The Colour Purple Chapter 29: Say Anything, Again (r1), 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?"

Note to self: Legacy chapter numbering (32- - -), does not match. [Original chapter written 2013]

CHAPTER REWRITTEN IN 2015

(NO MATTER WHAT EVIL WE MAY COMMIT… we continue to live,)

"…yet before every sunrise, we could absolve ourselves of all our sins."

-the IRONY of the holy catholic .GOSPEL.

Six O'clock PM.

In a few moments, La Bijoux would be alive once again, but ironically, all the life had been drained away from those who made it so. Instead of jumping right in headfirst as she always had, Yuri held her tracks and put herself at the mercy of that door in front of her. Thinking of things totally unrelated, random phrases, nonsense made-up bible passages and memories of events that never occurred - then it came to her. My world had become, a PRISON.

Exhaling a sigh of defeat, Yuri stepped up and put her fingers on the door latch sluggishly. She used to come in hours early for work, she used to have that enthusiastic spark in her eyes, and she used to be so full of life and energy. Now, all that was left was nothing but the shell of a cold drone. A cold, dead drone. The bright world and brilliant wishes La Bijoux had once promised her had suddenly vanished. It had been a whole month since Robert left, and he never came back. Yuri tried so hard to convince herself that it didn't matter - that Robert would just disappear - never come back and she wouldn't care.

Before Yuri could turn the handle the door swang open and Yuri's classmate, Mousse jumped up in front of her. "AH!" She called out but immediately put her hands over her mouth. "Yuri-chan, hurry up, get in…" Mousse whispered now pulling Yuri by the wrists with both her hands, pleading her friend to come in quickly and silently.

"Wha… What!?" Yuri was about to jump out of her skin, pulling herself back with her arms defensively crossed over her face instinctively.

"HEY! Is that Yuri? YURI!" Marie's voice tore through the club. "God, why even bother coming to work if you're going to be this late?" She huffed.

"Please Marie, go easy on the kid." Nana, one of the nicer waitresses said.

"We aren't playing dress up here, Nana." She turned to Nana aggressively. "I've had it with her, and frankly I've had it with you! Don't bother opening your mouth if you won't have anything useful to say."

Wordless, Mousse felt her stomach tangle into bitter knots and she crumpled to her knees behind her friend, Yuri. Yuri, completely stunned was totally unable to move even a muscle. Mousse shrunk down and cowered behind Yuri now, and silently whimpered to herself, ironically, as if she was the one being scolded.

Without any of them getting a word in edgewise Marie stormed away, leaving the two high schoolers and Nana who gnashed her teeth so hard, Mousse was afraid Nana would accidentally bite her own tongue in half, behind.

"Nana." Yuri cut the tension immediately. "Look, I'm sorry you got yelled at for standing up for me." She stepped forward and reached out.

"Forget it. It's not your fault, Yuri." She walked away to the absolute opposite side of the large room across from where Marie was headed.

The meek, timid Mousse was so deathly afraid she refused to move and tucked her head into Yuri's backside. It was only long moments later that she summoned enough courage to peek up with trembling shoulders. Still, she was mortified to look because she believed that if she opened her eyes, she would be shoot with a pistol dead in the forehead. "She… Marie's not very nice, Yuri-chan."

"She's a bitch." Yuri punctuated her friend's keen sense of judgment.

"We're only in high school, Yuri..." Mousse tried to calm down, looking far out at their senior, Marie, who was the oldest out of all of them, direct a small group of waitresses, "Doesn't she know we can't be here all the time?"

Yuri put her hands on her sides and forced herself to relax, extending her fingers and purposely skipped breaths to slow down her heart rate. Despite her best efforts, Yuri could not stop the deathly sensation of sharp daggers cutting through her heart.

My world had become a prison, and my life - a living hell.

…

"Don't mind, don't mind!" Mousse grinned and reassured Yuri, handing her a clean apron. "I'm really scared of her, but without Marie, no one will manage La Bijoux while King-san is asleep." She said in an upbeat tone as if the one she was trying so hard to convince was her own self.

Yuri took the apron and tied the straps round her waist. Though it felt awkward hearing that from a girl who only seconds ago was about to bawl into tears before Yuri would. {What does 'Don't mind, don't mind', even mean? Is that even English?} Yuri thought, looking down at her feet as she straightened her apron in front of her. When she lifted her head up from her deep pool of thought, the buzzing sound in her ears abruptly stopped – she felt her body fall immediately as the ground disappeared from underneath and she stepped off the precipice of a world of darkness.

From across the hall a blonde haired man sat by the bar with his chin perched on the back of his interwoven fingers. To his left was Nana talking out loud with her hands, trying her best to rein back the utter frustration that was churning in her gut. To his right, were two more waitresses, Ophelia who did not talk much and one more new girl Yuri did not know very well. They all spoke their mind in casual manner, yet with distinct purpose, but for some reason the women found some strange satisfaction acting out amongst a man who sat there like a statue, totally oblivious. Even in this dimly lit club the peculiar man wore dark shades over his eyes and had a stern look in his face as if he was staring at a spot on the wall so hard that he was about to burn a hole right through. Clark hunched over with an absolutely petrified and unwavering, stone-like demeneaour. It was a look that was so bizarre, the image had become frightful, and nothing around could distract him or break him from the thick veil that he had placed around himself.

Clark.

Just thinking the name made Yuri's blood boil. It was the same boiling blood that made the sour acid from the bottom of her stomach rise up and dissolve a hole through her throat.

Do you even know how many people you've affected with your selfishness?

She could sense her insides ooze out her ears and feel her mind simply want to shut down from the screaming, deafening rage in her head.

Do you even realize what you've done?

Yuri could not turn away and found her gaze shackled by Clark who stared out into the darkness, ignoring the world as if it was just so inconsequential – the same world that he had destroyed overnight.

YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOW… AND YOU DON'T EVEN CARE DO YOU?!

…and perhaps the mere fact that he acted as if his actions were of no consequence served to drive Yuri INSANE even MORE.

Damn you. God damn you! I hate you.

All Yuri could do was bear down on her teeth and scream. {I hate you so much.} It was a scream so loud but voiceless, that she felt the pressure pop out the back of her head – and turn the entire kingdom around her pitch black. At the same instant she felt as if she was about to pass out from the stress, the same loud-pitched sound a microphone makes when it drops to the hard ground pierced her ears and cut through it all. Then, the recurring whine of screeching feedback filled her world with a painful sounding, echoing, feedback loop. Still, the waitresses continued on their merry way, bitching and complaining about their meager troubles like buzzards around Clark who paid no heed and continued to stare out.

{I HATE YOU! Do you hear me?! I wish you would just goddamn DIE!}

Then silence.

Almost like a short tremor, the world shook for a split second and even if he shrugged just minute fractions of an inch, Clark was surely jolted awake. His lips parted ever so slightly, making his chin lift from his lethargic perch on the back of his fingers, and you could almost hear his pupils dilate wide open.

"Clark, hey Clark are you listening?" Nana's voice seemed so cloudy and muffled, as did that other girl's voice when her mouth moved. She said something to Clark but Yuri couldn't make it out. Clark put both his hands on the bar and in slow motion, pushed himself up. He walked past the two wordlessly, and to him they did not seem to exist.

"Yuri! Yuri, can you get back here already… hey!" Marie's voice sounded like she was underwater. Even when Mousse tugged lightly at Yuri's bicep, her friend did not move an inch. "Ah, Mr. Clark." Mousse said meekly.

Moments ago, that sleeping, blonde haired beast could not even give a damn if vermin cut at his heels, but suddenly when that shrill noise cut through the silence, to Clark only Yuri existed at the other side of the room. With his arms extended he swiveled his head slowly towards Yuri's direction and abruptly stopped at the end of its journey like the barrel on a German Panzer tank turret as it finally found its target.

She was probably oblivious to it, but Yuri's face was terse and sour – her brows furrowed and her mouth scowled a dark brooding look that refused to move nor acknowledge the beast was now walking straight towards her now as if ready to plow through her and trample its victim under its tractors.

…and to Clark, the swirling irresistible attraction that pulled him in was something most men would be totally oblivious of, but this was surely something he would not ignore.

Both their bodies were now within breathing space and Clark, a wide, square shouldered man with a thick solid body simply stared down at the small Yuri. Despite their incredible difference in size, neither made any sudden moves within their stalemate. Towering a full head over Yuri, Clark stopped his stride a close foot away from the girl and looked down at her with that same bored look. It was a perplexed, yet bland expression but hidden behind those dark opaque lenses, under many layers, something within him knew he felt this carnal feeling before.

Yuri did not even move as the weathered, rusty steel tank loomed a dark shadow over her ominously. That emotion had swallowed and devoured all manner of fear, all notion of social convention and simply replaced her thoughts with a voracious rancor.

Perhaps this is what happens when one confronts their 'natural enemy'.

"Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Clark!" Mousse cheerfully greeted the man while hugging Yuri's arm. Clark broke out of his trance and looked over at Mousse, he smiled, but only after turning his head to face Yuri solid and square did he speak, "Good afternoon." Clark said finally, turning away and walking off with his back to her. His voice was plain and neither of the two high school girls could garner anything else that was hidden under his dark sunglasses. For all of this, to him, was simply of little to no consequence.

Chapter 29: Say Anything, Again (rev1)

[Resentment] is like drinking POISON, and wishing someone ELSE would die.

…

This night was no different from any other... A battlefield studded with ambitious office ladies and brave salarymen who wanted to live in fantasy crowded the place. They loosened their ties, sat back and crossed their legs seductively. There were no bosses to impress, there were no colleagues to be phony to. It was just La Bijoux, the Shangri-la on earth.

Clark at least had the decency to wear something decent.

{Thank goodness.} Yuri thought in relief. Clark stood by the door, greeting guests and flashing his cool smile. Numerous people commented that the 'usual' bouncer wasn't there. Yuri could help but eavesdrop, and occasionally she would hear "...You're new, and 'is what's-his-name gone?"

{WHAT'S-HIS-NAME...} Yuri repeated in her mind in disgust... She wanted to go over – throw her hands up and scream "ROBERT, THAT GODDAMN GUY'S NAME IS ROBERT!" but she didn't. How easily people are forgotten. Yuri noticed too that many couples stopped by the door just to talk to Clark, is this really all for sport – do they think no one else notices? They were extremely elegant about their flirting. Their stupid boyfriends couldn't even get a clue. To Clark, it did not even matter.

Even when he smiled it was like he looked through all of them, looking for [someone] else. Even when the beautiful ladies and smartly dressed men smiled at Clark, it was not the same. Scrutinizing them one by one, their smiles were weak and flaccid, and it was NOT the smile he was looking for.

{Are you serious?} Yuri gnashed her teeth. {You're flirting with other people's dates?}

Yuri pulled her shoulders back to take a break then leaned over by the counter to find King in her own world. With only uncomfortable silence as the only only other alternative, Yuri took her chance to catch up on some small talk with King.

"So, how is school treating you, Yuri?" King opened up from her chore.

"Nothing... Just school... My trigonometry teacher plays 'Hotel California' on the guitar while we take quizzes - and he'd open with ["URRGHMM.. NOW, for your listening pleasure..."] Yuri impersonated with her best scruffy cigarette torn voice.

King put her hand over her mouth, hunched over and Yuri couldn't tell if she was wrenching in pain or covering a laugh. Yuri made no reaction but took note of it. It seemed so out of place to the tough King.

"So, I notice that you've been eating BREAKFAST lately..." Yuri said in her best 'phony...' joking accent.

"Oh yeah, sure, breakfast at noon - Clark's worse than an alarm clock..." King slumped over and pumped two L-bent arms over both shoulders up and down. "Back breaker or something..." Then King broke out into a strange sugary sweet laughter.

"..." Yuri paused a bit. "So how're you getting along with Clark? He's living here now?"

"Oh yeah…" King murmured. "Clark and my father go way back. This isn't the first time he's made himself at home."

"So… you're okay with this?"

"Clark doesn't say much, and he cleans up after himself. I don't mind." King said.

Slowly and carefully – even if she herself didn't realize it, Yuri analyzed every word that came out of King's mouth. With every word King said, Yuri weaved it into that letter King's father, that same letter that... She wasn't convinced. Something wasn't right here. Anyone can fake a smile. That was what Robert once told Yuri, but her eyes... King replied to every question cleanly and confidently.

"Good evening!" King and Yuri heard Clark greet their newest guests.

Yuri and King looked upwards and saw a trio of familiar faces. Andy was dressed smart in all white, except for his black purple polo shirt with a red tie, his long golden hair slicked back as usual. Then there was also his brother Terry, he had a white polo shirt, tucked out with khaki pants. {No hat.} Yuri commented to herself. Ofcourse, Joe Higashi was between the pair with his arms slung over them. Joe had this egg yellow suit with a plain white t-shirt under it.

"KING-CHAN!" Joe echoed as loud as he could. The usual. There were a few instinctive stares from a few people, but as a whole, Joe was pretty well known in La Bijoux, for both good reasons and perhaps, some not so good ones. Clark gave Joe a look, well, to Yuri, his grimacing lip gave it away, but there were little clues to pick up since, once again, his dark sunglasses hid a deep thick void beneath it. King looked to the other side. Yuri was quick to catch that. Suddenly, King was so busy and immersed with her work.

Andy was looking a bit strange, probably because Mai was no where to be found, but Yuri couldn't help take note of the uneasy, stiff look he was giving his brother. Oh well, if anything, Joe was there. Yuri chuckled a bit at the contrast between Joe's cheerful mug and Andy's face.

Joe waddled over to the bar in his usual way.

"The Muay Thai king has arrived, King-chan!" Joe opened as usual.

Joe leaned over at the bar and smiled at King. King proceeded to wipe the wine glass in her hand and subtly looked the other way. After Joe was getting in the mood of talking, King had no choice but to jump in.

"So, I haven't seen Terry in a long time... I hear he just moved into New Hong Kong… A few months ago?" King began.

"Oh yeah, I thought I'd show him the place, since Andy and I go here a lot." Joe replied. "How are you getting along with work? I call sometimes at night but you're asleep."

"So does Terry live in Little Italy as well?"

"Uh..." Joe paused for a second. "Yeah, he lives there, not with Andy though. He has his own flat. King you..."

"So how's the diner?" King cut in. "Why isn't Mai around."

"Uh, she'll be here in a while." Joe replied hesitantly, FINALLY getting a clue. "KING..." Joe said a little more firmly leaning over. "You're not returning any of my calls."

…

"Oh… I didn't have time and all..." King said, looking up to meet Joe's eyes for a moment then looking back down to wipe her sparkling, already perfectly spotless wineglass.

"Hey, I mean it's cool that you're getting sleep now and all. Actually I'm very happy. I just wanted to know if you were all right."

"Oh... I'm fine." King was quick to reply with a smile. Still, her face lay slumped down and focused on the brilliant glass in front of her that was so immaculately spotless that it could easily blind anyone when caught in the right light. Trapped in that deep hole, King did not even bother to look up.

...

"Andy, looks like Mai's going to be late." Terry said over the table.

"I should've picked her up." Andy grunted more to himself.

"Andy."

"What?" Andy said. "...Oniisan." He was quick to add.

"You've been acting really weird ever since I moved here. It wasn't like before."

"The fight?"

"Yes."

"Oh forget it. I just had a bad day. It was just a routine thing." Andy replied trying to dismiss the topic, and looking around to scout if Mai had arrived yet or not.

"No, I don't think so. There's something more. You weren't like this before you started working here in NHK. I'm your brother. You can tell me."

Andy forced a smile. "No really, it's okay... Oniisan. (Big brother)"

"..."

"So how do you like the club?" Andy asked.

"It's nice. Do you always come here?"

"Yeah, with Joe and Mai."

"I don't know... I don't think I fit in here. Do you think I look okay?" Terry asked with an insecure look on his face as he pinched and pulled the clothes he borrowed from Andy off his body.

Andy smiled... A little more sincerely now. "It's fine." Andy smiled.

"I never had to go to these kinds of places."

"Don't worry, it's a fun place. You'll grow to like La Bijoux."

We all belong here. Andy breathed in deep and looked up to the ceiling, and to reciprocate the sky looked down at him and his brother, of the hundred lonely people who walked in this wonderful kingdom that was dark – and bright – at the same time. Turning on its axis La Bijoux revolved around the many glimmering smiles that littered the ground – and even if it was not the smile Clark was looking for - we still all belonged here.

...

Terry is a simple man, never had to play dummy in a formal gathering or whatnot. This place... LA Bijoux. It has some magic. People throw away all their frustrations about their dreary office lives. It is a place where customers can disappear and leave behind their attaché cases and loosen the invisible reigns that strangled them more viciously than their tight neckties. A place where they can drop everything, throw away their suits and be themselves.

Andy smiled, laughed to himself. Terry just sat there, with his beer – a strange beer in a wide mouthed stemmed glass. He had never been served a beer out of a bottle or out of a mug. There was this weird looking thing that looked like a large, square champagne glass, it had a long stem and a little handle. He looked at the 'mug' and sipped from it 'calmly', and between gulps he would look around and then scrutinized the clothes he was wearing.

Andy smiled, laughed to himself. Terry was human after all, but Andy still couldn't accept it. What a stubborn vengeful little brother, but he laughed anyway. In La Bijoux, Andy threw everything away, put it aside for tomorrow.

{"Damn it!"} yells that seniour vice president as he sent his palm down on the table like a piledriver.

Andy Bogard had fought all his life and with his blood sweat and tears as he climbed the ranks to his position in the company now, but he is only plagued by anxiety, worry and hate.

{"I SAID..." Andy exclaimed, "I have NOTHING to do with Terry Bogard!"}

To hell with that. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered here. Andy flagged down a waitress to order another round of whisky. Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe? To hell with that...

Oniisan.

Andy instinctively ended his sentences with when he addressed Terry at times like these. Terry was always 'Oniisan' to Andy, a perfect image of what he had always strived to be. With a slight delight, Andy chuckled, he never dreamed he would see Terry the way he was now – Andy laughed again – so weak and utterly amusing. It was uplifting to say the least. Uplifting to know the brother he loved is really human and no god.

Respect. Admiration... and [longing].

Sometimes the real world warped those feelings.

Defiance. Spite... and Jealousy.

"Oniisan..." Andy cut into Terry's awkward feeling of insecurity.

"What?"

'I hate you.' Andy mumbled with a grin. I hate you so much.

"What did you say?" Terry asked, squinting his eyes, and putting his hand behind his ear.

"Nothing..." Andy slapped the side of his face and continued drinking his whisky.

Nothing. This is all, nothing at all.

...

"I hope you still listen to my messages, King-chan." Joe said.

"I... Yes, I do Higashi-kun." King answered.

"HiGaShI-KuN?!" Joe said with a deformed face. "My aren't we formal tonight? What happened to Joe-chan?"

"Oh… ha ha..." King tried to laugh. "Sorry…"

"You didn't come over that time when I invited you to dinner. I thought you could make it now that you sleep better."

"Sorry..." King uttered. "I was..."

"Oh, come on don't tell me you were busy all this time? I just wanted to show you the place and all the new James Dean posters I put up... and, AND, I fixed up the juke-box. I'm deciding whether to keep the cd changer or buy one of those old vinyl juke boxes..."

"Yeah… that's nice..."

"King-chan... Are you okay?" Joe asked hesitantly.

Joe leaned over and reached for King's hand. Yuri could've sworn that King jumped and jerked her hand back from the fire.

"King..." Joe started. "Wha…"

Then all of a sudden, a riveted, solid steel gate fell down with a hard and loud thunder cutting the world in half – a world that was easier to see in black and white.

"HEY!" His voice yet again jumped. "What are you doing?!" Boomed a voice from behind.

"What the hell..." Yuri said silently. WHAT… WHAT THE HELL?!

Five fingers gripped Joe's wrist and forced his hand to loosen its grip from King's. Instinctively, Joe's hand flew wide. Joe was caught unprepared and the best he could do was swivel his chair around in hopes to find out what in the blazing hell was going on.

Joe turned and from a slouched position, and slowly lifted his head. His eyes, were still looking down, but he rolled up slowly and menacingly to the threat.

ASSHOLE. MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE.

"Teme... (Asshole) What's your problem! Can't you see, THE Muay Thai King is trying to have a PRIVATE conversation with Miss King here?"

"Since when were you the Muay Thai king eh, Joe?!" Andy callously waved his arm up and down lethargically from his side of the room.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrusai! (shut up)" Joe said, waved his arms up and down. Joe quickly turned serious again and threw his face up to that asshole who dared interrupt him. {It was that new bouncer,} Joe was keen to notice.

"Who are you?" Clark said calmly and firmly.

"No… NO, WHO are YOU anyways? Go mind your own business." Joe snapped, he pushed both palms forward, throwing Clark back an inch.

"I am…." Clark stepped forward again.

"What did you say?!" Joe called out sarcastically, while putting his hand behind his ear. "I can't heeeeeear you..."

…

Asshole.

…

"Asshole."

"What?" Joe Higashi's brows were tied up in knots, walking past a thin line that he would no longer return from.

The next instant, Joe hit the ground HARD but he rolled with the impact and recovered from the punch. The mind shattering sensation ROCKED his brain and before he could realize what had just happened, all Joe could do was run his thumb over his twitching bloody lip. He instinctively leapt up to a stand with both hands up over his forehead, doing his best to recover from the sucker punch. Joe pushed with both arms forward and took a quick step back.

{What… What happened?} Yuri blinked – the next instant Joe was picking himself up from the ground but Clark still stood where he was unmoving.

"Not only do you look like a pineapple, you're deaf and stupid too." Clark pulled back a clenched fist.

"KONOYARO (bastard)! NOW you've done it!" Joe snarled. Joe snapped to his feet and put his face inches away from Clark's.

"We're gonna find out right now JUST how GOOD of a bouncer you really are Stevie Wonder!" Joe snarled as he poked Clark in the chest with so much anger Joe's fingertips punched bloody holes into Clark's flesh.

...

Andy put his third glass of whisky down and assessed the situation. It wasn't good. Terry too, looked concerned. Andy loosened his tie and propped himself up, the signs of the affects of the alcohol disappeared all of a sudden. Terry didn't know if he should be more concerned of Joe or Andy.

"It's coming down like a house of cards, Oniisan." Andy remarked, tugging his loose tie to its extremities.

"Soh... ('uh huh...')" Terry agreed, he too stood up and folded up his sleeves..

...

"Keep your hands off King." Clark growled.

"Who's gonna make me? You?" Joe jeered.

"Yes."

That's it? 'Yes?'

"Just who... JUST WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Joe shouted - angry, frustrated, and annoyed at the same time.

"I'm her fiancée. And who the hell are you?!" Clark thundered without skipping a beat.

Yuri stopped what she was doing and turned her head so sharply it almost snapped off her neck. Andy stopped in mid breath as his gut curled itself into knots. King, she… Terry knew the situation well enough; the hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention, fighting the urge to turn his shoulders back.

It was a carnal human instinct.

Joe's heart stopped and with his mouth agape, fell silent. It took a few moments for him to gather up his thoughts and straighten his bearings. Joe broke out in maniacal laughter.

"You're kidding me! No, you're shitting me through my ass!" Joe smirked. "And what if _I_ have something to say about it?! EH!?"

"I love King." Clark said openly, the waitresses around just stopped dead in their tracks and tried their best to conceal their blushing faces and not simply drop the trays they held in their hands. "Who are YOU?"

Joe couldn't utter anything in response. "I... I..."

"WHAT!?" Clark cut in shouting. Are you going to say the same thing?

Joe stammered and couldn't say anything. The sweat was beading on his forehead that desperately wanted to fight back Clark's curling fingers.

"Say something?! SAY ANYTHING!" Clark prodded. AGAIN. "Are you going to just stand down?! You spineless yellow bastard!?" Say anything. Again.

"Joe, yametekureyo... (don't...)" King said as she tried to reach for Joe's arm.

"Bakayaro! (idiot!)" Joe shouted. This was a man's fight now. Joe couldn't say anything at all... This fool made him look like a pathetic kid, and he wouldn't let it by. Joe was insulted, degraded, but most of all, challenged... Once the fires ignite, there is nothing anyone else can do. The only resolution is the fight.

"ORAORA!" Joe whispered.

"Hey, Come on!" Clark replied fearlessly curling his fingers back.

…

"I will fuck you up!" Joe pulled both arms back and blared wide eyed, fangs on either corner, like tall ivory pillars bolstering his crazy smile. Wild and hungry he roared – welcoming the fighting that released us from the fear, from the monotony of life – it was what silently kept us alive.

No. No, this was not it – "You are not the one," – and this was not the smile I was looking for – Clark pushed the bridge of his dark glasses up his nose with his ring finger - and if it is not, then I will just have to kill you. Clark raised his arms, opened both his fists wide high like monsters that had split savage mouths, monsters that had asterisks split across their faces opening with five frightful saliva dripping jaws.

…

La Bizarre Love Pentagon is finally complete, and much like history, upon reaching perfection, the only route left is destruction.

...

I will simply have to kill you.

VIOLENT FIGHTING BEGINS ANEW.