Maybe it's better off
this way
Open letter to anyone who claims to be a Ryu fan/otaku/junkie/etc: Being probably one of the most under/over(such a paradox)exploited characters, I think of Ryu as an open canvas. Since Capcom has done so little to even give the character a proper story, the only thing that has enhanced Ryu's plot a bit is when Capcom decided to create the Evil Ryu.
Showing that there may be something else on his mind besides that "The Fight Is All" Clique, I decided to become a fanfiction writer. Although I've been writing for about 12 or 13 years, this is the first time I actually decided to open my material for such a larger comunity, such as with the fic...
Prologue
The wind blows. It almost feels as if the sky is about to fall down and wipe everything off the face of earth. A young man knows this particularly well, for he was destined to die at such a short age. Between the bangs of his hazel brown hair, a crimson color outstands. While his right eye is partially closed by a severe bruise, his left eye reveals a red colored pupil.
Suddenly, he feels the need to cover that same eye that glows with such a blinding red light. Like blood was flowing directly from the pupil. After a few moments, his right eye starts to surpass its wounded state and opens; and, as it glares to his right hand... just the sight of it causes a shocking state that can be noticed on the width of his still wounded eye.
His breathing rhythm becomes faster, since he keeps on glaring to that same hand.
"W-w-why?" He slowly mutters to himself. Stained in blood, his right hand seems like a reminder that something horrible just happened-- Yet he doesn't seem to remember what is it.
The oxygen begins to sort effect, as he looks a little calmer. His breathing pattern becomes more stable, while he takes away from his eye his left hand. His eyes remained close, not showing that disturbing red color on his pupils.
"Heresy is not a phase, Hoshi. For you are now officially condemned" Who was it? That voice quickly made its way towards the mind of the white-gi clad warrior, forcing him to open up his eyes. Hoshi... he hadn't heard that name in a long time, even though it was his own.
"Hoshi Ryu. You couldn't just accept your fate... just like your ancestors did. No, you had to prove yourself worthy, for the sake of your sensei's memory" The voice spoke behind him. Ryu, a young one barely on his twenties, made a fearful grin. He did not recognize that voice. However, he knew that, whatever was in store for him, it couldn't be anything to relieve his mind. He sighed heavily.
"But you're not here to insult Gouken's memory" Without turning back to face this mysterious person, a shadow haunted his face, while he lowered his head. "Speak your business, whoever you are"
"Fair enough..." The voice was now clear and strong. "... You, Hoshi Ryu, are found guilty of the crime of murdering the appointed executioner of the Hoshi clan: Gouki. Not only that, but to use as well the ankatsuken ryuu to perform such felony"
Ryu held his chin high once again, while he turned back to finally come to an about face with this person that sprawled about a sentence. It was a dark haired woman, that looked about his age... she had long black hair, that matched her athletic, yet feminine build. She was wearing a black top that revealed her belly slightly, matching with a black short skirt.
She started to approach towards him. When she stood right in front of him, Ryu felt a little chill down his spine, as she started to caress his right cheek.
"Such a waste... but if you're strong enough, we may see each other again" She quickly takes her other hand and puts it on his other cheek, and gently kisses him. Ryu stood there, completely surprised.
As the kiss ended, Ryu opened and closed his eyes several times, showing his complete awe. Meanwhile, the mysterious woman started to walk away.
"Wait... who are you? And what kind of nexus links you to Gouki?"
"I told you once... if you're strong enough to survive what lies ahead of you, you night find out more" While turning her head back to face the still surprised warrior, she winked at him.
"I expect you to. Don't let me down… Ryu-kun" She stated, while turning away to continue her path. She blushed a little when saying those words.
Ryu didn't know what to say, or even what to do next, as for that matter. His mind had so many questions, yet no one could point him an answer. He looked down, trying to figure out something to do.
(Maybe I should just start off by cleaning this mess...) He thought, while walking towards the dojo that stood behind him. The front gate was completely torn apart, so were the wooden windows.
Most of the sliding doors had holes and were completely useless. At the center of the dojo, in the training grounds, a body lied completely lifeless. The hair of the now corpse was red, resembling the color that now glows on both of Ryu's eyes. The eyes, however, were completely white, indicating that indeed this person had passed away.
"You fool... I knew you dragged my master down to death, but I never knew that you had already covered your toll with my family" Ryu stood there, right by the side of the now corpse of Gouki, the self-proclaimed master of the fist.
On the chest of the now defunct, two notorious wounds were perceptible through his pierced black gi. One was on his lower stomach, while the second rested on his solar plexus. A third wound could be sighted in his mouth, completely covered by his own blood.
His blood was particular. It was a little darker than the average blood. Since the death time hasn't passed that much, those weren't blood clots: this was his natural blood color.
Since rigor mortis hasn't kicked in, Ryu was able to take both of Gouki's arms and put them in a crossed stance, with his fingers touching the opposite shoulder of the respective arm. But, something remained that disturbed Ryu greatly. His eyes were still open.
"You fought well... it was really the hardest battle I had in all my life" Ryu quickly took a quick look on his own body. Most of his white gi was completely covered by blood or dirt.
His right eye was still black and blue. His mouth was still bleeding, even when that strange woman locked lips with him. His red gloves were practically gone... he was, more than anything still surprised that he could still stand on his feet.
(But it seems this is just beginning) He thought, while leaving Gouki's side.
When he returned, he had a large, white bed sheet on hands. After covering Gouki's body with it, Ryu took both his hands together for a moment...
After he was done, he touched both of Gouki's now stiff feet. The corpse was now on flames. Hoshi quickly took a last glare towards his enemy.
(If that woman was right, then you dragged me down to your shit-hole...)
Although he didn't showed, Ryu was furious. He barely could survive this battle, but probably knowing that there might be other life or death battles lying ahead of him, the white head banded warrior gave a thought.
(Burn... burn with everything this lie stood for. Burn with this lie that were the last 2 decades of my life... vengeance meant nothing... I hope you're happy now)
While resuming out of the dojo grounds, he stared at this autumn sky. The sun was just setting. The only thing he was carrying was a white, beat-up duffle bag.
(A Masquerade, huh? A hustle it is then) Ryu decided to take off his white headband. He grasped on the frontal fabric. He closed his eyes; mind digging on the slim amount of clues he had of the up-coming events... if any.
(Self-centered assholes...) He thought, while taking his duffle bag off the ground.
(... Whoever you are)
He was used to leave on short notice, whenever he had no further need for a certain place to stay at. Now he had no reason whatsoever to return to this place.
All memories began to become feeble… he's never been homeless… but now that the ghosts have came back, the peace this dojo—no, this sanctuary brought to him was no more.
A building was leveled to the ground, engulfed by the flames. Suddenly, the flames were extinguished, leaving nothing but the torn debris caused by a sinister.
(May rest finally takes you on its arm, Gouken sensei)
This is my second sight on S.F. Although I don't expect to become a constant S.F. writer, I hope this won't be my last effort into this series. Also, if you get to check my other fics, feel free to give me a piece of your mind. I take it all.
