CX2

I don't own Street fighters.

Hong Kong 1994

It had been 15 years since Chunli had seen Mark and Rodger in the jungles of Vietnam. Now here Mark was, walking down a sidewalk in Hong Kong. Ever since the night he had been spared he had been hunted by every one from the U.S.A. to Shadow law.

He wore a black gi. He was probably inspired to take lessons by her. He walked straight up to her.

"Hello, Chunli. What brings you here?"

Chunli looked at the bandana on his brow. The spot in the middle of his bandana started to glow.

"You already know, don't you?"

"Yes, I know this and more. I know you come seeking a wise man, you'll find a fool. I know this fool will die for what he does. I know the man who kills him will give you a very special gift. I know the man who hires him will take you away from this world. Let us go out to eat. Our bodies need food."

Chunli followed Mark to a restaurant. The people there gave Mark free food but Chunli had to pay. Chunli watched Mark's food get smaller without him touching it. She watched 2 Shinto Priests walk up to Mark and Give him holy offerings.

"Ok… What is going on here?"

"You guessed correctly, Originally."

You have a jagan…

"Yes."

"You know the greatest secrets of the universe, you are the wise man."

Mark smiled kindly.

"Yes"

"So why would you help me? You would see every debt to me paid. Why would you help me. Why die for me?"

She watched him stare at her with those kind eyes. Then she knew. Her stomach filled up with butterflies. He loves me! Her face turned to hide a blush. Her heart started beating faster.

"Come with me."

Chunli nodded and followed. Mark stood and left the building. Chunli was close behind.

Flash Back

The jungle was damp with rain. A fully clad Chunli walked next to Rodger, with Mark a few meters ahead. Mark had been humming up until he had been attacked by a puma. Chunli had to wrest it off him. She smiled just thinking about it. These two grown men couldn't even handle a kitten. They were pretty funny to watch. All in all, though, they would need some self defense. The puma wasn't the only animal that had attacked Mark.

"Hey, Mark." Chunli quipped.

"Yah, what?"

"I could teach you how to defend yourself, if you show me how to use a gun, of course. How 'bout it?"

"What about Rodger?"

"The animals don't like him near as much as you!" She said laughing with Rodger.

"Ha ha-ha, maybe you and the forest can go on a date." Rodger just had to say it.

"No, I'm serious I can show you tomorrow morning the Wufu System. Come 'n!"

"I think I better conserve my energy if I'm gonna' sleep with the forest, Chunli… Wait! Stop. I can hear a stream."

"Water?!!"

"Yes, Rodger, water." Said Mark

"Maybe Mark is making the jungle explode?" Grinned Chunli

"Uh… Chunli, it isn't polite to discuss that topic." Rodger said.

"Why not? You had no problems with it!"

"Could you stop with the mark bashing already?" Mark asked

"We better move away from the stream. We'll continue on our path, but wild animals will no doubt flock here in the night." Chunli was being serious. It was a side Mark and Rodger almost never saw.

It was twilight when they made camp. But their efforts were rewarded, for they had entered Chunli's village. They slept in separate thatched huts. It was probably the only night they would have roofs to sleep under but no one slept. All they could think about was what Bison had done here. Rodger was too restless to sleep, and he found that he was not the only one.

Chunli had been watching the stars in a clearing until Mark came and sat beside her.

"You're thinking about your parents, aren't you?"

"No… I will give my father honor."

"Oh, you're thinking about Bison"

"One day I will kill him."

"How did you two do that stuff?"

"It's a secret, only meant for high level martial artists. Do you wish to learn?" She said with a twinkle in her eyes."

"Ok, I'll repeal my initial decision."

"Then lets learn!" She smiled.

They learnt breathing techniques first. Then Chunli taught him to use them as grappling techniques. Rodger found them lying on top of each other. They were slightly embarrassed, but confessed to nothing. Mark continued to practice grappling and breathing until the morning. Then they packed, and left the empty town behind.

They arrived at a subway station. Mark got on so as agreed Chunli followed. They stood for a few minutes until a man came up to them he passed them but Mark seemed different.

"It is now time for your gift Chunli."

Then Mark turned and revealed a knife in his belly. The man who passed them earlier jumped out of the window. Chunli was about to give chase, but Mark caught her arm and shot a yellow light into her. His jagan glowed one last time. He loosened his grip and fell to the ground with a sick plump.

Chunli knew she had no more time to waste. She jumped out of the subway train window and began running in the opposite direction of the subway car. It did not take her long to overtake the man.

Chunli shot to his side and pulled an ultra fast jump round house that landed in his face. He flew two meters onto the tracks. Chunli ran up to him and wrung his neck.

"Who sent you?"

"I don't know. I swear it."

"Then I'll have to kill you!"

"Wait, wait! It was a big guy with one eye, I don't want to die. You believe in mercy?"

"Yah, I'll let you live. I'll just break you limbs!"

Chunli smashed his legs and his right arm."

"I hope for your sake, you're linear."

Chunli left him there to die. He would probably be fried first. They were electric tracks. He probably didn't deserve to die, but no one did. Not even Mark. He was crying a monsoon.

She knew who the guythat hired the killer was. It was Bison's little puppet, Sagat. He was leader of the yakuza. The yakuza was the Japanese mafia; they worked in drugs and illegal exports. But Sagat was Thai.

Finding him would be easy, getting him to talk wouldn't.

Sindel:I read one of your stories once. Youre pretty good! I also read the reviews. Even though every one else thinks youre weird, I don't. You are an exelent writer. All true writers take a stance nobody likes. It is very common among the best. Ever read "A Mild Proposal", if not just look it up. You think along the lines of Virginia Wolf, who wrote "The Moth" about a moth who dies on a window.

Hey every body, sorry. I know Sagat is not part of the yakuza, but anything goes.