The Colour Purple Chapter 62: Chemistry, 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]

ORIGINAL CHAPTER.

As if to mimic a graceful ballerina's movements, the bespectacled genius, 3 shifted his weight backwards and turned round completely over and around 1's cross counter – and in response as quickly as it began, before the clouds of earthly dust could settle back into the Earth below, it was revealed to the world that the back of 3's four knuckles nestled themselves peacefully into their new home into 1's right temple.

Petrified in fright and utter astonishment, 1's shoulders tensed. Still in disbelief, he was unable to withdraw his cross counter, and in mid-air it remained in a place where he was sure to have made contact into his enemy's face.

1's face mouthed silent words, an exclamation that couldn't even make it past the knot in his heart for he was still in utter stupor. He was sure, he was certain that he would hit and his fist would connect and finally wipe that smug smirk from 3's face once and for all. However, in the same way he had attacked the old man Eiji, he was defeated again.

"What are you going to do now, brother?" 3's nonchalant, monotone voice served to insult him even further as both of them held their tracks with their arms outstretched in place. 1 rolled his eyes to the extremities of his right without moving his stunned torso, still refusing to believe that, if this picture was taken in full speed, he would be on the ground again.

"I… I can block it." 1 replied.

"I do not know about that, 1." 3 was quick to cut him short, his gaze peeking over his vertically placed thumb. "Do you know what is so different from Eiji's broadsword attack from the boxing of a monkey? When boxing," he wandered off in lecture, "When boxing, you only turn your body, at most 90 degrees. The left jab at blinding speed, only to stop to a screeching halt, then retract, and at the same time the power cross from the right would attack as you withdrew your left to bring it back to your cheek. Over and over back and forth, but that is only utilizing a fourth the range of motion of a normal man."

A fourth. 1 slowly understood where 3 was going with his incessant rambling. A fourth. With that much momentum, p, defined as mass x (times) velocity, there was only so much speed, and thus power a body could produce with such limited movement. Just like an automobile that would accelerate to speed but immediately stop seconds later at the red stop light – as the body quickly moved to attack and defend, accel and brake – back and forth, again and again. In exchange for this simplicity and efficacy, this was the limit of conventional boxing. There was a pre-defined cap on the force that can be delivered by this type of punch, and just like that automobile, so much wasted energy would be expended as a result. And, this 25% pre-defined cap was all 80% of the world could train to effectively block.

HOWEVER, what if, what if a body were to be able to twist and spin entirely around. Instead of 90 degrees, what if a backfist punch could, if unhindered and connect, rotate a man's body an entire 360 degrees to deliver an attack.

Ninety… to three hundred and sixty… F…Fo…Four…

"Four times." 1 replied unconsciously.

"Yes, even neglecting the influence of acceleration aside, at least FOUR times the destructive power. At a certain velocity, if Eiji was able to turn his body completely around he could send a blow four or more times more vicious, and four times more lethal than a conventional punch." 3 declared!

At four times the energy, you will be UNABLE to block. Even if you did, that backfist would have ROCKED through your palm, and the aftershock into your temple would have laid you on the ground.

If executed cleanly, it is quite clear, this is an UNBLOCKABLE technique.

…

…and there I was, in that peaceful and calm forest clearing – but when I thought no one would pity me – familiar voices would reassure me. That bright light that once blinded me would grow dim slowly and put my heart at ease as long as I heard their familiar tones.

A moment in time taken out of context, a TIME that took us away from the daily trials and tribulations – and the taxing curses that was daily life we wanted to be free from.

While everyone in the world was blindly and selfishly – spending so much money and compromised their integrity and honour, so wanting to desperately stay alive, to defy God's rules, there are those who wanted to simply be free, and die peacefully. However, not everyone was granted this luxurious piece of [luxury]. Oh as I have name – Eiji Kisaragi – I am now but an old and tired man.

I simply wanted to DIE like the rest of you – and tearfully, be freed from this [horror].

"Eiji." Mikaido, his long departed comrade said. "You do not have to take this burden on your own. If…" IF – Mikaido reassured his friend. "If you are tired, just stand down and rest."

…and not one of us would look upon you with disdain nor disappointment.

Another man, a solid, hard, square shouldered, familiar man would say with a hard to come by smile that warmed the heart and put everyone at ease despite his overbearing stature. "It is okay, we gave our lives – all of us, fifty and hundred men strong, sacrificed our lives to you – expecting nothing in return. "It was not your fault." Masao said.

WE SACRIFICED OUR LIVES, SO YOU MAY LIVE.

To be surrounded with wonderful friends, friends who supported you to the end, how fortunate I was – so much that I could not stop myself and be driven to the edge of tears.

…and this noble gift was done; without arrogance and without a thought to a vanity.

…

"Unblockable?!" 1 scoffed tensing and curling back his fingers into the palm of 3's right fist. "No, I do not have to block. I'll just…" PARRY! 1 pulled his right cross back into his shoulder and what almost seemed like cheating – wedged his right hand, between his right temple and 3's blow. However, just one step ahead by design, 3's backfist opened and wrapped four fingers around 1's wrist and pulled it straight DOWN.

The expression on 3's face didn't change and he simply dragged 1's right hand - right fist downwards much how a crocodile, with its merciless jaw would pull its prey into a dark abyss.

"I will counter just like thi…"

1's proud glee was cut short when he realized that his answer – a quick right parry to the side of his vision once again hit empty air as 3's spectacled face was nowhere to be found. Instead 3 was behind 1, and all four knuckles stopped millimeters from the back of 1's skull.

"It does not matter." 3 reassured his senior. Before 1 could even relish the joy he once thought the perfect answer, his enemy was already gone and had moved on. Now 3 was behind 1, and was an instant from delivering a likely fatal blow with a rising left hook to the lower part of 1's brain. Just where the spinal cord connects to the brain, the cerebellum; "You are chasing a ghost at this point, brother." The cruel crocodile had already spun and dragged him down.

Once the pendulum is set into motion, the human reaction time would be far too slow. Eiji would have already spun his entire body one and a half times, 540 degrees, and in that fluid motion, without stopping, recycling that energy, he would have been able to deliver at least, now, 6 times the force into the back of your head.

1's gnashing molars served to further swallow that painfully stale saliva down his throat as he realized the longer he kept this going on, staring at the darkness that kept on trapping him in a void, the deeper he would sink into despair and sure defeat. That centuries old ancient fanged reptile would drag him down into the abyss below where light dared not venture – the more the boy struggled, the more fatigued he became until he could not breathe any longer.

"The longer you try to defy your fate, 1, and by the time you realize your folly, you would already be spiraling into a darkness you would be unable to surface from. By that time – YOU WILL BE DEAD, my friend."

…and as you lay on the floor paralyzed or departed, you will simply look upon your unmoving body from high above and wonder just where in life you went wrong.

…

Chapter 62: CHEMISTRY: a Sequence of Uneventful Mornings part 8

A S.U.M. of. 8

So many years ago – and by now, I had forgotten just how long. During that time, when you and I, Eiji Kisaragi, were younger, it seemed like you and I were trapped, captivated in spiraling turmoil. When we looked back, at those days wherein our worlds you and I were about to crumble. However, looking back it now, it seemed so very petty and so very sublime. We, as a lost and lonely… yet angry girl past her teenage prime and a wounded middle aged man who were so lost – but now, as I look back… What we thought were matters of life and death that controlled our lives, back then – looking back at it now, those fleeting memories looked so very inconsequential.

Those insignificant days wherein we deluded ourselves that we need not be responsible for the consequences of our own selfish actions. However in the end…

…and I, just at the cusp of when a lady begins to even doubt her worth – before she knew it, she was a fleeting 23 years of age. What year was it? As I recall, it was the year this motion picture "The Return of the Jedi" was released in the United States, it was the year the Soviet Union declared its boycott of the Los Angeles summer Olympics, and it was the year that Japan released what seemed like a petty, infantile a device called the Nintendo Family Computer.

However, to me, despite the world trying its best to plant milestones within its tracks to slow the inevitable flow of time – to me it was all the same. This day, this year was the same as the rest and as I stood in this tree with my right hand balancing my body effortlessly, I once again asked myself… I asked HIM - Hajime Yagami, in your eternal wisdom.

Yamashita all of 23 years old, asked…

"Why must you subject me to this, Hajime Yagami? …and Yoshiki Kusanagi?!"

However in the end, we would destroy our own lives from the result of our own actions.

This PAIN.

Bound by these mortal coils – does it PLEASE you so much to subject a lonely girl and a dying man to suffer such unbearable sorrow?

Without fail, every day at 11 AM just before the sun reached its apex, without fail, a blind and deaf boy who had forgotten everything and had failed to notice he was now 30 years old emerged from that small house and knelt in front of that small table. On that table, was a picture of his wife, and for no more and no less than an hour would kneel obediently.

…and so he would stay there and I would watch him. Eventhough I knew he would kneel motionlessly as he stared at that sweet smiling framed picture - I could not break away, because I was part of it too. Occasionally Eiji would lean forward and with both hands down in the Earth to support his upper body, however just before his forehead would hit the ground Eiji curled his fingers inwards, his fingernails would shovel and collect the dirt into his palms. Believing he would somehow squeeze so hard that the soil would bleed in his hands – Eiji Kisaragi, as I watched, clenched his jaw to prevent a dry scream from escaping his mouth.

Unbeknownst to that man, I simply, invisibly observed him silently from up high so high, but even higher was that picture of a beautiful woman, a most beautiful woman he treasured whom gazed upon both of us even higher as she arrogantly sat perched in heaven and watched us both - when we remained in this sickening, absolutely repulsive, God damned Earth.

Leaving us…

…just to SUFFER.

When the stroke of noon hit us, each and every day Eiji put out a small, short trays on top of the table outside the door of his humble house in that peaceful forest clearing. On it, for as long as I could remember he decorated it with dishes and enough meat and vegetables he had traded for a day ago that was enough to feed two people. As if nothing was amiss, his vision gazed outwards and saw amongst another full bowl and a welcoming array of brightly coloured dishes, a sweet image in front of him. Eiji smiled with his porcelain bowl filled with rice on his left hand and with wooden chopsticks in his right hand, he heartily shoveled rice into the mouth and pretended, to the best of his life, he pretended - as [if] tomorrow would never come. As if [tomorrow] would never come visit and knock on this old man's door. It would refuse to take him away. Because, he refused to leave unsung, without absolving himself from a warrior's greatest sin.

…and what was the greatest punishment a warrior would be forced to endure?

The ultimate truth…

"This tastes good." Eiji would say as he smiled defiantly. "…Kaori, my dear."

Chemistry.

So very good. It tastes… It tastes so…

CHEMISTRY.

…so good. He covered his contorting face in his forearms so no one would see.

Those words, so hard to bear, when I heard them I would place my clawed right hand over my trembling heart.

"It…" This man's voice, I committed that voice into my short mortal memory.

Eiji would bring the clump of rice to his mouth, but at the last moment he stopped as his right hand trembled uncontrollably. He simply sat there, and when he could no longer calm his trembling arms, he folded his hands and set the rice bowl in front of him and crossed his wrists.

Without but a small voice Eiji hunched his upper body down into the table and nested his face into his arms. "I am sorry…" he whimpered. "I am so, so sorry, Kaori." When he cried, when he thought no one was watching.

Why should I care? Why should it even matter? However even when I was so detached from it all, a woman who was selfishly robbed of her youth – gazing from the eaves of these trees, I, a noble ninja captain looked down at this beaten and broken man from up so high – I could not help but mimic the flow of warm tears that rushed down this proud boy's face.

Watching from the sky – I sometimes wonder if [G_O_D], like ME, was a kind man who cried as his children suffered and his tears manifested as rain that touched everyone – all, without thought to prejudice, or, was he a despicable being that laughed and that cackle echoed as roaring thunder and bright lightning. What kind of man was God?

"I AM SO SORRY." For this intertwined chemistry, a man and a woman's voice resonated at the same time. In that forest clearing that stood still – in time.

How despicable. Hajime Yagami and Yoshiki Kusanagi. In your infinite wisdom, is there some reason, some purpose you ordered me to plainly, silently watch as a brave, strong man crumble and break? Just as little boys would watch trapped spiders suffer and die in a glass killing jar, why must you subject me to witness a once arrogant, proud and noble man KILL himself and die ever so slowly?

…

Present day – and – present time.

Yamashita clenched her teeth, and in a simultaneous fashion the rigid sinews on her stomach curled and twisted together as she pulled her face backwards to dodge yet committed her entire body to swing her right fist in an uppercut to once and for all END Eiji Kisaragi.

When. "When did this become a death match, 3?" 6 shouted. "We have to stop this."

"You fooking Ninjas! What the FUCK are ya doing?" Billy clenched his fist.

In reply 3 just grinned with a fang-toothed gleam. "Often times, big brother," he muttered. "What is visible to the naked eye, is so misleading... Who are we to judge the road these two walked before we were even so much as born?"

These lovers are now in a world of their own choosing now. To us, what started with a simple training exercise had suddenly evolved into something much deeper. THIS.

This is something we cannot hope to understand unless we walk their shoes. Our beloved captain, and Eiji are now fighting a WAR, from so much as a fire that was lit a decade ago, one so much as [we] CAN NEVER HOPE TO UNDERSTAND. Yes.

"Yes," 3 said. "They've lost themselves in a place so very long forgotten…"

We can not hope to understand even if we tried.

Time had regressed 10 years in an instant, and we are not privilege to understand IT.

{Eiji.} A cold, echoing, long departed voice with a soft yet firm called out with arm outstretched. {It was not your fault.} Masao said. That we died. You do not have to become [invincible] – and live [FOREVER] for our sake, my friend… Please, let it go…

{To ABSOLVE MYSELF from sin.} Yamashita pleaded with a sorrowful feeling as she unleashed an uppercut attack where there would be no return. I know, and everyone who reads our story knows, that [I] was the cause of your pain. It has become my responsibility to atone for my actions. So… with this punch, {I release you from your duty, Eiji.}

FROM MY ORIGINAL SIN – I RELEASE YOU! FROM YOUR OBLIGATION.

EIJI KISARAGIIIIIII!

To Eiji it was no different from all those YEARS his body could not forget – for he bore this painful duty alone – with no release. This burden. {Do not walk this road, lest you regret. Your shoulders, weak and female, I would not lay it on that unready,} a gentleman reassured.

…

Behind this all – was the unbearable WEIGHT when an old man carries the burden of almost 4 decades forgotten by youth. I will make it ALL disappear.

"Saa, owari ni shiyou yo!" Eiji now grew tired and weary, LET US FINISH THIS he called, YOU; the disciple of my friend, Masao. Eiji jabbed his left leg just half an inch forward in an instant. Just a moment when Yamashita was certain that Eiji's nose would KISS hers.

"Saa, otonashiku," Just be quiet, Eiji commanded, and let me FINISH THIS. In 1984.

The ZERO SHIKI, the ZERO STYLE had one more ability. [Zero Shiki] to iu no wa, mou hitotsu no tsukaikata ga aru de gozaimasu.

Accept your FATE with dignity, Ninja Captain Yamashita.

"Yes," 3 said. "They have lost themselves in a place so very long forgotten…"

When teenage lovers met eye to eye, compared to this, it would be so inconsequential. When two people meet at [a] perfect moment, this chemistry is something an estranged wayward heart could not comprehend.

Where love and hate – hope and regret limited by mortality, meet at a slit bloody line.

…a line that was drawn on the mortal arena of the ground by the tips of Eiji's toes as he took a half inch step forward.

"Captain and Eiji are in a different place now – and we are helpless and cannot help but just be subject to watch as all these cruelties unfold." They are fighting a war deeper than present comprehension.

"A!" Yamashita gawked, her stunned face painted a picture to be seen now that her visage was uncovered by a mask that had flown by the wayside. Just before the four knuckles upon her right fist crossed her vision, her pupils dilated and the clear, clean focus grew muddy and milky. Ants that crawled between her legs looked up only to witness a vast plain of nothing.

Kieta!

Eiji had disappeared. He was gone. ZERO SHIKI to iu no wa, the ZERO STYLE, mou hitotsu no tsukaikata ga arimau, had another purpose.

As I realized… in that memory – what do you see – and how does it differ from reality? In her warm memory was the tearful [place] that they shared for moments at a time. In that place – and frozen clearly and perfectly. 10 years ago.