The Colour Purple Chapter 66: The Nihilist, 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.

PAIN and MISERY.

Eiji's body - his arms were stretched forward and his legs were splayed open helpless - spasmed erratically. His fist trembled in angst, grabbing clumps of soil, squeezing so hard they wanted to extract red blood from the Earth. The old man was totally immobile now, at the last moment his legs had failed him and he laid belly down on the ground, now mortified and unable to move. The faint glow of the yellow blood that erupted from his legs had bleached his mask. …and as he lay there, the wretched, wretched God looked down at what was left of the broken, old man – the dirt, the grime and his sweat soiled his face - and he felt the very same feeling as he did 10 years ago when the streaming hot, foul-tasting, burning tears ran down his face and he felt nothing else but utter helplessness and weakness as he cradled his dead wife in his hands.

"K'SO!" SHIT! "GOD DAMN IT. NO! NO!" Eiji wailed, slamming his fist into the ground in defiance. NO, NO, NO!

Martyrs offer the absolute control of their lives and gift it to a higher power. Agnostics, torn in sorrow, release their indifferent faith from the divine. Atheists make an active effort to disprove the wonders of heavenly notions. However, there are a few who feel something else – wretched and destroyed, these people had one day decided to DEVOTE every fiber of their entire being to DESTROY a GOD that had stooped so low as to not merely forsake them, but even further, this GOD committed himself to subject his children to unending and repeated suffering.

Perhaps this is what could be referred to as 'Nihilism'. …an unreasonable, and uncontrollable impulse, to DESTROY.

…and this forged Eiji Kisaragi. A man who devoted his ENTIRE being to destroy a God who did not just sit idle, but who went out of his way to make him SUFFER. SUFFER!

After all he had gone through, after all the horrible memories that ran through his mind like barbed wire, tearing everything in its bloody path as it pulled through his veins; he REFUSED to accept this ending. "Move. Ugoke, UGOKE'tte'KURE!" He commanded his legs. He stretched out both arms onto the ground, desperately trying to drag his body forward pitifully. Eiji placed both palms onto the ground and tried to hoist his upper body up only to have them wobble and his face fall down into the dirty soil once again. The tips of his bloody fingers drove themselves once again into the ground, unwilling to give up even at the expense of his dignity. Not now, NOT yet – after all this time. I cannot lose to that face!

If I lose now, then it means I was WRONG. I AM NOT WRONG, he gnashed his teeth.

The once arrogant and proud Eiji Kisaragi was now broken and crawled on his belly like a disfigured worm that had been stomped on by a merciless god.

Just like how that God had actively punished him, and given him a life of utter misery and pain, that once young boy, was an old man now, would retaliate and defy God. Eiji pulled his body forward not wanting to give up and refused to accept the weakness that was gifted to him by his old and tired body.

"She…" 3 mumbled still unbelieving. "Captain won."

Despite Yamashita's commands to have her breathing slow, her heart beat so feverishly it felt as if it would shatter from the stress and come oozing out of her mouth. Her dead left arm fell limp by her side and it took all her facilities to command her petrified, outstretched right cross to stop trembling and to unbend at the elbow so it could relax as she lowered it.

In an instant, their roles had reversed and Yamashita was now the predator. The female Yagami captain relaxed her back and to follow suit, her posture naturally slumped, making her face loom down, casting a dark shadow over her eyes as she made her slow way towards the fallen Eiji. Like a crocodile, cold and merciless, she took slow and purposeful steps towards the paralyzed doe in front of her with all its four legs broken. That wounded animal could do nothing but squirm on the ground – to escape or to even fight – either option was now futile as the rancid, seething death approached. She was immune and deaf to Eiji's vile curses and screams of denial - all she could feel was the pitch black, dark and silent feeling when the voices grew quiet after an eternity of piercing wails.

It was the [quiet] from a lifetime of waiting.

"NO! NO, YOU HEAR ME, YAMASHITA!" Eiji shouted once again. "I can. I can still…" He drove his arms into the ground only for them to fail again from exhaustion. "I am not giving up to YOU!" NO! NOT TO YOU! "NEVER to YOU!" He screamed again at her legs that walked calmly towards him.

6's brows curled and jumbled up like the rest of his brothers when he looked to the side embarrassingly and put his hand over his mask. "Kakkowarui…" This is very lame.

"This is really awkward." 4 followed suit.

The sentences in Yamashita's blank thoughts were punctuated by Eiji's hoarse breathing as he came back into life. The yellow blood flowed from both his knees and covered the ground under them a golden hue of yellow.

Yamashita now, tilted her skull and pulled her shoulders back. She sucked in air to replenish the life she had lost from being submerged underwater for five minutes past. Then finally she exhaled to end the panic in her mind that was at the wits end of a nervous breakdown.

With about a half dozen steps, she spanned the distance and her toes were now inches from Eiji's defenseless face. With his belly down Eiji barely had enough energy to twist his torso to the side and look up at the captain eye to eye. The cross snarl in his visage was still defiant and was unwilling to accept defeat.

Yamashita lowered her body and knelt on one knee, ignoring the shards of rocks that littered the ground and tore like needlepoints into her flesh. She looked down condescendingly at her opponent that squirmed under her. "NO!" Eiji shouted. "No, not yet… DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

Her reply was her limp left palm on top of Eiji's head, pushing it down into the soft soil with her entire weight into the dirty disgusting Earth, Eiji was now just like a cow soon to be slaughtered. "Yamashita!" Eiji roared, his lips defiantly carving a small crevice into the ground. "KAORI!" He called out to the soul of his love.

"Eiji… Eiji Kisaragi." Yamashita said calmly with sorrowful and weak eyes. "Otonashiku…" She pulled her right hand up over her head slowly like a cleaver just catching the glint of sunlight. Please. Just shut up… She lifted her right fist up… please… "Neterou!"

OTONASHIKU… NETEROU!

…and be quiet.

Yamashita piledrove her right fist with the every last ounce of her strength into Eiji's temple. The thunderclap folded the white, immaculate paper-thin world and once again, silence was all that was left for all of us – [here].

…and then… I remember… the darkness caressed, and touched everyone who watched.

Chapter 66: The Nihilist

A S.U.M. of. 12. It's never gonna be alright.

Billy could not see past their masks that covered their faces, but it was fairly obvious to see from the glazed looks in their eyes that all six of those pajama-wearing dandies were stunned speechless. Unwilling and unable to move, they simply stood there and let the silence drag on for what seemed like minutes even when Yamashita stood up, held her limp left arm by the elbow with her right hand just silently stared at Eiji's unconscious body beneath her.

{Why isn't she saying anything?} Billy thought. {Why aren't any of these faggots doing anything?} Was she admiring her work? Did she pass out while standing? Is she regretting something? {Agh, no way! Is the old man god damn motherfucking DEAD?! Hey hey, no way.}

It was increasingly becoming awkward and uncomfortable. {Hey, say something! Cheer, show some concern, scream, or just trash talk the old man. I don't care. Say 'fuck you'! Say anything.} Billy turned his head to the side and waiting for him was the glasses wearing one staring back at him with droned out half slit eyes; 3's wide eyed surprise had reverted to his calm 'feel nothing' deadpan. Billy shrugged his face to the side and pulled back repeatedly like he was pulling a fishing line with his teeth. He cleared his throat and pointed at Eiji with his puckered lips. "DosomethingCOUGHassCOUGHhole.." Billy feigned a cough on the sly.

3 crossed his arms and looked back at his captain silently, doing nothing.

{EIIGH!?} Billy screamed as loud as he could think. {Don't you fucking ignore me you fucking four eyes!} His eyes bulged out and he shook his fist secretly in his pocket.

Billy turned 180 degrees the other direction and caught sight of the younger one, 6.

"h e y." Billy whispered.

6's shoulders were tense, a mix of uneasiness and embarrassment made him as stiff as a board. Not knowing what to do with his hands, 6 just let them float mid height and turned his face very slowly, almost mechanically, towards Billy while the rest of his body remained petrified. With eyes reduced to pinpoints and mouth agape under his mask, like a deer looking at headlights, his face met Billy's.

Billy opened his right hand around waist height in a 'karate chop' fashion and with his left finger, curled in and out like a crawling cartoon worm, pointing forward at Yamashita. His right hand did very little but to further cause 6 discomfort at the very obtuse and overt excuse for discreet concealment. The quagmire in the air grew even more viscous and unnerving. Who did this yellow haired brute think he was? A high school girl? 6 pretended not to see and as robotic as he did before, he turned back at his captain with glazed eyes that, if they were fifteen-foot poles, firmly rooted themselves back into Yamashita's backside.

{HEEEEEEEKK!} Billy's face was beyond furious, so much that he wanted to just gouge his own eyeballs and claw his face until it was reduced to a streaking, shredded, bloody mess. Billy didn't want to make the first move, moreso he didn't want to get even within 5 feet of that crude, bat-shit crazy bitch of a Ninja Captain. {Oh God, here I am with six pussies that won't do anything - please, make the sky fall on her, something… anything. Oh Jesus fuc…}

"Excuse me, I brought something to drink." A sweet, completely unexpected voice broke the cold silence.

"WAGHH!" Billy jumped out of this overalls and fright and turned around.

"Oh this is good. Just in time," 1 said to the young slave girl who had rolled a small cart of refreshments to them, and Billy was otherwise so preoccupied he did not even notice.

"I was hoping you liked some ice coffee, it is so hot out here and all of you were working so hard." She said with her closed fist over her face with a shy and demure manner it further muffled her already timid voice.

"Oh this is FANTASTIC!" 6 roared.

The atmosphere had completely changed, and suddenly the life and death gloom and doom seconds before had now transformed into a bubbling soiree; The girl didn't know how to compose herself being the center of attention of six young boys, and simply giggled.

"HEY WHAT THE HELL, ASSHOLES!" Billy cussed. "Just a few seconds ago you all had your thumbs up your asses – don't you pretend nothing's happening, you freaks!"

"Do you have a problem, Mr. Kane?" 1 turned his nose up after pulling the bottom part of his mask down just as he finished long cold gulp.

"AGH! So now you got something to say, what ever happened a whi…"

"Mister Billy…"

Billy caught off guard once again turned to face the girl who held a tall cup and saucer with both hands holding it up to him.

"Ah… uhm." Completely losing his train of thought, his entire brain shut off just to parse the convoluted scene that appeared before him. He took the cup in his hands and for some reason having a cup and saucer while standing up was so awkward for him, his mind was wiped clean. "Uhm… Thank you Oh-Joe."

"I know you do not like coffee. Would you like ice milk tea instead? It is a local specialty." She said with a face that for some reason could do nothing but smile so brightly today.

"Oh-Joe?" 1 repeated. "Is that your name? Do you have a name?"

"Master Eiji gave me that name, sir." She beamed proudly, cocking her head cutely to the side and grabbed her apron with both hands.

"What does it mean?" 6 asked, tilting his head to one side in confusion as he continued to sip the cold iced coffee up a straw, through a hidden slit in his mask.

What was it with these freaks? Can't they just take off their fricking masks and drink (or walk through doors) like normal human beings? "I think it means 'princess'." Billy answered aloofly while raising his milk tea up to his lips, pretending he did not care.

"You mean OJYOU?" 3 matched Billy pretend aristocratic snob tone as good as anyone could. "The correct word would be 'O-Hime'. But I suppose Ojyou would be more natural, and a foreigner like you would not know the difference anyways."

"HEY! I didn't fookin come up with it, okay!?" Billy said, stopping his sip.

"Oh that is really a cute name, Ojyou." 4 cut in and slung his arms over 2 and 5's shoulder, those two who remained silent all morning. He didn't even realize that he had put his face just inches from Ojyou's nose from his excitement.

"Hey are you listening to me?!" Billy shouted louder.

"Thank you," Ojyou replied absolutely genuinely once again with her hand on her glowing cheek. It was obvious at this point that no other emotion other than glee could come from her and she sincerely would not grow tired of hearing her new name being repeated out loud. "Here have some more ice coffee please." She returned 4's enthusiasm totally comfortable with his face so innocently near hers.

"Ahhh… This is great. It is so wonderful to be young, and this is how girls should be. Yes yes." 4 nodded and patted himself on the back. "Angry, super moody tough girls are no good at all. No no!" He exclaimed.

4 was so engrossed with his own monologue that he didn't know if it had been quiet the entire time or if it was only just now that all the five other ninjas just stopped, grew stone cold silent and looked at him blankly. All emotion was now suddenly drained from their faces.

All except for 3, ofcourse, who always looked that way, day or night. "4," 3 pointed over 4's shoulder. "Someone wants to talk to you."

"Huh?" 4's big grin couldn't even be concealed by his mask because it overflowed up his face and reflected in his gleaming eyes. However, that once euphoric look IMMEDIATELY fell into a dark purple pitfall of unending despair, for when he looked around what met him just half a head shorter was his Captain, Yamashita, who said nothing but had wild burning eyes that visually disemboweled him as he stood and instantly, had emotionally cut him at the knees.

"Even after the beating from Eiji, you look fine." Yamashita snarled more ruthless than any gangster on the television. Her face was bruised and bloody but still utterly firm and cold. "Why not go see the water, and run five miles?"

"Yy…yy..ye..yes, Captain." 4 stuttered uncontrollably. His hands were in knots as he desperately tried to lay his cup of ice cubes down in front of Ojyou. His legs stumbled over each other and he ran as quickly as he could, almost as if he was being chased by a wild lion, tripping over himself, scampering on all fours before finally having enough composure to stand up, jog, arms pumping as fast as he could.

"How are you Captain?" 1 asked. "Do you need help back to the house?"

"I am fine. I do not need your help." Yamashita replied flatly.

Yamashita turned back in front of her after dismissing 1, and waiting for her was the small girl who offered her a warm cup of tea with both hands. "Would you like some tea instead of coffee, uhm…" she stammered. "Madam… uhm…"

"Madam." 2 said his first word of the day.

Ojyou looked over her shoulder for help but when there was none to be found she turned back at the ninja captain and simply looked at her for some cue, keeping the slightly steaming cup close to her chest. "Uhm..," she said again.

The captain, too tired to do no more just stared blankly at the slave, Ojyou. For what seemed like an eternity Yamashita relaxed her back and held her limp left arm with her right and continued to feel no awkward notion as she continued to hang the silence up above everyone's heads. It was so silent even her disheartening exhale sounded so painfully loud.

"Uhm… Madam… Uhm…" Ojyou said yet again like a broken record.

"Taichyou de ii…" You can call me Captain, Yamashita grunted at a loss, and refusing to play this ruse for a moment longer.

"Captain…?" Ojyou…

"Yamashita." She could bear it no longer and firmly grabbed the cup and plucked it from Ojyou's hands who had unconsciously kept the prize close to her body until she could get a satisfactory answer.

"Ya.. Yamashita, Tai… Taichyou." Ojyou finally broke wiggling her now empty fingers in the air, totally surprised.

Yamashita, who wanted to cut the meager attempt at conversation end it all and just closed her eyes. She put that teacup over the concealed slit on her mask but stopped a moment as she took a whiff. It was enough to made her stop and open her eyes once more then look back at the unassuming girl that crossed one arm over the other on her thighs embarrassed.

It was a familiar and welcome fragrance that took Yamashita by surprise. The boys did not notice it but there was a small teapot that was only made for one among the array of chilled glasses for everyone else.

"Do you like it, Captain… uhm…" Ojyou…

"Yamashita." 6 took a step forward towards the slave girl. "Just call the Captain, 'Captain'."

Ojyou looked to the side at 6 then back to Yamashita. After a moment of silence she said, "Do you not like your name?" She said absolutely perplexed, eventhough she probably did not know what the English word 'probably' meant.

Yamashita jerked her head back slightly and unconsciously.

"Kuuki yomenai no ka?" 6 slapped his hand over his forehead. Ojyou really could not read between the lines.

"Betsuni." Yamashita snarled. She did not really give a damn either way. "I chose the name arbitrarily."

Ojyou looked over at 3 now with a weak smile.

"That means that it was inconseque…" 3 stopped, "That means she did not care when she chose her name."

"That is no good!" Ojyou said.

"Why not give her a nickname instead!?" 6 threw his hands up in defeat.

"That is a good idea!" Ojyou replied in glee, clapping her hands with such unbridled excitement she could hardly contain the explosion in her face.

"What?" 1 uttered out loud, plucked from his lazy thought.

"What... No... wait…" 6 cut in.

"How about…" Ojyou held her breath, so excited she was about to burst at the seams.

"Ojyou-san!" 6…

"YAM-CHAN!" Ojyou yelled in glee, now totally enthralled in unchained rapture.

3 scratched his nose under the bridge of his glasses, pretending not to hear.

What occurred next was hard to describe. The look on Yamshita's face was one not so different from a distinct expression had she been gutted with a dull knife while still awake. Her eyes that floated above her mask grew wide and stunned. Her pupils wiggled in a white pool so unbelievably bewildered she had no idea how to react. …and while those words echoed repeatedly in her mind her mouth dare not repeat it. She did not know if she wanted to laugh or to scream and glared at the girl who might as well have committed the gravest of sins from a point of no return. Even when the captain glared at her with burning fury, she made no reaction other than that gleaming look of pride that almost made Yamashita topple over. When that insinuated no reaction Yamashita looked over her but instead transferred her wild RAGE over to 6. "6.. SIX!" She screamed.

"I.. Gomen na… I am so sorry… GOMEN NASAI. I am sorry Captain!" 6 screamed apologetically. No further instruction was needed and by that time 6 was already breaking a cold sweat as he commanded his body into a full sprint to race after his comrade, 4, rushing into the water was a far less painful alternative that dealing with the monster now.

"Captain… Yam-chan?" Ojyou repeated absent-mindedly.

"Please do not…" Yamashita pinched the bridge of her nose, "Do not EVER call me that, Slave." Yamashita still refused to refer to Ojyou by her Eiji given nickname.

Ojyou puckered her lips in frustration. Still, even now she did not realize that in any other circumstance, she would have been digging herself out of an 8 foot grave. Ojyou not wanting to give up from her task put her right index finger over her lips, making her cheeks balloon in deep thought.

Before anyone could stop her she said again… "You like tea." Ojyou said. "How about 'Yamcha'? It means 'drink tea' to the locals." She said. "Yamcha." Ojyou repeated proudly.

2 and 5 said nothing, but before they could cover the cloth over their mouths to stop their uncontrollable laughter, Yamashita was already looking at them, daring them to make a move. In another moment, the two ninja boys who had stayed silent for the past 11 chapters made a slow pace to chase after the morning sun in a hearty jog towards the sea they had not bargained for after what was already a long morning of training.

…

"I never knew you as a gambler, Captain." 3 said, offering a towel. "Or was that faith?"

"That was not faith, boy." Yamashita answered very sternly. "…and I will need more than a towel very soon."

Ah yes, faith is left for God. The absolute confidence in knowing that you cannot fail - that was probably something more. "We will get you another, but the doctor will have to take care of the rest, ma'am."

By the wayside, 1 folded his arms over each other and looked outwards at that warm mirrorball up in the plain blue sky that reflected a single wish into a million different shards. No one else could see the expression he hid from everyone else, but mayhaps that was [the] reason [they] wore masks every waking moment without fail. This is why ninjas wore masks. 1 grabbed 3 by his elbow and pulled him back. "It seems unfair if we do not put in our fair share." 1 invited.

"I refuse," 3 replied plainly.

"Time for a run, 3."

"Did you not clean your ears this morning, I said I do not want to." 3 said matter of factly, pulling back and trying his best not to tumble over as his senior, 1, dragged him forward to match his slow jogging pace. "Just shut up. Come on."

"Did you not hear me, 1?"

"I heard you, and I do not care, 3." 1 said as he pulled his comrade by the elbow past him and pushed him forward. "Run. Just RUN, already."

As the last of the 2 ninjas departed silence once again lingered in the air for Ninja Captain Yamashita, Billy Kane, and the perplexed Yagami Slave Girl, Ojyou.

Billy put his hands in the pockets of his overalls and looked around. It took a moment for it to arrive, but when it did his eyes grew wide in shock. "Agh." He said. {You sons of bitches!}

Trapped in his wailing thoughts, Billy looked over Yamashita's shoulders and realized finally that the six endearing faggots had left him all alone with Eiji's dead body. He turned his face to Ojyou who was still lost in deep thought and then to that bitch Yamashita who stood unmoving.

{Oh, please, you got to be kidding me.} Billy churned the raspy thoughts in his brain. {So awkward…} Gritting his jaw by his molars, Billy took a step forward but just that instant stopped in his tracks. Billy looked once again at Eiji and without the luxury of a mask to call his own, Billy grinned evilly – however, just a moment after the bright sneer dimmed into a frown.

'Serves you right, you old fuck!' was what Billy wanted to say when he stood high and proud over Eiji's now cold body. To make up for all the times that the old man gazed at him condescendingly, Billy cast his long shadow and towered over Eiji with great power. However, even as much as he wanted to sneer, despise and loathe the old man, for some unknown reason the curling feeling in the bottom of his stomach gave a different feeling. Eventhough you thought yourself so GREAT, Eiji. Here you are now, with your face to the ground, wallowing in utter defeat. "You lost, old man. To her." Billy whispered.

Even though Billy thought he should have felt a sweet feeling of retribution, just this one warm morning, he felt something else. For Billy knew how it felt too… The feeling of defeat, Billy even though he wanted to – could not, without guilt, feel this arrogance towards Eiji without guilt nor pity.

As much as he hated the crass old asshole, as a man, Billy, in the end, could not, without apprehension, wish such a horrible end overcome a fellow man. Because I know how it feels to be utterly defeated, despite it all – our unchained dreams. "Old man…" Billy said.

To punctuate his thoughts, Yamashita wordless, walked past Billy and stood over Eiji.

a Sequence of Uneventful Mornings part 12

His answer; Billy took two steps forward to then find himself quietly standing shoulder-to-shoulder, alone, with the Ninja Captain. With no words exchanged between the two to break the hateful silence between these two people, just this moment, this painful silence would linger a bit more.

This is so awkward, and this sucks.