This is my 2nd attempt at this love story between Cammy and Bison. I've always wanted to explore this storyline ever since elementary school when I beat Super Street Fighter II with Cammy. That ending absolutely blew my mind, which is why I'm writing this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Street Fighter or any of it characters, sadly.

Picture Credit: "Relighting the Flame" taken from ~arsenalgearxx of deviantART

Faded Memories

Written by: The Pakora Princess

Chapter 1 – Web of Lies

This annoying buffoon is quite trying my patience, she thought to herself as she breathed in the bitter cold air which also was causing an attractive array of goose bumps on her exposed skin. She had hid in the shadows for far too long and was having trouble suppressing the adrenaline pricking in her veins. She could hardly wait for her prey to come out to play.

She could hear his monotonous tone over the phone, as she strained to hear any important details to report back to her superiors. Her victim had left the balcony sliding door open, so it wasn't difficult to eavesdrop on her victim's boring conversation, but she remained alert to every word as she was trained to. She heard the tail the end of an awful stripper joke and rolled her eyes when her victim laughed loudly like a donkey. When would this fool come outside? She fumed to herself and sighed in exasperation at the wrong moment.

"Pardon me for a moment," Her victim said, peering through curtained window nearby the balcony on which she hidden herself. She pressed herself closer to the prickly concrete wall as she fervently hoped that he hadn't seen any movement on her part. The curtain fluttered close as her victim could not find the source of the sound that he had heard.

"Quite sorry about that, continue with your story about that feisty hooker you met in the slums," He said, but the humor was no longer present in his voice. Her gut told her that her victim was aware of a presence outside, but he was only suspiciously curious as opposed to feeling outright threatened. This of course meant that she was still safe for the meantime. Only time would tell if he would take his suspicions to the body guard posted outside his door or he felt brave enough to determine his safety on his own.

A large part of her hoped that her victim would take his suspicions to his security guard, that way she could dispatch the two of them and it would be twice the fun of eliminating two lives. However, for her operation to remain covert, it was best that she only had to exterminate the one. But that was life, you don't always get what you want. She lived for moments where she was in complete control of someone else's life, there was something so satisfying about holding someone's life in the palm of your hands and letting it slip through your fingers. It was as if all their suffering went into her and when it did it transformed into a warm fuzzy feeling that enveloped her like an incredible orgasm.

She couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation as she counted the last couple minutes left in her victim's life. The conversation between the victim and his caller was winding down and he kept stealing peaks through the curtain. She wasn't what you would call a betting woman, but she would bet her life that her victim would scurry outside to investigate the subtle sound that he had heard earlier. The unlucky bastard would have wished that he erred on the side of caution when she was through him, she decided to herself and she twined the garrote twitchingly around her fingers. Who would have thought that this floss like weapon could be so deadly? But it was only deadly in the right person's hands, and her hands were definitely right for this.

Her victim pushed open the screen door, placing a cautious foot onto the ocean view terrace. As soon she saw her victim resting his palms on the ledge of his balcony, she stepped out of the shadows and clicked the soundproof glass sliding door shut. The abrupt sound startled her victim and he spun around to see his predator's well figured form blocking his way to safety. She could practically taste fear perspiring off his body and she smiled evilly.

"Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly," She murmured dangerously to his frightened state.

"I k-know you…"he said uncertainly. He had certainly seen her before, as she had face that men would not likely forget, but could not recall where he had seen her. He had a slight idea, it was on the tip of his tongue. Her face did not give away anything, as she did not believe in volunteering information that would help the enemy. "You're Cammy White, the rising star agent of the British Intelligence!"

"And you are Albert Sellers, the opposition minister, who is coincidentally is the rising threat of the Shadaloo," Cammy quipped back, suddenly feeling generous by volunteering that small piece of information to her enemy.

Albert Sellers was continually cock-blocking all of Shadaloo's "legitimate" business ventures, which was hindering their ability to move large sums of money without tipping off major government heads. Bison, the nefarious leader of Shadaloo thought it was time that Mr. Seller's continuous voice of dissent in Parliament needed to be quieted. Permanently.

"You're a double agent!" Albert exclaimed, quite scandalized.

"That was quite astute of you to come to that conclusion. However, correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe that even the British Intelligence have a couple of double agents in the Shadaloo's employ? So you may wipe off that look of judgment," Cammy responded impassively.

"Of course, those agents are no longer with us. As you very well know, they could not infiltrate successfully." Albert sneered.

Cammy rolled her eyes, the failures of the British Intelligence Agency only made her yawn. Perhaps this Mr. Sellers was trying to buy more time by engaging her in a conversation. However, he was 25 floors up, the balcony door was sound proof and there was only one acceptable exit for him. Unfortunately for him, she was its obstacle. She studied him with a practiced eye of assassin and immediately came to the conclusion that he would not be much of challenge as he was all brain and no brawn. She shoved away the disappointment and any temptations of toying with him. She felt like being kind today, she would be swift.

"My dear Mr. Sellers, you and I could talk shop about the limitations of the British Intelligence for ages, but I'm afraid you do not have that kind of time," Cammy told him, exposing her garrote. "I promise you, I will try to make this interaction pass by as quickly as possible."

"Ms. White, is there no way that I can persuade you to spare my life. Some sort of monetary award or immunity?" Albert pleaded.

Cammy paused for a moment to consider his offer, as she smiled inwardly. She had promised herself not to toy with her victim, but she couldn't help herself. She chuckled.

"I apologize Mr. Sellers, I had told myself earlier not to toy with you, but by pretending that I would actually consider your offer just gives you hope that I can be bought. Regrettably for you, I cannot." She said, smiling sweetly up at him.

"Please! There must be something! I have a family and I can't leave them yet! I'm not ready yet to die!" He begged and in his anxiousness he wet himself. Cammy's chuckles had turned into laughter. This was certainly a first for her.

"Oh dear, you've just had a little accident. Well, no matter…Mr. Sellers, I spent quite some time listening to your conversation and I know if a man spends as much time with strippers and hookers as you do, your family is the last thing you have on your mind." I guess what they say is true, you DO need to be cruel to be kind, Cammy thought to herself, knowing that killing him right at this moment would spare them both from any more embarrassment. "Either way, your fate is sealed. Time to say goodnight to the remaining seconds of your life, Mr. Sellers!"

Then Cammy leapt into action, as she flipped her lithe body over Albert's head. With one adept movement with her hands the garrote wrapped around his neck. With a soft thud, she landed behind him and pulled tight against the garrote, crushing Mr. Seller's larynx under the pressure. She then swung her long legs under his now sagging figure, successfully pitching him over the balcony ledge, leaving him hanging there like large flopping fish on a fishing line. She tied the wooden handles of the garrote to the post of the ledge and peered down at her victim. The glassy look of death had already glazed over his pupils. Another successful assignment, she smiled as she mentally patted herself on the back. Bison was certainly going to be pleased with this accomplishment.

Sagat was an individual that many people had written off at first glance. Not many would look past his most celebrated achievement as a Street Champion fighter, aptly titled the 'King of Muay Thai'. Not an easy feat, as he had the odds stacked against him. Sagat was from Thailand, one of the poorest countries in the world and an even poorer family. Yet, somehow he managed to rise up in the competitive world of mixed martial arts, defeating opponents who could afford the best facilities and trainers. However, as quickly as fame and glory came to him, it had left him just as fast. What more could this underprivileged runt really do? Had been the general impression.

However, M. Bison had paid a great deal of attention to Sagat's story. He had more than a common interest in Sagat. He intuitively knew that any person who had been able to accomplish what Sagat was able to achieve, was somebody with talents that couldn't be ignored. A person like that could attain and persevere through almost anything, which is why knew that he had to hire him at all costs. As per usual, Bison was definitely not wrong about his hunch.

Sagat proved to be a promising thug and then some. Sagat had earned quite a vicious reputation during his fighting days which had aided the Shadaloo in many of their underground dealings with the smaller crime family factions. Furthermore, one of the reasons Sagat was such a successful fighter was because he was tactical genius, much to Bison's delight. Sagat was easily able to take his strategic mind and apply it to many of Bison's underground business ventures. He was ruthless and unsympathetic towards any and all opponents. It didn't take him very long for him to rise in the ranks of the Shadaloo, much to the chagrin of many of the senior members. Sagat even held the position of Bison's second in command. Bison could trust that Sagat would always use his head instead of his heart, which was beneficial in his type of business.

"Bison, if you ask me this girl is taking too long," Sagat stated with concern. Bison had also discovered that even though Sagat had many desirable qualities, he also had quite a few of unattractive ones. Like his aptitude for paranoia. "Are we certain that she can be trusted? Cammy is still a member of the British Intelligence. For all we know, she could be betraying us just as well," Sagat said worriedly.

"With this new technology of memory blockage, Cammy is very susceptible to any type of suggestion. If the British Intelligence have already discovered her role in the recent assassinations, they would not eliminate her so easily. Especially since they have made too many attempts to have one of their agents infiltrate Shadaloo. They could be using her against us just as sneakily!"

Bison wasn't as nervous as his second hand man, his demeanor was the entire opposite. His face calm and cool, he swirled his wine in his glass before indulging in a sip. Bison was of course keeping up a façade.

"Before you come up with such claims, you must humor me and explain how Ms. White and the British Intelligence could accomplish that." Bison responded.

"How hard would it be for the British Intelligence to fake the deaths of their important dignitaries? Just hold a press conference, pretend to be upset and confused, while no one on the outside would be the wiser that they were in on the whole cover-up." Sagat put forth.

"Exceedingly difficult, the British Intelligence only has access to their own dignitaries. How would they orchestrate the false deaths of the other assorted countries?" Bison answered.

"Ah, you place too much faith in the distrust between those countries and their politics, my friend. My understanding of such things are limited, it's true. Nevertheless, I've seen the progression of it and I know how easily a common enemy can bring the people together." Sagat voicing his doubts aloud. Bison bristled inwardly knowing that Sagat had a point. If his organization had the ability to tamper with government files and technology, it was highly unlikely, yet not impossible for them for them to turn the tables on him. He knew that there many government bodies dedicated to shutting his organization down, but he always managed to stay several steps ahead of them. His organization was a well-fortified fortress, practically impregnable.

However, this memory blockage technology wasn't quite adequate yet, it was still in its experimental stages. As soon as Bison's élite collection of secret scientists made headway with their methods of erasing memory, he wanted it in use instantly and on Cammy White. He had his eye on her for quite some time. Previous to her memory blockage, she was one of the youngest cadet's to make into the British Intelligence Agency, with a promising career ahead of her. At 16 years of age, she had been a key member in the World Organized Crime division, which brought down some his smaller crime factions. But with a successful memory blockage operation, of course unwillingly, all of that was behind her. He took a perverse pleasure whenever she accomplished her missions against the British Intelligence. She was his special prize and didn't want to believe that she could be turned against him.

"Whatever you say about the methods of the British Intelligence is only speculation. But you keep on forgetting that she can't be tampered with!" Bison exclaimed slamming his empty fist down on the arm of his chair.

"She cannot? Don't be a fool, how do you know that she isn't transferring our most sensitive data to the World Organized Crime division in her down time? You've given her access to every area in the Shadaloo Compound!" Sagat didn't understand how Bison could trust this girl so much.

"Cammy has only shown her use in being a mercenary. She does not have the aptitude for much else."

"How do we know that she isn't playing about on what type of skills she has?" Sagat cried, not caring that he was trying Bison's patience.

"Sagat, your paranoia is in fine form today! Even a hacker with exceptional skills would have great difficulty making progress gaining access to our secret files. Our documents are embedded with the best protection that our money can buy." Bison responded with gravelly edge entering his voice from the frustration of listening to Sagat's rantings.

"I shudder to think what would happen if Cammy ever gains access to our files especially that file that you keep on her. If she ever finds out how we've been using her to get into Delta Red and we plan to dispose of her once the technology wears-"

"Sagat, that's where you're completely wrong!" Bison cut in, preventing Sagat from finishing his train of thought. "She isn't disposable, I plan to keep her with me when the memory blockage wears off!"

"What? But how? There will be no use for her when we're through! She'll be more of hindrance than an asset when she finished all aspects of her mission. That memory block on her, it won't last for much longer. Do you think when her memory returns she will be able to live with what she done in the name of Shadaloo? Do you think she will even be able to be in the same proximity as you without trying to kill you? You know as well as I, the soundest decision you could make for Shadaloo is to just get rid of her!" Sagat argued, displaying his strategic and calculating thoughts. Bison scowled, he knew another memory block wouldn't solve their problems because that technology was still being perfected and was still in its beta stages and another one had the chance of causing irreparable brain damage. Ms. White was destined to be more of hindrance than benefit.

"I have my reasons, which you are not privy to...only know that she suits my purposes," Bison stated as he drained the remaining contents of his wine glass.

"Bison, it's no secret that you two are sleeping together, but my friend, we've known each other for a long time. Dare I ask what makes this girl so different from the others that have shared your bed?" Sagat asked, interest gleaming in his one unpatched eye.

"You dare too much Sagat! This is none of your concern!" Bison snarled getting off his throne-like seat, finally losing his composure.

"Oh, but it is, if it affects our partnership and business."

"Shadaloo is MY business, so it will never affect it. You've tried my patience to its limits with your blasted paranoia. I'll be in my chambers for the remainder of this evening!" Bison replied coldly walking away.

He would never admit to anyone that he the depth of emotions that he felt for his tampered British Intelligence soldier, he hadn't even honestly admitted to himself. He kept on telling himself that he enjoyed the sex and that was all, yet it was getting hard to deny that there was more to it. He expelled an exasperated breath as he entered his room only to find the subject of debate sitting comfortably on the edge of his massive bed. He shook his pointer finger at her mockingly at her, as he smiled derisively at her.

"Tsk tsk. Now what took you so long, my little killer bee? You kept Sagat and I up with such worry," Bison teased as he approached her.

"Worried over little ole me? How adorable..." Cammy replied sweetly. "But the both of you should know by now that I can take care of myself just fine."

"Well, how did your outing with Mr. Sellers go?" Bison inquired as he began to unclasp his shoulder cape.

Cammy rolled her eyes as she mimed yawning loudly and Bison chuckled as he threw his shoulder cape on the floor.

"Not much fun, I assume?" Bison concluded, as he nudged her legs apart with his knee and nestled the knee between her legs. He tugged on one of her neatly tied plaits and began undoing it.

"I haven't had any fun at all this entire evening," Cammy admitted with sigh, as Bison began untying her other braid. Her honey blond hair spilled freely over shoulders in soft ripples, which Bison liked seeing.

"Well, the night is still young. Let's see what we can do change that outcome." Bison accepted her challenge as he brushed his lips teasingly against hers.

He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist as he deepened their kiss. He moved his demanding lips to her neck, his teeth grazing the slender column as he tugged her spandex uniform downward. When he had successfully peeled off her suit, her lithe body trembled when the flush of cool air touched her bare skin. Bison experienced fingers trailed down her flat stomach and he then slid two fingers lower to the apex of her thighs. She was warm and moist and very ready for a hot night between the sheets. He gently stroked small circles over the little pearl of flesh that his fingers sought out and with his free hand he lifted the silken weight of her golden hair away from her breasts. His mouth latched onto one of her puckered nipples, sucking mercilessly as he continued to tease her with slow, adept movement with his two fingers.

Cammy moaned softly as she arched her back into mattress, her fingers tangling into the bed sheets above her head. She writhed with pleasure against his skilled fingers and lips. Just as she felt her ecstasy almost ripple over the brink, Bison abruptly ended their contact when he stood up. Cammy mewled in protest at the sudden separation from his body, her eyes throwing icy blue daggers at his retreating form. Bison only provided her an evil smile for an explanation as he removed his remaining clothes, taking off each garment in leisure fashion. She knew he was only taking his sweet time just to prolong her torment and try her patience.

She lowered her lashes to veil her desire at seeing his exceedingly muscular body completely naked. When he rejoined her, she threw a hard punch at his bicep. It barely left a pink imprint on the hard wall of muscle.

"I told you to stop doing that!" She complained, a grim line on her lips. "You better let me finish the next time, or I will aim my punches lower!"

"I can't help myself, the look on your face is just so delicious!" Bison laughed, sifting one of his hands into her hair, while the other rested on her naked hip.

"I hate playing the mouse to your cat..." Cammy grumbled. "Especially since, in all the games that I play, I'm always the cat..."

As if to punctuate her point, she pounced on top of him with the same agility and fierceness of a lioness on the prowl. Cammy hunted out her own revenge of sorts by rubbing her sex delicately over Bison's erect member, never allowing the thick rod of flesh gain entry into her moist folds. After a few minutes of enjoying her tortuous teasing, Bison finally attempted to bury himself inside her sheath as he thrusted his hips up forcefully. However, Cammy predicted his movement and pushed her hips up in time, only to cause him more frustration.

"Have you had your revenge yet? Will you cease with this torture against my cock?" Bison growled.

Cammy lips curled into a mocking grin as she walked her pointer and index fingers up his powerful chest and up to his well defined chin. "I can't help myself..." Cammy taunted. Resting her pointer finger at the cleft of his chin, she dipped her index finger into his lips and Bison tried to bite the little fingertip. She tapped the tip of Bison's nose teasingly with her pointer finger. "But the look on your face is just so delicious," she purred into his ear.

That was the final straw for Bison, the primal urge to fuck her had taken over. Within a few seconds, Bison had manoeuvred himself over her body once more. With one hand he collected her wrists and pinned them above her head. With the other, he pulled her thighs apart and shoved his manroot inside her welcoming heat with a loud grunt. Cammy moaned with desire at the quick rhythm Bison had set, every swift thrust of his hips built more sweet tension at the juncture of her thighs. It wasn't too long before Cammy climaxed, convulsing deliciously against the mattress as her ecstasy overtook her body. Bison had intended to keep up his pace for several more minutes but the sensation of Cammy clenching uncontrollably around his cock pushed him over the edge and he spilled his seed with a pained groan.

"I really needed that," Cammy rasped with a satisfied sigh as she rolled onto her belly, exposing her ample behind to Bison's gaze. With a short laugh, Bison pulled Cammy into his arms as he joined her on the bed, placing her head in the crook of his neck.

"I would hate for you to have a boring night on my account," Bison responded with a roguish grin. She hitched one of her long legs over his hip as she clasped both hands behind his neck.

"Nothing is ever boring with you," Cammy yawned sleepily and she dozed off to sleep. It had been long night for her. Lazily, Bison stroked her luscious curves of her buttocks as he looked up at his ornate ceiling. He had coerced a famous artist to depict the famous battle of the Persian Gate, where Alexander the Great toppled their empire handily. However, with her soft curves pressed against his fingers he was seriously considering having an artist paint Cammy's fine ass over the battle scene. Although, her slumbering face as it was now propped on his shoulder would be a charming picture for the ceiling as well.

Even though he had always had an appreciation for beautiful things and she was certainly one of the most beautiful things he ever touched and tasted, it was still an odd thought for Bison to have. He had never considered any woman's beauty to compare to the exquisiteness of world domination. However, Cammy's presence was altering his view on that. Unfortunately, Sagat's earlier argument was niggling in the back of his head and he knew whatever time he was spending with her was limited.

Why even bother spending any more time with the brainwashed British Intelligence agent? Bison wondered to himself. Cammy with her old memories and integrity, was as if she had a ticking time bomb inside her head which no one could calculate with any accuracy when it would finally explode. Anyone with any sense in their head would keep their distance from an unpredictable explosion. Yet, Bison was laying comfortably in bed, holding the time bomb's delectable naked body close to his own. It defied his very own logic, but his logic went out the window when she was this near to him. He was beginning to realize much to his own dismay, that she had become his weakness. Normally, it was imperative to eliminate all weakness...

"Don't hate me when you remember everything," Bison silently pleaded, holding her sleeping body tight against him, burying his head in her bosom breathing in her seductive sweet scent. This was only weakness he would ever allow himself to have.