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A Doll and a Demon

After two weeks of searching, she finally found the man she had been looking for. He sat in the center of the clearing with his back facing her; she could see the familiar symbol for heaven glowing on his black gi. There was no doubt in the girl's mind that this was the man who sent Bison to hell.

He's powerful. Very powerful, thought Cammy. It's like he's not even human. I can actually feel the –

"So are you going to just hide there, or approach me?" The warrior's voice startled Cammy out of her musing. He sounded annoyed.

For the first time in years, she hesitated. How could he possibly have seen me? Her heart started beating faster, and she took a step back. Despite the many horrors she had faced without batting an eyelash, there was something about this man that made her want to run as if her life depended on it.

"Girl, you've been following me for two weeks now. If I had wanted to attack you, you would be dead already. Now come here." The voice snapped her back to reality. Gritting her teeth, she pushed the fear out of her mind and walked up to him as he rose to face her. "Why have you sought me out?"

Fierce blue eyes locked with pupilless red. "I want to know why you killed Bison."

The dark one let out a derisive snort that would have been considered laughter from anyone else. "Perhaps a more fitting question would be 'why didn't I do it sooner'."

"Was it vengeance, then?"

"No."

"Money?"

"No."

"Spite?"

"No."

"Boredom?"

"You're starting to annoy me, child."

"Just answer my question, and I swear, I'll never bother you again. But I have to know WHY," Cammy said quietly. She waited for a response, although not really expecting one.

The big warrior seemed to choose his words carefully before speaking. "Bison . . . was in love with his own legend, fully consumed by the Psycho Drive. He killed wantonly, preying solely on the weak, and solely to increase his own power. He had no honor, only greed. A pathetic creature like that does not have a place in this world. This is the reason I killed him." The scowl on his face deepened. "I answered your question, girl. Now go. I have neither the time nor the desire to entertain you further."

Rather than fleeing, she marched straight up to him. "Thank you," she whispered as she wrapped her slender arms around his waist. "I'm finally free of him."

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A shocked Gouki tensed beneath the tiny girl's sudden embrace – how many years had it been since someone had touched him? His first instinct was to push her away, to punish her for her impudence. It would be within his right; she had been the one to seek him out, after all. The girl was brave, to be sure, but she should have known better.

And yet . . . he didn't push her away. Before he even realized what was happening, he gingerly placed his arms around her, and cursed what was left of his humanity.

And there they stood, a doll and a demon, each gaining a small measure of comfort from the other.