The Colour Purple Chapter 81: Strength!, a king of fighters fanfic

The Colour Purple... The King of Fighters '95

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 2016]

[Had I been much STRONGER.]

[Had I been a little bit FASTER.]

[Had I not WAVERED…]

[If not for HIM. Perhaps… You would STILL be alive.] "I will devote my ENTIRE life… To you." For-even mired in hatred, you give my life meaning. Her mouth trembled so much, dripping with angst she could not help but bite her lip under her mask as she spoke.

I now exist, ONLY to destroy you.

Chapter 81: Strength!

Maybe I... A small girl's hands trembled when her fingertips ripped into her palms. The blood that dripped between her fingers were inconsequential as she was numb, and beyond the chains of mortal pain.

Oh – and you.

When was the last time you looked up to the sky and felt that the world was about to end, all this time why must this sensation come between strength and weakness, wishes and regret… and… between a man and a woman. Never forget – the last time you felt this way.

Destroy all your enemies , my friend. [Judas 2:18].

A Sequence of Uneventful Mornings, part 15.

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A crowd of purple clad bodies hunched in the corner with their backs turned to her.

As she practiced again, over and over and over and over again, Yamashita folded her left arm across her body and gripped the hilt of her sword from her right shoulder and pulled it free. Then, with her right arm by her right hip, Yamashita grabbed the handle of the short 12" fighting blade that hung upside down in the Dundee rig across her lower back. When she did, red crimson blood misted the front of her eyes.

About one, no, two dozen bodies stood in front of her, back turned. With a sharp pull Yamashita drew her weapons out and twisted her body to the left as far as it would go as she ran at full speed.

The reflection from the twin steel blades illuminated the darkness behind her as she raced with breakneck speed. This was where she belonged. In this place – her footsteps peppered the ground. FIGHTING with absolutely no END!

After so long. Yamashita gnashed her molars over each other under her mask that threatened to grind themselves until they would be nothing but bloody nubs.

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The sound that pierced our ears was a rancid sound, it cut into our flesh and made us numb until all that was left was a soft hum. Shreeeeeeeeeee… So painful that we could not even hear ourselves think – during that time. Perhaps, this distinct moment, was a moment that would define the days for the rest of our lives? Nothing would be more expensive.

If given a chance… would you?

"If I give [it] to you," Rugal asked, sitting on his throne in Black Noah, a dark balloon that watched above us, driven by swirling propellers, mingling with the angels in heaven. Rugal grinned. "Would you kneel and call me GOD?" The gleam from his shiny white teeth slowly faded into the dark. To do what you cannot, to defy fate, and to overcome mortal death, isn't this is WHY you cast aside your pride in front of a celestial being? Is it not?

WE are ALL connected. We are all [characters], and, which one, are [you]?

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Shreeeeeeeiiiii… click.

After so long… you came back, my master. [Are you?]

Are you? Are you testing me?

Is this. Is THIS your final test? For near a decade of pain. Amidst all that.

Will you TRY us? Will you TEST us?

And now, you've come back to [FIGHT] us?

All those afternoons, those late evenings and even the wee slivers of daybreak… when you came to me arrogantly… Despite all your petty talk of bravery and loyalty, you one day walked away and left me; you defected to the enemy. You left Yagami and joined Kusanagi. WHY! WHY!?

Was everything, everything you taught me, [wrong]? Captain Masao!?

{You've come back – haven't you?} To TEST me?! Yamashita curled all ten fingers around the handles of her twin blades, now drawn. SO hard she was about to snap them in half.

"Master…" Yamashita grit her teeth and continued to run forward towards the defenseless backs of her comrades that stood huddled there. Her mouth tasted sour and salty.

MINAGOROSHII! Wholesale slaughter. I. WILL. MASSACRE YOU ALL!

If you dare test me. Then, I will reply… The fleshy edges of Ninja Captain Yamashita's mouth tore open wide sending her mind off the sharp cliff of sanity.

WAS EVERYTHING. WAS EVERYTING YOU SAID, WRONG?! My Captain, oh my Captain.

Even if you make the entire world your enemy. Yamashita gnashed her teeth that ripped and cracked. She. I. {EVEN IF YOU MAKE AN ENEMY OF THE ENTIRE WORLD…}

"MASAO TAICHO!"

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I. I will still… "I will still stand by your side."

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She swung her sword down with her left hand, only to be met by steel blocking the attack when it was about to cut open the back of that one man's neck in front of her.

KILL EVERYONE. UNTIL. NO ONE, NO ONE IS LEFT.

A shadow dashed up, spun around and violently pushed his subordinate's head down to the ground. The Yagami captain Makoto swung his sword up and blocked her sword to the side.

Yamashita's parried sword ran down Makoto's blade like it was on rails and dug deep into the ground. At the end of its journey, the butt of Makoto's sword faced up in front of Yamashita's chin, protecting his body and prevented Yamashita from taking a second strike.

"Captain Yamashita…" Captain Masao said with both hands on his drawn sword.

Yamashita's breathing was now frantic and heavy. Wordless and instantaneous, with wild, bloodshot eyes she twisted her body around, let her left hand go of her sword and rushed at the man with her other weapon to continue her strike, but, just as the tip of her weapon spanned two feet in the air, it stopped in mid flight. Yamashita looked up and in an instant, her eyes grew wide and her strength was sapped from her as her shoulders grew limp. The crimson rage was gone and the bloody colours slowly seeped to the edges of her eyes.

Yamashita's right hand let go of the blade in her hand. She relaxed her right hand and her blade stuck tip first into the ground.

"Yamashita Taicho." Captain Yamashita. Makoto repeated.

Why?

"Why," She whispered softly to herself; "Why, must we keep this mask over our faces?" She said quietly so no one could hear her.

Captain Yamashita.

The men around her, cautiously and carefully took two steps back, unknowing and unsure of what may come next, they pulled back in a wide circle.

"He left me no choice, Yamashita." Makoto continued, still unwilling to relax and pointed the tip of his sword at Yamashita's back.

Without another word Yamashita took one, two and three steps forward. Soon the two dozen ninjas who took yet another step back fearfully, their bodies became blurry, when her vision grew moist and chaotic she could no longer see and their silhouettes, became gray sketches in a plain white night. Until eventually, the plain white world was only left for two lost people. The night so cold, no one even noticed flakes of beautiful snow fall from the sky.

Both you, and I. We. We made a wish a long time ago.

Had… Had I been stronger.

The air was so cold, our bodies could not feel anything. The mist had crystalized into wonderful icy feathers and slowly but surely began to collect on our shoulders and around our feet. Yet, I know, we had grown so accustomed to these things, that we did not even notice the world envelope us and trap us in its icy grasp. This night that snowed for just a few minutes, a short instant – reflecting this lonely woman's heart.

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Destroy your enemy – and know him by name. For you cannot walk forward until.

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If given a chance… would you?

"Would you call me GOD?"

[We], we stumbled in the dark. Looking for a glimpse of light. Fighting. For a glimpse of light.

Maybe.

As a reply, the world had become enveloped in black and white – just for an instant – Yamashita's shoulders slumped down and finally, she cursed everything – for everything – and nothing – nothing would matter anymore. Because. That question would remain unanswered.

Just maybe… you…

As quickly as it began, the snowfall stopped. As quickly as it started the frosted speckles has already begun to melt as she remained motionless.

The meaning was [fighting].

…for a glimpse of light.

{And that light…} under her mask, Yamashita bit her lip, she drove her teeth down so hard so the pain could somehow cloud her mind and overpower that other feeling that slowly, purposely overcame, and flooded her entire being. Non-essential bodily functions, ceased. She could no longer hear, her extremities became numb and then, the taste of her mouth that was once bitter and rancid was now clear.

Yet her eyes were stoic, stern, and indifferent. Uncaring and cruel.

Our faces hidden and lonely. My master. We hide [it] from the world. We wear masks.

We were fighting for a glimpse of light.

"Hey Yamashita, are you liste…" the sounds become blurry and eventually grew silent. The only thing she could hear was static – a hard, roaring deafening – painfully white static scream. Like two iron spikes were driven into her ears, crucifying her brain.

I was fighting for just a glimpse of light… and that small, pitiful, insignificant light…

In front of her was now a cold body of a man she knew well, and from its lifeless husk were two dozen wooden arrows sticking out, each wound pouring red blood into the ground.

..and had I had not held back...

And that light… "My Captain." A woman of 20 years old cried.

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"It was you."

A MADNESS, and an insanity. SCREAMING so loud until I could no longer function in the world so white. Did you come back here to test me!? What were you trying to say?! Refusing to move. Refusing to cry out. Refusing to scream Yamashita's brows crunched tight into her forehead, hidden by that now soiled and wet mask.

MINAGOROSHII!

I WILL NOT STOP. UNTIL I MASSACRE ALL OF YOU, YOU GOD DAMN FUCKING MONSTERS!

You… who stole this from me. Stole this happiness, that, she grit her teeth into a bloody mess. Stole – the happiness that was reserved for each, and... and every, human being.

…and unbeknownst to her, and to all the others who simply stood and watched – floating in the sky, watching – those twinkling points, like stars that studded the Earth from viewed from up above, that same shadow spanned over them. A dark balloon – in 1980 – watched over them even though no one paid notice.

A dark black fortress floated above the sky, its shadow swept over their dreams.

The world is a happy, bright, and wonderful place.

A dark black fortress floated above the sky, its shadow swept over their dreams.

In 1980 – in Yagami palace. This country was called New Hong Kong. NHK. And here, in this place, was where I became a [monster] too.

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The white world slowly and casually bled with colours from the edges of her vision. The green grass like pastel watercolour bleached the world, then brown, pink, and red… then the clear blue sky. Yamashita's pupils dilated and returned to focus as she stared down at her enemy's lifeless body in front of her. One memory was replaced with another. In 1993.

{I had seen this scene before.} A 20 year old girl thought, in 1980.

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.

{I have seen this scene before,} Yamashita thought.

Eiji's motionless body laid in front of them.

Her mind that was drowning in a deafening red scream, a wail and cry so loud it had become a shrill white noise soon become a mechanical, singular tone like the one that seeped from the television screen at 3 am in the morning.

To punctuate Billy's thoughts, Yamashita wordless, stood over Eiji's unconscious body.

a Sequence of Uneventful Mornings part 15

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

This is so awkward, and this sucks.

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In 1993.

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