The Colour Purple Chapter 26: Truth, 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?"

Satan's greatest trick was that he convinced the world he did not exist.

…but, God's greatest lie, was making his children believe – that everyone was DESTINED to fall in love. (2013 - the resolution 4:14:13 the Judas Gospel)

Chapter 26: Truth

"Robert! Robert wait!" King called as loud as she could.

"Have some cake with me." King continued. "I've never blown out candles before." Her voice now a soft sweet whisper. King couldn't stop the tears from streaking her face.

Awkward as she had ever been, King stared intently at the flames, dancing on top of that cute little candle. She was clearly a grown woman, but to King it was her very first birthday. King was a bit unsure, a bit embarrassed actually as she took in a deep breath. In one throw, she watched as that flame puffed into smoke, and when she had done away with that last one, she cried a bit again. Nothing else seemed to matter now, the rest of the world didn't matter. It was just Robert, the cake,- and her in that park. Robert sat at the other end of the bench and clapped his hands, he smiled, his face not showing that he was indeed moved by the spectacle of King put to tears.

"I get to make a wish right?" King asked.

"I hope you made it before you blew out the candles." Robert answered.

"Ara?!" King gawked as she put her hand to her open mouth. "Oh well, let's make an exception. Can we? It was really my first time."

Robert laughed. "Sure..."

King closed her eyes and sat in deep thought for some time.

"There!" King said, then opened her sparkling eyes and smiled widely.

"Secret?"

"Hi..mi...tsu... (s-e-c-r-e-t...)" King said, rather sweet and cute Robert was keen to notice. He laughed again, and laughed harder inside. It was truly a strange sight, a different feeling to know this side of King. He wished it could always be like this.

There was the inevitable silence.. a few seconds that seemed to pass like minutes then hours, a familiar feeling like the anticipation for battle, but they both knew what it was in truth. It was probably their imagination but then, it could be real, they seemed to get closer and closer as time went on. Robert slinged his right arm on the back of the bench and leaned a bit forward. There was no obvious reaction from King, and there was no change in her smiling visage.

Robert closed his eyes, vaguely recalling that King had done the same, or had it been a figment of his imagination? Robert was trapped in a world of long denied fulfillment, and in a state of uncertainty. Then he did the stupidest thing a person could ever do. He asked himself, he rationalized for once in his pathetic pea brained life... He asked himself if he really loved King.

On normal occasions, such a scene was far from his grasp, and he had no inhibitions, and now that it was just a few inches away, he was unsure. He reached out and held King by the shoulders, more to guide him, make him more focused and keep him from 'falling', not falling down from the bench but falling in his thoughts.

"Robert..." King said in a whisper.

Robert looked at King, and her soft sad eyes penetrated him. He just sat and stared at King, not knowing what to do next. In one moment everything can happen, she can love me or she can hate me, or worse, she might do both. What if she stays like this forever? Robert realized, the fool, that this wasn't the King he fell in love with, he fell in love with the tough, cold King, the one he wanted to know the truth about, the one he wanted to change. LIES! ALL OF THEM LIES. Robert could accept anything and confused himself more.

"Robert..." Robert thought she heard her whispering "Ii desu yo... (it's okay..)"

Robert's face changed, as if he remembered something. He stood up all of a sudden and looked to the side. Hiding the look on his face. He had remembered.

{The letter...} Robert recalled.

"Dosh ta no? (what's wrong?)" She asked.

"Betsuni.. nothing..." Robert answered.

Robert held Kings hands and helped her up. Robert began to cry. He tried to hold it back with all the pride only a man could muster. His face stiffened and turned into a calm look, but water streamed from his eyes. He put his hand in his pockets and clenched a hard fist. King looked at him with concern and tried to come closer, but Robert subtlety tried to stay away.

{Goddamn it.} he thought.

"Moo, kaerimasyo ka? (Well, shall we go home?)" Robert offered, trying not to let his voice break up.

Robert didn't wait for an answer and King just held his hand and walked back like lovers to the car.

...

Offer wine to those with bitter hearts; but give beer to take away the taste of sweet lies.

Truth serum. Beer is truth serum.

Why are people so stupid, oblivious the obvious inhibitions that come with others' true feelings, more often when they don't want to accept what their hearts know as truth. Why too, are people so keen to accept the obvious lies that they are presented with, yet they know deep down inside that these lies are not what they desire.

...

Home.

La Bijoux was not as busy as it should this night, lucky for King and lucky for Yuri. King held her cake box in hands and walked next to Robert as they went up to the front door of La Bijoux. Again there was that silence. King closed her eyes and leaned towards Robert almost to her tiptoes. Robert's hands went to hers to support the cake box.

His heart beat feverishly, same went for King. They were trapped in a black box, their own world. Their world was destroyed by a voice.

"King-chan." A man's voice said.

Robert clenched his fist in his pockets and grit his teeth. {K'soo, omee ka? (Damn it, is it him?)} Robert cringed in angst. King straightened herself, and looked to the side to see a familiar face.

"...Clark-kun?" King said with a flushed face. "Y.. you're here?"

Clark, Ralf's mercenary teammate stood by the door of La Bijoux with an apron on. After straightening his shades (what in the world would you need shades in the night for though), he proceeded to wipe clean the glass he had in his hands with a white washcloth.

"Clark-kun," King began again. "What are you doing with that apron? Were you working behind the bar?"

"Hey, it's no problem." Clark answered. He combed his blonde hair with his wet fingers and proceeded to shift his stare towards Robert. King was unsure of the gesture since she could hardly see his eyes, and Clark's pokerface smile could never be trusted.

"Ah!" King stammered. "Clark-kun, this is Robert-san."

"Pleased to meet you." Clark said automatically, and extended his hand.

"Same to you Clark." Robert came back and shook his hand.

Robert tried so hard to stare Clark in the eyes, he held the shake firmly. In any way he wanted some sort of clue to Clark's character. Robert couldn't see his eyes. Were Clark's eyes, evil looking, lecherous? Were they angry, full of hatred? Were they slit and thin, eyes of a jealous man, a treacherous man? Clark's handshake was no different, it was firm yet held no answers. Robert wanted to size him up, wanted to prove to himself that Clark was weaker that he was. He wanted to appease his conscience somehow, wanted to...

Instead, Robert was lost again.

"Uh, I knew him from when we were very little. My father knows him, he is going to work here for a while, maybe help you out as bouncer, Dad said that..." King stammered.

"Oh, I kn..." Robert began but stepped back. "...It's okay..."

"You know, that girl you had in there? Yuri was it? She's in the den right now. She didn't look too good. Think she drank too much. The other girls took care of her job and I helped out so there was no problem." Clark said.

"WHAT!" King called out. "Is she still there? I need to talk to that.."

"Wait." Robert interrupted King, holding her by the shoulder. "I'll take care of her." With that, he left King and crossed paths with Clark.

Robert walked at a smooth pace and the instant that he passed Clark, Robert's pupils rushed to the corner of his eye. Everything went black and a thin flash of light penetrated them both, like a bullet. Everything slowed down and heartbeats served as the only theme song. A million thoughts crossed Robert's mind, and presumably the same for Clark.

Robert couldn't see Clark's eyes, but Clark could [see] Robert's' very well.. The windows to the soul, it would take the greatest of actors or the lowliest of scum to hide the expression in one's eyes. There was pain, hate, anger, concern, and yet a faint hint of love in Robert's eyes.

He wanted to know if this man could take care of her when he would...

...

Robert finally came to the den. He wasn't angry or anything of the sort. More concerned about Yuri's state. She wasn't known for losing control like this and now the other waitresses had told Robert that she had gotten drunk over something, and asked him to see if she was still okay. Robert asked them if she had gone to the bathroom yet. They shook their heads. Great. Just.. great.

The door creaked open a little.

"Yuri-chan?" Robert called out to the darkness. It took a while for Robert's eyes to focus, but he could clearly see the moon outside the window. THAT window. There was no answer. Robert tried to carefully walk over to the closed bathroom door. He knocked a few times softly.

"Yuri-chan? You in there?" he said.

SHOCK – SENSATION

Then suddenly Robert felt someone behind him, a hug. It was a feeling he knew. It was Yuri sobbing and Robert could faintly tell what that feeling was pressing on his back.

"Yuri-san, button up your shirt..." Robert said in an uneasy tone, almost like a question.

"Robert-kun..." Yuri mumbled. "Welcome back. How was your day with King?"

"It went okay. We went to the park and she liked the clothes you and your brother bought."

"Yokatta ne (that's good..)." She whispered.

"Yuri, what happened tonight? You were supposed to work. Why'd you drink?"

Yuri broke into uncontrollable sobs after that. "Don't leave me!"

"Yuri?"

"Robert-kun, don't leave me, please... I love you."

And thus the Bizarre love pentagon was drawn. "You're drunk!" Robert tried to show some control. "Damn it..."

"SHUT UP, Robert-kun!" Yuri yelled. "I love you, don't you understand?!"

Robert looked at Yuri straight at the face, trying as hard as he could not to let his vision go astray. Yuri had her shirt open, nothing to hide from the imagination, and her eyes, they were serious. On normal occasions, the scene would destroy all reason in Robert, but too much had happened tonight already. Such a strange moonlit night. Robert walked to Yuri and tried to button up her shirt.

Why do so many people have to be hurt with the Bizarre Love Pentagon. Love? LIES. Damn all those love stories and all those stupid movies. All they do is put these damn thoughts of a perfect love in people's minds.

Yuri threw herself at Robert and hugged him tight, fearing to let go.

"I'll do anything. Just don't leave me for King. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything I did, how I acted." Yuri cried.

It was all coming apart, noone would ever be the same from this night on. The house of cards had come apart at the base. All their wishes of a simple life are over because of this failed love. When they meet again the next day, would everything be the same or will it all change? Robert didn't want to see into the future. He just wanted to live for today, for right now. He held Yuri tight. Yuri knew amidst her intoxicated state that this would never work. She beat her fists on Robert's chest venting out all her frustrations and regrets. Nothing is more expensive than regret in this life. Love is free but the regret that spawns from it, is without price. She beat down on Robert's chest until she was tired and she succumbed to the futility of her actions. Robert just hugged her. Trying his best to soothe her.

"I'm sorry, Yuri. I really do love King." Robert said.

With the truth laid out in the open, there was nothing else to be said. Yuri might not remember any of this tomorrow, but she will know the truth inside of her and every waking hour she sees Robert she will know it inside. All that Robert could do was be there for Yuri, when she falls from grace. The dark room, the empty walls were there once again, to serve as the silent observers to the people who play actors in this twisted drama.

...

The light stinged Robert's eyes. He looked pitifully at Yuri, bent over by the toilet vomiting it all out. All her courage, all her suppressed affections, all the truth. Robert leaned behind Yuri and patted her on the back to get the poison out from inside her.

The ordeal finally over, Yuri knelt with her knees on the floor and her feet to the side. Her legs made a sort of arrow shape. She breathed in and out slowly. The real world finally crept into her, and when she looked up from her groggy state she realized that she was looking at Robert. Robert's face was calm but his tears were there. Yuri succumbed to the shame and put her face in her hands. Yuri cried, because of the hate, because of the regret, of the shame, but more because of he knew deep inside that she...

"Did you read all of King's letter?" Robert asked, more to himself. "We have noone to blame for his than ourselves. There is noone else to blame... is there?"

...

["Well, you know that my dad wanted to raise me as a boy, I guess." King said and Robert nodded lightly. "Well, there was this boy, blonde, and my dad was very fond of him."

King told Robert the story. Her father treated this boy like his son, her father trusted him with King, probably wanted him to rub off his traits onto King, but first and foremost, he wanted this boy to protect his daughter because he doubted that she could take care of herself]

Robert remembered those words, and he thought back to King's letter. So finally, the man from her past has finally come. How could Robert go against an arranged marriage? It gave Robert enough courage to take King out on the date, but it was a sort of 'last fling' because Robert knew that when Clark finally came, he could no longer make any advances, even joked ones while he was around. It had turned out for the worse. Robert had realized that he truly loved King and it made the separation more painful. The only thing for Robert to do was get away, why fight a battle with odds so stacked against you?

...

"Well? How is she?" King asked as Robert stepped outside to where Clark and she were talking.

"She's fine. It's over... It's over..." Robert said, as he walked away to his car. "I'll be taking a little vacation okay?"

"Eh? What?! Robert-san?" King tried to follow.

"It's okay, Clark will cover for me, I need to do something."

King didn't say another word. It was a sort of silent understanding. In the back of King's mind she somehow figured that Robert had read the letter. King felt a little ashamed, leaving the letter out in the open, indirectly inviting Robert to read it because she couldn't do it herself. She wasn't strong enough to destroy the relationship that night, that night with the cake... when she realized that she was a real person, a real woman with real feelings after all.

Yuri ran out, tried to keep her balance as she went to Robert. Her hands on his car's ledge…

"Robert,.. you're leaving?" She asked the question she knew the answer to.

"Yeah..." he answered softly as not to let King hear.

"Will you be back?"

"Don't know. Don't worry, you'll have Clark to cover me."

"NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" Yuri shouted, attracting the curious looks of both Clark and King.

"Yuri..."

"You love her don't you?" she said silently.

Robert didn't answer, and just got in his car. Yuri held onto the door and tried to stop him. "[You]'ve got to fight it, then."

"It's over..."

Robert turned the key and started his engine. Yuri couldn't say anything more and mumbled something... Something about thanking Robert for not taking advantage of her. She was going to say again that she loved him, but she stopped in mid sentence.

The car drove away.

THE BIZARRE LOVE PENTAGON.

Epilogue:

I don't think it will end just yet.

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