The Colour Purple Chapter 20: Happy – Sad Happy - Sad, 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?"

Oh how it's been a while since I've hated a person so…

-06.29.06

Chapter 20: Happy – Sad; Happy - Sad

"...Monday You can fall apart; Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart. Thursday, doesn't even start; It's Friday, I'm in love..."

-the Cure.

...

What a horrible feeling it is, to be so tired, yet you can't sleep.. It's like oversleeping. Your mind is awake yet your body is screaming at your aching joints. Instinctively , you lie in bed, but it ultimately makes it worse. Shit, what a horrible feeling, I feel like trash. I fumble through the white sheets; I've got to command one limb at a time to move. Just next to my bed is a dresser and I look at the mirror - look at my undoubtedly limp and lifeless face. My short blonde hair's a mess. Ug, and my white shirt, I fell asleep in it again, well, figuratively speaking. At least I was smart enough to take off my pants, it'd probably be ten feet up my ass if I'd have worn 'em to bed. Oh, this is cute. The shoulder of my shirt just slipped down, maybe I should pose like those models do, exposing a bare shoulder.

"..."

Humph! The sports bra ruins the effect... I seem so out of it now. What self respecting guy would give me the time of day... Wait, what am I thinking... Sigh... I'm back where I started now, with my back on the mattress, all energy drained. I could've sworn I heard someone knocking...

...

King broke from her trance when she realized that Robert was the one knocking.

{But it's only 8:30... In the MORNING!} King's mind screamed. So she put up the covers and pretended that she was fast asleep.

"King... King-san, I know you're awake. King!" Robert called.

Robert was answered by mumbles and faint groans from under the sheets. It wouldn't have changed anything even if King had remained silent.

"NNGGARGH!" King growled, thanks to Robert's constant poking.

"HA! Knew it!" Robert greeted. "Good morning."

King turned around, still in bed, the sheets were a little below her neck. She stared grumpily at Robert.

"Teme (jerk), did it ever occur to you that I was sleeping." King groaned.

"We're going out. You said okay last night." (yeah right... That never happened. -Susan)

"What?! Who with?"

"Just you and me." Robert answered.

"WHAT!" This time, more forcefully. "You mean.. like... a date?" King's voice now softening to an unbelieving whisper.

"Bin-Bong! (bingo!)" Robert cheered, his hands forming a hand gun.

King refused to believe and hid under the sheets. Robert continued to nag King and started to pull the covers off. The covers were pulled down to King's nose and she tried to hold on to the sheets.

"Get up! Get up!" Robert nagged while he pulled the sheets.

"Da-me! (don't) I'm not dressed!" King answered in retaliation.

"Yeah right." Robert said. "I'm not going to see anything I haven't seen before", referring to the sight he sees every time King would NORMALLY wake up. (and walk down the stairs)

"Please... ROBERT!" King pleaded, her voice almost bordering to sobs.

Robert saw the look in King's eyes and stopped his teasing. Robert held his hand out to King. She reached out with her right arm and held her sheets up to her chest with her left. Robert offered her a cup of coffee to get her going.

"Since when did you become the bashful type?" Robert sarcastically asked.

"Shut up." King said, not even taking her gaze off the insides of her smoking cup of coffee.

"Well, you're going to get dressed, even if I have to do it myself!" Robert declared with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

"Ba-ka. (stupid)" King said flatly, snobbishly, but her bravado was stolen the moment Robert reached for the covers once again. It was a tug of war again; King was now at a disadvantage without her right hand that was busy with the coffee.

"Yada! Dame! (no, don't!)" King pleaded. "Okay, you win, I'll get dressed!"

Robert smiled from ear to ear. He got King's coffee cup and proceeded to walk out.

"I'll be waiting outside." Robert said. "Hurry up and get dressed okay..."

...

Outside King's room was a small landing that lead to a descending staircase which opened to the club proper. Robert Garcia sat on his bottom on this landing and leaned onto the wall just outside King's room. So, this was it, he'd finally done it, but somehow there was something missing... Robert had dreamed of this moment for months, but now it didn't seem so fulfilling. He tried to look down to his neck, and there hung a set of gold chains. Macho chains, he remembered. When he was sixteen, he wanted to have those chains so badly, went to that one shop everyday, just to marvel at them. Then one day, he saw a man walk into the store...

"How much are those chains?" Robert heard him say to the saleskeeper.

Robert's chest felt so tight he could hardly breathe. Someone was going to take his dream away from him... Robert praised goodness when the man took out his wallet and mentioned that he didn't have enough and would come back for the chains.

So, Robert decided he'd do something about it. Instead of looking like a loser - getting upset and frustrated everyday, he'd work for it. Robert took part time jobs, carrying crates from the dock to trucks in the mornings, went to school and then worked in a small shop in the afternoons. Never had Robert been so determined. He thought nothing of the fatigue and the time spent with work; thoughts of those gold chains kept him going. After a months worth of perseverance, he had finally gotten enough. The gold chains were still waiting for him; Robert smiled in glee, and when he had bought the gold, he rushed home and stood in front of the mirror for hours. The first thing he did the next day was show his prize to Ryo who had worked along side with him at the pier, and Ryo's sister, Yuri who stood next to him at the shop with him all that time as he marvelled at his treasure from ever so far away. Their smiles and congratulations made him proud, but that was it. Robert immediately quit his jobs and spent the rest of his time sitting in the sidewalk outside his house, doing nothing. After a short while, the magic faded. Robert felt bored and useless. The only other times he felt alive was when he was asked by Ryo to help rescue Yuri in the Southtown incident, and also when he worked at La Bijoux, trying to win King's attention...

It was all coming to an end now as Robert waited patiently outside King's door. Just like a schoolboy, wasting away during summer vacation, Robert sat. This was stupid, really. People are never content and can't live without pain and hardships. It was inevitably just a part of being a fighter.. To be a dreamer...

...

There was a click, and the doorknob to King's room turned. King was wearing a plain white T-shirt, Khaki safari shirt pants that had those insane number of tiny utility pockets, and brown hiking Dr. Martens.

"Well, you ready?" King asked.

"Don't tell me you're going out wearing that!" Robert countered. "You should change, wear a skirt or something."

"Now YOU'RE going to tell me what to damn wear!" King spat out, looking irritated and upset.

Robert put on a calm smile and motioned for King to cool down. "That's not what I meant..." Robert said coolly. "Here." and he handed a large black cardboard bag to her. "Try these..."

King peeped into the bag and immediately looked up, her facial expressions clearly saying "No."

"Please?" Robert begged. "If only just this once."

King let out an exhausted puff and went back into her room.

...

Robert remembered the preceding night, just after closing when he was alone with Yuri. Yuri held out her hand and gave the black cardboard shopping bag to him.

"Here, you might need this." He recalled Yuri say. "Remember, don't be rude... and never leave a lady behind, always walk next to her."

Robert nodded, thanking her for the advice and support.

"Uh..." Yuri stammered. "...good.. luck..."

Yuri stood in the darkness with Robert, the moonlight silhouetted their bodies. Yuri ran out of things to say, to advise Robert, so she just put faith on him. She just wished him the best of luck. Yuri couldn't do anything more and just stayed... out.. of destiny's... way. Yuri walked out of the den, slung her bag, and went home.

...

King exited the room a second time and stood still and unmoving in front of Robert with her new outfit that was given to her. She wore a long sleeved, white blouse and over it, she had an overall type top, beige, which went down to become a long skirt that went down to her ankles, just above her short white socks and platform sandals. In King's hands she held a soft, beige linen hat.

Robert couldn't help but grin immediately.

"Don't laugh..." King said. "That's it, I'm going to change!" and she spun around to reenter the room.

Robert quickly reached out to King's wrist and turned her around.

"It's beautiful." Robert said solemnly. "It suits you better... than the others..."

...

DEFINITION OF ROMANCE (noun):
As a literary genre of high culture, romance or chivalric romance is a style of heroic prose and verse narrative. A colourful world. A novel or other prose narrative depicting heroic or marvelous deeds, pageantry, romantic exploits, usually in a historical or imaginary setting.

"Good luck."