The Ansatsuken Kid Chapter 15: Enter Sagat, the Grand Master of Crouching Fierce!, a street fighter fanfic

His sight was slightly obscured by the gentle mist that enveloped the view around him. The ground felt as soft as silk, and the air was crisp. The rapture was peacefully quiet, yet the cherubs still sang songs passionately. Yet, when he looked up, he saw that there was no sky...

For Akuma was in heaven.

Akuma extended his open palms to his face, and gripped the air tightly, cracking his fists. He hesitantly turned his head to his sides; heaven was a baroque-esque, visual melody. The sun bled into the clouds, and a divine glow radiated from all the crevices of heaven. Akuma gradually stepped forward to explore his afterlife.

"Gouki."

A hand grabbed his shoulder, and Akuma jerked his head back. He now saw a man with an enormous beard, a shiny cranium, and a bulky body.

"...Gouken?!" Akuma turned around to see his beloved brother stand before him. This was the first time they had met since he died at Akuma's hands. But Gouken did not seem to seek vengeance. His warm eyes, and wide smile, indicated something else.

"Brother...you were submerged in the pit of despair as a demon, and finally, you have emerged from it as a man." Gouken crossed his arms, approvingly. "The murderous intent has been absolved from your spirit!"

Akuma looked at his brother, blankly.

"...Gouken..."

"You are confused. You may harbor memories of the past, but your heart is not the same. You have relinquished death and chosen life. Come, now is the time to meet with Master Goutetsu."

Rugal left Adolf by himself and went into a large ballroom he had furnished within the Albatross. It was ornately decorated with renaissance motifs and sensual, radiant candles. On a sacrificial table was placed Akuma's body, and Rugal approached it cautiously. He placed his hands on Akuma's chest, grasping it.

"...uh...hmm..." After twisting Akuma's nipples for the third time, Rugal realized that he didn't know what he was doing. "Damn! But when the inheritor of the dragon god's blood becomes encased by the murderous intent, he's supposed to become a god himself!"

"True. But there's one mistake in your ceremony, mon ami." Emerging from an obscure corner of the room was a man clad in red, caressing his light, blond hair in one hand, with green flames erupting out of the other. With a playful smile, he started giggling.

"What the fuck?! Ricky Ortiz?!" Rugal began shouting at the androgynous man. "Back away!"

"Je ne suis pas Ricky. No, no, je suis Ash Crimson! And the man on your table did not have the murderous intent!"

"You should get your facts straight, Viscant! This is Akuma! He was the only living master of Ansatsuken, and the only man who ever attained Satsui no Hadou!"

"Do not delude yourself, my friend. Yes, he may be the only man who attained Satsui no Hadou...but he passed it on, to the only girl who attained Satsui no Hadou!"

"Who told you what you know?! It's all nonsense!"

"tch tch There you go again! A little birdie by the name of Kagura told me about your plot to become God Rugal!" Rugal flinched, deciding to listen to what Ash had to say. "You should be thankful that while she was using this information to plot against you before you achieved this godhood. I plan on killing you after you reach your divinity!"

"...uh..." Rugal was speechless.

"I'll tell you all you need to know in due time. She has yet to become the Shin she had thrusted upon her. But remember...when you become God Rugal...tu mange mon jambon!"

"...what?"

"You eat my meat!"

"Goddamn, you're a fag."

Metro City, USA. The sun rises over a street pavement hill, bringing the hope of a brand new day. The ghettos were enveloped in light, and Poison, Hugo, and Bao had to hide indoors. The day also greeted Sagat into Metro City. He came to here to get in touch with the urban dwellers; to do some good in a corrupt world. His conscience was clear, and his righteous path was revealed. Sagat, taking his hand out of his trench coat pocket once to toss a crumpled piece of paper on the street, walked into...a record store.

The door chimed little bells when he opened it, and Sagat went straight for the sloppily organized racks of CDs. The shop's clerk, Duck King, noticed that he actually had a customer today, and went straight to shill mode from the back of the counter.

"Hey man. Lemmie guess...big DJ like you, you want the vinyls?"

"Uh...no. I'm no DJ."

"Ah...geez." Duck King allowed his disappointment to be audible. "I figured the rave scene was really dying. The fuckin' car commercials killed it. I blame them, AND all the douchebags who made combo vids with Sandstorm in the background."

"You got any Pitch Black? I'm looking for Pitch Black." Sagat smirked, now filing through the used CDs.

"So you're a hip hop head, huh?" Duck King leaped over his counter and leaned against a wall, casually conversing with the muay thai emperor. "Yeah, I think a guy sold off a CD of theirs a couple days ago. Should be around there, somewhere. To tell you the truth though...I can only feel so much of the new stuff. The old school beats are where my heart's at!"

"Oh, really." Sagat decided to amuse himself some more with this line of conversation. "You look like you can breakdance in those loose fit clothes you're wearing. Either that, or you're fixing to play some DDR."

"How'd you guess? But those muay thai trunks look pretty comfy for moving too..." Duck King instantly froze upon analyzing his customer a little more. Blue, yellow trunks. Huge, mountain-like build. Eyepatch. Shiny dome. "Oh, shit. OH, SHIT! You're Sag! You're Sagat aren't you?!"

Sagat lowered his head, almost in mourning. Then he picked himself up, staring into Duck's glasses.

"...keep that on lock down."

"How can I keep that on lock down?! Anyone in the fighting scene will recognize you man! You got the fierce! You got the power!"

"Well, I figured that if I can imitate the Summers Family Roundhouse, and put on blue spandex, people'll start calling me Cyclops..."

Duck King tilted his head, confused.

"...because I have one eye."

"Oh."

"FATHER!!!"

"Yes?" God answered. The Lord was in the middle of one hundred push-ups, part of his Saikyo training.

"No, not you!" Dan Hibiki thrust his fist into the air, with streams of tears flowing like waterfalls down his face. "I will find you somewhere in Heaven, dad!"

"Hey," the goddess Athena whispered to the Lord, still trying to get comfortable in a pink gi. "I don't think he got sent here."

"Go Hibiki? ... No, he didn't." God put a hand over his mouth while speaking. "Let's keep that on the down low."

"What the fuck." The divine Saikyo school all turned their heads at their new visitor. Akuma was shaking his head in disbelief. "Tch tch. This is just sorry." Akuma walked away, catching up with Gouken.

"I can't believe the student I kicked out became the sensei of God Himself. I'm sure someone is going to hell for this."

"It's not me," Bowling Pin interrupted. "SNK started it."

"This shit is fucked. What does Master do to keep from getting bored?" Akuma noted that little Care Bears now infested this fluffier, pinker part of Heaven. The cuddly creatures grasped onto his arms like koalas in trees, but Akuma swatted them away.

"Master Goutetsu beatboxes. He plays with FruityLoops often...here we are." Akuma and Gouken came to a fluffy amphitheater where their master, huddled over a PC with a keyboard and turntables, meditated. Gouken immediately kneeled to the ground, and Akuma, hesitating, did the same.

"Master! I've brought along Akuma!" Gouken announced, and Goutetsu raised his head above his workstation. He placed his hand on the vinyls and starting twisting.

"'Ma-ma-MASTER, I brought Akuma-ma-ma.' What's up?"

"...Master Goutetsu. I have passed away, cleansed of the murderous intent. It was absolved by the love I had for my student, whom I regard as a daughter."

"'The murderous intent, absolved by the love.' BOOSH, KA-BOOSH, KA-BOOSH, KA-BOOSH, BOOSH. I thought you'd see it my way one of these days." Goutetsu smiled, while bobbing his head. "Oh shit...HEY, GOUKEN! TURN MY HEADPHONES UP!"

"Yes sir." Gouken went into a previously obscured control panel, made of clouds, and turned up the snare on his master's headphones.

"Yes. But I am qualmed. She has no doubt inherited the Satsui no Hadou. I intended it to exist beyond my mortal coil, which is why I passed along the true face of Ansatsuken. However, in my epiphany, I discovered that the intent of murder was not necessary...only the optimism that you will triumph over your obstacle, because that is what I worked towards when I taught Buletta. I won the girl not by killing her in combat, but by working at her. It was the effort that became the victory."

"'It-was-the-EFFOR-EFFORT that became the victory.'...damn, Akuma. You gone soft, bitch." Goutetsu spat.

"Fuck you cunt." Akuma retorted.

"Alright, maybe you got some bite left in you yet..." Goutetsu got up from his workstation and walked over to Akuma, placing his hand firmly on his shoulder. "I don't think you'll be staying here very long, though."

"...what do you mean?" Akuma's eyes perked up.

"Just my intuition. 'wh-wh-what do YOU meeeaaan.'"