The Colour Purple... The King of Fighters '95
Based on the Characters of The King of Fighters '95 Copyright 1995(C) SNK
Original Fan Fiction Copyright (C) 1995 [ENGEL] Design Room 1995
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This (chapter) fanfiction was originally written circa: [XX.96] (Thank you)
"Which Character are you?"
I hate love stories. (and that much has not changed…)
-01.11.04
Chapter 14: La Bizarre Love Pentagon
With a skip of glee, Yuri waltzed through the doors of La Bijoux, her place of employment - King's jazz club. It was around 1:30 PM, too early for Yuri to check into work, but today was a half-day off school for her. She was usually at work past 4:00, ready to open the pub, at the latest, 6:00 or maybe on Mondays, 8:00. {What the Heck...} She thought. With an early start, maybe she could take it easy, or better yet - beat Robert to the dressing room.
Yuri jingled the keyring in her brown schoolbag that hung over her shoulders until she found the correct door key and entered La Bijoux. The chairs still lay upside down, perched on the tables. This was a good sign. She proceeded to head for the den...
Upon entering, Yuri quickly put her back to the door and closed it shut. She then proceeded to open the cabinets and looked behind the couch, to any nook and cranny Robert Garcia may be hiding. With no sign of that pervert, Yuri finally put her mind at ease. Maybe this was her lucky day. Without another thought, Yuri set her bag on the coat rack and threw her brown blazer on the couch and proceeded to pull down her skirt. Yuri went over to the closet, opened it and looked into the 6-foot mirror on the closet door. She gave a little smile and ran her hand through her hair before unbuttoning her blouse. She felt a slight cramp bellow her belly all of a sudden, and decided to take a leak. Yuri casually walked over to the bathroom and opened the door.
Lo and behold, when Yuri entered the bathroom, there was Robert, sitting calmly on the toilet seat, pants down, split legged, reading an old issue of Newtype magazine. Sensing the sudden change of atmosphere, Robert slowly looked up from his reading. Yuri, front open and skirtless; and Robert, with his pants down, stared at each other, their brains trying to digest the inconceivable scene.
A few seconds passed...
"Hentai! (pervert)", They both screamed in unison.
Yuri stormed out of the bathroom, and Robert instinctively covered his privates with the magazine.
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Yuri made a mad dash to the couch, grabbed her skirt , and made a b-line for the exit of the den. Robert came out of the bathroom, now with pants on in pursuit.
"What the hell is..." Robert started, but was muffled by a near endless barrage of throw pillows.
Yuri blushed furiously and ran out to take refuge behind the bar.
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When finally safe, Yuri's hands went on auto-mode; buttoned up her blouse, pulled up her skirt, put a headband on, and armed herself with a slew of steak knives, ready to make Robert a pincushion if he dared show his perverted face.
Then something caught Yuri's eye as she scanned the long bar table in front of her. It was an open envelope, and a letter. Being as curious as a cat, Yuri picked up the letter and envelope. It was from King's father. Before her mind and conscience could tell her that what she was doing was rather rude, she was hopelessly lost. Yuri's eyes widened and she couldn't stop reading. Never mind, someone else played conscience for her.
"Is that for you!?" Boomed a voice as Yuri was halfway into King's letter.
Yuri was so engrossed with the letter that she didn't notice Robert step into the main bar area, and a jingle of steak knives chimed as Yuri dropped them all in surprise.
"I... I..." Yuri stammered, losing her train of thought.
"You're early!" Robert immediately cut in, taking advantage of the fact that Yuri had momentarily forgotten what just happened.
"Half.. Half day..." Yuri spat out. "I was... out early today." She said erratically as she desperately tried to put the letter back the way she found it.
Robert grinned a little. The red on Yuri's cheeks started to glow and she broke into a cold sweat...
"Uh... You won't tell King about this.." Yuri said, her tone lost between a command, a question, and a request.
Robert grinned again, closed his eyes and slapped his forehead. "Come on, let's fight." He said.
"Eh?!" Yuri replied in some strange, awkward, but obviously confused tone.
"Upstairs. The gym." Robert called. Use one of King's leotards... Let's spar."
The confused Yuri merely nodded like a zombie and went to the den to change. Before Yuri collected her senses, a black and gray leotard was already in her hands. She let out a heavy breath and put it on.
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King's gym was on the second floor of La Bijoux; not the stairs leading up to King's bedroom, but the revolving staircase in the den. the gym had an 'all in one', one of those exercise contraptions you see on the home shopping network out on one corner, and pads scattered all over the floor. The walls were just mirrors and Robert didn't bother to pull down the padding for the walls that would come down like venetian blinds.
"Robert-san!" Yuri called from the bottom of the staircase.
"Up here; You don't have anything to do anyway." Robert answered.
Robert was wearing a white tank top and gray sweatshorts; By the time Yuri was up the stairs, he was already putting on his sparring stuff. The gear consisted of gloves which covered your knuckles and the side of your palm with padding, as well as elbow guards, knee pads, and shin guards. Garcia put on some padded shoes as well. Robert pointed to the lockers, and Yuri proceeded to put on some of the gear as well.
"You want to put on _body_ armour as well?" Robert asked.
"No, I think you can keep your hands off where they don't belong..." Yuri answered sarcastically.
"Okay, okay!" Robert called as he slapped his palms together. "Let's do it!" and he went into a stance with his fists up.
"Are you sure? We might wake up King-san..." Yuri said, "We have to set up soon as well..." She tried to think up excuses not to go on.
Robert only flashed a reassuring smile. Ryo Sakazaki, his best friend, was Yuri's overprotective brother, and what Ryo hated most was to see Yuri do any fighting. As expected, Yuri loved to fight, and it was like cutting school or underage drinking for her; gives her a sense of thrill. With one last wave of guilt, she asked Robert if it was okay.
Garcia knew the answer she was waiting for. "I won't tell your brother," He said. With that, Yuri gave a big smile and answered by putting her fists up.
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What time is it?... 1:45 PM? King, hardly the early bird, couldn't tell. Her long sleeved white shirt was open, and from the waist down, she was covered under her white sheets. It was quite a surprise she was up this early. Chances are, she hardly had any sleep last night. It wasn't the fatiguing work, but because of something more sobering.
"'To-san... (father)" King whispered to herself in her sitting position.
King brushed away her hair from the front of her face, but it flopped back down to her frowning face. She looked to the side and saw a stray pack of Marlboros a maroon haired, seemingly belligerent Japanese left behind. Today must have been "What the heck" day. King fumbled through her drawers until she found a lighter. King pulled out a cigarette out and lit it. She sucked on it slowly, nothing happened, but as she tried to breathe normally again, her lungs gave in and she coughed up a storm.
"K'soo... (damn it)" She said. "How can they stand these."
The pack of Marlboros came flying into the trash can, and King tried to clear her lungs and wipe the sweat off her brows with the sheets.
"K'soo... (damn it)." She said again, trying to clear her throat, to purge the bad taste from her mouth so very early in the morning. The morning...
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Yuri kept a steady beat, pacing her attacks as not to tire herself too quickly. She let go a quick jab to Robert's face, then a full swing with her right arm, a usual pattern, and Robert turned his face to the side for the jab and heaved his upper torso back to dodge the swing. Although it was a predictable routine, it was a good one since it kept her opponent at bay and didn't leave her defense open. High-lows. When Yuri's full swing missed, she was quick to step back in and target Robert's belly. Robert sent his palm down and slapped the jab off. Yuri broke the routine and suddenly attacked with a quick kick to Robert's shin guard.
Robert was taken aback and withdrew his shin. Garcia watched Yuri's feet, expecting her to attack with a quick kick to his face now, akin to his own patented low-high lightning kick. Instead, Yuri used the momentum of her dropping kick to lever her upper body and swing a left hook to Robert's cheek. The padding dulled any sort of pain, but Robert still recoiled from the punch. A split second later as he looked back, Yuri spun all the way around, nailing a clear hit at Robert's belly under his high block with her turning kick.
Yuri kept her foot there for a moment, then slowly she withdrew her leg, keeping it bent and let it hang in the air - for dramatic effect of course. She kept her eyes locked to Robert's... Waiting. Garcia gave a nod and a cheerful look, acknowledging the clean score. Yuri smiled and relaxed from her "Chun Li" stance, elated and full of glee.
"Ya Ta Ze! (alright)" Yuri cheered. A great finish to a VERY long fifteen-minute routine.
Yuri let out a breath she had been holding because of the balancing stance, and let her bottom come crashing down to the floor. She lied back and spread her arms wide, taking long deep breaths. She looked to the side and smiled to her mirror image in congratulations, then let her line of vision go up to the ceiling.
Yuri closed her eyes and just wanted to stay that way forever.
"Uz." Yuri heard a grunt from Robert.
Yuri opened her eyes and saw Robert, in a squat next to her, offering a white towel. She hoisted herself up in a sitting position with her feet wide and scrubbed her face furiously with the towel. By this time, Yuri's breathing had slowed down and normalized. She ran her towel down her neck, wiped her beading sweat that ran down her heaving chest and finished off her damp arms. Yuri was letting some air between her leotard and shirt when she heard Robert again. When she looked up, Robert was bending down with a tall icy glass in his hand.
"Lemonade?" Robert offered... "No vodka." He was quick to add, reassuring the paranoid Yuri that it was clean.
Whether or not it was spiked, Yuri couldn't care less, for a nice tall cold glass of anything was what she wanted right now. With no argument, Yuri hosed the Lemonade down in an instant, showing no mercy, even sucked on the cubes of ice. She finally remembered to continue to breathe when she was sure that she had left the glass void of even a drop of lemonade. In front of her, Robert stood up and took off his tank top, making beads of sweat bounce of his firm, muscular chest. He had in his hand a large pitcher of lemonade with squeezed halved lemons and ice cubes floating in it. Before he could even sit himself down properly on the mats, the rim of the pitcher was already kissing his lips, and he was chugging it down like there was no tomorrow. Yuri was staring at the crazed Garcia as the lemonade slowly disappeared, as if there was a hole in the back of this man's neck. Unconsciously, Yuri didn't notice her gaze wander off, and she was unknowingly staring at Robert's naked torso, admiring his heaving chest. At work, Robert's purple shirt and orange vest had remarkably hidden his {great looking body}, she mused. She was about to imagine what his butt would look like, then suddenly snapped out of it, realizing that this was Robert, of all people she was looking at. She decided to look up at his ugly mug, maybe his obnoxious face would sober her up.
Robert was tired as well, no Jim Carrey imitations here, the fatigue showed even up to his limp looking face, that they wouldn't so much as twitch to curl into even a faint version of his devilish grin. In some sort of way, Yuri was kind of insulted. Here she was in a sweaty T-shirt and leotard, Robert was inches away from her; Not just anyone, it was ROBERT we're talking about, as sober as a rock. She didn't break her somewhat uneasy look at Robert. His hair was a mess, strands of hair coming loose from his once neat ponytail, streaking his face. Yuri felt a blush from her cheeks, more than just the result of the spar.
Robert suddenly opened his eyes without warning, surprised to find Yuri staring blankly at him.
Sensing the uneasy and moreover, awkward atmosphere, Yuri quickly stood up and bowed low.
"DOMO ARIGATO GOZAIMASU! (thank you so much)" Yuri shot out too quickly, in gratitude of the drink Robert had unexpectedly prepared; and SHARED with her. Afraid to look up and show her blushing face; She remained in her bowing position.
Robert let out a chuckle, then a laugh. "Oooh... " Robert cooed. "Ojosama (mistress) Yuri-sama is thanking meee, Robert Garcia for his services." He said in a joking sneer.
Yuri stood up slowly, wondering if she made herself look like a fool, and more importantly, if Robert noticed that she had accidentally 'looked him over'.
"Ano... (Uhm...)" She mumbled, keeping her hands behind her back and shuffling her feet.
Robert flashed his usual evil grin, overtly letting hs eyes survey uri's body from head to toe, stopping conviniently at her midsection.
"BAKA! (jerk) HENTAI! (pervert)" She called. Now feeling more relieved that everything seemed back to normal.
Robert answered with a somewhat forced laugh, and slung his hand behind his neck in embarrassment. More like a halfhearted facade than the expected lecherous grin of malice. This worried Yuri a bit, but decided that Robert being tired merely affected his sex-crazed nature.
"How is Ryo-kun?" Robert broke the long silent tension.
"Oni-chan? (big brother)" Yuri said. "Uh, he's okay..."
"Still having trouble with him?" Robert asked.
"A bit. he's still the same... just like 'To-chan. (dad)."
"After all this time, he still doesn't want you to train?"
Yuri pouted. "Moooh! (expression of frustration) He's still as stubborn as he always was. Chauvinistic and bossy."
Robert returned with a reassuring look. "You do know that he's only trying to be oniisan (big brother). He cares for you. He didn't even sleep when you were in that mess. The 'troubles'. You got in trouble once already, and he just doesn't want it to happen again..."
Yuri's mind floated back to that incident in Southtown. The trouble when she was kidnapped. Yuri thought about it, and truly she was grateful to her brother, and to Robert for all that they had done for her. She eased her tense shoulders and let a smile come from her face, but she was still determined. Robert returned the smile.
"So what does he do now? Ryo I mean..." Robert changed the subject...
"Oh, he's..." Then she paused and covered her gaping mouth with her hands. "AiYA! I forgot all about it!"
"What?! WHAT!?" Robert said in confusion.
"I've got to go."
"Go where?!"
"I'll tell you later!" Yuri frantically answered. "I was supposed to meet him today."
"Well you'd better wash up, he might get suspicious." Robert advised.
Yuri put down her empty glass and raced for the descending staircase. She held onto the rails but paused before she took her first step down.
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The sparring; The gentlemanly attitude; The lemonade; The talk; The concern; and the advice.
Yuri looked back at the cross legged Robert.
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"King… uh, Master" she was quick to correct herself as she addressed her boss, "..what EXACTLY does 'La Bijioux', mean?" Yuri asked.
{You broke your promises, no shame and regret; You touched my face, you called my name - you burned with desire - No mystery – that you rode on cupid's wings…} yet you left me in the [rain].
I always wanted this place to be [heaven], a place where you would change your life, even if just for a night… "I made the name up because it sounded French and exotic…" King smiled. "A girl friend of mine told me some years after that, that [Les Bijoux] means–The Jewels."
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"Domo... (thanks)" Yuri said with a soft look in her face, this time the words came more sincerely. "Arigatou..."