The Colour Purple Chapter 15: The BOYS always settle it after school, 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?"

"I would like a place I could call my own, have a conversation on the telephone; Wake up everyday and I would be a star, I wouldn't complain about my wounded heart. Just wait till tomorrow…"

_NEW ORDER – REGRET – the best song in the world.

"No, you're WRONG, boy!" I said to him.

"Then prove it!" he replied to me.

(not much changed…)

-01.13.04

Chapter 15: The BOYS always settle it after school

"Are you going to run away 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 wasn't there and when he looked at his palms, all he saw was a clump of pink petals. Surprised, Iori skidded to a halt and looked back to find Eiji's rear facing him, still standing erect and calm next to the streetlight.

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

{This is going to be harder than I thought..} Eiji mused in frustration.

…

"You executed that quite perfectly." Iori said.

"Thank you..." Eiji answered respectably, hoping that to be the end of it, but it was all in vain as Iori turned and came again, this time, from the air, his foot leading the way. Eiji's eyebrow twitched repeatedly at Iori's stubborn pride, and the ninja just slapped his brow as a sweatdrop dribbled down.

{It can't be helped I guess...} Eiji finally realized.

Eiji blocked the flying kick with his arm and stepped back, planting his left leg to dull the impact. Upon hitting the ground, palms slammed to the ground and both of Iori's legs shot out, sweeping along the earth in the hopes of clipping Eiji's legs. Eiji skipped up and started the execution for his Pegasus kick, both his legs acting like jackhammers aimed for the sitting Iori's belly. Iori rolled to the side and Eiji only kicked pavement. The Yagami hoisted himself up with his hands and immediately Eiji was on him, his hand on Iori's chest. All ten fingers curling inwards and trapping his enemy inside…

"Ki-Ko-Ho!" Eiji shouted, hoping to end the fight quickly like he once did by thrusting an invisible needle of force forward..

To Eiji's surprise, Iori moved blindingly fast. He dodged to the side, twisting his hips, jamming both his wrists under Eiji's to loosen the grip, flipped both his hands up with a motion as if he was tossing confefetti in the air and letting his upper body fall to the side. Eiji's palm flashed, and the luminous spike shot out, but hit only thin air.

"OS'EE (too slow)! I've become better, MUCH better since last we met… Eiji Kisaragiiiiii!" Iori roared in defiance.

Iori's fingers gripped down onto Eiji's wrist, gripping them, pulling them down before throwing them up, breaking the blow and finished by rolling back a few feet from his adversary. No slow to his tempo. He dashed with a short uppercut... the DEADLY FLOWER, and Eiji crossed his arms to cover his belly.

The right fist hit with a thundering blow, but the block muffled it. Still at it, Iori followed through with his left, aimed for Eiji's chin. Kisaragi tilted his head back forcefully, dodging the upper cleanly. Iori refocused his target on Eiji who was still tilted back in his dodge, and hopped up in the air. Clasping his hands in the other, Iori delivered the finale, a double ax handle. The double fisted smash hacked down, targeted surely for Eiji's nose, but the hit was stolen from Iori once again as Eiji exploded into pink sakura petals.

"But… BUT if [that] is your logic Iori Yagami," index finger pointed out callously, "the same must then apply for me...!" Eiji echoed from some unknown location.

Iori landed in a slump, his hands between his legs, just recovering from his missed smash. Iori realized his demise too late as Eiji materialized from the storm of petals behind him. A fist came swinging for Iori, with the menacing ring finger and pinkie acting like streamers for the attack. The orange sickle-like afterimage trailed the swing.

KUSANIGIRI! It was over.

…

{Damn. it. don't. just stand there...} Eiji cursed to himself.

Iori's eyes widened as he witnessed the deadly attack.

{K'soooo! (damn it)} Iori screamed inside.

A flash of crimson came as Eiji's fingers were only inches away from Iori's cheek. Billy had intervened, and his Bo (stick) twirled and slammed into Eiji's wrist in its flight path. The thunder erupted throughout Eiji's body from his wrist as he threw himself to the side from the shock. He winced from the shock and his arm twisted in an awkward position, forcing him to tumble to the side to prevent his whole arm from breaking from the impact.

"What the fuck are you doing, you old fart!?" Billy shouted, the walkman in his other hand, standing next to the school wall. "You want to kill him?!"

Eiji smiled in both relief and agitation at Billy's intervention. "Oh... So you can fight after all..." Eiji sarcastically spat at Billy.

"You son of a..." Billy came screaming, his twirling Bo (stick) leading the way. Billy sent a barrage of bludgeon stabs towards Eiji, but the Ninja easily dodged them as easily as if you and I would scratch the back of our heads, tipping his body left and right, high and low. "Give it up old man." Billy shouted.

"And YOU... You dimwitted, foreigner... (Gai Jin)" Eiji began but was cut short...

"You shut up!" Billy cut in with a full swing of his stick.

Eiji put his arm by his right temple to catch the blow and braced himself. The Bo (staff) hit squarely on his arm and Eiji skidded a few feet from the impact. {This arm will give me trouble for the next few days} Eiji cursed to himself.

"ARRRRGGHHH!" Billy screamed as he cocked back for another swing.

"...And YOU! Can't you fight without your toy." Eiji called as he swang out.

Two glints of light appeared and headed towards Billy. A ninja dagger, about a foot long embedded itself into the big red stick forcefully, breaking the flow of Billy's swing, and the other cut deep into Billy's wrist, making him lose grip of his weapon. Billy winced in pain and gripped his wrist.

"Not only are you rash, you're dumb as well." Eiji spat. He put his hands in the air and clasped one hand in the other, his fists were in a double ax handle like Iori's but Eiji's index fingers and middle fingers were exposed, like a child's 'toy gun'. Eiji swung down, the attack a more powerful version of his pinkie and ring finger slash.

"Kasunigiri!" came a quick mantra, and a vertical deathscythe came arcing down after the double handed slash. Billy looked in horror at his impending doom, and all he could do was close his eyes and hold his breath.

There was a slap, and Iori stood calm and emotionless next to Eiji, his hand, gripped firmly at Eiji's shaking wrist, stopping the downward slash just an inch from Billy's nose. There was a shadow made from his falling long bangs that made Iori menacing and deathly, but unlike the rash fool he was earlier, he was still now.

"You've changed..." Iori said.

…

"Kawatta naa, omee ga. Teme wa, hontou ni, ano toki no erasou na Kisaragi Eiji to iu yatsu na no kai? Ninjitsu wo sutetta yatsu no Eiji kai?" Iori moaned.

…

"You've changed... Are you really Eiji Kisaragi? The man who gave up Ninjitsu?" Iori moaned.

Eiji's eyes widened, and he broke from his sudden haze. Eiji snapped the lock on his wrist and put his hand over his brow to cool his temper and looked up to Iori... {..and so have you... Iori...} I am sure Eiji wanted to say at that time.

"How easily you give in to your short temper..." Iori reminded as he walked away and reached for his folder, and plucked his walkman from Billy's still awe struck state. Iori started to chuckle. "Kaori Kusanagi... You're good, Eiji, good enough to be my bodyguard, quite a shame you were broken by a woman."

"Te-me! (bastard!)" Eiji retaliated, clenching his fist a but immediately calming down, realizing he had just lost his temper again, falling to Iori's play once again. "You wouldn't understand... You're as cold as a dead fish, Iori."

"Me?" Iori started to chuckle wildly. "I am being lectured by some old goat who doesn't fight anymore because his wife died. Weak, Eiji. Such a waste of your fighting ability."

"Don't you DARE talk about Kaori like that." Eiji said more forcefully.

"Maa na.. (whatever)" Iori said to empty air as he turned around to walk away. "At least you proved that you could still fight. You belong to me now."

"You bastard, I don't have to go through this... It's for..." Eiji forced himself to slow down again and took a few seconds to calm down. "Look," He said coolly now. "You've got your reasons and so do I. I just can't understand why you still act like this... cold and uncaring. You probably don't know what it means to love another person.. to have [friends]!"

"You ask me why I am so cold? Why I do not believe in affection and love?" Iori said to Eiji in a sad stern voice. "It is because I never had any friends. Friends are only for the weak. In this life you only care for yourself... Noone else! Why direct your dreams upon someone else!?"

The clock rang three bongs and a chime. It was 3:15. The wind blew in their eyes, but they didn't even blink, and Iori turned around saving Miyuki from seeing his true self. Sparing her from seeing the hate in him, A child should never see a fight.

"TSUYOKU NARE! Be strong, my father said, and with that, he took all my friends away..." Iori picked up his leather folder and walked back towards home, leaving an unmoving Eiji and clueless Billy, with their backs to the sunset.

"Hell, did you go and fight me just to give me some lecture, you fresh brat.!?" Eiji called out.

HITOTSU

"One... You can fight..." Iori mumbled out loud, his index finger up in the air snobbishly to the lackeys behind him.

FUTATSU

"Two... To test if you really can break your vows of NON-VIOLENCE for real..." then his middle finger, then finally,

MITSU

"And three... to prove to each other that we're not the same people we used to be..."

The school doors opened and the children came out to go home. Ignorant of what just happened, they went their separate ways, shouting their good-byes and see-you-tomorrows. Miyuki called out to Iori Sensei chan, but he didn't want to hear.

"Jaaaaaa neeeeee! (bye) Iori Sensei CHAN!" Miyuki called. Iori stopped for a moment and stood up straight. Miyuki smiled, and Iori slouched and was on his way home again.

"Humph! Now I have to stay next to a hypocrite 'peaceful' old fart who has a temper of a horny dog." Billy scowled with his arms crossed next to Eiji.

"And YOU, are an imbecile who can't fight like a man." Eiji returned looking away snobbishly.

"I don't like you, you rotten old smelly cheese." Billy sneered.

"And I am not too fond of YOU either..."

"Oh yeah..."

The two bickered on so loud that Iori could hear it as he walked down the steep road. A sweatdrop trickled down Iori's temple and he only dug his hands deeper in his pockets and shriveled up to himself like it was the dead of winter. {Fools, surrounded by fools...}

Back outside the school, superdeformed Eiji was throwing rubbish bins at Billy who was busily swatting them aside with his stick.

"Take this...!"

"Oh yeah..."

EPILOGUE:

Iori walked down the hill and as the afternoon sun set, the shadows grew longer. Next to the telephone pole stood a figure, hidden by the dark. He stood up from his leaning position and exposed part of his face into the light.

"Iori.. Yagami..." Kyo Kusanagi whispered to himself. Kyo crumpled the piece of paper in his hand that had the name of his father's assassin.

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