The Tiger and Dragon: One Shots

A Street Fighter Fanfiction

By The Headcrook

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Side Story 1: Confrontation

-Divinity School of Swordmanship/Miya's Home, Shujinku District, Tokyo, Japan-

Note: There are several refernces from the movie 'Ong-Bak: The Thai Warrior.'

Miya Hoshi had three months left before the grand opening for her kendo school.

Three months and two days, by her count, not counting the day she was currently taking off. The dojo, which was an abandoned two-story loft in the Shinjuku section of Tokyo, was the same place she had set up shop with Marz while she was pursuing Cracker Jack and Doctrine Dark for murdering her foster mother, and attempting to kill her brother and her future sister-in-law.

Since avenging her foster mother, Miya had connected back with her brother, who was currently on his honeymoon with his Chinese wife. Of course, if Ryu Hoshi was your older brother and your former boss would have found out that the best way to his target was through the sister that Bison never knew about, he would throw a fit.

Miya was in the middle of her dojo, praticing her Wai khru (The dance of Muay Thai) before praticing her Lethwei fighting style, clad in a pair of kickboxing shorts and a tanktop, her hands and feet wrapped in kickboxing tape. At the age of sixteen, she was the youngest of the now-defunct Doll program. She was also an expert in several styles of martial arts, which had gained the attention of various fighters, not to mention numerous marriage proposals from many men and offers of employment as well.

The dojo interior was slightly bigger than Ryu's Sora dojo, complete with a lacquered wooden carving of the Great Buddha on the far wall, upkeeping Miya's tradition of being a praticioner of the Kachin variant of Lethwei. Bokkens and bamboo swords lined the walls, as well as insignia of Fuurinkazan, located on two paper signs located on either side of the Great Buddha.

So far, everything was perfect, Miya realized as she continued to work on her fighting skills in Thai. Traditional Muay Thai music was playing from a CD player nearby. As she went through her Lethwei routine, she called out the names of her moves in Thai. Not out loud, but out of habit, as a result of her Lethwei training under the legendary master, Kru Dam.

"Grounded feet...crocodile tail...elephant's face...Hanuman's ring...bolting horse...ogre's sword...Hera's fall...solders' march...mad elephant...cutting through enemy...avoiding danger...dropping your head..."

As she continued to practice, Miya didn't know that she was being watched. The newcomer watched Miya pratice, arms folded.

"Knight throwing axe...wave smashing shore...meeting a friend...monkey catcher...breaking joints...snake chase lizard...shaking cliff...sticky water...throwing the spear...shattering sword... raise the body...horse replace bird...foot meets face...Haruman visits Lanka..."

The music was then abruptly cut off. That was when Miya has sensed someone behind her. Without turning around, Miya said, "I'm not open for business, and if you got a marriage or business proposal, I'm not interested."

"You're still doing some of those moves wrong, young Miya."

Miya stopped when she heard the voice. "I know that voice..."

She turned around. It was a man, bald, standing well over seven-feet tall and a walking mountain of muscle. A simple overcoat covered his massive frame, the only thing he was wearing was a pair of cargo pants and a pair of boots (i.e., what he wore in the Animated Movie) The coat was open enough to reveal that he wasn't wearing a shirt. The massive scar, a dark mass of flesh, stretched from his right shoulder to his lower left torso. There was also a scar near his left eye, which was solid white. His other eye was covered with an eyepatch. Wrapped on both his forearms and hands, was white kickboxing tape.

"At least you can speak my native tongue with no problem," Victor Sagat dryly noted, addressing her in English.

Miya brought both her hands together and bowed in the traditional Muay Thai fashion, in a show of respect. Sagat returned the gesture. "Master Sagat. This is unexpected. What brings you here to Japan?"

Sagat looked around the establishment with his one eye. "It seems that you have made yourself a new life here, Miya. There is something that I wanted to ask of you. It's concerning him."

Miya knew what he was talking about all too well. "So you heard the rumors. Well let me clarify them for you. Ryu is my brother. He told me about the...circumstances concerning that scar on your chest. But the question for you is whether or not you come in peace...or with your fists?"

Sagat looked at the former Shadowlaw operative for a long moment. "Eventhough you are Ryu's sister, you were my greatest student. My quarrel is with him, not you."

"Well that's good to know. How about some tea?"

Miya's loft was located above her dojo. Inside the kitchen, teacher and student were talking over a cup (or in Sagat's case, a glass) of tea. Miya had changed out of the kickboxing shorts and into a pair of track pants.

"I've heard through various sources that your foster mother was murdered," Sagat said.

Miya nodded. Even after all this time, it was still a rough subject to deal with. Aside from Ryu and Chun Li, her foster mother was the only family she had left.

"Jack and Dark found out about my relationship with Ryu," Miya confirmed. "That he was my brother."

"I've thought as much. Very despicable thing to do. Junko was a kindred soul. She didn't deserve to die the way she did. Reminds me of my own mother."

"If it wasn't for Ryu and Chun Li, then I wouldn't been able to avenge her."

Sagat took a sip from his tea. "So where is your brother?"

"On his honeymoon." Off Sagat's surprised look, Miya continued. "He and Chun Li had gotten married several days ago."

Sagat looked up. "The Chinese Interpol agent? I find it hard to believe."

Miya excused herself for a moment. When she returned, she was holding a framed photo in her hands. Miya handed it over to Sagat. Sagat looked at the photo. It was that of Ryu and Chun Li's wedding day in Hong Kong. Ryu and Chun Li were both dressed in their wedding attire. Ken, his wife Eliza, and Miya were also in the picture; Ken dressed as the best man, and Miya as one of the bridesmaids.

"They were lovers when they were younger," Miya explained. "But when Chun Li's father died, they seperated and after the last tournament, they got back together again."

"Hmmm...interesting." Sagat handed the photo back to Miya. "Looks like there is something that Ryu found worth fighting for."

"What are you doing here in Japan anyway?" Miya asked.

"An Akido master challenged me to a fight," Sagat explained. He gave her a wry grin. "It didn't go all too well for him. Then I find out that you're opening up a kendo school and I had to come and pay you a visit. And to get something off my chest."

Miya sat back down. "What is it?"

"I want you to give your brother a message when he returns." Sagat paused for a moment. "I was angry for so long for losing to him, for what he did to me." He motions to the mass of scar tissue on his chest. "But now, I realise the consequences of this scar wasn't his fault. In our first match, he was seduced by the Dark Hadou, which resulted with the scar on my chest. I myself was blinded by my own arrogance. Even a rivalry has its limits and a true rival should not be seduced with dark power, nor blinded with rage."

He stood up, looking down on Miya. "Tell him to train...and train well. When the time is right, I expect a rematch. A clean one, to see who is the better fighter. The time may be soon, or down the road. But rest assure...I will have my rematch against him."

Miya stood up from her seat. Sagat then bowed in the traditional Muay Thai fashion. Miya returned the gesture. Sagat then left without incident.

Several days later, Ryu and Chun Li returned from their honeymoon.

Before heading back home, they visited Miya at her dojo/home. There, Miya told her brother about her meeting with Sagat and delivered his message to him.

Ryu nodded in understanding. "I thought as much. I look forward to the challenge when it comes."