The Ansatsuken Kid Chapter 2: The Dispute Within a Sandstorm, a street fighter fanfic

"You fucked up again!" Akuma rose from his sitting mound of sand. "This is how you're supposed to do it." Akuma opened the palms of his hands and placed them together. Then he pushed the air with them. "It's easy. Open your fingers up when you pull on my hair too." Akuma sat back down.

"You know what? You're ... retarded!" Buletta did as she was told this time.

Once Buletta was finished tending Akuma's hair, he said that it was time for them to rest. Akuma soundly meditated under the moon while Buletta sat against a palm tree, taking security in its shade. It wasn't before long that she fell asleep, no part due to the strenuous work Akuma put her through.

And so, she had a dream. Buletta imagined herself in a fierce, apocalyptic war between Mexico and the United States of America. Her mission was to locate the rare NES game Wrecking Crew in a book store in San Francisco; but before she could do that, she would have to cross the Mexican border, which would be a near impossibility. Her only way out would be to stow away on the limo-ship of a powerful Columbian drug cartel, shipping crack in watermelons. She made it to San Francisco in about three minutes after helping Mexican refugees fight off the classified American mercenaries, the MERCS. After she got Wrecking Crew, Buletta enjoyed lunch at an arcade/buffet, which was promptly destroyed by none other than Akuma.

"The fight is beyond death..." is what he said. Then he shot a thick loogey at her head.

It was a very fragmented dream, but considering she was able to remember all these details, it showed that Buletta had a lot of zinc in her diet. The loogey woke her up; it was from the camel that slobbered over her face. Buletta wiped the goop off and put her arm around the camel's neck, until she realized it was carrying her, along with her basket. Akuma was on another camel in front of her. Buletta dug through her basket; the guns Akuma took from her the previous day were still gone.

"Hey, GUY! Where's my guns 'n ammo?!"

"Didn't you get them back? How else did you try shooting me in the crotch yesterday?" Akuma shrugged.

"Oh, um...I jacked that gun from Smith & Wesson. They won't lend me one again." Buletta took her basket and spit in it, but Akuma sighed.

"The agonized souls of those you kill...they are all the 'companions' you should have on your journey." Buletta didn't know what he meant by that, but she could more than relate.

"...You can hear them too?"

"...Always." Akuma said, almost under his breath. Buletta nudged her camel forward, interested in what else Akuma had to say.

"So...what do you do, when they won't stop bothering you?" Buletta waited.

"...I tell them to SHUT TEH FUK UP!!!" Akuma's yelling was not-so-subtly directed toward Buletta. Catching light of that, Buletta clonked her camel's head, got off of it, and hiked up to the camel in front of her, who began to walk faster.

"You pretentious asshead! What kind of balls do you have to constantly assume that you're the one above me! I'm a bounty hunter, and the only thing of worth to me of you isn't your constant lecturing, but the black market value on your SOUL!" Akuma nudged his camel to stop, and he sat above Buletta, her hood obscuring her face.

"Lesson three. Humility. You can't fight everyone who tells you to shut the fuck up. Fight not the weak, or out of revenge...only of the need for all of the world's strength. Do you understand now?" Buletta lifted her head, and her angry expression hadn't cleared up yet.

"...Your lessons are worth as much as this damn sand!" Almost on cue, the winds started to swell and rush around Buletta, Akuma, and their camels. The winds stirred up much sand, which began pounding harder on their bodies. Their stubbornness refused for their eyes to unlock, and they ignored the cyclone, until their faces were visible only as shadows.

"Get back on your camel, which you should be thankful to me for." Said a figure behind the whirlwind.

"Not until you stop fucking with me!" Said the other.

"Don't tell me that you'll stand there like a doll!" rumbled Akuma. She didn't stand. She fell. "...you went and got sand in your throat, did you?" Akuma garnered enough ki in an instant to hover above the air and blasted his Zankuu Hadouken to the center of the whirlwind. He gently floated to the earth while his Hadouken dissipated the cyclone. He grabbed Buletta and dragged her to a flat surface of sand. Oh shit, I don't know CPR. Not knowing how else to approach this, Akuma stomped on Buletta's stomach. What a disappointment to let such an opportunity slip by...she isn't perfect, but she must still live to become as such.

"OW!!! WHAT *cough* IN THE FU-*cough*" Buletta coughed up the sand she inhaled, but Akuma couldn't hear her over the stomping and his internal monologue.

"The pupil cannot die before the master!" Akuma stomped harder, and Buletta produced a squeaking noise. "The true spirit of Ansatsuken must live on!" He stomped on her belly once more.

"I'M UP, YOU DIPSHIT!!!"

"Oh." Akuma slapped Buletta. "I'm no dipshit."

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