The Colour Purple Chapter 5: BOY LONDON, a king of fighters fanfic

The Colour Purple... The King of Fighters '95

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This (chapter) fanfiction was originally written circa: [XX.96] (Thank you)

"Which Character are you?"

Chapter 5: Boy London

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU doing... You piece of shit!" Dick yelled, you trying to scare the business away!?" Dick pulled out a pole from the back of his trousers and hit the boy square in the jaw, and like the rag doll that he was, he flew to the corner of the room and his blood flowed like a waterfall down his eyes. He saw the stick in Dick's hand , it was red, red with his own blood, patches were fresh and the rest of it was flaky and dried up.

Then finally at that moment.

It was an entirely different feeling from before… the usual feeling of hurt and fear, cowering in the darkness, wanting to beg for forgiveness from his master. During those nights he was happy to be alive, beaten and weak he was happy to be alive and forgiven, because, to him he believed his life lay on a whim, and there was nothing worse than death.

But one night…

It was a night much like tonight. As he lay on the cold filthy floor, he said "God. Please, I don't want to die." Instead;

[He, the boy…]

…

Iori walked out casually out of Joe's Diner, duffel bag in hand with a bag of chips he so calmly 'persuaded' a terrified customer to 'give up'. Iori was slowly becoming aware of his awkwardness and his apparent inability to adapt to his new environment and had to find some time to recollect and plan out how he was going to survive in this world he had never been in before. Unknown to him there was an ominous shadow following him from behind... stealthily prancing, dancing within walks of people and hiding his aura from even Iori Yagami, the most feared of Yagami palace...

Iori succumbed to the growling sounds of his stomach and cursed his pride at the diner.

{One of these days my damn pride will kill me, my hunger will get the best of me...}

Iori was going to reach for his bell, which, in theory, was supposed to be strapped to the back of his belt, but when he felt for it, there was nothing...

{Eh?} Iori wondered... {Where's that damn bell}

Iori continued to frisk his butt and back but couldn't find what he was looking for.

{Oh shit!} Iori thought, {I'm not in Yagami palace anymore, I don't have any servants to call with my bell...}

A large sweat drop ran down Iori's temple, and vertical purple lines striped his forehead...

{Hara hetta na...(uuuuug... I'm hungry)} he groaned to himself...

Iori heard a crunch from his coat pocket and unveiled the pack of chips he got from Joe's Diner and examined it. All his life Iori had lived in Yagami palace and had never seen a pack of chips before. Although he did see commercials on TV of people eating them, he just couldn't bring himself to remember how they did it. Iori tried to poke a hole into the pack but failed miserably; then, he attempted to pull the entire thing apart, but he heard a faint crunch and decided that, that wasn't the way to do it. He stuck his palm out and in an instant purple flames danced on his fingertips, he tried to burn a hole slowly but it didn't work on the foil wrapping. In frustration Iori screamed and threw his fist up and sent it down hoping to crush the pack open, but before his fist made contact a girls voice called out...

"Hey, that's not the way to do it, silly!" The voice called out. "You need some help?"

"Eh? Nani... (what?)" Iori looked up slowly with a growl. "What do you want!" Iori shouted.

"Hi!" the girl said still smiling despite Iori's verbal attack.

Iori stepped back and was shocked that the girl seemed unfazed by his yell. This girl stood over him, she was dressed neatly in a sailor fuku, a girl's school uniform with a brown leather jacket over it. Her hair was dark brown, had little red streaks and came down to her shoulders, and she was holding a little kindergarden girl by the hand. Iori looked at the trembling child who hid behind the girl's skirt while peeking one eye out to him. Iori immediately pulled back and taken by surprise, tried his best to keep a calm face.

{eh? what's going on, it's only a kid, what am I so guilty about...}

"Hi! My name is Seirimi-chan." Seirimi said as she pointed to her nose, and this, she said as she slowly pulled the little girl from behind her, "This young lady is Miyuki."

{What the hell is wrong with this Seirimi?} Iori thought to himself, {Why the hell isn't she afraid of me?} Iori grumbled and his face became firm again.

"Look Bit..." Iori stammered as he looked down at Miyuki.. "Look girl, what is it that you want?!" Iori growled.

Miyuki hid behind Seirimi and started to cry a bit. Something snapped in Iori's mind as his chest began to hurt as she looked at Miyuki's teary eyes... Iori stopped at that instant and calmed down. He sat back and tried to calm the girl down by keeping his distance.

"Ano... (uh...)" Iori mumbled to Miyuki. "Stop it okay..." Iori tried to say without looking so concerned, as he looked as if he was annoyed.

Seirimi smiled to Iori still seemingly unfooled by Iori's tough image. Somehow Iori thought, she knew what was going on in Iori's head, was it his actions, was it the way he talked or was it his eyes.. Iori thought to himself, was there some flaw in Iori's image that made Seirimi unafraid of him, he wondered.

"Anyway, please don't worry about Miyuki-chan, she just is very shy and likes to cry a lot." Seirimi said as she waved her hands up and down in front of Iori. "Miyuki saw you with the bag of chips and wanted to help you. She was too shy to come here so I came with her.."

Suddenly an unbearable thunderclap echoed behind Iori and sweat drops raced down his face as his whole face blushed. Iori's eyes widened and it seemed that his face turned into a cartoony nature (Super Deformed FORM).

"Na... Na.. NANI!? (wh..wh..what the!?)" Iori exclaimed. "I.. I..."

"Oh, come on, it is okay, I assume you haven't eaten junk food before and I admire that in guys, it shows they have discipline or have self control you know..." Seirimi smiled.

"I ... I..." Iori stammered.

"Here here... Miyuki-chan, come help this nice gentleman and open the chips..."

"Un!" Miyuki-chan said happily as she smiled and wiped her tears.

"OI KORA! (HEY YOU!)" Iori yelled as he put one foot on the bench (still in Super Deformed FORM), with shark teeth protruding from his mouth. "I am talking here!"

At that moment a shadow emerged from the shadows of the trees and made the leaves rustle. Iori was still jabbering and moving his jaw like a bear trap, when a sudden thrash was heard and wood flew in all directions.

"GOT 'IM!" The shadow exclaimed...

When the dust cleared Iori was standing on the broken bench still yapping like a crazed maniac. BLINK BLINK went the shadowy figure as Iori seemed to pay no attention to his attack...

"'EY YOU!" The assailant yelled.

But his yell was in vain since Iori still paid no attention to him and continued to try to demoralize Seirimi.

{That's it!} The dark figure thought to himself with his fist clenched... {I will attack with all my might, and since he is not paying any attention, I will surely destroy him...}

In a blurr, it happened, his attack. There was a loud thunderclap and the figure smiled, but to his surprise, Iori was balancing on one foot dodging the attack, and all that he hit was the soil where Iori's foot was. In an instant, Iori's face became serious again and he turned around to face his attacker..

"What do you want, asshole?" Iori growled in a terrible tone that send shivers up the man's spine.

Iori analyzed the man from his feet up, he was wearing tight black leather pants, and had a spiked leather jacket over a white tank top, his hair was blonde and spiked except for the little rats's tail that was waving in the wind behind him.

"Finally got you attention 'ey?" He mocked. "You looked kind'a pathetic back there bloke, canna even open a packet of crisps!" he jeered. "Got the sudden urge to beat the mug out of you, you stupid Jap! I just can't stand spoiled people like you, funny in the head and crap! He he... you think you're so tough, I'm a gonna beat you silly."

The man pointed forward and turned to face Iori, "AND THEN..." he yelled, but to his surprise Iori was back in his Super Deformed body trying to pry the bag of chips from Miyuki's little hands. This time, it was the man's turn to turn Super Deformed and a crow flew behind him slowly, squawking, signifying his embarrassment since noone was paying any attention to him.

"HEY! I'M TALKING HERE!" He yelled as he attacked again.

In a twinkling there was a blurr as he jerked, and almost simultaneously, Iori, with his trained eye and sharp reflexes followed the dark blurry shadow that was approaching. Iori was ready to sidestep the attack, when he realized that it wasn't him that was the target but the pair of Seirimi and Miyuki. At an instant, Iori's legs tensed like they always did and prepared to leap towards his opponent to knock him unconscious, he was in no danger so he could easily do away with the guy in a flash, but somehow his legs wouldn't move, SHIT! Iori thought to himself...

The world moved in slow motion for Iori's quick movements, and he traced the blindingly fast shadow, for sure it would hit the two square...

"BAKAYARO! (IDIOTS!)" Iori shouted, "GET OUT OF THE WAY!"

Iori put his palm to Seirimi's chest but Seirmi suddenly wrapped her hand around Iori's wrist and twisted it somewhat... {What the hell?} Iori thought {How can she do that? She's guiding my thrust..?}

"YOU PERVERT!" Seirimi yelled as she tried to move Iori's hand away.

{You idiot...} Iori thought...

Iori snapped his wrist and palm and reversed the twist and Seirimi lost her grip. Iori then turned his hand upside down and positioned it to her belly instead.. {Okay...} Iori calculated, {This much pressure won't draw blood...}

"WHHUUUURRYAAA!" Iori growled, as he cocked his palm back a few millimeters and pushed forward.

The thrust from his palm sent a sudden pressure to Seirimi and she was pushed backwards and fell into the bushes. Seirimi yelled in fright and the leaves rustled...

{Wait..} Iori thought... {I only heard one person fall into the bushes... Which means...}

Iori thought right as Miyuki was still standing in the path of the attack unaware of the apparent danger. {How?} Iori tried to think, while seconds seemed to pass like minutes then hours for him... {SHIT!} Iori snapped, {She was holding my wrist with both hands and let go of the girl...} Iori grit his teeth and looked at Miyuki, his plan was foolproof Seirimi was supposed to be holding onto the girl and pull her back as well, if Iori tried the same approach with the girl Miyuki's bones would surely shatter no matter how softly Iori would do it, or worse it would kill her. There was no time so Iori jumped towards Miyuki grabbed her and tried to leap again... In a painful thud, something skimmed Iori's thigh, not much damage but it was still a close call. Miyuki, in Iori's arms couldn't help but watch in horror as the bag of chips fell slowly to the ground and exploded as the attack hit it squarely.

Time started to flow normally again and Seirimi stood up from the bushes infuriated, but when she saw the attacker, and Iori setting Miyuki down, she understood the matter at hand. Miyuki just stood there and it took a few seconds for it to register in her mind but when it did, she burst into tears...

"Eh!?" The man smiled, "So, will you take me serious..."

"U...RU...SAI! (SHUT UP!)" Iori interrupted. The man was taken by surprise and fell a step back. "What the FUCK do you want damn it..."

"Hey Hey! I just want to have a match with you, BAAABY!" The man mocked.

"Don't call me BABY, DICKHEAD!" Iori growled... Iori split his legs about 2 feet apart and the brown leather strap in between his legs snapped and tightened. He raised his left palm up in a claw and had his right low and defensive. He relaxed his wrists and started to move them smoothly in circles.

Iori placed all his weight on his hips, pushing his arms from his diaphragm. His hand would curl in relaxed and would push out taught in an eccentric smooth, then suddenly sporadic movement. His breathing began to slow, and with it the air around him seemed to grow dense, and the denser it got the smoother his movements became – cutting a hole in the cementitious air.

Then.. he stopped.

"Omae wo KOROSU, KISAMA! (I'll kill you , bastard!)" Iori threatened, "Sono mama SHINE! (Die just like that!)" The dust from Iori's feet started to rise and the wind started to encircle his aura... The leaves around him twisted turned, and flew around him.

Miyuki stopped crying and looked in awe at Iori, same went for Seirimi.

The man smiled... "My name is Jack White..." The man jeered, as he snapped a red blue and white bandanna around his head. It snapped and gripped onto his head and he tied it securely with one hand... "Pleased to make your acquaintance..." Jack hunched over, sticking his butt out and had his hands to his sides like an old time cowboy ready to go for his gun, and Iori just smirked at the ignorant looking fighting stance...

"IKUZO! (LET'S GO!)" Iori yelled, as he slouched down and like a tidal wave, went down and slithered up to attack his opponent, but suddenly Jack reached for something behind his jacket and it leapt out like a viper, and that something solid hit Iori's shoulder making Iori side step to see what sort of foul play was going on and cursed his carelessness.

Jack held a red staff, it was in three pieces and was held together with a long rope fixed in the middle of the tube. With a sudden jerk of his wrist, Jack made the sticks click and lock into a single long pole, and flipped it around his wrist as it were a pencil. It spun and spun and mocked Iori even further. Iori couldn't win from a distance and decided that he had to get in close to attack. He concentrated and his white shirt started to flutter like wings.

Jack twisted his staff and tried to break Iori's stance for he knew what Iori was trying to do, the staff hit Iori's chest. Iori's temples bulged and his teeth clenched in grimace and pain. The sudden shock to his midsection wanted to shut down Iori's entire system like a fuse, visibly weakening him at the knees. It took all his concentration to just stay focused at the attack at hand cause he couldn't afford to black out even for a second. He cursed himself for underestimating his opponent.

Jack didn't slow down. He rushed and started thrusting his staff to Iori's joints and pressure points, and it ended when Jack hit Iori's chest squarely and Iori spat blood.

Iori fell on one knee and wrapped his arms around his midsection, maintaining a taught pressure on his center of mass as if he could support his frame from the outside. Jack just laughed as the crimson ran down Iori's lip.

A slight grunt made Jack look again at his quarry and to his horror, Iori was still smiling, smiling a sinister smile that said I have won. Iori got up and wiped the blood on his thumb and licked it. Seirimi went BLINK BLINK... and blushed...

"DOSH'TA!" Iori taunted. An in a flash purple flames appeared in Iori's palm. He moved his fingers and shaped it into a ball before throwing the Yami Barai onto the ground like a skipping stone, and in a twinkle it raced on the ground like a dashing phantom set on engulfing Jack in it's fire.

"Oh, no no no..." Jack smiled as he threw his staff forward. It split into three pieces and hit the ground directly in front of Iori's DARK THRUST. It made the ground shatter and smothered the flames. "Gotcha!" Jack exclaimed, but he had realized his demise too late, as Iori ran towards him with his right hand extended hungry for his face. Jack couldn't recall his staff in time so he tensed his legs and leapt high into the air. Iori's hand grabbed thin air, so instinctively he leapt backwards and he bumped into something, he looked behind him and there was Seirimi. Iori's eyes widened...

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" Iori shouted... "You women are always getting in the way!"

Just then something snapped in Iori's mind as he heard a whistling sound, and from the corner of his eye, he could see Jack coming down twirling his pole... screeching.

{TEME... (bitch...)} Iori thought. {3 seconds...} he calculated as he just stood still in front of Seirimi. Calm and emotionless. Seirimi wondered what was going on and suddenly a thud and a crack was heard as Jack's stick hit Iori's back.

"..." Seirimi yelled, realizing she didn't know the man's name...

"JUST GET AWAY!" Iori yelled as he started to get up.

Jack just smiled and held his pole in front of him in defense.

"Heh, you're not strong at all... Who cares about the woman, I don't want you to hold back... I want to know just how strong you really are.. COME ON!" Jack called... "If you don't maybe I can do you a favour and get rid of the kid too, ey?"

At that moment, Iori's eyes, started to twitch, and his hair flew... "ONORE (BASTARD)…"

[Fine, I will attack you with all my strength...]

"Ano... (uhm...)" Seirimi tried to come closer, and tried to wipe the blood from Iori's mouth, but she abruptly stepped back as flames started to bite her hands when she got too close...

"Okay!" I will attack you with all my power!" Jack called... Jack spun his staff around and around, behind him, to the side, behind his neck twisting it and turning it around his wrists and under his arms, and to Seirimi's horror, the crimson staff blurred in the blinding speed.

The staff cut through the air and whistled a sweet tune. With blinding speed the red flashes warped the colours and images around Jack, then when the staff could twirl no faster, it did uninstinctively seemed to become slower, leaving a trail of red afterimages in its path. Then, the twisted, blurred images turned to flames. "Eat this...!" Jack called as he released the ring of fire. The fire engulfed Iori and Jack just laughed...

Seirimi was overcome with guilt, because of her Iori lost and could be dead, no normal person could survive such an incredible attack.

Jack thought to himself {You're not so tough...} as he remembered an earlier conversation. There was a blonde haired man who had his hair pulled back and wore a tie and business suit.

"Remember, you're job is to protect him at all costs. His father is one of the most powerful Yakuza lords there is, and he came to me for help. He wants his son to be protected at all costs and wanted to hire a bodyguard. I want you to do it." The towering figure instructed him. "With this he will owe me a favour, and a favour from the great Yagami is like a wish from GOD... do you realize that, but if we fail, it will mean our deaths… Do you understand!"

"But Geese," He said, "I don't want to baby-sit some spoiled brat who had a silver spoon up ass since birth... you know me better than that! All those rich people know is to manipulate others and control them. I don't want to cover his ass in some tournament. He probably can't even fight for himself."

"SHUT UP!" Geese said. "You know better than to go against my wishes you piece of trash." Geese pushed the kneeling man to the wall and his staff flew to the other end of the dark office. Geese tugged him from the collar of his jacket and glared at him like a rabid animal. Don't forget who carried your sorry English ass off the gutter when you were a child.. heh, you were nothing but a petty thief back then. I trained you, taught you how to live, how to survive, lift your sorry ass from the shit hole you were living in. Without me you would still be eating rats at that back alley. Your body and soul belongs to me, don't you forget that!"

Geese kicked him in the gut and blood started to pour out of his mouth. He tried to maintain his consciousness and try to crawl to Geese.

"I am sorry, Geese, I am sorry, Geese..." He wheezed frantically, as he tried to hug Geese's shins shamelessly.

"HUMPH!" Geese smirked. "Like the dog you are. Don't you forget that you owe your life to ME!"

ME... those words echoed in Jacks head, it ravaged and exploded, engulfed his entire being - while at that time blood was dripping down from his mouth and nose like a faucet. He could see himself, as a child, in the alleyways, he would scavenge for food and shelter, he had no mother or father that he knew, a bastard child abandoned because of something that went wrong in some unknown brothel one dark night, around him were curses, yells, Rich people… He knew, who treated him like trash and mocked him. Throwing leftovers to his face which he would gladly eat.

And the pimps would take advantage of him too, they would sell him to lecherous old men, pedophiles who enjoyed violating his body, but he was soon immune to the pain, and would do anything for food.

And the rich men's children would be no different, they would treat him like a rag doll and beat him with sticks... They would beat him and beat him mercilessly and he would cower and cover himself in the gutters as he whimpered, and before he lost his consciousness he would see the sticks stained with his own blood, red, shining, warm, the red sticks that drove him insane.

Then one night it was the same he guessed, he would be sold as meat again to some perverted millionaire, those who would buy happiness from others' pain, who's drug was to see someone else suffer. When the room opened he saw a man in a black business suit, a blonde man who had his hair slicked back. The pimp left him and the man asked him to sit on the bed next to him. He said his name was Geese, Geese Howard. Jack stood up and started to undress, and stared blankly at Geese, like a soulless machine.

Geese looked at his chest and back and saw burns, cuts and gashes. "No No," Geese said, "It's not like that, I have come to take you away..." Geese got his shirt and put it on Jack once more.

Jack who was about 11 years old screamed out... "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT OLD MAN!" Jack yelled. "Don't toy with me, just get it over with, STICK YOURSELF INTO ME and get it over with, leave your FUCKING bookmark." Jack cried... "I don't mind, but please.. please don't deceive me..."

"No No, I..." Geese tried to reason...

At that moment the door swung open and Dick, Jack's pimp, stormed into the room...

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU doing... You piece of shit!" Dick yelled, you trying to scare the business away!?" Dick pulled out a pole from the back of his trousers and hit Jack square in the jaw. Jack flew to the corner of the room and his blood flowed like a waterfall down his eyes. He saw the stick in Dick's hand , it was red, red with his own blood, patches were fresh and the rest of it was flaky and dried up.

The boy's shaky voice cracked. His whimpering plea and panicking heartbeat became ragged, fast paced, the thumping noises in his head rung a static shredding noise between his ears. There was nothing he could do, and finally the deafening noise became worse than the impending pain and fear of death.

He lost all composure and started laughing, bellowing, hollering; if only to drown out the noise and pressure in his cranium... Dick, got scared for once, he was the God in that hell house of a brothel, and he had never known fear before - he rushed at Jack and hit him in the cheek. Jack's face swung to the side, stopped and slowly he turned around, his face was blue and black and red all over, but he just smiled an insane yet calm grin. Dick proceeded to beat the rest of his body, but Jack just stood there, visibly twitching from the sheer force and impact of the blows, but held his stature unwavering. He had taken worse beatings and it is remarkable how the human body under so much pressure and exposure can adapt. Jack could no longer feel any pain. Dick screeched out in horror as the bleeding mess walked towards him smiling.

Dick raised the pole up and swung it down with all his might, but he made the mistake of closing his eyes. Jack merely limped to the side and effectively, and unknowingly dodged the blow and with a pair of scissors in hand, crucified dick's wrist through to and past the bone.

Tonight fear was replaced. It is sad that only through SUFFERING can we find salvation. Tonight instead, he didn't say "Please, please, I don't want to die."

Dick yelled for help, but noone could hear him, in his hell house there were moans and screams, screams of pleasure and pain, and noone would care about yet another cry for help, it's just another whore having fun someone would think. Dick shivered in the corner, and without a blink, Jack slashed both of Dick's legs. He shivered and pleaded Geese to help him, but all that Geese could do was watch in both horror and amazement at Jack's unwavering visage.

Jack calmly beat Dick to death with the stick left and right, until his brains spilled on the floor. Jack's master lay beneath his feet shaking erratically from shock. He didn't even know he was already dead. Then finally, one last crunch was what finished the act – the red stick had driven Dick's nose into his body and as quickly as it started the wiggling fish lay still. As if nothing had transpired, Jack made his slow way to the side, cowered in a corner and started hugging the pole, stroking it and putting his cheek against it.

Geese approached him slowly and Jack got up. He ran towards Geese, but Geese was prepared. He put his arm under Jack's wrist and blocked the hack, and his hand slithered around Jack's wrist and when he was in an arm lock grabbed the pole. Jack realizing he was overpowered, gave up and knelt on the floor. Geese threw the stick aside.

"You are not like the rest... Come, I will give you a new home and a new life..." Geese said.

Jack cried and slowly made his way to this man, his hand were all bloody and he wrapped him arms around Geese. Jack cried in joy that finally all his pain and suffering will finally be over, for a God has come for him...

It was back to the park and Jack looked at his pole and remembered... As the fires died down he thought to himself, {Geese, I will always remain faithful to you... I owe you my body and soul..., but I cannot, I cannot forgive a rich man's son, I will not let them abuse me ever again, and before I serve him as a bodyguard, he has to prove to me that he can fight for himself... "Heh", but he was weak after all... I am sorry Geese, I have been unfaithful, when I return I will accept any punishment...} Jack turned around, and started to walk away.

"Wait! JACK WHITE!" a voice came. I challenge you!

"Eh?" Jack smiled as Seirimi confronted him. "YOU?! HA KYAH! Don't make me laugh..."

Jack shot his pole and it split into three pieces and dove to Seirimi, Seirimi could only cross her arms to wait for the blow, but then there was a sudden rush, pain, no it was heat, purple flames hit the pole from the side and singed the edge of Seirimi's skirt.

"Jyamada to ittandarou oi onna. I said get out of my way!" came a boom from behind... It was Iori, hand in his pocket and two of his fingers from his other hand in his mouth.

{IMPOSSIBLE!} Jack thought, he dodged my blow!

"BAKAYARO! (IDIOT)" Iori called as he walked towards Jack, don't you underestimate IORI YAGAMI... "

Seirimi's eyes widened {Iori.. Yagami...?}

"You PIG!" Jack yelled, "I'll finish you off this time." but before he could even lift his staff, purple flames came after him, he had no time to block the onslaught, all he could do was dodge them. To his horror, while Jack was preoccupied with the purple fiery monster, Iori raced in, followed his DARK THRUST like quicksilver, and closed the distance between them - in a moment Iori was right in front of him, smiling...

The world turned black and everything stopped; Naked in front of a serpent.

Jack started to sweat in fear, trembled all over. Iori put his finger tips on Jack's bare belly and started to move it sweetly, up and then down...

"How does it feel?" Iori sneered... "The feeling of fear as it races through your body... Just like the feeling of a young girl in love..." Iori reached down and put his mouth next to Jack's ear and whispered sweetly... "Asobi wo Owari da... (the game is over)"

Jack felt a sharp feeling, and when he looked down, he saw that his belly was bleeding, and as Iori traced his fingers up slowly the cuts got longer and longer. What is he doing? How is he doing this Jack thought in horror. It wasn't nails, it wasn't a blade, it was just Iori's fingertips. Could it be? Jack thought... It's the bludgeon slash... There is an old technique, a legend of how trained individuals could move so fast and make their fingertips vibrate in a blinding whirr, that the pressure would tear skin, and then Jack knew that this 'rich man's son' was no weakling, and his lust for revenge had finally caught up with him...

Iori acted, stabbing and slashing. His soft fingertips would pass and caress Jack's flesh as if driven by wicked foreplay. At first Jack would feel nothing, but then his skin would tear open and blood would spray out, and right after, purple flames would engulf it and cauterize the wound, it was sickening how the wound would open and close in an instant, only to be cut once again, and when Jack was at the brink of exhaustion, Iori crossed his wrists, wrapped it around Jack's neck and lifted him up"

Oh the sweet ecstasy as he drove his fingers into the sides of Jack's neck, tickling his arteries.

"Sayonara... gaijin-san (good bye, Mr. Englishman)" Iori jeered.

"Mai... Maiden ... Masher..." Jack whimpered.

"BOOM!" Iori yelled and dropped Jack on the floor... Iori exploded into a fit of laughter and walked back to Miyuki...

"Why?" Jack called out, at the edge of consciousness.

"Why? Because I don't want to kill you.. BILLY CANE" Iori smiled.

{WHAT?! He knew who I was...}

"Remember to introduce yourself first Billy," Geese said back then, "He doesn't know who you are, just knows that his father hired a bodyguard to protect him..."

{He knew...} Billy thought {All this time I didn't want to divulge my identity so he would fight for real... If he knew who I was he would hold back or even not fight knowing that I was his bodyguard... Yet, he held back, if this were a real fight... He ... he would've killed me!}

Billy picked up his pole and used it as a brace to set him up. {Why... did he spare me...} "Was it your father? Was this why you didn't kill me? If I had won, I would've killed you! I hate spoiled brats..." Billy pathetically yelled, a statement, or maybe a question. To Iori and maybe, to himself.

"Naw, I just like you that is all... HA HA HAHA HAA!" Iori said and smirked.

{What kind of man are you, Iori Yagami? I had once thought all rich men were selfish, power-hungry and immoral... but you, you are different... Ever since those days, alone and hungry, I had no regrets when I killed... and when I was with Geese, he trained me and removed all form of emotion within me, murder meant nothing...} Billy thought... But this once, just this once, he didn't know exactly why, he didn't want to kill this one man...

Seirimi put her hands on her chest relieved that Iori was safe... Iori walked towards her and she started to blush. She thought of her plan of attack, would she hug him, or say sorry then cry, or do all three at once... YES Seirimi thought, all at once, and he can't resist, the moment is perfect... "Iori!..." she started, but the stopped midway as she looked down...

"Do you wanna cookie? Iori-san?" Miyuki offered... On her tiptoes trying to reach Iori's mouth.

"Uz! Arigato (thanks)!" Iori mumbled as he devoured the cookie whole...

Seirimi just fell apart as she saw Miyuki jump up and kiss Iori on the cheek...

…

Instead, he said "I… WILL… KILL… YOU. I SWEAR."

- and then, as it was in the beginning, God had finally heard his plea.