The Colour Purple Chapter 47: mon cher ami, 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]

MEN fight because they are arrogant.

MEN fight because they are ignorant.

MEN fight for their amusement.

…but… when you one day encounter a man who was so desperate, so determined to win, THOSE feelings he once held would change, transform and became something else. It suddenly reached a precise point where it was no longer about THEMSELVES. To overcome those boundaries, he felt the need to touch a place so much farther, a place so much higher.

{We were once strangers – but if God was willing, our eyes would meet this once – and we would be strangers no longer, but instead… we would be lovers, instead.}

Robert swung his left hand, somehow, fearlessly, up to the sky – and then, that sudden thunderclap…

Four soft fingers reached out. Beyond the intricacies of when a man talked to a woman with hypocrisy – beyond all that, there was a clear, pure, unadulterated feeling when a man wanted to REACH something and love something, more than he loved himself.

…

King's eyes grew wide in shock, the picture on her face reflected the warm feeling in her gut that suddenly erupted into a wonderful sensation of colours – she felt that numbing spasm right from the back of her neck, below her belly, and it made even the tips of her toes curl. Four fingers touched her cheek passionately. In this shonen story.

…

…she felt that numbing spasm right from the back of her neck, in her belly, and it made even the tips of her toes curl. Four fingers touched her [face], passionately.

I wonder if there are other :y8irls in this world who would be granted the warm privilege of meeting a man who LOVED them, even more than they loved themselves?

A buzz, and jingle. A familiar tone broke that girl from her deep slumber. The warm sun that radiated from her windows bade her wake for 5 hours now, but it was a familiar ringing that finally pried her eyes open. King swiveled her body, letting out a low groan and hit the top of her alarm clock with the palm of her hand. She did it once, twice then three times. Finally, still groggy and incoherent she wrapped all her fingers over, choking that clock and threw it forcefully to the other side of her bedroom. Yet still that ringing tone kept berating her. It was an hour too soon before her time today. 12:01. A bit of colour came back on her cheeks as she realized – it was the doorbell. "Shit," she said out loud. "I was having a wonderful dream."

…

King crept up to a stand and made her way to the door of her now illuminated bedroom. When the doorknob turned and her once impenetrable fortress cracked open she walked into the darkness of her kingdom. The room opened itself and let the world in.

…

Without a sound King opened the front door of L'Amor, all the while keeping her eyes tight and slit when she gazed outwards to the outside world. Without a sound…

"Good morning." A black haired man smiled at her. His right arm was bound in a tight cast and lay flat on his chest. "Good morning, ma'am." He bowed slightly.

King pried her look from Robert's right arm and looked up painfully, since it was not yet her time today. An hour too soon, King looked up from her dream and locked eyes with the boy Robert. Her lips refused to part, and in her twisted frustration, she let her eyes do the talking instead. What are you doing here? I told you to go AWAY.

"Uhm, good morning…" a tiny girl's voice caught King's attention, breaking her stare from Robert's eyes like shattering glass, and gazing downwards she fixed her look onto a small girl who stared back at her, smiling a twisted grin not sure what to do.

"Ohayou gozaimasu, King-san…" she said ever so respectfully.

"BOW when you say that," Robert appended, clawing his free left hand on top behind Yuri's head, pushing her body forward in a bow. "Yuri!"

"King-san..," Yuri said softly, now bowing low. "Arigatou gozaimashita!" Thank you, she said sincerely.

King stepped back, one foot shifting behind the other unconsciously. "Uhm."

"Robert-niichan (big brother) told me," the baby Yuri said, "That Robert-niichan couldn't find me without your help." Thank you – for – saving me.

"Uh… ah…" King, somewhat stunned and flabbergasted, couldn't help but shuffle her head lightly to return the bow.

"King-san!" Yuri leapt up. "Please, BE MY FRIEND!" she screamed.

"Ah…"

"Thank you, King-san." Robert appended Yuri's scream sincerely. "Thank…"

…

King held her tracks and amused Robert and her young friend for a little bit more as she tried to regain her composure. "So, you don't look too beat up, were you able to sneak her out without a fight?" She asked.

"Well, actually," Robert shuffled his feet and grinned sheepishly with his one good hand scratching the back of his head in embarrassment… "We DID, but…"

…

"Ow... ow…" Robert bit his lip to keep himself from screaming out loud when the pain radiated from his butt and up his spine. The warehouse was truly peculiar. It was easy enough for them to climb up a wooden crate from the outside and slip into a window, but the drop from the window to the ground on the interior of the structure was much higher than the outside. He didn't expect the ground level inside to be so much different from the exterior. Without his right hand to steady him he easily lost his balance and crumpled onto the ground. "H… help me Ryo!" Robert called out harshly yet as silently as he could, snarling the command from the back of his throat.

His plea came to deaf ears, as Ryo was too preoccupied, on bent knees, hugging his sister, Yuri strongly and warmly with his arms. "Onii-chan! Onnich..." Yuri blurted out in tears, but Ryo gently covered her mouth with the palm of his hand.

"Shhh." He instructed.

"Ryoooo.. Ryo! Help a brother out here." Robert continued to beg silently.

"Didn't you HEAR me!" Ryo said.

{Actually I didn't,} Robert slouched down at the terrible habit, {You've been silent all night.} His forehead crumpled like an accordion and limply fell to surrender.

"My name, is RYOSUKE!"

Yuri leapt her on her tippy toes and covered her big brother's mouth with both of her wee hands. "Shh! Oni-chan. They'll hear us." Yuri's eyes widened, her brows cocked inwards seriously now, with utter importance and grave purpose.

…

While Robert, like most macho men of his age and stature fancied themselves invulnerable and without peer, his body (and ego) did just have a night to remember with a King just 24 hours or so ago. He realized in hindsight that it was impossible for him to pull his body back up that window in his condition, and especially with only his sole non-dominant arm.

So, as Ryo decided so matter of factly, and of course…

"Didn't you hear me the first time?!" Robert recalled him say – this joke was getting far too old. "We simply WALK out the front door." Ryo said.

OK so that was fine. Holding Yuri by the hand and keeping her close, Robert silently put his body against the wall as he silently walked down the dark hallways, praying that no stray sound or creaking floorboard would give their position away.

After minutes that seemed to feel like hours of holding his breath, Robert and Yuri finally caught glimpse of the front door without incident. "Thank our lucky stars!" Yuri proclaimed cutely.

"Yeah!" Robert agreed. "Ryo-chan, let's get out of…"

Robert looked over his shoulder. A sharp, shrill pain ran up his spine, a cloak of dread overcame him, and covered his entire being in paralyzing fear. Ryo was gone! Robert took two steps back, looked far and let his vision expand. Yet there were no clues. Robert didn't know what to do, he didn't know what happened. Did Ryo get lost? They were so close and only a few more moments separated them from freedom but now his friend was nowhere to be seen. Did Ryo get captured? Did he fall into a trap?!

"Yuri…" Robert whispered. "I have to go back for your brother." He put his hand over her shoulder to steady her and with a firm gaze pulled her vision close so the only thing she could see was his own stern face. "I want you to slowly open that door, and run as FAST as you can. Find a gas station and call your Da… your Master."

Yuri, to Robert's surprise, didn't retaliate, falter nor resist. Instead her eyelids peeled wide open in pale faced fright. She looked over Robert's shoulder with a lone finger stretched pointing far.

Robert's head turned round slowly, so slow each vertebrae creaked and it seemed like his head was about to twist completely around in an impossible angle, but what was IMPOSSIBLE was the sight he saw at the end of Yuri's pointing finger. Robert's jaw came unhinged in shock and fell clattering to the ground.

…

Ryo couldn't stop his shoulders, his arms and his bleeding fists from trembling violently – uncontrollably. His fingertips ripping angrily into the soft flesh in his palm, he could no longer tame the raging beast that was savagely trying to rip out from its cage – the veins on Ryo's temple was about to rupture and paint the world a bright crimson – a monster was about ready to tear through and escape the captivity of Ryo's mortal body.

Just a little more… the MONSTER snarled and roared. The beast hurtled its entire body at the concrete wall – that concrete wall that was logic and composure. The unchained, wild animal cared not for its own body and continued to hurl its flesh, head first into that wall, leaving splatterings and trails of blood on impact. Even when the wall defied him, its one-track mind ignored pain, for it had NO MORE MEANING here.

It picked itself up from the ground and walked backwards on all fours... one last time it ran, full bore and it didn't even care - it drove itself uncaringly into the wall.

Ryo's shadow covered the bald headed Mr. Big face. Ryo stood trembling uncontrollably when he finally gazed down at the man who took his sister, asleep in drunken stupor alone in his wooden chair, in front of a poker table littered with garbage. Big's head tilted back in an uncomfortable position, and Ryo simply loomed over him upsidedown, looking at that man he hated the most from high above.

"How dare you…" Ryo finally broke the silence, his canines piercing the meaty sides of his lips. "How dare you do this to my family."

"Ry... Ryo!" Robert called out in a muffled roar. He didn't know if he should keep silent or to scream.

"Didn't you HEAR me? Wake UP! Okirou, teme!" Ryo commanded.

Robert bit his lip and didn't know what else to do, this was all too preposterous – and perhaps, it was the most logical when dealing with Ryo. He should have known and never let Ryo away from his sight.

"WAKE UP! YOU BASTARD. OKIROU TEMEYAROU!" RYO ROARED AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS.

Mr. Big's eyes finally darted open in horror when the shockwave penetrated his body. His hands moved on instinct. He erupted into action despite being in a drunken stupor, and now in his right hand was a short ebony Escrima stick that hurled itself sideways directly, and embedding itself into Ryo's temple.

"RYO!" Robert…

In a sudden moment, even when Big was not completely in control of his senses, his muscle memory repeated an action he practiced hundreds of thousands of times before. His weapon found its target reliably and the impact echoed throughout the hollow warehouse with such a frightening crack, even Robert couldn't hear his own teeth clatter as his jaw tensed. Big realized immediately that he chose wrongly.

It was enough force to turn Ryo's brain to mush – and while Robert always mused if a brain even existed within Ryo's thick skull - what unfolded soon after was equally mind blowing.

Totally unfazed by Big's attack – an attack that would have toppled any other man instantly and rendered them mentally crippled, Ryo simply powered forward, he slowly pushed his head to match the impact of the blow and forced his torso to break that barrier. Ryo drove his left foot down into the ground, twisted it by its ankles, and in its wake, a shockwave of his own exploded from his hips. The energy propelled itself down his thighs, increasing and doubling, quadrupling in strength the further down it made its way. Past his knees, shins, ankles and then when finally when it left his body it ripped into the ground, the concrete underfoot crumbled into itself before jutting up into jagged chunks that seemed like they were hungry maws, ready to consume Ryo's feet.

Big realized that in that split second, even if he practiced that movement again and again, and that it was infallible, and unstoppable – even if he had met other men, and all of them were NO match for him. He was slow to judge, yet quick to realize, he made the wrong choice.

As an ally of justice, he would say, with a glowing belt that radiated the darkness, if you dared threaten my FAMILY. That you DARE hurt a young baby girl.

Then, therefore, you MUST be evil.

…AND if you are EVIL – then, you MUST…

"W…w…wait…" Big forced his racing mind to connect to his mouth. He put his other hand up in surrender. This was the only thing he could think of even though he was sure, or maybe, because he knew, that his attack would have been able to stop a charging bull.

Yet, he now knew, it would not be enough, however, to stop a MONSTER.

"YOU MUST BE PUNISHED!" Ryo screamed until his voice broke, throat twisted and turned silent. A passion so very loud, it made the world silent for him.

The wild monster propelled its body fearlessly, its feet thundering like roaring pistons, and even when it could feel its skull crack and collapse into itself, it didn't stop until he knew that the concrete wall of logic and calm peace shattered and crumbled in like manner.

Ryo twisted his left ankle to its limits then, deaf to Big's pleas, unleashed a penetrating right cross that embedded themselves directly into Big's face. The force, as powerful as a speeding railway train drove in the evil man's nose until it couldn't move any further back into his head. The wooden legs of the chair he slept on broke at the joints and Big's body fell downwards. It was not enough. Ryo continued to propel his fist further, deeper, he heaved his entire body downwards and focused his entire weight behind his four knuckles.

Ryo didn't stop until his arm was fully extended and Big now disgustingly disfigured, bloody, his pulsating head had driven itself into the crushed concrete like a cowardly ostrich.

…

"Yeah…" Robert shrugged, grinning sheepishly as he recounted the story.

"Oh... great." King huffed. She supposed, that things never change.

"I…" Robert said. "I still want to…"

"I haven't changed my mind," King reminded Robert; she thrust her gaze up viciously upwards to meet his. "I don't want you to work for me, you understand?"

"No, sorry," Robert cut King short. "Yuri told me herself, she and I want to work here, to repay you…"

"Forget it… Go away, you piece of sh…" King caught herself short, looking down at Yuri once again.

"King-san." Yuri cut in. "I don't have enough money to pay you back, but…" but let me repay you my own way. "Let me repay you…"

"I don't hire children, here." King said calmly to the baby girl. "Go home."

King looked side wards, pulled her body back behind the protection of that shield in front of her and slowly put her hand to the door.

"WAIT!" Yuri called out before King could turn away. Yuri put both hands on the door keeping it from closing shut. "My dadd..y…" Yuri began but caught herself mid sentence. "No, Master told me. That ALL debts have to be repaid!" She reminded King. "Master told me…" she appended her proclamation softly now, "Master told me, that, with yard work, with homework, work is so much more fun…" she, "if you do it with FRIENDS!, King-san."

The tension on that wooden door slowly eased, and King let herself look back down at Yuri… Facing that sunrise. A picture she had not seen in a very long time.

Thank you.

Robert held his arms out and without any other ulterior motive in his mind, he held a box out to King. It was a clear, plastic, plexiglass shoebox that held a sincere feeling inside. Its corners held by stainless steel screws, folded purposely at its edges.

I have a yellow car – I can do ANYTHING.

King couldn't think past the feeling that dwelled deep inside. She couldn't think beyond the feeling of four fingers that HATED something else more than it LOVED themselves. She pulled her arms back and she looked down. In that transparent plexiglass box, was a pair of golden shoes. Golden, radiating shoes tucking them closely to her heart.

{When you threw my shoes back at me in that garbage, you accidentally,} Robert grinned, {you accidentally threw one of your shoes as well.} He thought, and she heard – he put King's one lone tattered shoe in front of her.

My dad got it done. "It's a custom made, Cole-Haan shoe made just for you, from the original bench in Chicago, 30 years before its time…" May these golden tinted shoes shine, and CARRY YOU – when you are ready once again… but until then…

While men…

MEN fight because they are arrogant.

MEN fight because they are ignorant.

MEN fight for their amusement.

King couldn't help but take that box from Robert's hands, her face flabbergasted and torn asunder. She pulled it close, she held it near and dear to her heart. She could no longer look away when she gazed downwards then shifted upwards. Robert smiled.

Will these shoes. These golden shoes that radiated amidst the darkness.

Will these – lead me to my wish – maybe they will plant my footsteps, ground me firmly here, before one day when you ask me – that question?

A clear and plain box, that held a golden feeling, she would hold, close to her own.

…

It was just another day, but maybe this once, a day could be unlike any other… King made her way up the stairs and perhaps would be able to capture that one last hour of sleep that was stolen from her by Robert and Yuri. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her white polo shirt, pried her fingers under her undergarments and scratched her right butt cheek.

Putting her other hand on the doorknob, King slowly closed the door behind her. The last bit of light defiantly tried to hold on, but was inevitably crushed into lifeless inexistence. Leaving the world behind, the world that touched her chest – once again her fortress protected her, kept her warm, and bid her welcome to a kingdom that was not so familiar anymore.

…

With a click King's bedroom door closed. But. Just a few seconds, a few moments afterwards it opened once again. King, in her usual ritual made her way down the steps. By the sink, behind her bar was a dirty coffee cup still unwashed from the night prior. The cup lay on top of a cheap 'compact disc'. A 50 cent disc, that could now be bought from any convenience store, and was just as equally useful for adorning her now 5 US dollar cappuccino as it did operating her 50 US dollar CD player.

On the side was yesterday's newspaper. We couldn't make out the day, nor the month because it was partially covered by a used napkin, but the year was clear for you and I to see. The year was 1994.

Chapter 47: mon cher ami

un monde uniquement destiné à deux – and the end-

-good morning at 12:01 PM-

King rubbed her eyes violently to loosen the crusted grime that had collected at the sides of her eyes. Her timid eyes that had just seen a reminder – of a wonderful dream. King stopped her tracks. She took a step back and immediately buttoned up her shirt before quickly turning her head left and right, expecting a familiar intruder.

However, now, however…

The black leather couch on the ground floor was now neat and proper, but it was cold, unloved and empty. She remembered. Something that was once found, something that she wanted to hide, she remembered something that was no longer there.

She didn't say that boy's name out loud. Instead she let her vision gaze widely, at her wonderful kingdom. Just like it had been. 10 years ago.

Before… she looked up from the shining bartop in front of those familiar things.

Before that boy, and he was no longer there to torment her, came barging through those doors… and changed my kingdom forever. I don't need you. I don't…

…

"I don't need you." King rested her tired forehead on her curled fists.

…