The Ansatsuken Kid Chapter 13: Two Fateful Battles, One Final Breath, a street fighter fanfic

"FORE!" Rugal liberated a golf ball from its tee and into a moonlit treetop. "Isn't that fresh?"

"Absolutely." Sentinel was getting impatient with Cable to arrive, and even began to blow some steam.

"Hey, is that healthy?" Rugal noticed his bounty hunter's anxiety. "You would fancy a masseuse?"

"Just a premium unleaded martini."

"You can go back into my home and have one of the servants fix one up. Relax now, because I wouldn't want you to lose your cool on our little arrangement." Rugal chuckled, and went back to his golf session. Sentinel took his advice and left to freshen himself up...and make another contact with Cable.

"Where the fuck are you?!" Sent's internal transmission to Cable had gone ignored for a half-hour now. "Why must I wait for you when I can frying pan this gnat right now?!" Sentinel was finally able to get a faint transmission, indicating some activity on the other line.

"...m...ve mo...e ... now!"

"?"

"...MOVE, MOVE, MOVE! NOW!"

"The shit?!" Sentinel saw a flash of lightning, followed by a loud rumble of thunder. He turned around, and looked into the sky and saw Cable and Storm descending from a dark gathering of clouds.

"It's starting to rain? Pity!" Rugal casually raised his eyebrow and abandoned his game. "Well, I hope you don't rust up or anything."

"SNK bitch." Before Rugal can say "what," Sentinel hovered above him and whacked Rugal upside the head with his giant frying pan, knocking him into a muddy pit of sand.

"You double crossing..." Rugal stumbled to his feet, not expecting a blow like that. He marched towards his robot enemy, only to be surprised by a sudden scimitar to the chin, knocking him down again. Rugal looked up, and saw a towering man with white hair standing above him.

"You were too ambitious Rugal." Cable smiled, sternly, and nodded to Storm.

"Yes. He's frugal Rugal." Storm laughed out loud.

"Shut up Storm." Cable picked up Rugal with his left arm and shot a quick Viper Beam to his gut. "Too easy. You're sure he's the guy Sent?" Before Sentinel could answer, Rugal pounced up again and noticed the hole in his shirt.

"You put a hole in my shirt? You must be stupider than you look! Do you know what happens when Rugal takes off his shirt?!"

"No."

"I get cheap!"

Meanwhile, the stare down between Hood and Hsien-ko was getting tenser. Hsien-ko stood indignant to Buletta's ranting and raving, while Buletta grew tired and irritated at the ghost's arrogance.

"Why are you pissed in the first place?! Look at yourself, woman! Gain some semblance of sanity for a moment and understand the big picture!" Hsien-ko gulped for a second, because Buletta's Hadouken firearm was getting closer, and less shaky as time passed.

"I'm sane alright! It's you who's too stubborn to accept who you are!"

"What?!"

"Exactly! You're touting around a special technique that you never earned! You're bastardizing the pride of my art!"

"This coming from a girl who turned our hallowed fireball into a semi-automatic gun?" Akuma poked his head out, knocked Buletta in the forehead, and returned to the background.

"Ow! But the point is, YOU'RE making unlawfully liberal use of the signature move of MURDER! You poser!"

"You pretentious brat! A warrior's technique isn't defined by it's origin, but of the heart of the fighter using it! And what makes you think I care about 'bastardizing' your petty martial art anyway?!" Hsien-ko stomped the Best Buy roof hard, and swung her ball-and-chain once.

"Guess what? You might have convinced yourself now that you have no problem using the Raging Demon for the cause of good and justice, or even self defense, but I see through your shallow delusions! You must give into fantasies of weakness very often if you think you can defy the joy of murder so flagrantly!" Buletta spun her Hadou-42 on its trigger, and formed a second gun with her free hand. She jumped forward, leaping above Hsien-ko. "Akuma did good; he had me holed up in his boot camp from hell for so long that I haven't killed anyone for months!" She started cackling, uncontrollably. "He's made me so thirsty! And I'll get drunk off your blood!"

"That line would've sounded cool, but I don't have blood!" When Buletta landed, the Chinese ghost caught her off guard by whipping out her giant black gong and banging on it. Knocked down by the auditory waves, Buletta got ran over by Hsien-ko's lawnmower claws.

"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!" Buletta was flung, bounced, and rolled on the ground. Hsien-ko dashed in again, trying to rush her down with her lawnmower claws once more, but Buletta was able to side step and counter with an uppercut. "SHINRYUKEN! ... Y'know, that looks cool, but why isn't mine flaming or anything?"

"You must be more than rich and white to perform the Shinryuken." Akuma growled, and went back into obscurity again. Hsien-ko was floored, and Buletta stood above her, already thinking she'd won.

"And she didn't even get to use that move too. Fuck!" Buletta awkwardly stood there, waiting for something, perhaps even a little gopher to pop up from the ground. "So...that's it?"

"Twack!" Hsien-ko mumbled.

"Huh?" A giant claw erupted from Hsien-ko's sleeve in a diagonal angle, responding to Buletta's face. Hsien-ko got on her feet again, and quickly whipped the aforementioned claw into her opponent's face to produce a deafening smack. Hsien-ko grinned to herself, but was surprised when Buletta, fuming with rage, pulled on her claw and pulling her forward. Buletta headbutted Hsien-ko to the nose, and, while she was wobbling, clenched her right fist.

What the fuck? Did she ever study under Balrog? Akuma wondered to himself. He was getting irritated though; he wanted to see some Raging Demon action soon; otherwise this would be a trivial spat, and not the fight he had wanted to see when he finally passed away.

"Ugh. I've heard of this. SNK bosses take off their shirts and suddenly their strength and vitality increases tenfold." Cable juiced up the Hyper Viper Beam again, waiting to shoot it at Rugal. "Sentinel!"

"Yes."

"I need you to summon your drones!"

"Will do." With one swipe of his pimp hand, Sentinel summoned his drones, affectionately called "little Sents." They bombarded Rugal in a cloud of smoke, leaving him only slightly delayed.

"Storm!"

"Yes."

"Run the fuck away, and make a ton of whirlwinds in the air!"

"I shall." Storm ascended into the atmosphere with the summoned cowardice of an anorexic schoolgirl, quickly building meter by sending gales at no one at all. Cable jumped, and charged his AHVB. However, Rugal dashed forward, and rolled right through the laser, and Cable. Rugal grabbed Cable by the face, and sprinted into Sentinel's direction. Rugal rammed Cable's skull into the rocket punch intended for the rich bastard.

"You new Top Tier kids are amateurs."

Buletta raced toward Hsien-ko, and unloaded a torrent of Shoryukens on her.

"SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHO-SHORYUKEN!" After pummeling her opponent, Buletta leapt and conjured her air fireball. "ZANKUU...HADOUKEN!" With her Hadou-42, she shot hundreds of rounds of Hadoukens at Hsien-ko. Hsien-ko, however, was unphased by that attack.

"Naughty girl. You should have canceled into something." When Buletta fell back down to the roof again, Hsien-ko grabbed her in a familiar way. "This is what I meant about fighters' hearts!"

"Agh! What the hell?!" Buletta could feel herself burning up, but was more insulted than worried.

"This is the technique you wanted?! The power to demolish what little semblance of humanity is left in the world?!"

"What little semblance of humanity is left?! Get off your soapbox!" Buletta's throat began to swell; it was becoming harder to breathe, much less talk. "Oh...I see. So you were afraid of the Instant Hell Murder!" Buletta exalted her hands on Hsien-ko with an unbreakable grip.

"Ho...how did you learn the Instant Hell Murder?! Did he teach you?!"

"No! I saw it with my own eyes! You should really have more faith in the abilities of your fellow man, right?!" Both fighters tightened their grips.

"How could you?! Whenever it's used...the arena turns pitch black!"

"Too bad for you that I could see through it then! How's you like THESE apples?!" Buletta could feel Hsien-ko's arms give out due to the exhaust of fighting two heavy battles. She began the process of methodically attacking her, beating her out of and back into consciousness.

And that's what Satsui no Hadou was all along...the way to engulf the world in a shadow, and the path to see through it.

And fifteen minutes would pass before Hsien-ko would talk.

"So...after you beat me...you're going to terrorize the world with that thing? ... Are you going to do nothing but catch bounties with it?"

"...um, for your first question, you need to have a little more hope that whatever happens, all will be right with the world." Buletta, exhausted, laid down and rested, breathing deeply. "For your second question...sure. But why do you care what I do with the Raging Demon?" The girls stared straight into the now-tumultuous night sky.

"Maybe because I've felt more pain and destruction for a whole world. I dunno."

"...I don't really care about your story." Still on their backs, Hsien-ko rammed a fist on Buletta's face. "Ow. Sorry, but it sounds like you need to either do one of two things: stop caring for a society you don't know, or start to truly love someone."

"You think?" Hsien-ko could feel the rush of her nerves emitting pain again. "Ow, ow ow ow ow!"

"Sure. Um, not that I know about love or anything."

"So are you going to at least turn me into those pirates for my bounty?"

"They'll probably cancel it now that you beat their asses left and right. Right?"

"I hope so. I've got a real career now."

Hope. Hope that while we warriors take our rightful places in the hierarchy of destiny, the weak shall be humbled and happy, and will choose not to interfere with us. Hope that the world will one day realize that only the strong deserve to die.

"How did you get to know him anyway?" Hsien-ko nodded in Akuma's direction.

"A while back some guy posted a bounty on Aku. Then he sort of promised me a hot new ass if I studied under him, and I figured that my reward could wait."

"...so why haven't you turned him in by now?"

"...I don't know. He feels like the crackpot uncle I never had. He has to be, because one time he told me I reminded him of Ralph Macchio."

"I bet you're just saying that because you couldn't kill him." Hsien-ko sighed, and for the first time, noticed a blue ridge permeating from the roof from the corner of her eyes. "...um, are we on top of a Best Buy or something?"

"...uh...yeah. But he's gonna die REAL soon, I think...oh, and yeah, we're on top of a Best Buy."

"Jesus, why did I have to have a couple of fights on the roof of a Best Buy? I don't like their return policy."

"Excuse me, but as you two girls gab on light heartedly about whatever insipid vagina-inspired bullshit you're spewing forth, I'm dying here." Akuma suddenly coughed up a hearty hack of his own blood, and was already lying on his back. Buletta was speechless, never having seen her crackpot uncle in this condition before. Hsien-ko took her cue.

"I guess ... I need to leave you two alone." With that, the ghost exited from the story, fazing through the solid ceiling, leaving student and teacher alone to assess their situation...and say their good-byes.

This feeling wasn't entirely foreign to B.B. Hood. However, between then and now, lies a five thousand mile gap, with only her short time under Akuma's tutelage as a feeble bridge. She never thought before that she would find herself mourning someone's death again. She was nervous, and her eyes became bleak and tiny. She could only inch towards her decaying master.

"Come closer." It was the only words she could derive from him, obscured by the gurgling of blood in his throat.

"But I can't." But she did. Still injured a bit, she could only crawl towards the glow of his Heaven character exuding from his back. Buletta hesitated, in disbelief of her feelings. It doesn't make any sense... You're just a bounty! She stopped, and began creep backwards. I don't act like this. I don't feel like this! I refuse to be chang-

"Closer still, and look into your master's eyes!"

Buletta pounced forth, kneeling beside Akuma's head on one knee, and tugged at the beads on his neck.

"You bastard! Why did you have to ...?!" Akuma quickly coughed out a small puddle of blood, pounding it out of his system so that he could clearly pass along his final message.

"You became a bounty hunter and an assassin because you denied and detached from your human emotions. I meditated in the desert for many nights until I realized that Sagat's low fierce, the technique which would finally defeat me, was powered by the courage of his heart."

"Then tell me why I can't stand seeing you like this!!!" By now, she had let herself sob all over her master, and began striking him in the face in outrage.

"What the fuck." Akuma alpha countered and Buletta was flung backwards a few feet. "I'm not done talking." Buletta pouted, inching towards him again. "I too was like you. I forfeited my humanity for my technicality, to become a being of pure skill. My mind was at peace, but my heart had already begun to rot. I have never felt true hatred, or true love before you." Buletta began to whimper.

"...what do you mean?!" She was finally able to get out, in between chokes of tears.

"I have never felt true pride for the accomplishments of another warrior. I enjoyed seeing you progress as such."

"...and what about the thing you said about true hatred?"

"I have discovered...that I am not very fond of you white people." They both laughed with eachother, but Akuma had to regain his composure because his message was urgent. "You will be the first to use Satsui no Hadou and derive power from your humanity. Imagine the glory of our style, empowered by both love and hatred!"

"Why did you believe I would carry on your legacy?!" Buletta began crying into Akuma's chest. "You still have more to tell me!"

"I am undone, my pupil. There will always be one master of your art to walk the earth. Only one." Akuma used the remaining bit of his strength to rip the necklace from his neck and raise them into the sky. He turned his eyes towards Buletta, and nodded. He let his eyelids collapse, and was freed. Buletta tried to stop crying, even slapping herself out of her sadness. She grabbed Akuma's beads.

Rugal was finished ripping off Sentinel's arms, and began to whistle Dixie. "Hah! No more frying pans now!"

"Rugal..." Cable was defeated, barely able to speak, with his enemy looking down on him. "You son of a bitch! The rest of Top Tier isn't going to stand idly by while you go on your crusade to remove us! You're a dead man!"

"Funny, Mister...Cable. You seem to speak as if you still in possession of your own balls!" He suddenly received a call on his Sony Ericsson. "It's Rugal."

"It's Hood. I have the target."

"Beautiful, just beautiful. You know where you need to go. I'll be there in an hour." Rugal turned off his phone, and gave Cable a smug look. "Guess what? I already got ST Akuma."

THIS IS THE END OF THE SECOND STAGE OF B.B. HOOD'S EXPECTATIONS.