The Reconciliation
By Chan Yoruyamatiha
It's getting to the good part now!!! R&R please! Oh, and sorewa bonsaku :D
NOTE: Please don't complain about this super-short chapter. I know it's way too short, but the next chapter will be here ASAP.
Kikoken: You liked my fight scene?!? An author like you?? *cries* Yay!! Mitsukake, so brave at heart, yet so weak physically. How saddening, ne, Mitsukake-kun? ^_^ Anyway, everyone wants Ryu! I'm still debating on whether or not I should bring him in.
Tornado: *waves newspaper around* Extra extra! Read all about it! LOL! I thought bringing in Dark Sakura would put up a dramatic effect. I mean, Dark Sakura is one of those characters that you never see in fics, and hardly in the games. (which ever one she's from, I'm only experienced in Alpha 3)
Duke: Goodness, I thought that you had given up on fanfiction! You'd been gone so long. Anyway, thank you for your review; I really appreciate it. This story has been losing interest, and this is where it's getting good!! :( Akuma will get his ass kicked, just make sure he doesn't come after me. ^_^;; About SFNB, Duke's the best! I know that's a real person (you) but you can call it an OC since it's not copyrighted by Capcom or something else. ;)
Miguel Gama: Thanks for your review, Miguel! Lots of people have seemingly lost interest in this story, including me! ^_^ It means a lot to me that you like it, and now I will update it just for you.
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Chapter 18 - Deathmatch
Mitsukake could not believe what he was seeing. ("This can't be real...") he thought, his mind trying to convince him that this was not happening to his Sakura. Hot, scorching tears unshed caused his eyes to glisten as he stared at Sakura, the only woman he had ever loved, about to kill herself. Defying Shin Akuma when he was in the process of the Shungokusatsu was a virtual death warrant. Obviously, in her dark state, Sakura was blind to see that possibility.
From this fight, only one person would walk away, if any. One would leave the other dead, walking away with bloodstained hands that could never be washed clean. The Satsui no Hadou had that kind of control over that person: the power to control emotions, will, thoughts, speech, and actions. There was no way to wash away or reconcile the damage that it could cause.
Mitsukake opened his mouth to say something about this to Sakura, but found that his throat was completely dry. His voice came out in a soft, inaudible squeak; only breath came out of him. How was he supposed to warn his Sakura if he couldn't even speak? How could his body do this to him? He was in the middle of a life-or-death crisis, and he couldn't even muster the courage and strength to speak.
Meanwhile, Dark Sakura and Shin Akuma glared one another down, as both steeled themselves to do the most forbidden, deadly techinque of the Ansatsuken art: the Shungokusatsu. When delivered, the attacker flew towards the opponent and grabbed him or her. Then, fourteen sharp, rapid-fire blows were delivered to key points on the body, but only as an appetizer for the main part of the attack. The attacker would then drive his or her fist straight into the heart of his or her opponent, instantly killing them.
Dark Sakura was inexperienced in such a task, but the Satsui no Hadou flowing through her veins was on instinct; it was telling her to commit the act the same as it told her to breathe. Shin Akuma, on the other hand, was quite skilled in the subject of murder. He had, in his past, slaughtered many people. Sometimes it was necessary, but the majority of the time, it was completely in controlled situations where even the fight was uncalled for in the first place.
Shin Akuma was a person whose heart was dark and felt no emotions. His mind told him to fight, and say nothing; fight first, talk later. And now, his mind was telling him to -
("Kill this wench.")
He growled and lifted himself up off the ground into the air. Without a word, Shin Akuma began to glide over to Dark Sakura, who began to do the exact same thing at the exact same time.
Within seconds, Shin Akuma and Dark Sakura collided, and dark, purple ki shrouded around them. Loud, horrendous, crashing sounds rang throughout the air, as well as sickening rips and tears of fabric and other materials. Seconds passed, and then the black blur disappeared, and two large figures both fell to the ground with a soft thud as their bodies hit the ground simultaneously.
For several moments, there was silence.
Then, there was tears. Mitsukake's shoulders shook slightly, and his breath came in shuddering gasps. The ground was stained red with blood among the bodies of the two fighters, including Dark Sakura. Mitsukake's body, once limp, was rushed with an intense desire to move, and feeling this, he stood shakily, never averting his eyes from the sight before him. Dark Sakura was no longer in her dark state; instead, it was Sakura who was lying on the ground now, her eyes closed, and blood running from beneath her shirt.
Blood running from beneath her shirt?
"SAKURA!!!!!"
Mitsukake rushed over to her, and dropped down to his knees. Her hair was blotted and matted with blood, sweat, and tears. Her lush, raven-black lashes were closed, hiding her dark brown eyes that Mitsukake loved. Sakura's face was also still covered in perspiration.
Her clothes were torn, ripped, and ragged. Her skirt had a torn split all the way up to the side, and it remained hung loosely around her waist by a few threads and elastic around the hem. Her shirt also was dirty and torn, but most noticeably bloody.
Mitsukake gulped. He didn't want to, but he had to. Hesitantly, his fingers gripped the bottom of her shirt, and gently lifted it upward to find the source of the blood. There. Right in the middle of her chest was a shallow depression where Shin Akuma's fingers had been shoved in an attempt of murder.
Slowly, Mitsukake turned his head to where he could see Shin Akuma, who was obviously dead. There was a large opening in the middle of his chest that was gushing blood slowly. Mitsukake quickly turned away, feeling his stomach suddenly become sour. He took Sakura's bloody hand in his and pressed it against his face.
"Sakura..."
He slowly rose to his feet, cradling Sakura in his lean arms. Her face slipped against his, smearing a large blood stain on his cheek, but that did not even catch his attention. What caught his attention was another figure, who had come running after hearing all the noise.
"Ryu..." Mitsukake whispered the man's name slowly with obvious distaste.
"Mitsukake..." Ryu replied, saying the name with mock pronunciation.
Both men almost glared at one another and softened their gaze. Now was not the time to be loathing one another. There were more important matters to tend to...
"Mitsu, no time to chat. She needs help in the next five minutes, or she's dead," said Ryu in a rushed tone, beckoning Mitsukake to follow him.
Throwing a last glance over at Shin Akuma's corpse, Mitsukake followed Ryu, being mindful not to drop her.
"Hurry it up, son!!" yelled Ryu over his shoulder, thus irritating Mitsukake.
The two decided to pay Koui Hospital one last quick trip...
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Author's Notes: I know, I know.
Extraordinarily short chapter, but hey, the next one will be posted
soon. That all right
with you all? I hope so. I hardly ever get a burst of inspiration for
this story, and I'll be working on the next chapter when I get some of your
reviews. Thanks for putting up with
me. ^__^
Also now accepting story ideas!! Please help me decide what my next project should be!!
