Disclaimer:
I don't own them, Capcom does, praise Capcom, Hallelujah.
Seriously, this is a very short fic, first meant to be the intro of a larger fic, but then I thought it could stand alone. After thinking some more I couldn't decide whether to put it in the fic or not, so I decided to post it as a stand alone fic, and to post the rest of the larger story as the sequel to it. This part is pretty sad, and even though no names are mentionned, you can easily guess who the characters are... everyone writes about them anyway ^____^ I couldn't decide of a title so I chose this one because it pretty much sums up what happens, and because it's a cool Drummania song ^___^
Rating is PG-13 just in case, although I'd consider it somewhere between PG and PG-13.. how about PG and a half? ^__~
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Departure
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China. The night sky is heavy with dark clouds. Rain falls loudly. Everything is pitch black, lightened only by the violent thunderstrikes. On this very night, two warriors' fates are about to be sealed.
"So you're going"
"I have to."
"Do you really?"
Do I? He wonders. Yes I do. I have to. I will not be complete until I reach my goal. The warrior remains quiet, his face stern. His brown hair runs wildly over his red bandana. His life is dedicated to the fight. But tonight, he is not wearing his karate gi. His face shows no expression, it never does. However, a storm is raising inside of him.
"You know I do."
She sighs. The cold breeze makes her small yet solid frame shiver. She shuts the window and sits back on the couch of her living room, lit only by a dimmed lamp. Her dark hair hangs past her shoulders. Under her striking beauty that would make a goddess blush hides the strength of a thousand man. Yet seemingly perfect, she is torn apart.
He looks outside. The storm has doubled in intensity.
"Doesn't look like this weather is calming down."
"Please stay here tonight."
Her eyes are pleading. He nods. For a moment, they stare at each other, searching the other's mind for a love equal to their own. She lifts her hand to his cheek, their eyes still locked. He gasps. This Shotokan warrior has defeated the world's strongest fighters without breaking a sweat, yet the mere touch of this young chinese woman, soft and delicate, makes him flinch. Chills go down their spines as their feelings awaken. Until this very moment, they were blind to each other's love.
He places his large hand over hers, gently pulling her to him. Slowly, hesitant, they share their first kiss. She drags him to the bedroom. He refuses, but her teary eyes beg him. Pushing all consequences aside, he lowers her to the bed. They kiss again, this time fiercely . They bare their bodies and souls to each other as the two warriors become one. They make love with intensity and passion. The silence of the night is broken only by their soft moaning of each other's name.
Slowly, their breathings return to normal. Three words echo in the dark, whispered in unison.
I love you...
When she wakes up, he is already gone.
I don't own them, Capcom does, praise Capcom, Hallelujah.
Seriously, this is a very short fic, first meant to be the intro of a larger fic, but then I thought it could stand alone. After thinking some more I couldn't decide whether to put it in the fic or not, so I decided to post it as a stand alone fic, and to post the rest of the larger story as the sequel to it. This part is pretty sad, and even though no names are mentionned, you can easily guess who the characters are... everyone writes about them anyway ^____^ I couldn't decide of a title so I chose this one because it pretty much sums up what happens, and because it's a cool Drummania song ^___^
Rating is PG-13 just in case, although I'd consider it somewhere between PG and PG-13.. how about PG and a half? ^__~
~*~
Departure
~*~
China. The night sky is heavy with dark clouds. Rain falls loudly. Everything is pitch black, lightened only by the violent thunderstrikes. On this very night, two warriors' fates are about to be sealed.
"So you're going"
"I have to."
"Do you really?"
Do I? He wonders. Yes I do. I have to. I will not be complete until I reach my goal. The warrior remains quiet, his face stern. His brown hair runs wildly over his red bandana. His life is dedicated to the fight. But tonight, he is not wearing his karate gi. His face shows no expression, it never does. However, a storm is raising inside of him.
"You know I do."
She sighs. The cold breeze makes her small yet solid frame shiver. She shuts the window and sits back on the couch of her living room, lit only by a dimmed lamp. Her dark hair hangs past her shoulders. Under her striking beauty that would make a goddess blush hides the strength of a thousand man. Yet seemingly perfect, she is torn apart.
He looks outside. The storm has doubled in intensity.
"Doesn't look like this weather is calming down."
"Please stay here tonight."
Her eyes are pleading. He nods. For a moment, they stare at each other, searching the other's mind for a love equal to their own. She lifts her hand to his cheek, their eyes still locked. He gasps. This Shotokan warrior has defeated the world's strongest fighters without breaking a sweat, yet the mere touch of this young chinese woman, soft and delicate, makes him flinch. Chills go down their spines as their feelings awaken. Until this very moment, they were blind to each other's love.
He places his large hand over hers, gently pulling her to him. Slowly, hesitant, they share their first kiss. She drags him to the bedroom. He refuses, but her teary eyes beg him. Pushing all consequences aside, he lowers her to the bed. They kiss again, this time fiercely . They bare their bodies and souls to each other as the two warriors become one. They make love with intensity and passion. The silence of the night is broken only by their soft moaning of each other's name.
Slowly, their breathings return to normal. Three words echo in the dark, whispered in unison.
I love you...
When she wakes up, he is already gone.