The Colour Purple Chapter 9: 1e30n, 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?"

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-08.28.04

Chapter 9: Lemon

("Lemon" is a fanfiction term, not Japanese slang. It means a fanfiction that has gratuitous (often graphic) sex. Terms for innuendo would be "hentai" or "ecchi". –Thanks for the correction by reader, SNAKEVNM8:Koto Fujishima - There is actually no lemon in this fanfiction, so you can stop reading now to save yourself the trouble. I forget why I even used the term in the title back in '96.)

High School life is great. It is a self-contained world all on its own. Unlike the real world, which has shades of gray, in High School everything is clear/cut in black and white, there is good, and there is bad.

No questions.

The rules never change, and anyone can win. A monotonous life which many dreamers fail to appreciate until they leave the secure walls that confine them.

Their dreams fail them in the real world, as the regret eats them alive.

...

The day was lit up with the bright sun. Birds were chirping, the leaves swayed, and the wind was cool and calming, but a High School student's weekday is like any other... Dead, dreary, and it just sucked. Day by day these individuals would put on their school uniform att he beat of a buzzer, complaining about the lack of fashion, were herded to class like cattle, had to put up with stupid rules, always wanting to be free of this pathetic existence.

Except for one Asian boy... Kyo Kusanagi walked down the path on the way to school. He had his black formal uniform unbuttoned in the front, his sleeves rolled up, and his bad bandanna to keep his long hair off of his face. A real cool guy, heartthrob of the nation. Unlike the rest of the dreamers; Kyo knew...

He realized the secret behind High School life and understood, because unlike his sheltered classmates, who were with family and friends, and were sheltered from the pain of the real world; Kyo was alone... Lack of fashion? It saves me the trouble of increasing my wardrobe. Cattle? I don't have to worry about a schedule. Rules? It is more exciting to break! Without a father from a young age, he took life as it was given to him. Harsh and real, not like some dream of fairy tale.

It must suck to be a sophomore at the age of 19.

"Oooooh, he's so cute..."

"I want him so bad..."

"Nnnng... Why won't he notice me..."

"Today, I will get him today!"

From the corner of his eye, Kyo could see the red faces, the incessant screaming, the whispering of the girls amongst themselves. Sometimes, a girl would come over to him and no matter how calm the approach, she would always break down and stutter when they started to exchange words. Some burst into tears upon touching him, and others turned red and fainted. Kyo didn't mind, actually he loved the attention, something he never had as an orphan. One might think that the guys in school hated him, jealous of him... but it was the contrary, all the guys looked up to him. Kyo had it all. He had the charm, the looks that made him look angelic, the courage and the fighting spirit. Someone every guy could look up to.

Everywhere Kyo went, he had a platoon of his fan club, which practically comprised the whole female populous on campus, whether it be student or teacher. This school was the only family he had.

...

The chimes signaled the first class, and Kyo took his seat next to the window. It was French, and as Kyo was about to sling his feet on the table Madame Dupont came into the room.

"Monsieur Kusanagi..." Dupont said sarcastically, almost angrily, "I am sure you are very comfortable, but I will not be able to see your lovely face if you sit like that."

The girls in the class instinctively stared daggers at Dupont for picking on their beloved Kyo. Paying no attention, Madame Dupont began with the lecture and started reading out French text out loud for the class to follow. Kyo merely stared out at the window, dreaming... The trees, the leaves, the grass, so peaceful... Dupont went on and on, and soon her voice became mumbles, then murmurs until Kyo could hear nothing. His eyes started to close slowly, turning the world dark... and purple...

...

"Otou-san! (Father)..." an 11 year old Kyo screamed, but it soon turned into a hoarse cough as his own blood choked him. He tried to look ahead of him, to his father, but all he could see was crimson, streams of his own blood. A vague outline of his father, staggered in front of him.

"Run away, K..kk..Kyo..." His father Saishyuuu beckoned with an outstretched hand. "Run... run..."

Instinctively, Kyo ran to his father's arms, cursing his weakness, for the unknown assailant had swatted him aside as if he were a mere fly. Defiant to the end, Kyo held on to his father, not wanting to let go. In an instant it came... Flames... red... white... no, it was purple. It came towards him hungrily and hoped to devour him whole. In an instant, Saishyuuu grabbed ahold of his son's blue denim jacket, now stained maroon, and turned around, taking the full impact of the fiery attack with his own body, protecting his beloved son.

"OTOUSAN!" Kyo called out. Saishyuuu fell limp on Kyo's shoulders and valiantly, Kyo tried to drag his father away with his weakened limbs. It was no use, and the dark shadow slowly came closer and closer. The footsteps came slowly, and softly, but to Kyo it seemed as loud as thunderclaps, mocking his insolence with every step. Kyo shook all over, fearing the imminent death that was about to take him.

"Kyo..." came a faint whisper. "Son, I plead you... run away. Worry not about me, my life is over. I have to atone for my crimes..."

Saishyuu had once told Kyo about their family's legacy. They were Yakuza, the underground crime lords who secretly controlled Japan. It was a brutal, bloody life, and Saishyuu, being a peaceful man did not want anything to do with it. When Saishyuu was 25 he was destined to fight Yagami-sama, Iori 's father. The ritual was conducted every generation, where a Yagami and a Kusanagi were to engage in a duel to the death, and the victor would surely flourish over their opponents for they were seen as favoured by the gods. Saishyuu could not take it, the senseless waste of life, the bloodshed, and the immorality.

Ironically Saishyuu was one of the most skilled fighters Kusanagi had, and he refused to fight when he was chosen to go against Yagami-sama, so he ran away, fleeing from his destiny to start a new life. However, a Yakuza's life is never that simple. It would not matter if you are a mere slave or a part of the family, an act of defiance must be met with death, as such, to prove an example to other future offenders. Saishyuu knew that he would be stalked to the ends of the earth, or worse other Yakuza families would take advantage of the situations and do away with him. Saishyuu thought his dreams would last him forever, so he married, had a son. He never realized the cruel fate he had set for his only child. Another baby to be sacrificed to the harsh and horrid world, and moreover, he would be met with a society that would not greet him kindly, for the name Kusanagi meant only fear and hate. It seems like Saishyuu's past has finally caught up with him...

"Escape..." Saishyuu gasped, "Grow strong... avenge me, but do it out of honour, not hate... I am sorry to have brought you to this worl..." With those words a hand gripped Saishyuu's head and lifted him up with ease. Kyo staggered back and cowered to a wall. He could only watch as his father burst into flame. In a twinkling it was over and the unseen assassin merely, slammed Saishyuu's corpse into the wall, embedding his head in place. Kyo cried tears flowed from his eyes, but the fear chained him down.

The killer flashed a wicked smile and bellowed, "KYO KUSANAGI! continue to read from where I stopped!"

...

Kyo snapped out of his daydream and turned to face a rather infuriated Madame Dupont. "Kyo, translate the next line for us..."

Kyo looked around and realized his apparent predicament and looked around for a book. One magically appeared in front of him. He flipped through it and found a bookmark, a little piece of paper with the name Hiromi and a phone number. Kyo looked to his side and nodded in gratitude as Hiromi blushed and covered her face with her hands. Kyo looked calm as usual and started to translate the English into French...

"Where is the bathroom..." Kyo began...

"Monsieur Kusanagi, I want the French!" Dupont snapped.

"I know, I know, let me talk okay..." Kyo said. "Kuesukei loo sallei la bannz..." (Bad French in homage to the bad Japanese to English classroom scenes in Anime ^_^... Which was hard to do since this is an English fanfic... -Susan).

"Do you ACTUALLY pay attention in my class Kyo?" Dupont said, "Or do you plan to be a sophomore the rest of your life."

Kyo slammed the book on his table and forcefully walked over to Dupont. He stared at her in the eye and clenched his fists. Dupont taken by surprise, had to lean on the table and wipe her brow as Kyo walked out of class and slammed the door behind him.

...

It was PE class next.

The boy's locker room was filled with incessant chatter, screams and random cursing. There was a little talk about math, last nights basketball game and gossip about the girls on campus. In math, there were the nerds, in PE the jocks, but right there and then, all of them were equal. All of them close friends. A man's relationship is so unlike a romantic one, platonic in a sense. There is nothing to hide and most of the time nothing to be hypocrite about.

"Boy, you're ugly!" came a voice.

"Oh yeah, Fuck You!" was the reply followed by hearty laughter.

"Do you want to play ball after class?"

"Naw, I have to go to work."

"I met this new girl on campus..."

"I'll steal her from you when you're not looking..."

Kyo smiled to himself. The atmosphere was calm and thoughts were open, much unlike a romantic relationship. He knew that once they graduated, they wouldn't be this close ever again. In the dog eat dog world, there was nothing quite like this. They were blinded upon leaving these campus walls, and hypocrisy, greed, and lies superseded all else.

Kyo hung his jacket on the bench and took off his shirt. The locker room was hot and his sweat ran down his muscled chest. He sunk behind Tony and grabbed him by the neck and messed up his hair.

"Noogie Noogie!" Kyo yelled, and Tony toppled over trying to break free of his hold and turned a bench over. Kyo stood in confusion, for he heard more than a bench crash. He looked out the window and to his surprise saw a troupe of girls peeping.

"Aiyaaa! Kathy's got a nose bleed!" came a voice. Kathy blushed and ran to the bathroom in embarrassment. Kyo's eyes widened and looked down to see his pants down, and a bunch of guys behind him were rolling over in laughter. Kyo abruptly pulled up his pants and wrestled the hysterical group behind him. Some guys came over to the window and showed off in front of the girls, but the girls ran away screaming "Hentai! (pervert / weirdo)"

Kyo sighed and just put his PE gear on.

...

Five... four... three... Kyo as well as the rest of the class murmured. The bell echoed the sound of relief. It was lunch time at last, and in a matter of seconds, the classroom was as bare as the Sahara, leaving the stunned math professor holding his piece of chalk up, talking to an invisible audience.

Upon stepping out of the classroom, Kyo was fair game. His friends signaled him, like a track and field coaches -to RUN! They spread their arms out and acted as a human barricade when the stampede of girls rushed to offer their lunches to Kyo. 'A service of friendship' the guys always said, as their composure and stern faces turned to jello when the girls' bodies pressed on to theirs trying to get through.

It was open season every lunch time, and Kyo had to find new passageways to get to the open fields or quadrangle because his 'fan club' would always plan it out and block routes he used quite frequently. Hang a left and right, up the stairs then jump down. Into classrooms and out windows, but it would always end as he was overwhelmed by their sheer numbers when he was pushed to a dead end.

"Take my lunch, Kyo."

"No, I made this especially for you."

"I worked on this since this morning."

Kyo only smiled and tried to keep the riot of girls away from him.

TAKE A TRIP OUT TO THE BEACH, MAKE THE SUNSHINE TOUCH YOUR HEART. MAKES YOU FEEL GOOD, MAKES YOU SMILE, MAKES YOU FLY AWAY. THE SUMMER IS MAGIC.

"Kyo!" Came a voice from above. Holiday threw a stretch of rope down and a number of guys up on the wall tugged, sending Kyo up. Followed by the disappointed calls of his admirers below. Kyo ran as fast as he could when he got over and quickly bought a large bowl of noodles from the cafeteria, which he quickly ate it in the quadrangle. The girls just sighed, and decided to plan a better attack for tomorrow.

Holiday ate his cheese burger next to Kyo and patted him on the back as usual.

"They're getting better, Kyo." Holiday smiled.

"I must be getting rusty." Kyo replied.

"You know, sometimes I wish I was like you... so popular with the girls.." said Holiday.

Kyo only sighed and drank the rest of the soup bottoms up. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and fixed his gaze at Holiday.

"Holiday..." Kyo said as he put his hand on his shoulder. "You have a great girlfriend, and I should be the one who envies you..."

"Who me?" Holiday said as he pointed at his nose, confused. "But you can have any girl you want."

"HA HA!" Kyo laughed. "Then why don't I still have one?"

BLINK BLINK went Holiday.

"You see... Do you really think those girls love me? Naw!" Kyo smirked as he waved his hand in front of Holiday's face. Kyo looked up and talked more to himself than to Holiday... "They may think they do, but seriously, it's just my looks. I don't want to have a hypocrite relationship based on something superficial like that..."

"Don't jerk me off, Kyo!" Holiday said slyly... "I know deep down you enjoy it..."

"Get out!" Kyo shouted suddenly.

Holiday only looked in confusion "Hey, I was only Jokin..."

"Get the FUCK OUT!" Kyo yelled again, now more forcefully...

"Look, I..." Holiday now said in an angry tone as he pointed at Kyo furiously.

"I said, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!" Kyo said as he pushed Holiday aside with both palms sending him a few meters away.

In an instant, there was a flash of steel. Kyo's body instinctively moved. He planted his left foot on the ground and shifted his center of gravity, at the same time crossed his right foot over his left and sent kick in a roundhouse. There was a faint thump and a clang as something hit the steel fence. On the ground lay a metal dart.

"Get out of here..." Kyo said calmly to Holiday who sat on his bottom, confused yet again, his blonde ahir, once up in spikes, now ruffled like a wet bird. In an instant four ninja guards dressed in white and gray urban fatigues appeared like ghosts.

"Uz, baybee... (hey!)" Kyo said smugly. Without any more words, the four ninja attacked. Two from behind one from above and another straight at him. Kyo put his fists up in a defensive stance and waited until the last moment to make his move. The one at the back came first as he expected. One led the way and attacked from above while the other followed from behind. A jump, and the first ninja was in the air. Kyo instinctively jumped too and with the sun behind him, the ninja could only see a faint silhouette. Before his eyes could refocus Kyo was already on top of him. He had both hands clenched to each other and sent them down like a double ax handle. The ninja ate dirt. Kyo knew he had the advantage since these ninja did not have the edge of the shadows to aid them. Plus, Kyo knew the quadrangle gym like the back of his hand, from the numerous times he had to use that same knowledge to escape his groupies. With the first ninja dazed, Kyo focused his attention to the remaining three. Two came from both sides and one from above. Kyo ran towards the stage where announcements were done during assembly. He looked for some wire, but to his despair he found none. Kyo had his back to the wall, and the three ninja under false security charged head on. One was more eager than the rest and flew ahead in a flying kick. Kyo grinned and pushed back the wall behind him. It was a collapsible wall to the ninja's surprise, the same assassin who could not change his flight path. The ninja's kick hit the stage floor and before he could recover, Kyo hopped up and delivered the wave smash. Kyo's left kick led the way and hit the ninja's abdomen, then he followed with his right, which hit square below the jaw and sent the victim up in the air. Kyo not satisfied jumped up to catch up to the rising body and gave it another kick before using the double ax handle again to send him crashing down.

{Two more? Kyo calculated, let's see 4-2=... ?} He decided to put it aside and take on any that were left.

The wind sang out, and Kyo reached for the curtain. He tugged with all his might and the curtain came crashing down, catching all the ninja stars that were meant for his person. The next moment, there was smoke. Smoke bombs. In a matter of seconds the curtain was torn to shreds, and when the ninja examined the remains, they found no trace of Kyo. Before they knew it, Kyo appeared out of nowhere and grabbed one of them by the neck. Kyo charged his hand and it slowly began to erupt into red yellow flames. His hand exploded and sent the unconscious fireball of a ninja flying back, pinning his comrade.

Kyo collared the remaining ninja and questioned him. Kusanagi ninjas, Kyo thought. He had been stalked for almost his entire life by these assassins. Not taking to his father's sins lightly, even Kyo had to pay his debts too... The ninja handed him a letter and when Kyo read it, it seemed that there was more to the affair than what he thought.

"Kusanagi wants you back..." The ninja said. "They want you to fight against Yagami. If you survive the duel..."

"What?!" Kyo snapped angrily.

"You will be allowed to live a peaceful life.

"I don't want to get involved in that you bastard!" Kyo yelled in his face. "What did my father die for then!"

"Ha ha... The ninja chuckled... but I know the identity of the man who killed your father. Master Kusanagi knows... In the paper..." The ninja wheezed as he ran out of breath and fainted before Kyo realized he was choking the man.

Kyo looked at the letter and it revealed the name of the killer, ...Iori Yagami.

...

"Natsuko come on, please?" Yuriko begged.

"I don't want anything to do with Kyo, okay!" Natsuko sounded annoyed. "I'll never do it!"

...

Natsuko stood under the shadow of the cherry blossom tree cursing herself. {How do I get myself into this mess...} She thought as she examined the gift in her hand. {Why can't Yuriko give this to Kyo herself... The things I do for that spineless girl... If only she wasn't my best friend...} She held her grocery bag in her left hand and tossed the package in her right as she waited by the gate for Kyo.

...

"What was that all about?" Holiday asked Kyo.

"Just old friends..." Kyo smiled sarcastically.

"It was awesome, you're so smart using the stage and stuff..."

"Read this!" Kyo said as he gave a piece of paper to Holiday. "It will explain everything."

"F" Holiday said in confusion.

"What the Fu..." Kyo said immediately upon withdrawing the sheet.

"They attacked you because you failed your math test?" Holiday looked dumbfoundedly.

Kyo looked at the crumpled sheet and it was his math test which he handed to Holiday by accident. "No No, this is..."

Kyo was cut short by the parade of girls waiting for him by the gate to walk home with him.

"Whoa! And with that show you put up lunch time, they won't let you off easy, man!" Holiday called as he signaled Kyo to run for his life.

Kyo patted Holiday on the back and waved as he began his run, the girls in close pursuit. He ran down the street, through the alleys, knocked over some garbage cans and double backed to the school, with no luck.

Natsuko watched Kyo speed away and hated herself even more. {Why do I have to degrade myself for this guy... "I promise, okay", she remembered herself say earlier to Yuriko and sped of to catch Kyo."}

Seeing the double back as useless, he decided to cut through the park. Natsuko got angrier as the chase went on and decided to take a short cut and hope to corner Kyo once he got to the other entrance of the park.

...

Kyo pushed the branches aside and leapt over the shrubs.

"Kyo-chan, wait! Walk home with me."

"I love you Kyo!"

"I'll die for you."

Kyo smiled for a moment and then put his mind back on his path. {I love you... three words said when the heart and body go fonder lose all rational thought.} Kyo skidded through a pile of leaves and tried to regain his footing and ran though the falling pinwheels. {Die for me? Yeah, I'm sure...} Kyo saw the back entrance of the park and smiled in relief. He was home free. In his excitement, he noticed that his pen was slowly sticking out from his front pocket, and Kyo's footing suffered as he tried to regain his balance and pop the pen back in. He fumbled with his thin leather portfolio in his hand to try to get to his pen when Natsuko appeared in front of him. Kyo skidded to a halt and the pen flew out, right into Natsuko's grocery bag.

Natsuko, was far from happy and relieved that she had finally caught up to Kyo. She was going to hand him Yuriko's gift when Kyo looked behind him, and upon seeing the horde closing in, grabbed Natsuko by the wrist and ran off with her. He looked up to Natsuko, she didn't seem like the groupie type. Her hair was light red and went up to her ears. No earrings, no makeup, simple girl. Kyo apologized to the girl and upon deciding that she wasn't part of the others, went on. Without any time to figure out what was going on, Natsuko stumbled and was forced to run off with him.

...

After another ten minutes of pursuit, Kyo and Natsuko rested in an alleyway and took a breather. After a moment of rest Natsuko stood up and got Yuriko's gift to give to Kyo and get the whole fiasco over with. {Damn womanizer... Natsuko thought.}

"Hi!" Kyo looked up as he got his strength back.

{What now? You going to hit on me?} Natsuko wondered.

"I need something from you..."

"What do YOU want!?" Natsuko spit out.

"Do you have my pen?" Kyo asked politely.

"Eh?" Natsuko muttered.

"I think it's in your bag." Kyo said between pants.

"Uh,... sure..." Natsuko dug in her bag and pulled out Kyo's pen.

"Thank you very much. Sorry I had to drag you through all this... I didn't want to get your bag back there." Kyo explained. "So, did you were going to do something back there right?"

Kyo combed his hair with his hands and smiled innocently, his warm eyes catching Natsuko's.

"Uh.. this... this..." Natsuko stammered.

"Oh... Thanks..." Kyo smiled as he took the present. "Your name?"

"It's.. its from... the pre.." Natsuko began as she clenched her fists to get her words straight.

"What's your name?" Kyo asked again fearing he had said it too softly.

"Ah... Ko... ko.. Kobayashi... Kobayashi Natsuko..." Natsuko stammered as she felt her cheeks starting to warm up.

"Nice name..." Kyo said. "I should take you out for coffee some time, sorry about what happened. I'll have to repay you."

Kyo approached her and Natsuko backed up until she hit the alley wall. With nowhere else to go, Natsuko only closed her eyes in fright, but somehow she didn't want to run away, as if her legs and mind didn't want her to move from her place. She sensed Kyo getting closer and closer.

"Are you into lemon?" Kyo said calmly. Natsuko blushed furiously and didn't know what to do. She began to shake all over and sweat feverishly drenching her shirt, all the way into her underwear.

She felt Kyo's hands in hers, and she felt something in it... .. {Hard... round, she thought.. ug... naw... what could... } Natsuko thought.

She opened her eyes and forced herself to look.

"Ja ne! (See ya!)" Kyo waved as he walked away.

Natsuko looked down at her hand and saw a lemon that fell from her grocery bag.

...

EPILOGUE:

Kyo fumbled through his folder and looked for his phone book, with the ninja's letter in the other hand. Along the letter was an invitation, to the King of fighters 1994 tournament... The longer he looked at the letter the angrier he became. He clenched his fists and set his eyes on the glass phone booth. When he cocked his hands back, he somehow remembered his dying fathers words, about how much fighting and violence destroyed him and the Yakuza's name. The Yakuza were once peacekeepers his father said. They fought for the people against feudal dictators who spread tyranny over Japan, but their power, it destroyed them, and they became nothing but violent animals.

How Ironic, Kyo thought that he must repeat the same cycle his father gave his life to avoid just to avenge his death. No matter how civilized an individual or a society becomes, it all boils down to one thing.. Fighting... Fighting and fighting until there is nothing left...

Kyo flipped through his little pocket phonebook and went to N... Ni.. Nika... Nikaido... Bennimaru Nikaido Kyo said out loud as he put a coin in the phone and dialed.

The rustling in his pocket caught Kyo's attention... It was the gift Natsuko gave to him. Kyo looked at the card and read it with a smile [To Kyo, From Natsuko], how convinient it would was to be in Yuriko's handwriting...