The Colour Purple Chapter 84: Men, 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 2016]

"Have you…?" She began, but, bit her tongue. Do you know how it even feels? "Have you… have you ever fallen in love before?"

Chapter 84: Men

I do not care about your name.

"My brother Captain, I will ask you this, only once…" Captain Miura said in his torn, gruff, weathered voice to the man behind him. "Will you stand with me? Or…" He said. "Or instead, will you defy me? That…" That. "That I ask."

"Captain, Captain Miura." The man stammered.

"For I." Miura continued. "For the entire 8th brigade, and I, am about to bring about…"

The END of the world.

…

For over 50 years, I had been loyal to my convictions and the rules my generation abode by without question; And in doing so, I had continued to walk thoughtless – thinking – that the world would grant me peace in return. However. Before I knew it, time had passed me by, and I am an old, betrayed, man now.

I have seen emperors crowned, princes be born, and peasants die in vain. I have seen the joy of simple men and the torment of everyday. But. There is one thing I wish to see before I am forgotten… I wish.

"I wish I could see a beautiful wedding."

…

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." Back then, a boy who was of no consequence.

"25 years old; single." When I first laid eyes upon you.

"You… Please, become my wife." Eiji threw his hands forward, grabbed both her hands and put it on his chest. "Marry me." Eiji declared proudly. "YOU! MARRY ME. Right here; and Right now!"

"A!" The plain and ordinary, kimono clad girl stammered, wide eyes and mouth agape. Her throat grew dry and her entire face had erupted, like rising lava, the crimson hue bubbled up slowly, and turned into a bright red from her neck up to the corners of her ears. Amidst, right here, in Kusanagi Palace, was the story of the ordinary lives – of extraordinary people. In New Hong Kong. In 1978. Her voice, trapped in time, could utter not another word.

…

The instant I saw [you]. I knew. I would waste no time, and spare no expense to make you…

…and this, this boy would never grow tired of repeating. Even as decades passed.

…

This was – the start - of the end of the world.

…

Showa Go-Jiu-Go (The 55th Year of the era of Showa). Aki. The autumn of 1980. In Kusanagi Palace, After flames...

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; If we were obedient and did all we could to fulfill our fair share of obligation – they said we would be guaranteed a peaceful life.

"Kill him." The Ninja Master from high above him called sternly from above the Kusanagi wall.

"Wait, NO! STOP!" The 60 year old ninja captain known as 'Miura' screamed with his open right hand clawed out wide.

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 lonely shadow who slowly marched up to the gates of Kusanagi palace with two dead bodies, one on each shoulder.

The old man's words were for naught, and the two young men had already committed in their stride – one then two seconds from each other, their bodies leapt up in the air. The first one drew his sword, and only moments behind, his companion drew his own blade.

Their target was that cold golem, a dark burnt orange golem continued to walk in a slow pace, one step after the other – with two lifeless bodies on his shoulders.

The steel weapons caught the light and as they reflected our passion, the gleam only illuminated Eiji Kisaragi's undead body for a very instant. Yet he continued to walk, onwards, through a quagmire of regret and forever.

"Kakugo!" One ninja screamed.

Prepare yourself!

"Kisaragi!" The other trailed behind, his sword following his comrade.

…

I wish that Eiji would not have returned.

Captain?

Because if he did. We would have to... Miura cried silently. We have to kill him.

A Sequence of Uneventful Mornings, part 18.

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"Repent! You traitor! Eiji Kisaragi!" The straight edged ninja sword placed itself just millimeters from the left side of Eiji's neck.

"Haaaghhh…" A warm orange yellow fog seethed past the edges of Eiji Kisaragi's lips.

Violent fighting…

VIOLENT FIGHTING IS HERE AGAIN.

HAAARRGGHHH!

The ringing sound in our ears immediately grew silent.

Do-ke! "BEGONE!"

The back of Eiji's cold right fight slammed like a hammer into the first boy's inner elbow, pushing it back with all his might, and disrupting the line of attack, just enough for an instant. Eiji tucked his body tight, ducked his head and thrust forward. The swinging sword simply flew harmlessly over him. Continuing his momentum Kisaragi parried the sword strike and rolled his left arm crossed behind his right to grab the blade hilt on his right shoulder, and in one swift stroke his left hand launched that sword free from its sheath on his back.

Eiji's right block floated in front of his body, and as it passed, his left arm now stretched wide and erect to his side. A splatter of red blood littered the soil and as an echo, a hand cleanly cleaved at the wrist still held a sword and bounced on the ground.

Violent fighting.

The first body while still in mid flight, crumpled over and tumbled to one side, exposing his comrade who was still intent on delivering the killing blow to chop Eiji's head clean of his shoulders.

Mikaido, Eiji's friend's dead body hit the dirty soil to his rancid disdain.

As if smooth sweet poetry, Eiji's right hand transitioned from defense to offense, it continued its arc down to and around the outside his left elbow in smooth tactical fashion, his right hand found its place on his left hip in one smooth motion to his second short fighting blade, now holding a sword, sliced upwards in a quick succession. At the end of its journey, his right handed sword swayed to the side and now, both arms were up in a V.

Masa's dead body hit the ground with a thump – a sound that rung in the spectre's ears and made his stomach curl in a sickening way.

"Agh.. a…." His second enemy stammered when the look of confusion on his face was immediately replaced with a cold horror. His right arm was now a bloody stump, cut cleanly at the elbow. – The synapses in his brain darted to his right hand, but, to his dismay, there was nothing there to respond to his command.

Masa's body hit the ground in front of him. Both of Eiji's arms were up in a V as he knelt, and in calm fashion he slowly took to a stand and continued to walk forward.

Thump! A bloody stump, half an arm cut just at the elbow hit the ground. A second hand, disemboweled from its body hit the ground while still clutching his weapon.

That red rain. A bloody red rain drenched his cold dead mask made further illuminate the glow of Eiji Kusanagi's crimson mask.

"You… YOU BASTARD!"

"DEATH. DEATH TO TRAITORS!" The frantic screams were replaced with a firm call to battle. Even with their limbs were amputated, rightly so disarmed. With a noble sense of duty or perhaps fleeting folly both ninjas bit down to overcome the pain and reached for their tanto knives with their remaining left hands.

"No! Please!" The old captain Miura begged and screamed.

"LONG LIVE KUSANAGI! A FREEDOM FROM PAIN!" The ninjas screamed.

"No! WAIT!"

VIOLENT FIGHTING IS HERE TO STAY!

"Hagghhhhh."

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.]

"A!" the young boy behind Miura pleaded, now. "No... No wait… Please…"

The WILL of ULTIMATE DESTRUCTION.

Two swords, without mercy illuminated the dark. 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.

Here. in A Sequence of Uneventful Mornings, my friend.

…

1978.

"YOU! MARRY ME. Right here; and Right now!"

Before Eiji could utter another word, a dirty brown sack covered his head – the cords wrapped tight like a garrote around his neck. Two feet SLAMMED into the back of his knees, forcing the boy's knees to the ground. Two arms then curled around his own and pulled him back as he stumbled forward and dragged him back.

"A!" Eiji screamed in the darkness.

"Shut up, just shut up Eiji!" A familiar voice feverishly said, stumbling over himself as he dragged his comrade back, Eiji's heels plowing across the ground.

"You will be lucky if you are not killed by tonight, my friend," the spectacled ninja followed.

"SHOKEI! Execution. He is to be killed NOW!" The older woman said.

"Please madam." Miura put himself between the women and his subordinates who continued to drag the flailing Eiji backwards against his will. "The boy has been up all night, and all this morning, he is drunk. Please. Please, he does not mean what he says, madam."

"What. Miura! I am perfectly sober. Stop! STOP!" Eiji said in muffled voice.

"Shut up Eiji-san!"

"He is drunk, madam, please, please forgive him and, please, I implore you, do not tell Kusanagi any of this."

"Captain Miura. Leave! Just leave now," was her reply.

"As you wish." Miura answered, tucking his right arm over his stomach and in the next instant a swirling dust was the only remnant that left a clue of his being. The old captain had disappeared, and so too were the half dozen boys. It was as if nothing had happened.

"Sister." The young girl said. "Please wait, he..."

"Forget it." The older lady cut her liege off. "Let us go."

"Yes sister."

The three other girls pouted their lips but in a moment looked at each other with giggling eyes and chuckled. "Ah… so hot," one girl said, pulling the collar of her kimono in and out violently. "Is it just me, or is it getting hot here?" She smiled.

Violent fighting, was always here.

"Yeah, yeah?"

…and here alone, to stay. Through cold November rain. Setting fire and fanning flames.

"I wish an idiot would propose to me too…" She… "Eeek,"

The older woman looked back over her shoulder and with a single look immediately silenced the gaggle of girls behind her. "Let us go. Enough walking for today."

"Yes madam," they said in unison.

Oh, when we were young.

A peculiar and a day, even so ordinary, seemed like it was taken apart from the rest, and even if the day seemed so ordinary, just for a few seconds, who knew what would transpire next, and amongst a collection of ordinary days – could one day – be different from any other. And by its brave desire, would stand up, and take itself apart from the rest of every other day. To flame…

The plain, lackluster girl, a girl who seemed like a petty female amidst a group of even more beautiful women put her hands on her thighs and continued to walk behind her elder. Staring at the back of her kimono she teeter tottered as she walked, her stomach and tongue tied in knots, walking back the center of the palace.

That was all we had; When we were young.

"Big sister," she said.

"What?!""

"Do you…?" She asked, "Do you think that boy…"

…and when we were free.

"Forget about it. He was not serious. MEN are never serious."

"Are you sure he…"

…

The WILL of ULTIMATE DESTRUCTION.

…

The woman stopped immediately, and the four girls followed suit, fearing to advance as their elder simply stood in place before turning around, so purposely and firmly – so much that the cogs and gears creaked from rusty decades of neglect, she slowly turned to face that one girl. "Miss, men say what they wish, and utter nothing but lies. As I had said, forget everything you heard, for nothing that EIJI says is truth." She repeated. "That is all." At that, she turned around and walked forward, with the other three girls following in tow.

"Sister." In one last plea, the girl pulled her back. "Have you…?" She began, but, bit her tongue. "Have you… have you ever fallen in love before?"

The three girls couldn't help but stop in place eventhough they pretended not to hear.

The older woman stopped her tracks, once again, frustrated but still firm. She put both her intertwined hands on her stomach sternly, yet respectfully. "No. I have not," she quickly replied. "Mark my words, miss. MEN. Men will lie and say anything to entice women. That is what they are. I have found no reason to fall in love with such a notion. You make best to remember that. That is all." She said and walked forward.

"I see…" The girl sighed. "That is sad, big sister."

"I assure you," that elder, slave servant replied, refusing to give in and had to get in the very last word. "Mark my words… if put to the test, this, this EIJI, this 'EIJI', if challenged to prove his words at the expense of his life…" she snarled. "Will cower like all the other men before him."

…

"RUUUAAARRGGGGAAAAAAAA! HURAGGHHHHH!" Bloody viscous streams had replaced the all too familiar tears of sadness, now, with rage. RAGE!

…

"I understand. But that is sad, sister…"

"It is…" The elder slave cut in to end it finally. "It is – Princess Kaori Kusanagi."