Different ways of life

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Disclamer: I don't own streetfighters I'm a broke.
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Summary:

Imagine you're Ryu, what's your opinion about your life? Imagine you're Ken, maybe Chun Li, maybe even Dan,
Sakura or anyone in this street fighter world. Let's just take it differently.
A POV special general fic.

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Kikoken: You asked me how did I come up with this?? Simple I think this way grins Actually it's a bit of my own life but let's forget about that.

To all readers: I'm extremely sorry I don't have any idea about Thai names.

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POV of SAGAT:

I was once the grand champion of Muwai Thai, I was the champion for 14 years until.......he showed up, a young Japanese boy, who entered the tournament the first time. He was Ryu, the dragon of streetfighters world, the hero of Capcom , I'm Sagat, the fallen tiger. But I'm not fallen as they think. I realised that I was too proud, too proud to be a warrior, too proud to have honour, I think the real honour for the first time was the fight with Ryu, the world warrior.

When I was young,14 years of age, I lived with my parents in the village. My father was a drunker and my mother was a psycho. I used to steal money for spending it to school. One day I was caught and was badly beaten.

I used to be bulleyed in school but I never cared. Never cared to beat the crap shit out of them. But when I did.......that was the last mistake..........

One day I was walking my way to school but a boy named Jacob stopped me. He pushed me back. He asked for money but I told him that those are for school fees. He and his boys bit me but still I didn't give them. "that's it, I'm gonna get your hand for it" he said, he took a dagger and pointed that to me. To save myself, I took the advantage of my size. I found out that I was pretty strong for an average kid, I bit all of those so badly and so fiercely that I didn't realise that I killed Jacob.

The others got away. The father of the son; Jacob, heard all about him and was driven crazy. He chased me to my house. I ran like crazy, feared everyone, whoever came to my sight. I closed the door of my house, the father; Javarg still outside trying to break the door. I leaned over the door. "What are you doing brat" my father came inside the room. He pushed me by the table "who's at the door?" Before I could warn, he opened the door and from the other side struck the bamboo on his head. He fell to the ground.I hurried towards his room and locked it, I managed to have enough money to spend it for few months. I hurried through the backdoor and ran away from the entire village so as to never live in fear.

I entered a Muwai Thai training center, which was very cheap and not so well-known,I spent some time learning it while I worked with a farmer. After two years, I entered a Muwai Thai tournament and won from then I was seen in the sights of honour, I was honoured when I was asked from a famous Muwai Thai training center for me to join them, but I couldn't, I didn't have money enough. They understood me but have offered me the greatest offer I could get, they would allow me without any money. They did't need money from me, they even said that they would take care of me. I agreed. and stayed there for three years.Then I left for a streetfghting tournament. A big one, I didn't have enough money but my trainers served me here. I was thankfull to them. I won the first tournament. I was greatly rewarded. But that didn't touch me, what it was that......I was honoured. Fom evey next tournaments I was invited, the hosts had been happy, because many people there just came to see me and they could run better business. After 6 years of winning tournaments, I was titled as the Tiger. I became too proud.

I never met any worthy warrior until a man came to me, he was Gou Hibiki. He was a true warrior, I began to feel uncomfortable with. He brought a son with him.

As we fought, he damaged my eye in a way that never again I could see with it. I became crazy. I wasted Gou. I didn't realise he was dead, I just kept hitting him. The child yelled "father". That word came into my ears as I realised what I have done. But...........nothing can change. I thought that I'ld have to run away again but my manager said I wouldn't need to, I felt guilty that the murder wasn't justified. And felt ashamed and afraid. How could I?

After more 8 years, I fought his son, a clumsy chump. He was almost dead when a Japanese showed up saying that. He'ld fight me instead of the other. So he did. He gave me a good fight but it was time to end, I tried a very dangerous move on him but couldn't reach him, his ultmate move 'shoryuken' sliced my chest. And since then I had to carry the scar.

I used to hate him; Ryu, I joined one of the most notorious world-wide terrorist organization just to have a rematch with him, what only mattered to me was the honour, I wanted revenge for the mockery of my honour but never noticed that just to have a match I lost severals of innocents lives.I was too proud until he showed me that I was wrong in every facts. I'm not a warrior, I'm too proud to be one. I never deserved honour. But yet I recieved the very last honour of my life, the fight with Dan Hibiki...again.

He showed me that to be a warrior there needs to be a purpose. He had his, to honour his father. And I have mine, but.......what is it? I've not and will not give up fighting til I find out the meaning, the meaning of the fight.......

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"AND THANKS TO ALL THOSE REVIEWERS WHO READ THIS AND REVIEWED MY BORING FIC, IF I GET REVIEW LIKE THIS, I'M GONNA GO ON WRITING IT TILL THE VERY END OF THE CHARACTERS I KNOW."

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