Street Fighter: Chun-Li & Son
Chapter 1: At the Doorstep
(Hong Kong)
Families have to do what they can to get by in the world. Sometimes their methods mean giving up something for the greater good of a family. For Chun-Li Xiang, the 'World's Strongest Woman' is going to have to put that strength toward a different kind of responsibility that requires a certain kind of strength that comes from within: motherhood.
It all started one morning when Chun-Li heard footsteps near the door to her apartment, and quickly ran away. Seeing something suspicious, she went to go investigate. What she found at her doorstep she did not expect. A child in a basket with a blanket. By the time the child was placed at her doorstep, the family was long gone, but there was a note
To Whom It May Concern,
Please take our child, and raise him in a family that we cannot provide.
There was no address to send back a reply. After she read the note, the child started to cry. Chun-Li started to panic for a moment, and picked up the baby boy. His brown eyes looked at Chun-Li, and his little arms reached out to her, "You don't have a name, do you?" she asked the child, and smiled a motherly smile, "I know...Michael," she concluded.
She brought the child into her apartment where he was placed on the couch. Chun-Li pulled out her cellphone while Michael crawled about on the couch, "Po-Lin? This is Chun-Li, can you come by my apartment? You're not going to believe this," she said, her fellow police officer came by her apartment an hour later, and the ladies watched the baby boy.
"So the family just left him at your door?" Po-Lin asked,
"Yeah, can you believe it?" Chun-Li replied, picking him up,
"So you're calling him Michael, hmm? Michael Xiang, has a nice ring to it," said Po-Lin, putting her hands on her knees and looking down at the boy, "hello, sonny boy-OUCH!" Michael reached up, grabbing Po-Lin's nose. Chun-Li intervened, scolding Michael for the first time, "the kid's strong, I believe it though, especially with families that are in debt,"
"No! Bad Michael, don't grab Auntie's nose!" Chun-Li scolded,
"So what're going to do?" Po-Lin asked, rubbing her nose,
"The right thing, I will raise him," Chun-Li vowed, Michael reached out to Chun-Li as he wanted to be held. Chun-Li picked him up, "okay, Michael? You can't do things like that, okay?" she said, teaching Michael his first lesson. Chun-Li was 21 at the time, "well then, looks like we're going shopping, Michael," she said to her son, Po-Lin looked confused.
"Wait a minute, we?" Po-Lin questioned, and was dragged in to help out. It was then that Chun-Li was taking on responsibility that she would defend with her life. From diaper changes to bathes and story time, Michael grew and grew as time passed by. By the time he was seven, Michael had turned into an intelligent and a very handsome young lad.
He was also strong, "Michael, it's time," Chun-Li said proudly,
"What do you mean?" Michael asked, Chun-Li grinned to him,
"I mean you have the strength, the stamina, and the mind for the next step in life," said Chun-Li, hugging her adopted son and ruffling his hair, "I'm going to teach you Tai-Chi, I'm going to teach you everything that I know," this was a big step forward for the boy. Chun-Li knew this, "but...my question to you is, are you willing to put in the effort, son?"
"I've heard so much about you and your adventures from the stories Auntie Lin told me, and I wanna make my own path, and have my own adventures just like you," Michael replied, Chun-Li looked on the verge of shedding tears of proudness for her son, "yes, I am willing," with a fist into the hands, they bowed. It was time to start Michael's training.
"There's no going back after this," Chun-Li said as a teacher would,
"And I will push you to be your best, I will be tough," she added,
The training was brutal, but little Michael persevered. From walking up stone stairs with buckets of water and knives strapped to his arms to doing sit-ups with his ankles tied and over a bed of long iron spikes, Chun-Li pushed him hard in his training. Sparring was the toughest, "Get up, Michael, I won't hold my hold out to you, you pick yourself up,"
Every time he was struck down, he would get back up again on his own power. A testament to his inner drive that Chun-Li was trying to get him to embrace. Michael would grin with blood dripping on the side of his mouth, and simply wipe it aside, "Good, that's what I like to see," this went on for another seven years until Michael was now a teenager.
"Look at what you've become, I'm so proud of you," said Chun-Li,
"I love you too, mom," Michael said as they shared a loving hug,
"I remember when I found you," Chun-Li said, sitting next to Michael on a stone bench at the old temple they trained at, "I took up a responsibility that I wasn't prepared for, but I did it because it was the right thing, there were times I couldn't go on, like it was too hard, I know you had moments when we trained, you're just like me, you are my son"
(Author's Note: I know Chun-Li has Li-Fen, this is an alternate story, and a take on Chun-Li having a son)