Note: I don't own any of the Capcom fighters featured in this fic.

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"Aaah!"

A Japanese girl shot up out her bed in a jerk, eyes wide.  On instinct, she put a hand on her heart, which was beating steadily, and gasped for air.  She was around 18 or so, her brown hair messed up due to the mixure of sweat and pillow.  Sweat?  Yes.  Sweat.  She'd been sweating in her sleep.  The Taiyo High student known as Hinata Wakaba had just had a nightmare... a rather realistic nightmare... or was it a nightmare...?  She wasn't sure herself.

Taking a while to calm down, she wordlessly felt her body, moving the hand that rested on her heart up to her right breast, then up to her forehead.  Still slightly groggy from sleep, Hinata tried to recall bits and pieces of the dream she had...

"Are you sure you want to do this, Hinata?  It's my first time going out with an--"

"Don't worry about me...  I just want you...  That's all...  Don't stall it for anything..."

{What... what was that about...?} she asked herself.  Out of all that she just dreamed, those two sentences were all that could be put into understanding terms.  Shaking her head, Hinata attempted to move... but stopped.  She felt something wet below her...  Throwing her bed sheets to her side, Hinata looked down towards her pantied sex... and what she managed to see through the darkness wasn't new to her...

She put a hand on the area that made her who she was... and heaved a sigh.

{Not again...} she muttered to herself.  She let loose during the night, her dream getting her body excited, and being that she was asleep, it was easy for her to expose her juices.  With another sigh, Hinata heaved her body out her bed and headed to the bathroom.

Hinata had her own bathroom connected to her bedroom, so it didn't take long for her to get inside and run her hand down the side of the wall, finally finding the light switch and flicking it on.  The light shot into her eyes, making her cover her eyes for a while, getting used to the adjust of atmosphere.

{This is the 5th time in two weeks...} Hinata said to herself as she turned on the bathroom faucet and let the water run, taking off her white panties which were now a light gray color.  Holding the underwear in one hand, she stared at it, as if to find something... before finally tossing it to the ground.  By this time the water in the sink had filled up and Hinata turned it off, grabbing a washcloth from the side and soaking it in the warm water.

{I didn't have this problem like this...} Hinata continued to talk to herself as she began to clense her private area from the presense of her own sex juice.  {I mean I had it periodically... but now I think it's getting out of proportion...}

While she did her duty, Hinata took the time to think.  Each time she had one of her accidents, she'd always have some sort of dream that would allude her upon reaching consciousness... but this time she caught a bit of it...  Two sentenses... one that belonged to herself...  That's what made her edgy...

"Don't worry about me...  I just want you...  That's all..."

"Why would I say that...?" she asked herself out loud, stopping her washing process, leaving the washcloth out onto her lower entrance.  "It's not like I'm in love or something...  I'm only having my... mind playing around...  That's all..."

Not thinking about it again, the girl re-soaked and lathered her washcloth wuth some generic soap and ran it quickly around her body, most around her stomach, chest, and shoulders.  It was a full minute of uninterrupted clensing until she stopped again, looking back at her bedsheets that were in the dark of her bedroom.

{I'll have to clean those tomorrow morning...} she sighed, unintentionally moving the cloth of hers back towards her vagina.  {My dad's going to think I'm going to need potty training or something...}

She started to think again but she stopped, realizing that her hand started to have a mind of it's own, lightly rubbing the cloth onto her special area.  Forcing herself to stop, Hinata finished her business in the bathroom and drained the water from the sink.  She then ditched her panties into her hamper and turned out the light, facing darkness yet again.  Being temporaliy blinded didn't stop Hinata from grabbing her blankets and bed sheet and tossing it to the floor, reliying on the nightlight entering from her window.  She then took a towel that she rested on the side of the bed in case of such events and laid it out on the bed, covering the spot which was soiled at.  She then walked across the room and opened a drawer to one of her dressers, getting out a blue comforter.  She looked up, giving her alarm clock a glare.  It read 3:06 A.M.

{I just hope this stops soon...  I'm tired of having to do laundry every morning...} Hinata once again said inside her mind.  Without thinking about it again she threw herself onto the bed and drifted off to sleep again with the single comforter keeping her warm.

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"Haaaaaaaaaaaa.....  AAAAAHHH!!!!"

The only thing on the dark-skinned teens' mind was his movements as he ran across the plain greenfield that surrounded him.  Both his fists here covered with ki flames, whipping around in the breeze as their owner took off.  It was a clear morning with few clouds in the sky.  A perfect day for Darrell Markis to start his daily training.  Oushi Park was his training grounds, so to speak since he moved from America to Japan.  Ironically, he never had the sence of being left out or being casted out as an outcast.  To Darrell, being here was his dream come true.

Going up a small hill, Darrell took off into the air, coming down with a downward strike with his left fist.  Spinning with the momentum in which he came down, he threw out a spinning roundhouse kick, aiming at nothing but air.  He then started another blow with his left but feinted it, ducking down while switching his moment to sway and come up with a fierce kick with his left leg.  The burning youth then followed with a backhand with his right, then a left jab.

Three quick kicks with the left.  Sweep kick.  Uppercut.  Air Jump.  Slegehammer blow.

While coming down, Darrell paused, wearing a smirk on his face.  It was another solid run...

"And that's why I'm the best at what I do!" he said to himself while getting up and putting his hands behind his back, arching his back backwards to stretch, his flames turning off.  Twisting his torso and doing some more random stretches, Darrell finally stopped and sat down on the green grass below him.  He was on top of a legde, above a section of Oushi Park with a nice view of the city streets beyond the fences.  Darrell took a long breath of fresh air.  Things were looking pretty good today...

{I wonder what I should do now?} he asked himself.  {Sakura's gone off with Kei and Karin to the mall and I don't feel like being bothered with Batsu...  Maybe I should decide that over some food...  All this excercise is making me hungry.}

Darrell then looked up to the beautiful scene of blue sky mixed with the white puffs of clouds, the wind playfully passing by.  It was feeling so good that Darrell laid back onto the grass just to stare at the morning sky.

{But first... I think I'll relax and admire this...}

"Darrell?"

{Or maybe not...  Hey, was that Hinata's voice?}

Darrell moved his eyes to look to his side, where he caught sight of one of his friends, the Taiyo girl named Hinata Wakaba.  She wore denim jeans and a sleeveless white shirt with a pink flower design on it.  Darrell looked up to her forehead, which was bare, then her hands.  No sparring gloves this time around.

"Hey, Hinata." he greeted.  "Didn't expect you to be here."

Hinata shrugged.  "Neither did I... but when I saw flames in the distance, I had a hunch that it was you.  Where's Sakura?"

"Shopping.  Kei and Karin's with her."

Hinata nodded in acceptance.  "Still sorta early though..."

Darrell raised an eyebrow.  "Hina...  I think it's around 10:34 or so..."

"Really?  Heh..  Must have lost count of the time.  I had a bit of a rough night last night."

"What happened?  Restless night?"

"Yeah, you could say that."

"Well... did you get back to sleep?"

"Yeah.  I'm still a little tired, though." and with that the Taiyo student took a seat next to her Tamagawa buddy.  "How's things, Darrell?"

Darrell gave Hinata a bit of a lazy look before turning away and looking to his side.  "Nothing much...  Rahter bored since Sakura's gone.  I thought I'd train, then go get something to eat and head home.  Nothing much...  You?"

"Nothing planned here either.  My mother tried to get me to stay to cook some lunch but I managed to scamper out the back door before she found me."

"Sneaky..." Darrell said in a low tone with a smirk on his face.  Hinata elbowed him in the side and continued.

"I thought I'd go out for a walk for a sec.  After that I didn't know what I was going to do.  Taiyo doesn't allow summer jobs, so I don't know what to do."

Darrell twisted his face once again as the wind picked up again.  "Yeah, bummer..."

Hinata sighed.  "Yeah..." she copied in a low tone.

The two spent about 10 minutes just lying on their backs, staring up into the sky.  Occasionally, some one would speak about a random topic and the other would answer but untimately it was rather quiet.  Not a lot of people were at this part of the park so they were undisturbed for the most part, letting the sound of nearby traffic down their ears.

During this time, Hinata still had the events of that night in her mind, especially the little conversation that kept rewinding in her mind...

"Are you sure you want to do this, Hinata?  It's my first time going out with an--"

"Don't worry about me...  I just want you...  That's all...  Don't stall it for anything..."

The second voince was hers.  She was sure of it, but who was the first?  It sounded so unique and unlike anyone she knew...  It worried her, since as she put on her clothes and did her laundry earlier that morning, something kept provoking that she heard it before... possibly in her other dreams...  Still, she couldn't put a finger on it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Darrell standing up, grabbing her attention.

"Hey, Hina," Darrell yarned out while stretching, "I'm going out to eat at a nice breakfast place.  If you want, you can come with."

Hinata was startled at first but quickly put 1 and 1 together.

"Yeah... let's go."

Hinata rolled backwards to her feet and walked to Darrell's side, who was busy trying to get his blue handguards off his hands.

"New gloves, huh?" Hinata teased.

"Yeah," Darrell mumbled while trying to just slide them out.  "Some new model with zippers and stuff that I really don't need.  I should have sticked with the ones that I bought years ago.  I don't know how you manage to keep those orange ones you got.  I thought you'd outgrow them."

The Taiyo girl smirked.  "No...  I got those gloves from my uncle as a present years back.  No matter what those always fit.  I don't know why...  They just do."

"Lucky you..." the African-American grunted out while finally putting his hands to his side.  "Yeesh...  This is embarrasing..."

"Let me take a look at it."

Without getting a response from Darrell, Hinata grabbed a hand and inspected it.  The zipper was running around the base of the hand or rather, along the wrist.  Currently it was stuck on a piece of the leather...  Hinata grabbed it and pushed it back before running it back to unzip.  It worked like a charm.

"Nice, Hinata," Darrell thanked while easily getting to others off and into his pocket.  "I'm sure that I could return these but I really don't want to go all the way across Tokyo again..."

Hinata smiled.  "Don't worry about it.  I'm pretty sure you'll find a use for them."

"I hope so.  Well, are you ready?"

"Whenever you are.  Let's get some food, eh?"