The Colour Purple... The King of Fighters '95
Based on the Characters of The King of Fighters '95 Copyright 1995(C) SNK
Original Fan Fiction Copyright (C) 1995 [ENGEL] Design Room 1995
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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 2016]
Just. What kind of God… What kind of God, would watch? Simply watch…?! …as his children suffered. He be not a God, I say, not one that I would allow to simply rule over me.
[Without consequence.]
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There are no easy days. The only easy second, is simply the one past. Every-single-damn-day.
Though even if that is so, Even if all of us in this walled kingdom have nothing else but suffering, even then, every once in a while, maybe we can free ourselves from the prison of [everyday] because, amidst that every day – sprinkled in between the bloody crevices, are small slivers of words we can't remember. In between these spaces, are moments, that, lay in between each other…
Eiji.
Say this life, can we get it right together?
It is our lives…
EIJI!
Leave it now, there's no [forever].
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Showa Go-Jiu-San (53). Haru. The spring of 1978. In Kusanagi Palace, in New Hong Kong.
Two years before that fateful night in 1980.
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Once you have let me go.
Saying words you can't remember.
Then your LIES.
…
…Will be right at home together.
-[yuki. + saw_freak – Summer Heartbreak]
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"Eiji… EIJI!" The distant voice slowly grew louder and louder until it snapped that glass rod in between God's fingers and pulled the young man up into the light.
It was a calm spring afternoon. A lazy Sunday afternoon. One we were so accustomed to but took for granted. Not so hot, and a little bit cold, it was an easy breeze that jostled the young masked man awake.
"EIJI!" The ninja said again. "Get up. You cannot sleep out in the open. Get back in the barracks if you want to do that. Hurry!" An old, white bearded Captain pulled down on his mask slightly, commanded.
We will be right at home together.
"If Kusanagi sees you, we are dead meat." Another ninja butt in.
"Hey, I know you had a long morning, and you are off duty, but take that inside." A timid but frantic voice spoke rapidly, his tongue almost tripping over itself.
1978.
The young man shuffled his shoulders, not caring about the commotion that shook the world around him. He was more concerned however – about the splinters that seemed to have made their homes in his back as he slumped unconscious on the so very soft tree trunk behind him.
"EIJI! ...are you…"
The young man placed his open palm up in front of him, and put his left pinky into his ear, scooping out the grime that had peacefully accumulated.
URUSAI.
"Shut up." The young man said, waving his right palm. "I heard you the first time."
Our lies.
Will be right at home, together.
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A Sequence of Uneventful Mornings, part 17.
"Did you have a good dream?" One young man with slim rectangular spectacles calmly said without but a single tone of voice as he pushed the bridge of his glasses up his nose.
…
Saying words we can't remember.
Another, soft spoken voice walked up and patted his Captain's shoulder and pulled him back. He smiled under his mask. "Eiji." He said. "Did you have a good dream, friend?" One young man with slim rectangular spectacles calmly said without but a single tone of voice as he pushed the bridge of his glasses up his nose.
Eiji coughed, breaking the hard phlegm in his throat, then he said, "I did. Thank you," Eiji said. "I dreamed… of a woman, a viscous woman…"
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IT WAS ALL BECAUSE OF [YOU], ISN'T IT? These men took with them their torches and eventually – Yamashita was left standing in a dark cold night, unable to move, unable to do anything, and unable to move. Such a weight would remain till the end of her dying days.
EIJI.
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Eiji.
Chapter 83: Sudden [Romance] and [Afternoon]
"Before you interrupted my sweet dream." The young Kusanagi ninja uttered in a bewildering stupor. "I had a sweet dream, and I saw a woman who fought me…"
[As if killing me – meant more to her, than preserving her own life.]
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Can you give that back to me?
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The beam of sunlight was a sharp blade that cut through the air. This sword, in an instant cleaved through over a decade of suffering. Because now, you, Eiji, you… you have… have fulfilled my reason for being! In 1993.
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"Whooo…" His shrill whistle cut the awkward moment. One of the younger boys in the crowd let out a shrill cry across the way. Penetrating the boxes of vegetables at an offside hut. Without another moment, the troupe of ninjas fell silent as five women walked past their field of vision.
Eventhough he willed it, his mouth froze. His entire body petrified, even the men around him made no motion to move when invisible chains drove themselves into their shoulders and imprisoned them. "My. My dear." The fair skinned young boy said again. "I would be dreaming about that instead if I were you, Ei…"
But when he turned his head, there was no one slumped back on that tree trunk he expected. "Eiji…"
He, that young boy, was he 12 or 15? His face draped under a cold cloth mask. It was of no consequence. He looked up to his Captain, and awaiting him was a bitter old man that looked up, and the picture on his face was a frigid, scarred face with mouth open wide. A face so trapped in death, as if a knife had been stabbed into his stomach.
Eiji Kisaragi's body, shoulders cocked back, had now confidently put himself in front of those five Kusanagi women.
The Captain's lower jaw teeter totted at its joints.
"My name is Eiji Kisaragi." He said.
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Out of the five Kusanagi, kimono clad women, the eldest middle aged woman cut in front of Eiji and looked him HARD, cold in the eye. "You." She said. "What do you want?!"
"You."
You.
Eiji. A young ninja, in this fortress that was called Kusanagi. 2 years before that day.
"You." He said again. "What is your name, miss?" Eiji pointed past that old crone, not even caring, not giving a damn past the two decorated beautiful girls, dressed in colourful make up that any of his brothers would have cut their fingers off for. You. Amidst that old hag, and choosing that simple, plain looking girl who stalled to a stop in the middle the gaggle of five women.
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IT WAS ALL BECAUSE OF [YOU], ISN'T IT?
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You. Eiji bowed low with his right forearm over his chest. "What is your name?"
"Who the hell are you!?" The middle aged woman at the lead shouted again, now, the creases on her temples began to fume and revealed the trouble and toil of four decades had imparted on her sour soul.
But Eiji Kisaragi would hear none of it. "Miss. PLEASE! PLEASE! What is your name."
Like a sharp blade, Ejii, without a shred of fear of his dignity, cut through the three giggling girls and that old hag – only to lock his gaze at that one woman. That one woman, amongst that shrieking brightly wonderous, voluptuous girls in front of him – to that one plain silent girl among them. To him, to Eiji, the world was black. It was black and nothing else mattered amidst that bright light.
NOTHING.
The three girls after a moment overcame their petty pride and giggled between themselves with their hands covering faces.
"Did you not hear me? Miss?" Eiji repeated once again. Pulling that one, sole timid girl out from her petrified sisters.
"You crude, crude bastard! Do you KNOW what you're doing?!" The older woman put herself in between the young Girl and the ninja and stuck out her face just inches from Eiji's face. "You bastard! You… You dirty… You peasant!" When she looked up to tear herself fearlessly into him. "Ah." She soon realized, utterly stupefied, she stood as if staring at a statue, that Eiji, like a sharp steel wish, looked right through her. As if she did not exist.
"Miss."
"Someone! HELP! HELP US!" She screamed. "This man is crazy!"
"Augh!" Eiji threw his arms up when he did not hear the answer he expected. Tearing himself from the hard, cold dream a moment past. "God damn it!" He shouted. "God damn it. I do not care."
Eiji swerved his right arm over the old slave woman's shoulder and prying himself past two other girls whom any other man would likely consider even so much more beautiful, put himself in front of the one girl that walked timidly in their center. The girl took one step then two back in fear.
NAMAE WA DOU DEMO II!
"Your name does not matter!" Eiji Kisaragi shouted. His clawed hands wanted to grab that plain, lack luster woman that stood petrified in front of him – he wanted to stab all ten fingers into her shoulders and shake her violently, yet, yet he held back and made his fingertips float in mid air.
I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR NAME! Eiji pulled that one girl from 4 other women and looked her in the eyes, so hard, and so harshly that even if she wished in exchange of her life, she could not break from his gaze and be free. Even if she wished to run, to escape, Eiji's hard stare cut her at the knees and prevented her from escape. All she could do. I only laid eyes upon you for 28 seconds, yet. Even if she wanted to run and scream, the cold twisting motion of her stomach held her in place. Even if the world tore us apart. Her heart beat so feverishly until it stopped COLD. We would be right along forever.
I do not care about your name.
Eiji pulled both arms back, with his left claw he pulled back the mask that covered the top of his head and feverishly with his right hand ripped off the cloth that covered his face, the mask that covered his face – that mask that defined him, that comforted him, he tore it onto a million pieces and now his fully exposed visage looked through the world and onto that one Kusanagi woman.
"My name is Eiji Kisaragi."
"25 years old; single."
"You… Please." Eiji threw his hands forward and grabbed both her hands and put it on his chest. "You." At first sight – I knew, there and then, I would spare no expense to make you.
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The instant I saw [you]. I knew. I would waste no time, and spare no expense to make you…
A love that would span time and tribulation. It would make me blind, but for you – for that woman. I would love no other, than you. A man and a woman.
A pure. AN unadulterated love mortals wished, it. It existed here. Amidst LIES.
'Maybe, this story, would be one – I could see to the end, and this one – would be wonderful.' If I saw it through – to the very end. "YOU! You will…!" A plain girl, who seemed so ugly amidst her decorated peers, but amidst all that, as a bright glow that would carry a man beyond everything. A love – that would bring about the end of the world.
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Showa Go-Jiu-Go (55). Aki. The autumn of 1980. In Kusanagi Palace, [That] night.
I am so old now am I not? The old ninja captain who was about to turn 60 in the winter. I was only 5 years old and witnessed the dawn of the great Showa legacy. A time when things were, simple, and if we did all we could to fulfill our fair share of obligation – we would be guaranteed a peaceful life.
"Captain." A timid voice said to his silver haired leader. A familiar boy now 2 years older, but his mannerisms still did not change. A worried look under his ninja uniform, he looked to the side to an old, bitter, old man whose eyebrows had grown dark gray to match his beard.
He said nothing.
"Captain," the boy repeated again. "Will he… Will Eiji," he asked softly. "Will Eiji come back?"
The response was a shrill blare of a horn that tore into the night. The dozen ninjas behind the old weathered captain swerved to the horizon to see a large fiery blaze dart into the sky.
"The third, and final guard tower, is gone." A stoic and indifferent voice coolly uttered as he pushed his slim rectangular spectacles up his face.
Without another thought, two shadows darted past the captain and rushed out.
"Kill him." A voice said sternly from above the Kusanagi wall. "Kill him! Without regrets!" The 2nd Ninja Master waved his hand across his chest as a salute to his men.
"You." Beneath the master, the old Captain grumbled as he stood to protect the gates of Kusanagi Palace.
The two ninja darted past, in a zig-zag pattern cut through the thick darkness – in an instant their swords caught the light as they hungrily leapt to life. Appearing in the seconds that hid in between twilight as they crossed; Their target was a lone shadow.
You.
A dark shadow that laid in sleep in the quagmire of an abyss. Those tempered steel sword reflected the light. The silvery gleam cut the world and flashed amidst a darkness, a wish that would illuminate the world in an instant. Then. As the white light crossed the horizon like a welcoming beacon of a lighthouse that bade welcome to lost souls, that light swerved by, in slow motion, in seconds that turned to minutes, past the cloudy, glowing eyes of a familiar friend that, on his shoulders, two dead comrades hung in peaceful slumber.
"Eiji." The old captain said flatly. "Eiji Kisaragi."
"Eiji! He is alive!"
"I wished that he would not have returned." The old man said.
"What will you do now, Captain?" The cool spectacled boy asked.
"We have to kill him. Is that not right?" The young timid boy spastically stammered. "Did not Kusanagi say we have to…"
"A." Was all their captain could say, from six decades of hardened indifference, from 60 years of fearless folly, this was all he could say when he saw a slight glow and glimmer, as his concrete resolve suddenly broke, he took a step back. "Are you?"
The two advancing ninjas leapt up two seconds in pace from each other – left and right with swords drawn on command. "YA-RE! Kill him!" The 2nd Ninja Master commanded on top of that cold hard wall.
"We…" As best as he tried to hide it under his mask, his eyes bled sour and salty tears. "Eiji… Eiji-san…" He sobbed.
You've come back to us. You've come to TEST US. To TRY US. Have you not?
From the view up in the sky, downwards, their twin blades reflected the light and exposed from its murky depths, two eyes that lethargically looked up.
THIS IS. Truly. THIS IS THE END OF THE WORLD. In 1980, an autumn that was to be the end of the world in Kusanagi Palace.
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Do-ke! "BEGONE!" The spectre, a dark God of death who carried two bodies on his shoulders groaned with a deep, empty, otherworldy BOOM. "SHI-NE!" You are powerless against HAKAI. Kore ga Hakai!
HAKAI.
The WILL of ULTIMATE DESTRUCTION.
A five sided patterned star cleaved the air in a split second, and its wake the two attacking ninjas' bodies exploded into a burst of crimson, their short lived appendages and inner organs flew into opposite directions.
"RUUUAAARRGGGGAAAAAAAA! HURAGGHHHHH!"
Your lies. Bleeding and bitter. It. It will… Will bring us together.
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