Insolence
PG -13
Yoshimitsu + Bryan Fury
Bryan was always angry. In the fourth tournament, with his energy depleting like sand through his cupped palms, he had felt rage like no other. Waking with the generator in his chest, energy flowing through him once more, the rage had quelled to a steady burn. He had known Boskonovitch wouldn't leave him alone after learning he was Abel's key; of course he'd had to die. And the Manji clan members too, as they had stepped into his path. It had been insolent of them to think they could match him.
He had believed there was no match for him, cutting down his opponents without challenge. And then Yoshimitsu had found him, had followed him to the tournament hungry for revenge. His fury at the murder of his fellow clan members was entertaining and promised a good fight. Bryan laughed and taunted him, and beneath it his own rage stirred. There was only blackness in his mind to fill in the space between finding Abel and waking in Boskonovitch's laboratory, but Bryan could bridge the gap without straining his imagination; he owed his life to Yoshimitsu. This fact didn't please him, but that the ninja believed it had been a kind-spirited action that prompted him to 'rescue' Bryan made it all the more intolerable. He cared about the secrets that Abel had hidden within the replicant and nothing more.
If they'd had any kind of sense they would never have switched Bryan back on.
His vision flickered and went black briefly before restoring to normal, calculations and measurements scrolled across his optic sensors as he blinked. Yoshimitsu had been too quick, disappearing before Bryan and materializing once more behind his back. His speed had made Bryan feel sluggish, and in his frustration he'd made mistakes. Already he could feel the generator restoring him to optimum functionality. He feigned dizziness to buy himself time as Yoshimitsu's cool hand gripped his shoulder and guided him to his knees,
'It's over. Sit down,' he commanded, 'I will deliver the final blow.'
Yoshimitsu tilted the replicant's face towards his own with the sharpened edge of his blade, incensed by the grin he was rewarded with. He drew back his sword, though he struck nothing.
'Insolent bastard!'
Bryan had waited until the precise moment and had parried out of the way of the sword, his ensuing laughter unpleasant. Chase me. Yoshimitsu had no choice but to oblige.
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