through his 
throat and through his lips.  He brought up his hand to try to stifle it.  But the thought was 
repeating itself, becoming funnier and funnier the more that he thought about it.  He 
began to laugh harder, and brought his hand up to his forehead.  Then, titling his head 
back a bit, Iori gave into the laughter and let it ring long and loud atop of that 4 star hotel, 
alone with just himself and the clouds.

					END

Well, that's it.  I hope you enjoyed it.  I know that the first part was NOT lemonish, but 
hell, I'm one of those build up author's.  Sure, I can also do the "Hey...you're female, and 
I'm male, let's have sex for no other reason!" plot, but those aren't as interesting to me.  
Besides, as you could probably tell, I like Iori and Leona, and I actually didn't come up 
with this whole crazy idea until someone else brought up the idea of "little Orochi 
children running around".  I heard that and said, "Hell, sounds like a good idea to me!", 
and thus this story was born.  If you have any comments, suggestions, or (Heaven forbid!) 
flames, please let me know about them.  If you want me to make up more stories like 
this, just include your suggested characters and I'll see if I like the idea.  (BTW : I will 
NOT do any same gender sex scenes, either way.  I'm not homophobic, I just don't like 
doin' it.  Besides, how the hell would >I< know ANYTHING about what 2 women are 
feeling whilst getting it on?!)  Anyway...my E-mail address is Ashram@DeltaNet.com or 
Vegeta@AMX.net.  Mata-ne!

Vegeta