The Colour Purple Chapter 7: Innocent BOY, 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?"

"A child's imagination is only limited by their experience in life - That is why they make friends easily; are not afraid of challenges; and forgive without a second thought."

-Judas Gospel

-08.28.04

Chapter 7: Innocent B-O-Y

"I want to grow up..." said one little boy who thought he could conquer the world.

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Children ran round and round the playground, proclaiming their immunity to the harsh world around them. Happy and free, and yet so ignorant of their 'power', so much unlike the adults who would walk up and down the busy streets for no apparent reason, these children had everything these mindless office workers did not have. Happiness and freedom. Why? That is because they are innocent; innocent of the present evils of the world, but once they acquire knowledge of things like evil, hypocrisy, jealousy, greed and pride, then they have forsaken their childhood, forced to coexist with the suffering that comes with bearing the knowledge of the real world. In such cases like this, knowledge destroys.

It is a wicked cycle, where a child is denied happiness because he is "Too young..." and the false hope is implanted in his mind that when he grows up...

Thus the child forsakes everything "childish..." and to his despair, he realizes the paradox of freedom...

What does it mean to be an Adult? It means having to conform to society's chains - chains that inhibit one from what he feels is important over what is just; beaten into their minds by society...

... and an irony, to be free, a child must become an adult.

"When I grow up..." these children would say...

So what is the greatest power that exists in the world? Innocent Boy?

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Billy Cane sat in the tree in thought, thought of the events that happened six months ago when he first set eyes upon his new master, Iori Yagami. Iori did not even fight him whole heatedly and yet he defeated Billy rather quickly. It was more than just tarnished pride. Billy never did want to fight, broken up in the streets of London, treated like garbage. He always cursed his fate and blamed it all on the rich, those who would use the power of money to control the lives of people like him. He blacked out his mind, his blind prejudice blamed it all on the rich. Hate and desire, poverty and suffering were all because of the rich. It was a dog eat dog world where the wealthy businessmen could buy anything, the law, happiness it would seem, and even human soul.

And the only way the poor could revolt was through VOILENCE, such barbaric ways were the only weapons they had, and Billy questioned who of the two sides was really at fault.

How he narrowed his views on life and focused it all on his bitter memories. He never questioned his prejudice until that moment Iori said, "I like you, that is all...", and with that Billy gave Iori his respect.

He looked up in the sky and then at the rustling leaves in the tree, then he asked himself {Why? Why is Iori like this?} He looked down at the playground and saw Seirimi-chan playing with the schoolchildren in by the jungle gym. Then he looked farther to the kindergarten just a few meters from the playground, over the sandbox, and the small grassy field. In one particular window stood a maroon haired man with circular spectacles, dressed in tight fitting purple jeans and a khaki sport coat. It was his master Iori whom he was assigned to protect. Billy couldn't help but cough a bit as he noticed Iori smile a bit and burst out in laughter as the children crawled over and around him in play. Iori didn't know that Billy followed him wherever he went, so Billy could only be taken aback at the smile he rarely saw from a bitter visaged man.

{Could this be it...?} Billy wondered as he pulled an apple from his blue jean overalls, took a hearty bite and wiped his mouth with his British flag bandanna.

...

"AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! You incompetent morons!" Iori yelled as he tried to tear his hair out.

The children he was taking care of only looked at each other in confusion as to what 'incompetent moron' actually meant. "Grown up talk..." they would mutter to themselves, and not slowing from their pace continued to molest Iori, pulling on his jacket and climbing on top of his head and shoulders. Occasionally, one of his students...

Oh, upon meeting Seirimi Iori figured out that he needed a JOB in order to pay for his living expenses, and presumably, his 'allowance' from Yagami clan was not enough to satisfy both his high living costs and his pride as well. Seirimi suggested that he should work for the local Neo-Tokyo Kindergarten. It would help him adjust to the outside world since he had been living too much of a 'sheltered life'. Iori failed to inform her that he was getting an allowance from his Yakuza family, in fact he didn't mention he was a Yakuza at all. Anyway, with no other alternative to waste his time, he decided to become a kindergarten teacher.

Well, back to the story; Occasionally, one of Iori's students would climb on top of the shelves and he had to rush over while a kid was holding on to his leg with all fours. {Hell, when I was a kid, I didn't have the guts to do this... or neither did I have someone to...} Iori's train of thought broke when he saw Chiyomi who was on top of the shelf, lose balance and started to fall over. Iori's reflexes kicked in and in one motion, he broke Jiro's lock on his leg by slithering his fingers through Jiro's hands and legs, then jumped towards Chiyomi. He caught her in mid flight, and curled into a ball. The book shelf toppled and came down on him, books, toys, and all.

"Yagami-sensei (teacher Yagami), where are you?" came a chorus of children. Iori's students went over and tried to dig their teacher from the mess of books and stuff. They saw him hugging onto Chiyomi, protecting her with his back. The kids helped Chiyomi out and continued to play, leaving Iori's legs, which were sticking out from the mess, trembling in midair. After five minutes, Iori knew he had been forsaken and emerged from the pile like an undead zombie...

"OI KOZO! (Hey you brat) What the hell is your problem you insensitive little brats! I swear I'll make you eat pavement one day." Iori screeched as he started waving his hands up and down in a super deformed nature, complete with alligator teeth. As usual, his students looked at each other ignorant of these 'grown up' words and merely grinned, more in confusion. "Don't you know who I am?" Iori growled, then posed as intimidating as a Yakuza boss could.

"You're Yagami-sensei..." one of his students replied. Iori realized how useless it was to try to intimidate these children, and his joints just froze as a large sweatdrop slowly ran down his cheek.

"BAKA! (Silly...)" Chiyomi said, and her classmates followed suit.

Iori's teeth cringed and he picked up Chiyomi by the collar... Iori started to open his mouth when his solemn mood was broken with..

"Yagami-sensei, you're hurting me..." Chiyomi said softly.

Iori realized that he had just lost his temper, again, and set her down carefully. Iori let out a breath to keep him calm, and just looked at Chiyomi apologetically.

"Now, let's just quiet down okay, if you quiet down and behave I will show you all a..."

"Youko wet her pants!" He heard a voice call out, as he was interrupted. Iori cursed his luck and accompanied Youko to the corner of the room and helped her change her clothes. After the excruciatingly embarrassing experience Iori slapped his cheeks to get the blush out then continued.

"If you behave I will show you all a trick..." Iori coaxed.

"What is it, what is it, Iori-sensei-chan?(chan is used like the English -dear or -darling)" Miyuki interrupted again.

{I...Iori.. -sen... Iori-sensei...-CHAN!?} Iori cringed just thinking of how his father might react if he was seen being called this, but he kept his cool.

"Yoshi...(okay)" Iori exclaimed as he put his finger up in the air. Iori concentrated and slowly it started to glow, then a soft purple flame appeared from his finger tip. For the first time all of Iori's students dropped what they were doing and admired their teacher with 100% attention. Iori made the flame dance on his finger tip, and like a snake he made it twirl, then go around to 'sit up' on his palm. The flame grew, and in a flash, Iori snuffed the flame in his fist.

There was a long silence, children stupefied at the 'trick' then all at one they stuck out their fingers and held their breath, their cheeks puffed up. Iori couldn't help but tremble all over... it started from his feet, rushed up to his knees, then when it reached his chest, he couldn't hold back and exploded into a fit of insane laughter... The laughter echoed through the room and any self respecting adult would explode in a fit of anger, but to Iori's surprise, the kids only laughed back, trying to mimic his mockery. {This is useless...} Iori said to himself as he shook and tried to cover the warm smile on his mouth.}

Miyuki came over and tugged on Iori's jacket prodding him to bend over so she could whisper something in his ear.

"Iori-sensei-chan, how do you do that?" Miyuki asked. "When I grow up I will be able to do that too, ne?"

Iori knelt down and grinned at Miyuki. "Maybe... but it is not the what is out here that is important" Iori said as he put his left hand on Miyuki's shoulder. "It's what is in here that counts." Iori finished as he pointed at Miyuki's chest.

"Huh?" Miyuki said in confusion.

"You must get what is inside... You know when you are feeling angry or scared sometimes? You feel something cold in your chest, but when you are happy, you feel warm. Take it, and try to put that warmth in your stomach, then let it flow to your hand then your fingers." Iori stood up and looked at the kids who were eavesdropping on him... "Only good... only good people can do this..." Iori stammered a bit. "When you grow up.. maybe if you still remember what I said, well, maybe..."

Iori put his hands in his pocket and leaned on the wall. {What a bunch of kids...}

Seirimi came into the room and informed Iori that it was time to dismiss class. Iori, aware of an outsider, calmed himself and glared at Seirimi. "What do you want now?" Iori grunted. Iori got up and eyed Seirimi evilly trying to stare her down, he stood there for almost a minute and Seirimi decided to walk around him...

"Iori, have you been picking on the kids again?" Seirimi said as she looked at the toppled bookshelf. "That look won't hide the fact that you've been too rough with these kids... Clean up the mess now!"

"Shut UP! Wench!" Iori shouted. "I've got no time for these things."

One boy from the crowd started laughing "Her name is Seirimi, Yagami-Sensei forgot her naaame, forgot her naaame..." He giggled.

Iori snarled to himself, and faced Seirimi... "I've had it with these kids, I'm never coming back!" Iori said angrily to Seirimi and stormed out of the classroom, but Iori always returned the next day, as he's been doing for all of 6 months now...

...

Iori left the schoolgrounds with his leather folder clipped between his arms and his hands in his pockets. He felt a familiar aura, then looked to the side. He felt the wind rush to him and pink flower petals came flying towards him, engulfing the environment with a sweet fragrance.

"How corny... Typical of him..." Iori grumbled as he clipped a sakura petal between his middle and index fingers, and set it aflame with a snap of his thumb.

"How do you do, Iori Yagami?" came a man who appeared like a spectre from amidst the cyclone of petals. He was middle aged, but was built for someone of his years. He wore a white kimono with navy blue flower patterns, and had each of his hands in the other's sleeves. He had blue wrappings on his feet and wore tall wooden clogs. However, his most distinguishing feature was his slicked back hair, that had the front sticking out like spikes. "It has been a long time, you have grown since last we met."

"Oi, Ji Ji (hey, gramps), you've come back for more eh?" Iori sneered.

"Oh,... not really, I have come because of your father's wishes. I am..."

"Shut the FUCK up, Kisaragi!" I'm not finished with you yet!" Iori called.

"SIGH... Yare yare…" the middle aged Eiji let out... "It's been 14 long years and still you can't get over it... It must be terrible to live a Yakuza... so edgy and can't even let things go..."

"Humph, It doesn't matter, my father probably sent you to the slaughter. How nice sending you to me so that you could be killed!" Iori smiled evilly. He threw his folder to the sidewalk, took off his jacket and in a flash, shred his clothes pants and sweater, he showed off his 'Sex Pistols' fashion brown leather bondage pants complete with the strap in between, and his waving white oxford/Marie-Claire shirt..

Billy jumped from the tree he was sitting in and stood coolly at the sidewalk between Eiji and Iori.

"JOUTOU-MADDEY (bad accent for Chotto matte = wait a moment) Playtimes over gramps! You're not gonna come any closer, rooster man!" Billy called in a macho fashion. He twirled his stick around his arms and let it crash on the pavement, making crack marks racing from its epicenter. "I'm going to give your sorry ass till the count'a five, and then I'll have to be forced to dump your sorry bottom in the rubbish bin. WAHAHAHYAHAYA!"

Billy looked to the pair, but as usual he was ignored again... "AAAAARRGGGHH!" Billy let out in a blast. Neither of the two removed their glare from the other's icy stare, Iori, being warm and vengeful, while Eiji's cool and calm. Billy pulled off his bandanna and bit it to relieve his frustration. The turned into a silly looking Super deformed body and started to beat the trash cans to pulps just to get their attention, and after four crows came by cawing out and making him realize his incompetence, Billy decided on the direct approach. He pouted, trodded over to Iori and popped the earphone from Iori's ear...

"I AM TALKING HEEEEEEEEERRRREEEEE!" Billy hollered to Iori's ear. Iori seemingly annoyed glared at Billy, and sent chills through his body.

"What do you want? I will handle this _O-K-A-Y_?" Iori said condescendingly.

"But.. but... I have to..." Billy tried to argue that defending Iori was his job.

"I am not deaf okay..." Iori snarled at Billy... Billy turned back into Super deformed form and with his eyes in semi circles let a sweatdrop fall down his cheek, as a strap from his overalls, slid down his shoulder. Iori took out his walkman and threw it to Billy.

"Here, take care of it for me... I wouldn't want you to get HURT." Iori said sarcastically. Billy only sat on the wall that surrounded the school and popped the earphone in his ear.

"Hmmm, British... uh... yes! Sex Pistols!" Billy said in triumph.

"Haaaaaaaaaahhhhhh..." Iori said as a sigh, as Billy started to mutter the lyrics to 'Anarchy in the U.K.'

Iori focused again on Eiji, with his hands in a ready fighting stance. This time, you won't run away like a coward... Kisaragi..." Iori Taunted. Fists clenched by his sides Iori charged up and the wind encircled him. Iori was standing next to the mailbox, and Eiji was around ten meters away from him, next to a streetlight. Iori moved like an arrow, his elbow leading the way, engulfed in purple flames, hungry for blood. Eiji refused to move and merely shut his eyes.

"Are you going to run again!?" Iori shouted a split second before he expected to make contact. He cocked his elbow back and with a hand in a claw, slashed at Eiji's midsection. However, Iori merely went through Eiji as if he weren't there and when he looked at his palms he saw a bunch of pink petals. Surprised, Iori skidded to a halt and looked back to find Eiji's back facing him, still standing erect and calm next to the streetlight.

Iori crushed the petals in his hand and burned them, leaving purple ashes which scattered on the pavement. "Omoshiroi (interesting), this fight might be more than I had dreamed of..."