The Colour Purple Chapter 16: Aniki, Ano Baka…, 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?"

Happy Chinese New Year.

-02.08.05

Chapter 16: Aniki, Ano Baka…

"Nobody loves you Billy." He scolded. "You're STUPID, and you're UGLY. Only I can love someone as pathetic as you – don't forget that! Don't forget the only person who loves you."

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{I'm gonna be late. I'm SO gonna be late.} Yuri's mind was in a frantic jumble, repeating this thought over and over in her head. She bent her legs slightly and felt for the soap dish with her right hand while at the same time blindly maneuvered her face forward and let the water beat down to get the soap off her eyes.

Yuri almost fell over when she tried to jump out of the bathtub grabbed for a towel. Each of her hands moved independently of the other. Yuri's left arm wiped her body dry and the right blow-dried her short brown hair. Once she was dry, Yuri pulled up her panties, locked the buckle of he bra in front of her and spun it around her body, she then hooked the straps over and around her shoulders, finally she rummaged through her bag. She was out of the bathroom in a flash, buttoning her tattered jeans, which were cut off just above her knees, and wore a brown leather jacket over a pink T-shirt.

Emerging from the den, she headed off to the exit, expecting the cab she called earlier to be there by now to take her to little America stadium.

"Mr. Robert-san!" She called to Robert who was sitting at the bar with a fresh new shirt. "Cover me, I'll be back as soon as Aniki (big brother)'s game is over. Tell King, okay?"

Robert's face hardly moved, his chin refused to move from its perch on his right palm. Only his eyeballs followed Yuri as she sped past him with utter emergency. He put his new pitcher of lemonade down and signaled a short wave.

"Thank you!" Yuri called. "I'll owe you one."

Robert broke from his pool of thought and swiveled on his barstool. With another flash of his palm he said "Good-bye..." and "Be back soon..."

"I think I need to get your advice when you get back." He replied.

And with that, Yuri was off to Ryo's game, hoping she wouldn't be late.

...

It was a terribly slow day for Billy, and so he decided to take some time off of the day to relax. He sincerely doubted that he was crucially needed at the kindergarten to play bodyguard to Iori Yagami against a bunch of tykes.

Billy hung his ankles up on the chair in front of him and slowly let his mind wander as best he could, in ritualistic beats he tossed kernels of greasy popcorn into his mouth, waiting for the football game to start. Today's game was USA versus Mexico, and Billy wanted to see what this 'American football' was all about, and also, what was so hot about the local USA team. Billy just needed some time alone for a change, away from Iori who he just couldn't understand, and that bossy Eiji who plain just got to his nerves. To top the whole thing off, Hopper, one of Geese's more prominent goons had met with him earlier... Billy tightened his British flag bandanna and popped another kernel of pop corn into his mouth. He wasn't going to ruin his afternoon by thinking of those stuck up pair and bother himself with the politics of his mission, this thing he was so conveniently reminded of by Hopper. Billy decided to just settle down and watch senseless violence present itself as sport. Luck was never on Billy Cane's side. The next moment, two towering black men lumbered to the seats in front of him. One had a phoenix suns jacket, shorts, and cap on; The other sported a mohawk hairdo, and had a black jean jacket on. Billy instantly noticed that the second man wore bandaged arms, the white tape came from his fists all the way to his elbow.

"Hey jackass, move them feet will ya." The first called and swatted Billy's feet of their perch on the chair.

The second man merely shrugged and grinned, crossed his hands and sat down next to his companion. Billy's cheeks puffed and his face fumed in anger and embarrassment. That was one thing Billy could never stomach – being taken too lightly.

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Yuri tried to convince the security guard in front of her that she really WAS Sakazaki, Yuri Sakazaki, and that the letter in her hands was really from the coach of the New Mexico Diablos. Still the guard regarded her as some groupie wanting to get into the Diablos' locker room. At the edge of patience (and scared that her brother might become furious at her tardiness), Yuri waved her arms up and down so ready to grab the towering security guard in front of her and throttle him like the rubber chicken he was. Luckily, coach came to her rescue.

"Hey, Matt," the silver haired, but square shouldered coach said as he patted the security guard on the shoulder. "It's okay, that's her."

Matt nodded and quickly apologized to Yuri, {Ryo's sister}, Matt thought. he slumped humbly and shook her hand, telling her that if anyone gives her trouble, to just call and he'd take care of it. Yuri couldn't help but turn her nose up snobbishly, but the bravado turned to giggles as Matt put his index fingers together in shame, as if to mimic a 3 year old boy. It was okay, no hard feelings.

Coach was probably in his forties, but his build made you think twice. He rubbed his nose and gray mustache out of habit. Coach parted on his merry way and went off to get a drink, saying that Ryo was waiting in the Visitor's locker room, through the tunnel and across the football field.

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Yuri walked past the home team's locker room. Her mode went into panic once again and she sped off in a light sprint to make it in time as she promised her brother. She looked to the side at the USA locker room next to her but didn't pay it any more heed. Her stride was quickly halted when she bumped into a bulky gorilla. The tower stepped back but then came lumbering over her.

The character she met was not as appealing as the last. An ugly Caucasian football player, full on with armour tucked under his blue uniform. Yuri cringed as she saw the sight and quickly tried to find some avenue of escape, she surely had no time to deal with this, not in this life or death situation. She was in the dimly lit tunnel under the seats above, the only way out was into the locker room or to double back and flee.

"Hey babe!" Brian groaned, a voice that sounded like a drunken ogre.

Brian Battler advanced slowly next to Yuri and it forced her to retreat to the tunnel wall. Brian put his hand on the wall and leaned. He flashed a smile. Yuri put up a sour look when Brian showed his filthy yellowed teeth. His breath alone could've downed an ox.

"Hey, doll, you goin' my way?" Brian slurred.

Yuri almost puked at the cheesy line. She never ever imagined, even in her most terrible nightmares that buffoons like these still existed. Yuri just gave an upset look.

"Hey dickbrain..." She spat. "I've got no more time for this."

Battler couldn't imagine how his 'macho charm' could falter, so he tried a more direct approach.

Brian put his left hand on Yuri's shoulder and stroked his right on Yuri's hip.

"Hey, the locker room's that'a way." Brian said, pointing towards the home team's den.

Yuri's skin crawled at his touch. She would rather a hoard of greasy tentacles reach out for her, and she wondered how much of this she would have to endure in her unlucky life. Instinctively, Yuri put up her stance, and instead of the conventional slap, she cocked her fist. Brian's eyes widened in surprise and smiled obnoxiously. The gorilla was obviously amused at the petty display and let out a hoarse brutish laugh. Yuri's disphragm tightened in disgust – she grit her teeth along with her fist.

He closed his eyes and slipped his index finger under the grille of his football helmet, poking his cheek. "Cuum on, cuum on..." He mocked obnoxiously. "Punch widdle; poor widdle me, raaayyt heeer..."

Yuri fumed and tightened her fist apprehensively. It was the start of her day and she was already picking fights. Is this how it was going to be? Why must wonderful and cute girls like her have to drudge through life meeting people like this?! Yuri's shoulders became uneasy and she didn't know what to do next. She looked up once again at Battler's grinning face, and in an instant it somehow metamorphosed into a familiar visage. Robert's lechearous face replaced Brian's, complete with his icky drool dribbling down the side of his mouth.

Apprehension was quickly replaced by familiar instinct – Yuri lost that feeling before and cocked her fist back.

"WHHUUURRYYAAA!" came a thundering bellow.

A fist came thrashing in like a juggernaught, the taunt knuckles obliterated the side of Brian Battler's Helmet.

WELCOME TO RONALD MCDONALD LAND!

ALL FOR THE LOW PRICE OF 39.99!

SUCH A SMOOTH SHAVE FIT FOR THE MANLY MAN!

I'M A TOYS R' US KID!

A rush of images went whizzing across Battler's puny brain. All the commercials he had seen in the last 24 hours flashed past his eyes…

…little bits of his Kevlar helmet splintered and embedded themselves into the side of Brian's face – and in the split instant the knuckles shook, the pieces erupted into a cloud of shrapnel. The obnoxious orangutan went tumbling to the end of the tunnel head over ass, ending in a skid. His head was planted into the ground and his ass perked up in the air.

Yuri's eyes popped out in surprise, and she slowly let her still cocked fist drop. She looked the other way, towards the opening of the tunnel, to the field. The sunlight silhouetted the ominous figure who stood next to her. It took her a few moments to get a good look as the light shifted.

"Oniichan! (big brother)" Yuri cheered.

True enough, it was her brother, Ryo Sakazaki. His face was flushed red in anger, and the black stripes under his eyes made him more menacing. Yuri turned a concerned look at her brother's hand which was still in a tight fist, and trembling with tension. His knuckles were bleeding terribly, so Yuri fumbled for her handkerchief. The wound was bad, but it was nothing compared to Brian's shattered helmet, it's side wide open. If that was his skull, he'd have been a goner for sure.

"You fucking pig!" Ryo growled. "If you so much as lay a hand, no, A FINGER on my sister again, I swear, I'll KILL YOU!" Ryo's voice unstable and booming.

The veins on Ryo's temples pumped savagely, and it took five minutes or more, and all of Yuri's strength and diplomacy to convince Ryo to turn around and lead him back to the Eagles' locker room.

Yuri continued to press all of her body weight on Ryo's back to keep him moving forward and away from Brian. After a few moments her brother walked on his own and hunched away. Yuri looked over her shoulder at the still unmoving Brian. Her cheeks puffed in her frustrated pout, and as retribution she sped back down the tunnel, swiveling her L bent arms up and down like as a wind up toy would and screeched to a halt just behind the crumpled Caucasian who was trapped helplessly in an awkward pose.

"Take dis!" Yuri proclaimed and jabbed her stubby jackhammer feet into Battler's rear end. "and DAT! AND DAT!" Punt punt punt! Yuri continued her annoyed jabbing for a few minutes, occasionally shifting her super deformed body to the side then around.

...

The football game had hardly begun, but the two black men in front of Billy were already shouting, cursing and making obnoxious remarks and sounds. The mohawked boxer was yelling and booing while the basketball player, with a ball in hand, was jumping up and down like a crazed frog. The two effectively ruined Billy's view. Billy, who was trying to sit calmly behind them. Billy's eyebrows twitched erratically. He tried to keep calm 'lest his blood pressure soar through his skull. Billy kept his arms crossed, but couldn't help but bang his crossed legs as he slung them once again onto the seats in front of him. The two black men, Lucky Glauber and Heavy D., immediately stopped their exhibition and grimlyy turned around to face the enraged Billy with upturned puckered lips. Billy couldn't hide his furious visage.

Despite that, Billy kept silent, not wanting to get into any more trouble.

"Hey man, wuss your fickin' problem?!" Lucky exclaimed, thrashing a fist out, with the thumb, index and pinkey fingers poking out.

"Yeah, fool!" Heavy D., the boxer was quick to follow, an evil eye gleaming.

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"What did you just say, little girl." The old man hissed at the child.

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Billy had already gotten himself into trouble, and before his mind could stop himself, he had already followed suit. On instinct, Billy darted to a stand. His eyebrows met and he tried to end the whole skirmish with a menacing stare. It wasn't that easy. The boxer matched the look. The crowd was smarter, audience within a 10 seat radius decided to "relocate for a better view".

"So, you bad eh?" The boxer teased. "You a bad mother now eh?"

Heavy D. started poking Billy in the shoulder, teasing him incessantly, all the while hurtling racial slurs his way.

Billy didn't realize it but his teeth had started to chatter, not from fear, but from anger.

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The slap came too fast for the boy, but he covered his face anyways even after the hit had connected and dropped him to the dirty carpet. "Ugly girls like you shouldn't TALK. UNDERSTAND!?"

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Billy's shoulders shook, not from the pokes, but from the anger boiling in him. his eyes bore into the boxer, and the foolish Heavy D. only found pleasure taunting the London Boy who refused to make a move. He put on the pressure, the pokes turning into slaps with his open bandaged palms.

Flashes; Shots; Rich, filthy pedophiles poking him like a dog and slapping him on the cheeks and shoulders. The younger Billy only whimpered, like a faked orgasm, pleasing the bloated pervert.

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"Only little girls cry, right. Do you want to be a little girl?"

Billy drove his elbows into the matress and bit into his lower lip – gripped his fingers deep into the damp, filthy sheets. He bit down and said nothing. He wanted to scream he wanted to say something, anything but his shivering body didn't want to form words.

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"Sit down, fool!" The boxer exclaimed, and with one last forceful heave with both palms, Billy sailed back to his seat.

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The little boy sniffled. Is this the way it's going to be? He thought… is there only pain for ugly dumb people like me? Why don't I just die. Why don't I just DIE NOW?! I WANT TO DIE NOW!

There is nothing left for me here… HELP ME! I DON'T WANT TO BE THIS WAY.

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A horrible vision revealed itself in the young boy's mind. The tears from his crumpled eyes made the disgusting makeup run down his ckeeks. It was a haze of red as he saw numerous lecherous faces push him face first onto the filthy mattress. A younger Billy felt hands pushing him down, mushing his face into the cushion, and finally…

…

…with one last forceful heave with both palms, Billy sailed back to his seat.

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A familiar clink and pants came free… There was only suffering. WHY WON'T I JUST DIE?

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"No. YOU DIE!" Billy roared, the bulged arteries that snaked around his neck ready to explode… like a viper, reached for his, holster which was just above his butt. He unbuttoned it and felt for his Bo (Staff). The smooth pole felt good to the touch.. reassuring to Billy.

Heavy D.'s demeanour immediately changed – the radiating red aura that towered over Billy had shifted the balance and the two aggressors instantly realized that they were like cockroaches to the burning red dragon. Billy swerved his left hip down and swung his Bo (staff) downwards towards the frozen D. Heavy D. staggered back up until the top of the seats in front of him cut into the back of his knees, preventing him from going any further.

Faster than a mousetrap, a hand gripped his wrist. Billy spun around to see Eiji sitting behind him, holding fast onto his wrist. Eiji was wearing a white hockey mask, but the 'rooster' spikes of hair on his head was still sticking out. Making his head look like a white pineapple.

"No, Billy." Eiji said firmly, his eyes projected an imposing stare.

{Eiji...} Billy mind snarled. Eiji's relaxed hand gripped onto the boy's wrist and kept it there, trebling with ravaging power, wanting to be set free. Billy began to open his mouth but realized that no words escaped his lips. His lungs refused to move – he had stopped breathing. It was only his cheeks that willed little gasps of air into his body, but the muscles around his lungs refused to take it in. His arms were taught and unmoving, his fingers gripped tightly onto his weapon, his digits didn't move and were frozen in place. He didn't know it yet, but he was in some form of shock.

"Uh.. ughk.." Billy gurgled. It was as if he was dropping into the ocean unable to move.

Eiji returned with a scowl and forced Billy's frozen hand downwards. In the next motion his middle finger embedded itself deep into the nape of Billy's neck, just in the slight crevice where Billy's right shoulder blade met the base of his neck.

The red staff dropped to the carpeted ground and little boy Billy's hands, now suddenly free went up to his chest. His shoulders relaxed and he let his gaze drift skywards, into the calming blue sky. He couldn't think of anything. Driving himself up from the dark red ocean he gasped for breath.

His lungs exhaled.

…

A cough then two… His breathiing began to normalize. I'm alive.

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"Let it go, it's not worth it." Eji replaced the hold on Billy's wrist that tensed again before the staff could fall from his grip.

"Coward…" Billy came back with heaved breaths when his pupils finally dilated normally. Billy, Eiji didn't see him twirl his hand, and reverse the hold. Now Billy was gripping Eiji's wrist. Billy squeezed hard and pulled the ninja close. "If you want to run away, FINE! Just stay out of my way!"

Eiji's eyes turned from a glare to a look of awe. "You're... Hurting me..." Eiji said calmly.

"Hey, faggot!" Heavy D. stepped in. "You look at m..."

He couldn't finish his sentence. In a fit of rage, Billy gripped his staff with his right hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the three piece stick was stiff and whole. Billy sent his elbow up and cocked back in a hacking stance. Without any more thought, he sent the Bo (staff) hurtling down like a sledgehammer into Heavy D.'s collar bone. The fool winced in pain and his incoming insults slurred as he felt half of his body fall numb. Still he gargled to speak...

"SHUT UP!" Billy roared as he twisted his body like a corkscrew, as far as it would go. He swang his weapon like a baseball bat, and his sheer fury was reflected in the awkward and tense curves and position of his mouth and lips. Frowning, puckered, and gritting all at once.

Billy's weapon hit the side of the boxer's jaw, twisting his face in a deformed stare. Billy's victim flew headlong into a garbage can not so far away. Heavy D. was foaming and in dreamland before he even hit the concrete.

"Hey man, it's cool..." The ball player, Lucky, frantically stuttered. "It was just a joke... I got no weapons, man, it 'aint fair..."

Billy said nothing and this was his blunt response as he threw his staff straight as a spear to Lucky's right wrist, making him lose grip of the basketball. Lucky broke into a cold sweat, evidently losing his ace in the hole.

"B...Brian'll get you." Lucky stammered.

...

As if on cue, Brian Battler, superstar of the USA jaguars went flying into the air. The spectators gazed in awe at the ogre who was floating 10 feet in the air with his uniform torn, showing a shattered shoulder pad. Below him was Ryo Sakazaki's fist; and down went Battler like a 'falling star' should. At the bench, the coach for the Mex Diablos bit his cap and threw it to his feet in frustration. Surely there was going to be some sort of penalty for this, but it was quite a sight to see Ryo Sakazaki walk slowly towards the end zone, with the rest of the Eagles steering clear from the raging bull. It was a ridiculous touchdown.

"Your... Your sister..." the battered Brian convulsed on the ground, trying to remember the insult he foolishly began to fling at Ryo Sakazaki.

...

The terrified Lucky stood unmoving as the overalled madman approached him. Billy calmly put his palm on Lucky's chin and squeezed his cheeks together, making the ball player pucker up before Billy sent a devastating right hook crash. Before Lucky could topple over, Billy caught his jacket and punched his abdomen. Lucky's eyes almost popped out from their sockets. Billy collared him with both hands and threw Lucky over his shoulders, towards Eiji's seat. As expected, Eiji was already in the next seat, avoiding the throw, anticipating it before Billy even lay hands on Lucky's collar. Eiji sat cross legged and stuck one of those thin Chinese pipes into one of the holes of his hockey mask. Occasionally, puffs of smoke exited through the other holes drifting skyward in little gray rings. Eiji stared disappointedly at Billy; and Billy, not wanting to lose any more sanity, walked off.

"Idiot..." Eiji puffed.

"At least I don't settle my problems by running away, old man."

EPILOGUE:

"NO! We've been this before!" Ryo shouted at Yuri. " You are not, I repeat, NOT, going to join the King of Fighters." With that, Ryo threw his helmet to the floor and went into the locker room.

Yuri knelt on her knees and cried, hiding her face in her hands.

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