All I want for Christmas is... Part 1
Late November.. San Francisco, California
There were few things that could strike fear into the heart of the World's Strongest Fighter, but going shopping right after Thanksgiving was soon found out to be one of them.
"Watch where the hell you are going!" Ken screamed at the silver BMW that had just barley missed hitting his bright red Porsche.
"Man!" Ken fumed. "You mention an after Thanksgiving sale, and the whole town turns into a bunch of savages."
Continuing on their way, Ken and Ryu sped off down one of the many streets of San Francisco.
"Like I was saying before. We always enjoy having you over for Thanksgiving, or any time for that matter. Mom and Dad invited us and a few other couples to Aspen for Christmas this year."
"The invitation extends to you as well. My folks think of you as their other son." Ken smiled.
Ryu thought about the offer for a second, but decided it would be best if he declined.
"I'm sorry Ken, but I would feel out of place. Thank your family for their kind offer." Ryu replied.
"So what are you going to do? Training I suppose?" Ken asked.
Ryu sighed. Ken looked seriously at his friend for a minute, then returned his eyes to the road.
They drove on in silence till they came to a local mall.
After a few minutes of trying to find a place to park, the two walked from the end of the parking lot towards the mall. Ken had convinced the wanderer to trade in his trademark white gi for a less conspicuous look.
Fighting the huge shopping crowds and lines, They found a vacant table in the food court and sat down for a break. Ken had several bags, while Ryu had none.
"Watch the table and stuff, and I'll go grab some food and drinks." Ken said making his way off into the crowds.
As Ken disappeared, Ryu silently scanned the crowded dinning area. Many people were seated around him. Some were laughing and having a good time with friends, others talking seriously about business deals, and those sitting holding hands with their loved ones.
Ryu felt a sharp pang of regret as he watched them. What was it like to have someone that loved you that much unconditionally? He saw that same kind of emotion when Ken and Eliza were together.
The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became sitting there. Ken watched him closely from the line he was standing in. What was that look on his best friend's face? It was unmistakable; he had only seen that look one other time. It was the look of longing.