The Colour Purple

by y8irl.SniperBoy

Back in 1996 a boy was put in a small box; trapped alone in that tiny place, he could not but think of a meaning that drives the world. So there would be no excuses when he died. The Ultimate High, The Root of Evil, The Berserker Phenomenon, The Rival Complex, and, The [RIOT] of the blood. Which character are [you]? ...I can't let you go. Up until 20 years do pass.

92. GAMES

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]

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"Do you know my name? Yoshiki Kusanagi? I will make you remember it."

…

All four molars ground against each other in a sensation like he wanted to squeeze blood from his teeth. Eiji Kisaragi bit down hard, though in a moment's pass, that hard tension became a calm and cool grin. "Old man, Miura," he said…

The camera lens was a cloudy blur and in the next instant curled into focus, zooming up and into Eiji's face when he looked downwards… "Let us set perch upon the top of the world,"

EIJI STABBED HIS GAZE DOWNWARD AS SPEARS INTO HIM – "Let us…"

…

The world now presents on to you… What EVERY GAME requires…

"AH…" Jackson smiled – hidden in the damp, lonely darkness was a weak defeated smile. "There you are," he said with a sigh, his shoulders, once firm had grown slump in defeat – in a finality of closure. "Do not be sad; do not be lonesome…"

…for we – may join you very soon... My dearest friends.

Welcome home, friends. Okaeri. Waga no tomo yo.

…

The cameras flashed – burning into film the seconds that passed when the video cameras turned round and round amongst the two.

…

"Rumour has it, that, you are immortal."

87 – what kind of GOD would stand idle, and will simply watch? As his children SUFFER?!

"I will NOT send my men to die in vain." Captain Miura replied flatly. "Moreover, I will not have them kill each other for your GOD DAMNED vanity."

YOUR LIVES.

"Your lives…" The master said. "Kusanagi is GOD. YOUR LIVES belong to Kusanagi. You all offered your lives to HIM, and it is HIS to SQUANDER as he WISHES!"

…no… that is not a GOD I serve.

…

By your selfish actions, we had brought about – by actions of our own choosing.

"The end of the world." Those words rolled out of Jackson's lips.

…

Miura…

"Well?" Miura smiled and cried. "WHa… what.. can.. what can you.. ss.. ssay…"

A disembodied voice, an empty and hollow voice that one could hardly hear but echoed loudly as it bounced inside your skull, like that Zeppelin that floated across the sky, simply watching… It was wonderful… A yellow glow floated up, an enveloping mist over his shoulders.

Propellers continued twisting in the heavenly sky. Watching… and waiting.

"I was wrong, Miura." Eiji Kisaragi said in an otherwordly, disembodied hollow voice.

It was. A wonderful memory.

"I am… sorry. Eiji." Miura chuckled heartily eventhough moments earlier the mere action would have torn him in an excruciating pain – but by now his cold body was in shock and could feel nothing – except the sweet, sweet, pure and deliciously unadulterated satisfaction of hearing those words creep from the arrogantly proud Eiji's dead lips. A selfish, a simple, yet an innocent wish – it was finally in Miura's grasp after all this time… Miura reached out with his left hand trying to grasp at Eiji's collar, but it was just so far away. Miura tried to pull Eiji's face in but his actions were futile. In the end his left arm dropped to his thigh. "I am sorry… Ei.. Eiji." He coughed. "I cannot… I… cannot join you… anymore. The princess…"

"Eiji... GOD DAMN YOU, EIJI!" One boy across from Eiji screamed, but Eiji only stood with a deadpan on his face, is visage absolutely blank eventhough his Captain was dying pitifully in front of him. "EIJI! MIURA IS…" He cried.
"HE IS DYING!"

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A warrior's greatest sin. Is to grow old; and to die of natural causes. THAT. I can not, never, ever, accept. You realize it too, do you not?

…and now, boy, the world has presented to you – a hero - what every [GAME] requires.

Live forever… Eiji. My last curse… as my own Master gave me… a gift…

"That I pass on to you – in vanity; I GIVE it to you…"

…

"Go… to… rescue the… princess." Miura wheezed. "Though, sometimes even beautiful." Though there was one thing amongst all this… "I have never…"

Without another word, Eiji turned around and began to walk away. He did not care. Nothing mattered. I DO NOT CARE. As his Captain lay dying in front of him, the man who raised him, he only had one thought in his mind, the man who cared for him, and he refused to be distracted by anything else. Amidst the curses of his comrades Eiji simply started to walk away, the man who wiped away his tears. He simply did not care. Just like their master, just like Kusanagi, Eiji turned around and walked away. HE DID NOT CARE.

I have never seen a beautiful wedding. Eiji.

"I, now, absolve myself from a warrior's greatest sin."

…a curse.

Eiji Kisaragi.

The world was now bleached in white and the silhouettes of men that surrounded the scene had turned into ugly, gray pencil sketches, as so, the picture of Miura's left hand hit the ground in silence in slow dirty animation, when the last of his breath left his lips. But his dying breath his lips curled a smile – for he had won.

If a [friend] dies for you, you have no choice – but to be cursed to live, an [eternity].

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A Sequence of Uneventful Mornings 27. Okaeri, tomo yo...

Captain Jackson walked up to the two dead bodies that Eiji had dropped on the ground, those two familiar bodies. "O-Tsukaresama de…" He said. Good job, men. His lips trembled and at the end of its breath his voice broke ever so slightly.

In front of him were the two mangled and torn bodies of Masa and Mikaido, his men.

He bowed slightly, a slight informal bow, his chin barely breaking the horizontal line that spanned his shoulders. "Okaeri. Welcome back home, my boys…" Jackson grit his teeth HARD, trembling, trying to hold his tears back.

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I hate you…

-[Minamotoya] 'Where I Belong'.

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Say it's love. Can we get it right together? It's our life. Leave it now – there's NO forever. We will see it to the end, together.

I hate you. Yagami. A wild tremor shaking his mind, his voice cracked again, sobbing. I HATE you so so much... Kusanagi. To do this to us… "Even when we serve you, with our lives." Jackson could no longer hold back his emotions and started to gasp uncontrollably.

…once you let me go, saying LIES we don't remember,

"Okaeri… nasai…" Welcome back home, Jackson said softly, a wheeze from the back of his throat.

Then our lives.

"Ah!"

"Ou! Jackson Taichyou!" Mikaido's voice crept into Captain Jackson's ears.

Jackson took a deep breath and turned his body around to the source of Mikaido's spirited voice. In wait, what was in front of him was Eiji's back enveloped in a yellow glow. Then, it was gone. Eiji took a leap forward into a sprint and disappeared.

With your LIES. We will be right, alone together.

"Mikai… do…" Jackson reached out but then pulled his arm back. He looked around but it seemed like no one else had heard the voice. Jackson stood up straight from his hunch and breathed out. "Ahh…" Jackson sighed, in a slight confusion, he wiped the bubbling tears with the back of his hand.

…

"AH…" Jackson smiled. "There you are," he smiled. "Do not be sad; do not be lonesome…"

…for we – may join you very soon.

OKAERI.

Chapter 92: GAMES

The world has provided you NOW, what every GAME requires.

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"Miura! Captain Miura!" The boy shook his now lifeless master in his arms. He pulled that body close to his and took a deep breath, his face on a cold chest that was no longer breathing.

"You are all FREE." Jackson's voice boomed. "ALL of you! EVERY single one of you." He said. "GO home to your families. I set you free." Jackson waved his right arm wide.

"Captain Jackson." One boy said to the side. "But…"

"Are you DEAF?!" Jackson roared. "I said. With my life. I will take responsibility. All of you can leave with no consequence. I will…"

"Jackson." The one boy, with clear glasses hung over the bridge of his nose put his right hand over Jackson's shoulder. "This." This is something you will NOT have the privilege to see alone. "Oi! All you girls!" The spectacled boy shouted. "The Captain of the 6th brigade and [I] will follow Kisaragi. The rest of you can go home… But be warned…" he unconsciously pushed the bridge of his glasses up his nose as he did time and time again without his knowing.

We can make it real if we try. Don't give up.

"But be warned," the hero said sharply, "if you leave now, Kusanagi will stop at nothing to HUNT you to the ends of the Earth, in order to end your life."

Even if what we fought for was a lie.

"If you COWARDS, instead FIGHT with us."

"Boy…" Jackson said,

"If you KILL your own comrades – for the sake of your brother,"

If Yagami were to hear of such an internal strife, Kusanagi would be too busy rebuilding his forces to chase us if we survive… and that would be the only way for you to be able to live a life of peace outside these walls.

"With or without you. Captain Jackson and I will FIGHT for Eiji."

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A bewilderingly quiet silence. That once, like a moment, each and every one of us felt from the bottom of our spine when we were young – and we were boys. We were apprehensive, and we were young boys. We simply thought of ourselves, and we were afraid of the future.

One step, then two. Such cowardly and uneasy steps twisted as they turned around.

"Let us go." The spectacled boy said. "Or are you afraid?" he grinned.

"No. Not today." Jackson cackled. "Not today, Sat…" Jackson whispered the boy's name as he was about to turn.

The grainy picture, all in grayscale washed the world in a saddening state when Jackson watched as a half dozen of his men bite their lip under their masks and turn around to walk away in retreat.

Ah yes, in the very end – it is lonely.

So lonely. Here.

Jackson wrapped his hand around the hilt of his cleaver and made doubly sure his weapon was locked in place when he turned around, putting his hand over the boy's shoulders. Even with such a grand speech, in the end, it was just you and me – he pulled his comrade tight.

"Ah… Captain Jackson."

…and so they could not help but the two men walked in a slow pace into the jaws of death. The tension in Jackson's eyes slowly relaxed sense of realization – from denial, to acceptance. This was something they had accepted many decades ago. "A." Jackson sighed.

He did not realize it then, but at that time, a slight yellow mist began to rise from his shoulders. In the same way, the warmth manifested itself in similar colours on the spectacled boy's own body.

Let us return to our families. And to… the void.

One then two tall yellow pillars launched up into the sky like spotlights piercing the sky, enveloped by a cold mist joined Eiji's light. It was a tall, unmoving, solid tower of light that pierced the clouds and firmly connected heaven and Earth – that even the black aircraft that floated in the sky could not ignore. Here, in a random dawn in 1980.

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1980 in the underground tournament of the King of Fighters '80.

July 31st, 1980 – China's population hits 1 billion people.

One thing is constant. That change is constant – and – evil men were once, good men.

"Ah look, the sky! It's so beautiful!" An elegant lady said in glee, grasping her man's arm and pulled him close to her eagerly. In that dark basement, a crowd had begun to amass at the top of the steps that had a small window that peeked barely from the building's foundation.

She pointed out… "Look, darling… The sky." For a moment R., Krauser and Saisyuu's rancid carnage of a bloodbath became a petty sideshow compared to the spectacle that the dawn sky presented instead. In this place – when rich aristocrats watched rough and ready men kill each other for their sweet amusement…

The King of Fighters '80.

R. stopped at mid thought as a sudden surge of energy swept through the entire underground dome.

"HEY YOU! WHAT ARE YOU..." came a shout from the side, a huddle of 8 bouncers surrounded an intruder who was making his way towards the cage. It was cut short, and the 8 exploded into bloody messes, without even a chance for a scream.

The chunks of their dismembered appendages, flesh, blood and bone, decorated the walls.

Saishyuu Kusanagi focused his attention at the gatecrasher, the same with Ivan Krauser. Confusion swept through the ranks as this new face appeared. A tall man began to walk forward, as a white mist, bolstered with a bright light that enveloped his body.

His enemy had made himself known, but R. only took it as hollow bravado, something he had experienced many times, and many times he destroyed his enemies until all that was left of them was a broken mess.

Krauser twisted his face in a sour look, wordless. Saishyuu Kusanagi simply crossed his arms, tucking them in his bellbottomed sleeves and scoffed laughing, " What is thiiis? You dare…" saying with a drawn out, glimmering toothed, cheeky sneer.

"Do you dare face the Kings of Fighters?" R. said with a snide grin.