King Of Fighters Fanfiction X Dead Or Alive

Fake lair

K' had no idea of what these people were planning. They snuck out really early in the morning, without K's knowledge. It was a challenge for Krizalid to quietly sneak out of their room since K' was a very light sleeper.
But he was glad to see that K' was fast asleep. Krizalid decided that it was not a good idea to change there and brought his clothes with him to the bathroom instead.
Maxima and Kula met with him in the living room. Kula giggled excitedly as they went next door to call the others.
Soon, they were in the basement parking lot, climbing into either Foxy's Nissan Alitima or Krizalid's Toyota Avalon. They drove straight to the cave where the Ikari Base was hidden. They hid their cars and went in. Ralf was waiting for them and led them in to the 'lair'.
It looked like an actual villain's lair. They looked around the place and were kinda bothered. At last, they arrived to what looked like a throne room.
"Is this a setup or does it look like this everyday?" Krizalid asked, looking around the place.
"Nah it's just a setup," Ralf said. He chuckled and motioned for Seirah to go get him something. She rolled her eyes and went to get it. "Wait till you see this!"
He motioned for Seirah to press a button and she did. Krizalid was shocked at what appeared on the wall. It was a tapestry with a picture of him on the throne, sitting pridefully with one leg on top of the other. On the other wall, another tapestry with K' sitting on his bike, wearing sunglasses, appeared.
"Do you like it?" Ralf asked, seeing Krizalid's awestruck face.
"It's-It's beautiful!" Krizalid exclaimed. "When did you make these?"
"We got it done secretly," Ralf said with a smirk. "Whippy said that it wasn't just Dash's birthday, considering that you are a part of K' too. So I got one made for you too."
"You wanted this too, Seirah?" Krizalid asked in surprise. "Seirah!"
"It isn't just Dash's birthday, Kriz," Seirah said with a smile. "It's yours too."
"Then what about the 23rd October?" Krizalid asked, confused. "That's when I was created."
"We can have a small celebration for you then," Ralf quickly said, taking out a bag. "Right now, it's time for K'. Here, put this on."
"What is it?" Krizalid asked, taking the bag and peeking it.
"Coat," Ralf said with a smirk. "And a replica of your battle suit."
"So I have to burn that coat off again?" Krizalid asked in dismay.
"Yes, but we made you another, more expensive one," Ralf said. "All under Commander Heidern's expenses."
"You mean he paid for this?" Krizalid asked, holding up the bag that Ralf just gave him.
"Affirmative," Clark said with a nod. "That and K's birthday outfit."
"Those are my gifts to you," Heidern said, coming out of a passage made of the rocks. He wasn't wearing his usual military uniform but a white formal suit instead.
"Thanks, Commander," Krizalid said with an amusing salute. "I'm sure Dash would like his outfit too."
"You sure about that, Kriz?" Maxima whispered jokingly. "I've never seen him liking anything associated with outfits besides that leather jacket of his..."
"Max..." Krizalid said, chuckling. "Alright, where's the changing room? I need to get into costume."
"Oh and Whippy!" Ralf suddenly called. "You need to take a picture with Kriz."
"Oh great..." Seirah said in an annoyed tone.
Krizalid soon came out, wearing the replica of his boss outfit. Ralf motioned Seirah to take a picture with him.
"Also, Whippy, wear this sweater with overalls," Ralf said, handing a bag to her. "K' would definitely get suspicious when he sees that his sister is wearing a fancy dress when she's being kept hostage."
Seirah rolled her eyes and put the sweater on. She topped it off with a overall dress that completely concealed her sequin dress underneath.
"Okay, I'm ready," Seirah said. "Come on."
Ralf handed Krizalid a pocket knife.
"What's that for?" Krizalid asked, hoping that he wasn't supposed to hurt Seirah.
"Just hold it against Whippy's face while taking the photo," Ralf said, shoving the knife at him. "Hold it, silly. I'll snap the photo."
Krizalid took the switchblade and opened it. Ralf asked him to hold Seirah in a half hug with the knife in his hand.
"Don't let your other arm show, let it seem like you're the one that's taking the picture with your other hand," Ralf said. Krizalid did as he was told and posed with Seirah. He held it with a serious look.
"Okay, now you're the one that looks like a hostage," Ralf said, annoyed. "Make an evil face, Kriz..."
Krizalid decided to smirk. A twitching, panicked smirk. Ralf looked up from his phone and shook his head.
"That's not the evil Krizalid face I know," Ralf said. "Do your usual evil smile, dude!"
Krizalid became annoyed and smiled wider. He thought about strangling Ralf, and the sinister smile instantly crept up onto his face.
"That's more like it!" Ralf said, snapping photos of them. "Alright, hold still."
Ralf gave them the thumbs-up and they immediately pulled away from their position.
"What did you actually think about when giving out that sinister smile?" Seirah asked her brother's clone. "I heard you grunt in disgust. What did you actually think about?"
"Strangling Ralf," Krizalid said in a low voice. "What about you? You genuinely looked horror stricken!"
"Spending an entire day alone with Ralf," Seirah said, also in a low voice. "In one room, with no Clark, no Leona and no Commander to save me. That's enough to make me flee the country."
Krizalid started laughing when she said that. He returned the knife back to Ralf.
"Alright, now we ask Maxima to send it to our birthday boy using an untraceable number," Ralf said. "Max?"
"On it," Maxima said. "Send me the picture."
Ralf did and Maxima received it with his system. He sent the picture to K's phone.
"Okay now we tie Whippy up," Ralf said, grinning. "You know, for the feels?"
"Seriously?" Seirah said, annoyed. "Whatever, come on."
Ralf led Seirah to another room behind the throne. The others followed them. All the other guests were there, waiting.
"When K' arrives, you guys go hide in that room over there, okay?" Ralf said, pointing to another door. "Now we have to tie Whippy."
Heidern stopped him and asked Leona to do it instead. Seirah heaved a sigh of relief. Krizalid too.
Soon, Seirah was bound and gagged on the chair like a proper hostage.
"Not too tightly," Krizalid warned. "Or else I'm gonna tie you up so tightly that the rope is cutting through your skin!"
"Tell that to Colonel Ralf," Leona said, tying Seirah up. "But don't worry, I'm not tying it tightly. Tell me if it's too tight, Sally."
"No, you're doing okay, Leona," Seirah said with a smile. Then she turned to Krizalid. "You sound like Dash when you say that. You're like my big brother now."
"Though I'm older, I'm still your baby brother," Krizalid said with a soft smile. "Ralf, is this fails, I'm gonna skin your alive."
Ralf simply grunted in reply while digging in his prop bag. He took out a roll of duct tape and grinned.
"Is the tape really necessary?" Seirah asked, seeing the roll of tape. "Seriously? Colonel!"
"Just for now," Ralf said, tearing a piece and handing it to Leona. "Don't worry, you'll be safe here. You're not an actual hostage."
Seirah nodded while Leona put the tape over her mouth.
"Are you sure Dash is not gonna burn you alive?" Iori asked, smirking at Ralf. "I mean, he would definitely kill you when he finds out what you put his sister through..."
"Oh come on, it isn't even real," Ralf said lightly. "It's all for show."
"Well, tell that to K'," Kyo said with a smirk.
Ralf looked over at Seirah. Though she was tied up, she looked annoyed and bored.
"Try to look pleading when Dash arrives," Ralf told her. "Or else he wouldn't believe you."
Seirah rolled her eyes in reply.
"Alright, back to the main room," Ralf said. "Clark, roll up K's tapestry. Leave Kriz's one unrolled. He's the star of the show."
"More like the evil villain," Kriz muttered, annoyed.
He still kinda shuddered at the thought of K' arriving and seeing his surprise. He was the one that was gonna get beaten up, not Ralf. He planned to explain everything to K' and beat Ralf up together with him.