Yay! Finally from yours truly, a brand new SF fic! :) Man it's really tough trying to get back my fanfic fire, but hopefully it will be here to stay. :) Okay, so basically, what I'm doing will be more of a series than a single story. Basically, it will be split into a few parts with the timeline being considered from Guy's own POV via the official canon means. Basically it will be like:
Pre- first Street Fighter era aka the beginning
Street Fighter 1/Final Fight 1
Street Fighter Zero 2/Final Fight 2/Final Fight Revenge
Street Fighter Zero 3
Final Fight 3
Street Fighter 4 series
Final Fight Streetwise
Do take note that while the default main character will be Guy, focus will basically be split via different characters in a single arc format. Because of the fact that the characters will cross paths with each other one way or another, be prepared to see certain recurrent scenarios in certain forms.
Also because the SF4 series is still in the running, I won't do anything about it until everything has been accounted for. Which basically presents me with a headache. Since FFSW has been out, should I try to do that part first even though it's actually later than the SF4 series timeline wise? I need your input on this one, so please let me know via reviews.
And lastly, once everything in this series is done, I plan to move on with the so-called main course where the real whammy will come for you guys. Only problem is when the SF4 storyline will end since I believe that will be the last SF canon game to feature Guy.
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Bushin Kaiden
Bushin no Otoko: Chapter 1 - Where It All Began
You're destined to walk that path... the path full of sacrifice and trials. It's your fate and you can't run from it. From your own ideals to a life that break everything you believed before apart... yet do not lose heart, for you will find your own redemption should you stay strong...
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"HIROSHI!"
"WAAAAGGGGHHHH!"
Upon the loud shout, a young Japanese boy around the age of ten fell flat on his back as his chair got tipped backwards totally, hence resulting in a comical scene that got his fellow classmates giggling.
"Erm, did I fall asleep just now" asked the boy named Hiroshi as he got up, only to see an angry face of his English teacher staring at him.
"Well hello there Kurogawa-sensei... is there anything wrong here? You seemed like you're having a constipation..." grinned Hiroshi in a sheepish manner as he scratched his head.
"Hiroshi... what did I say just now?" growled the said teacher.
"Well... is it the way boku should be written in kanji?"
"WRONG! THIS IS AN ENGLISH CLASS! DETENTION!"
Shit... Kuromaru is at it again...
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"Hi Oyaji. I'm back..." said Hiroshi as he entered his family's apartment at an uptown area of Shinjuku.
"Finally Hiroshi you're back. What's with you anyway? Detention again?" frowned a middle aged Japanese man around his late thirties.
"Well yeah. Kuromaru got pissed because I can't pay attention for a brief moment. If I'm not at the receiving end, the entire volcano eruption might be something worth seeing..." commented Hiroshi sourly.
"Hiroshi, you should be more respectful to your teacher..." chided a Japanese woman around the same age.
"Sorry Okachan... it's just that I hate English. The words always went into some kind of weird horizontal direction." grumbled Hiroshi.
"Unrepentant as always," sighed Hiroshi's mother.
"Well, you don't have to fetch me to and fro for school if you dislike it," replied Hiroshi with a victorious smirk. His mother knew what he was thinking, but yet being too softhearted to rebutt him.
"Yes I know I can't put you alone outside there. Shinjuku isn't a safe city by Japan's standards you know..." sighed his mother in a resigned manner.
"Yay! I just know it!" cheered Hiroshi in an obviously immature manner.
"Enough of that!" retorted Hiroshi's father as he bonked him across the head, "Don't think you can take advantage of your Okasan."
"Ow that hurts, Oyaji! By the way you should be working!" winced Hiroshi.
"Unfortunately for you, my superior has something on that somehow required me to take half day off."
"That sucks..."
"Mind your language kid," frowned Hiroshi's father disapprovingly, "This isn't the first time."
"Well, blame it on TV then. Okasan always switched on that box in our living room,"
"Don't play smart with me. But then again, quibbling with you always saps me of my strength," sighed Hiroshi's father, "Yuriko, I just watched over the kitchen for you. Everything's okay."
"Thanks Kazuma. It seems that we can have dinner on time," smiled Hiroshi's mother.
"So what will we be having?" asked Hiroshi enthusiastically.
"Well, basically it's rice, grilled saba, tori karaage and miso soup."
"And?" questioned Hiroshi further as his eyes widened with expectation.
"Cold tofu,"
"Yay! I knew it! I knew it!" exclaimed Hiroshi with joy as he jumped up and down, "Now there left only salmon ochazuke for supper!"
"You're spoiling him, Yuriko," frowned Kazuma after which his lips started to curve upwards, "but then again, I can close one eye as long as you cook my favourite grilled saba."
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"Are you sure you've found him?"
"Yes there's no doubt about it Yamamura-sama. Thirty Ninth Street, Shinjuku. Our target is there..."
"Good. Continue to keep an eye on him. We will strike once the chance presents itself. This whole thing mustn't be known to any country beyond our own. In fact our people shouldn't know about it as well. It's way too risky where Japan's interests are concerned.
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"Kazuma, it's me Kanegawa. They've found out where you are. Leave the country while you can. Japan is no longer a safe place especially with the government hot on your heels,"
The entire conversation between the two friends weighed heavily upon Kazuma's shoulders. What was meant to happen will always happen. This has been the truth he was trying to escape all the while ever since he made the decision to go against the state. And it was this very mentality that he had never tried to leave his homeland. He has grown too attached to the things he has throughout his life. He thought that nobody would know his deed, but in the end he was too naive to underestimate the intelligence.
He has been followed. He knew it too well and that led him into a secluded corner just shake off that person. Looking at his handphone, he decided to do one last throw of the dice in hope that what he had held onto won't be destroyed. If everything went as expected, he won't have much time to live. That he knew better than other people. All he can do now is to pray for his family's safety. A real irony born out of desperation since he's an atheist.
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"Eh it's pretty late now. Wonder where Oyaji has gone," commented Hiroshi as he finished the last bit of his ochazuke.
"I'm not too sure as well. Even if he's working overtime, I doubt it would go so late until now," frowned Yuriko as she tucked her son into his bed. Then suddenly, the phone rang.
"Must be your father," said Yuriko as she hurried to the phone, "Hello Yuriko here. Who's on the line?"
"Yuriko, it's me Kazuma. Don't ask any questions now. Just take Hiroshi and all the necessities to leave the country. And most importantly, don't let anybody see you."
"Kazuma, what are you saying? And where are you right now?"
"There's no time for such questions. Just..."
Before Kazuma could finish his sentence, a gunshot could be heard. Then everything went silent. Yuriko went wide eyed with shock as the sound entered her ears. She could guess what had happened now and it was this exact reason that made her drop the phone. She only needed a brief moment to calm herself down though as she rushed into Hiroshi's room.
"Hiroshi, wake up!" said Yuriko as she shook a briefly asleep Hiroshi awake, "We've got to leave now!"
"Eh why Okachan? Is there anything wrong?" replied a bleary eyes Hiroshi.
"No time for questions. Pack what is necessary and we'll leave this country. Hurry up!"
Before anything could be said though, the loud crash of the door being busted open fill their ears. Within moment, a couple of burly men in black suits confronted them. Yuriko knew without a doubt that there will be no escape.
"Yamamura-san asked us to bring you to see him," said one of the men in a cold tone, "it has something to do with your husband Kazuma."
"What did my husband do? Surely you don't mean..."
"No time for pointless chatter. You better cooperate with us if you don't want to get ended up like your husband."
Upon those words, Yuriko could only felt anger and her maternal desire to protect her only son. However, she knew that there was no escape. That she could only play by their rules. Her only hope right now would be the wish that Hiroshi won't get involved one way or another. The men in black seemed to understand what she was thinking as they pulled Hiroshi into an iron grip.
"HEY LET ME GO! YOU HEAR THAT?" shouted Hiroshi as he struggled in their hands.
"Let go of my son. He's got nothing to do with it."
"Unfortunately, he's seen everything, so he has to go along as well."
Yuriko glared at the two as she knew the battle has been lost. Without a word, she got up, her body language telling all too well that she has given up. With a nod to each other, the two men grabbed her roughly as they made their way to the car park where their car was being parked.
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"Ah so you've finally came," said an elderly man as he sat on his chair. The venue of the meeting was a secluded warehouse that had not been used for quite some time, "Yuriko-san, if my men had been a bit rough, please forgive them. They're just doing their duty so as to prevent the two of you from escaping halfway."
"You're that Yamamura they mentioned," said Yuriko in a calm tone. However, she could feel it. That her heart was beating rapidly due to the unpredictable situation right now, "I should have known. The major member of the parliament whose words carrys a certain weight. Yamamura Ryuji. What would a higher up member of the ruling party want with me?"
"Well, where will I start? I guess I'll get straight to the point. Where is that thing?"
"What thing? Kazuma never told me anything about some secret of his."
They locked eyes with each other as Hiroshi looked on nervously. Finally the silence was broken as Yamamura continued, "It seems that Kazuma played a very good game of keeping things under wraps. However, since things have happened up till this point, I guess there's no point telling you what this traitor has done."
"Traitor? Oyaji isn't one!" shouted Hiroshi as one of Yamamura's attendant restrained him forcefully.
"What an innocent boy..." sighed Yamamura, "However, you can't expect the world to revolve around you. To put things in short, Kazuma has absconded with an important data that concerns Japan's future. There is a reason why the government sent him abroad to America in order to study nuclear technology."
"Nuclear technology? Surely you don't mean..." Yuriko's words trailed off as horror filled her eyes.
"Yes you've guessed it right. The technology needed to develope nuclear weapons."
"This is insane. Such technology shouldn't be used in the first place, be it our country or otherwise!" protested Yuriko, "Haven't you forgotten the end of the second World War? Hiroshima? Nagasaki? It's only something that the devil will be willing to do!"
"So what? If we can't get our hands on such technology, our great country will forever be at the whims of the so-called world superpower. The gaijin in America has the weapons. That's why every country in the world fears them. But if we managed to get certain means of developing such weapons in a short notice, we would be free from the tyranny of the West. Given our state of technology, it will be some time when we realized our ambition. That's why Kazuma was sent to US. He was there to gather the newest nuclear technology under the guise of an exchange student all those years ago.
A real pity that he turned his back on the country who nurtured him. Took the data and ran off. It really took us a very long time to track him down since he managed to erase his own tracks so as to speak. An intelligent man who ruined his future just because he can't accept the idea of a glorious Japan. He wasn't like that in the past, so the person who changed him was an even greater traitor."
"So what do you want with us right now?"
"Unfortunately, since you have known everything, I can't let you live. If news of our secret project got leaked, the international community will condemn the entire Japan and it won't do us any good if our country got slapped by sanctions. For the sake of Japan, you all must die," said Yamamura in a cold tone as he left the warehouse.
"Do a clean job," he said to a nearby attendant as he hopped into his car and left.
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Yuriko was tembling with fear not due to fearing for her life, but that of Hiroshi's. There was only one single person in the scene besided them. As the man drew out his pistol, her maternal instincts kiccked in as she tried to tackled the said gunman. Hiroshi could only stay rooted looking on despite him knowing his mother wanted him to escape.
"What are you waiting for? Run Hiroshi! Don't even look..."
Before Yuriko could finish her sentence, the attendant managed to fire his gun, the bullet penetrating her heart and flew out of her body. Hiroshi could only feel the warmth of his mother's blood splattered upon his face as the only thing his mind could register was that of an absolute blank state. Then he felt a certain rage welling up from his heart. All the while, Hiroshi has experienced anger at varying extent, but this time round, it's different. The rage he felt was some kind of primal emotion, Something so wild, it could only come out from a beast.
Then that very fury snapped. There was no way Hiroshi could think coherently now. All he wanted right now was to kill that bastard who caused his pain and loss. With a suprising speed for a young one his age, he managed to close down the killer. The other party attempted to shoot him and he could have done that. However, looking at Hiroshi's eyes created a certain fear in him. Not because of what he could have done, but rather his perception that somehow or another, the boy in front of him was no longer a human.
At that very moment, his grip on the gun was loosened and that marked the end of his life. For Hiroshi seized the chance to snatch the gun away while catching the gunman off guard. Without any hesitation, the gun was fired at point blank range, killing the man instantly via the same manner he killed Yuriko.
Seeing that the deed was done, Hiroshi managed to clear his mind gradually. Once he managed to recover from his emotions, he could only see two bodies. One was his mother, the other the murderer. The end has come for the boy and together with it, a new chapter in his life would be set in the cast. Little did he know that the resultant change would be so drastic, there will be no turning back
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Okay, so on a first glance, I'm making an original character here. But then again, do you guys think it's so simple? Try to work your brains out to guess what I'm trying to achieve here. Will be looking forward to your replies via the reviews. ;)