The Ansatsuken Kid Chapter 5: The Pros and Cons of Satsui no Hadou! Does it Have to be One or the Other?, a street fighter fanfic

Buletta read, and reread the key passages in this book for hours. "Energy production within the body increases as it is applied to the body's limbs, similar to a 'fight-or-flight-' reaction...The increased activity continues until Satsui no Hadou is relinquished...Carbohydrates are allocated to the buttocks, and as well in the case of females, the chest." Upon discovering these lines of text, Buletta giggled and stood up, perhaps due to the burst of energy which came from this new hope. So it's true, it's damn true! My ass, hell, my boobs, I'll finally have...a body!!! Still grinning, she pointed her finger at the sky, or rather, the portions of the sky which were able to leak through the inefficient wooden ceiling. Now, I'll never be mistaken for kindergarten jailbait ever again!!! Hell, I'll be HIGH SCHOOL jailbait! Then, I'll find a cute dick! Upon the last thought, she klonked herself on the head. Cute dick? ... Then I'll just be motivated to kill him, is all. I'll be a murderous psychopath! I know I already, um, am, but, I'll be just like...just like HIM! I won't waste a single day in the same old tattered stinky ghetto karate outfit, walking the earth, blowing up mountains with big bursts of energy and...explosions'll come out of my hands! Putting her extended finger away, and putting her hand to her chin, she sat down, and pondered upon this situation.

Well, let's see...we got me right now. Pros: I enjoy the finer things in life, like baths, a little socializing, and playing in fields of flowers with cute animals. Cons: I'm as developed as an Asian girl. Then we have a Satsui me. Pros: I'm as developed as an African amazon, and I get to cause even more mayhem with massive destruction waiting to be tapped from my fingertips! Cons: I don't bathe, I don't socialize, and there are no fields of flowers because by that time I'd have already blown them up with my fists of fury. Decisions are a bitch! In the middle of her frustration, Akuma returned from tending to other business, not very proud of the hole he made in the front screen door.

"Oh shit, I did that."

"Oh...huh...yeah," uttered Buletta, still deep in thought. Akuma peered down at the books below.

"These are...his books. I hope you learned from them." Buletta was still mesmerized by the possibilities of accepting the Satsui no Hadou way.

"...I guess."

"You don't sound decisive. You are unable to use these techniques, staples of our Ansatsuken. Not yet, anyway." He bent down to gather the books. Upon putting them in his hands, the book on the Satsui no Hadou was placed in front of the others. "There are no lights in this old room and board. You shall bequeath unto the world its light," he echoed, tossing the books back into their room. "This was his room. Gouken's, and before him, Master Goutetsu's." Buletta winced her eyes; she couldn't quite see through the dark lodge yet.

"'Bequeath the light?' You're always so cryptic and...vague." Akuma noticed a softness in her voice, unlike her previous boisterous voice intonations in the past. Ah, she is becoming doubtful. A child uncertain can grow into many things. Ideally, this child should hesitantly bequeath unto the world its light, only to find her own. And, a nice rack, he fancied.

"Maybe for you, I can manage a flash light. This housing isn't plush with outside comforts." Akuma was ready to turn in, and only poked his head out of his new room to address Buletta.

"Sure...can I ask you a question, though?"

"...one for now."

"Okay. What's ki?" Buletta recalled the word being used in the books, but they never explained what it meant.

"Ki is the energy within all living creatures. Some of us, however, are ignorant as to its existence and live the course of our lives not utilizing it once. In our art, Ansatsuken, ki can be manifested. Eventually, you will learn how." Akuma could feel his life slipping away, if by slowly but surely. He wanted rest, for now. He went back into his room, when he heard her call again.

"Okay. ... So you're going to fix things up in that room?"

"I would only answer one."

"I was asking because...there isn't a bed here." With a sigh, Akuma poked his head out of the door one more time.

"Not here either. I have not been in these quarters for a long time. Whether or not comfortable beds are to be found, I am not aware. However, if your need is that strong, you can wander about the other rooms in the other hallways, for the old master may have left them behind." Satisfied with his answer, Buletta stumbled her way through the lodging to find the hallways Akuma spoke of, and she eventually walked into a room. There was even a window, and by now, moonlight poured right through it. In this room, it revealed a sleeping bag. At least tonight I can sleep warm.

So, she slept, albeit ignorant to her recent acceptance as the only pupil of the new Sensei of Ansatsuken. But she woke up the next morning, unable to remember her dream this time, to an unfamiliar moistness. It seemed that the wooden floor underneath her was ripped away from the shoddy lodge. Buletta, none too delighted, brushed the dirt off of her dress and remembered that she hadn't taken a shower since she first left to find Akuma days ago. She felt sticky. But her lack of cleanliness was most apparent on Buletta's blood red dress, which was in design a brighter red. And the sandy dirt on her face made her appear vaguely Puerto Rican. Ugh, last I checked I was 1P, not 2 or 3P, she thought. To complain of the bare floor, she decided to look around the now visibly navigational lodging (thanks no doubt to the morning sunlight) to bitch to Akuma.

"AKU! Where's the floor?!" Buletta wailed, and heard the faint response of, "come here," from outside. She followed the voice and saw Akuma roasting the wood which once made up the floor, cooking something that vaguely resembled potatoes (though it was hard to tell from inside the burning pile of floor boards).

"Breakfast."

"WH...WH...WH-AGH!!!" Buletta, under the accumulative frustration of being dirty and without a comparatively warmer wood floor, went under the influence of blind rage, and chucked an explosive doll of herself at Akuma. It, of course, blew up in his face and did little to phase him.

"Why'd you do that? I'm just sitting here cooking Hot Pockets. I was gonna give you one too, but now I'm not sharing."

"WH...WH...WHA-DON'TYOUPATRONIZEMEYOU...OOHHELLNO!!!" In more blind rage, Buletta ran into the bundle of flames emitting from the burning floor boards and ate the Hot Pockets, while not hesitating to chew through the boards, and the fire.

"Oh, it's about the floors."

"YES!"

"You don't like the cold wet dirt in the morning."

"YES!"

"Too bad. Take it like a man or a butch dike." Akuma had ripped the floor from the lodging to reacquaint his pupil to nature, without having to destroy the makeshift dojo completely. I had seen a small flower attempt to break through the choking abomination of that wooden floor. It was distracting. He didn't like to be distracted too often, obviously. Buletta calmed down to bitch in complete sentences.

"This place sucks! You don't even have a bathroom or a shower! Where do you piss, shit, and lather?!"

"Outdoorsmen have a saying... Just bush that shit."

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