The Colour Purple Chapter 94: an Immortal Life, 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]

an ultimate truth and an ultimate irony.

A Sequence of Uneventful Mornings 29. An ugly contradiction.

Bigots label those who defy their own opinions by the same insult. Can a 'bigot' call their enemies 'bigots' too, in the same irony?

"A, yes. That was the first time..." Clark mumbled. On top of that roof, in that cold building that was dirty, pale and drab compared to the [dream] - compared to the heaven beneath its concrete, in the night club, La Bijoux. "…I felt it." A decade indiscriminate in the 1990s.

The tattered newspaper rolled over the ground in the dark dawn.

Time reverted back to – today. You are the only thing that made me feel alive.

I am so tired of this war.

…

Clark, a memory trapped within a young boy tilted his head up, and in front of him his liege, the boy King stared back at him as he sat on the ground in that silent hallway in his home.

Almost two decades ago.

King remained silent, his damp shirt and pajamas sticking closely onto his small body that had just walked out of a steamy shower. King simply sat next to the blonde haired boy, Clark. He tucked his legs in and pulled his knees into his chest with his arms wrapped over it.

Clark said nothing – King said nothing, trapping themselves masochistically in an awkward pain of adolescence that cut their insides with sharp blades. They both stared at the same blank wall at the other side of the hallway across from them where they sat.

Now you know the truth.

Now, what will you do? How will this change you?

Revealed this ULTIMATE truth. Will you kill yourself now? Like me? Or…?

"One day, King. People will flock to you… one day – they will understand." Clark said.

This sensation I feel in my heart… A hundred other men will one day feel this too! For I am tired, SO sick and TIRED of weakness. And they will DIE for you – even if the rest of the world will call us HATEFUL, EVIL and blinded by BIGOTRY.

This was the first time… a blonde haired bigot, felt it...

…

A feeling of greatness that will overturn ALL other divine decree.

"King…" Clark said. "A, yes. That was the first time..." Clark mumbled. On top of that roof, in that cold building. "That time…"

Time reverted back to – today. You are the only thing that made me feel alive.

THAT was the very first time I had decided to become EVIL. Because, in order to LIVE, Yuri Sakazaki, this sensation – gave my life purpose, even if it meant making the entire world my enemy. THIS. Is why good men take no qualms to become evil men.

In order to make their dream BEAUTIFUL boys had to make themselves UGLY.

…

…A stinging sensation made Yamashita double over despite her best efforts to hide it. When she turned away from Eiji's body that lay on the ground she hobbled away and cradled her left arm in her right.

"Oh... OI! Somebody call the Palace and order for the doctor. HURRY!"

Yamashita could not even form a fist, her fingers that were bloody and disfigured did not even respond to the commands her brain repeatedly issued as she walked. Thankfully in a matter of moments, shock took control, and, all feeling left her wounded arm subsided and she was able to walk with a semblance of dignity without shivering from excruciating pain. "My mask. Somebody fetch me a mask," she said as she looked down at her lifeless left hand that spasmed to match the pulsing of her heartbeat, like a wounded baby bird cradled in her one good arm.

There was no response, except silence. She looked up again and met eyes with each one of her boys. "Are you DEAF?! DO you HEAR ME!? ARE YOU DE…."

…

"A!" Yamashita felt a jolt shock run down her spine as it rattled her awake from a frightfully cold nightmare. From the aftershock her entire body trembled uncontrollably, and just in time she caught herself from falling off the wooden chair she sat in just as she gained consciousness. She pulled her left arm in and doubled over when the searing pain tore her insides with a rusty corkscrewing blade. The pain reminded her that her left arm was in a hard plaster cast, and it had be best if she refrained from any further reckless movement.

"Are you okay, Madam?" A girl's voice asked.

"I…" Yamashita breathed out slowly, inhaling purposely through her teeth to seethe the pain away. "I… I am… fine." She cut tersely.

Yamashita forced herself to breathe in through her nose, looking upwards – to take her mind away from the pain in her broken, obliterated left arm and the swelling, numb sections of her face.

After a few moments of silence, like the sensation one would feel when you woke up with an extremely painful cramp in your leg, the pain slowly subsided, leaving Yamashita with a thankful sense of glee amidst the cold sweat that beaded her brow.

Yamashita sat peacefully in a wooden chair, looking outwards into the calm water of the bay in front of her. It was a beautiful sight. The water seemed to go on forever, the peaceful waves pulled her mind in tenderly. "A sight fit for a Prin-cess..." The sweet cadence of her words caught between question and statement. Mocking, yet envying the time that had long passed, and left her in this world alone as the dead had been already set free. "What day is it… today?"

"It is Sunday, Captain Yamashita."

"Oh. I see…"

We are ALL, KINGS. And even if the entire world becomes your enemy.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. In 1992.

"Well then… Let us get this over with." Yamashita closed her eyes, leaned back into the wooden chair, put her open palms on the cloth apron on her lap and pulled her gaze from the water up, up into the clear blue sky, that G_O_D put in between us, where birds flew carelessly into heaven as a MOCKERY.

Did my message cross this despicable, endless sky and at the apex of its sweet, sweet journey, did it reach you?

…

NO. "No! You said you would BE with me, STAY with me… Eiji," Kaori Kusanagi screamed, pulling her lover's limp body up over her shoulders. Your smile. Your smile – every moment of it, I treasure – for it brings sunlight. I will not leave you behind. Here.

No. Not yet. Not this day… Princess. That raspy old voice said.

…

Shooting stars.

"Eiji," Kaori said, she locked her knees to pull up the only man she had ever loved over her shoulders as she desperately dragged themselves from the outskirts of the now burning Kusanagi Palace.

"Keep…" One by one the stars striped the dawn that had suddenly reverted to a black of night. Every falling star was a wish – Eiji refused to look up because he knew that if he did, he would weaken and his resolve would waver. "Kaori, please, keep on walking." Eiji stumbled, eyes closed, eventhough he tried his best to carry his own weight.

His legs had already given away. Eiji Kisaragi's left leg drug on the ground like a plow and only his right foot functioned to carry his entire weight. "Darling, please… Do not look back. I… I…" Eiji's voice steadily began to grow weak when the numbing sensation slowly enveloped his body and bit by bit he lost sensation in his appendages. "Do NOT… DO not look… back…"

If you do…

"Eiji. EIJI! NO!" Kaori shouted.

…

"Captain! CAPTAIN!" The ninja boy shook the old bloody body that laid in his arms as its life slowly ebbed away. "Taichyou.. please…" As a response a weak palm rubbed him on the cheek.

"Osakini…" Miura smiled, his lips now crusted and dry. "I will go ahead… and see you…"

There is something I have to. I look forward to one day… all of us. There is someth…

His cold lifeless knuckles hit the ground.

"There is something I have to do. As I had promised."

…

"Kaori.. I…" Eiji hunched over, his legs stopped moving. "DO not.. DO not look back…" Ten, twenty and thirty strong the sky was radiated by falling stars, each with a wish that pushed Kaori Kusanagi and Eiji Kisaragi forward. A perfect backdrop that could undo the unfair rules of our lives. Eiji's shoulders slumped down selfishly on his lover's body that buckled from the sudden shift in weight.

"Eiji! Please… you said." Kaori.

You.

A lone voice said.

Marry me. Right here, and right now.

It was too late to realize… The voice tricked Kaori Kusanagi, the princess of Kusanagi palace to turn her head over her shoulder while still holding Eiji up, for that last voice was so sweet, it would appease the most ruthless, so tender, it would calm even a most fiery rage, and so perfect, it would even raise the dead.

"Kaori do not look ba…" Eiji's leg folded in half.

Kaori turned her face behind her back, and amongst the streaming stars that had radiated the heavens with a warm glow, one star, had made sure, and with due purpose flashed with a purpose that overwhelmed all others around it, reflecting in Kaori's eyes.

"No." Kaori pleaded. You said you would stay with me. Kaori had come to regret her action and shook her lover's body violently eventhough her knees would break from the unbearable strain from her small frame. You said you would BE with me.. STAY with me.. DO not… DO NOT… "EIJI! Please! Do not leave me. DO not leave me all… all… alone." She sobbed frantically and violently. You had promised me. I waited so long, I can not go in without you.

"Kaori….." Eiji wheezed unable to fight the sleep that pulled his consciousness away.

Then the one star, that shined brighter than all other stars. Cleaved the glowing dusk that had turned black once again.

…

"Miura. MIURA! Why.. WHYYY!? Why must you…" her voice cracked, tears streaming down her cheeks – her mouth splayed wide in a silent scream.

…

"No. Not yet. Not this day… Princess." That raspy old voice said.

I am sorry… but there is still something Eiji has to do.

…

Miu…

…

Static lines of grey and black, across the screen. The old man's eyelids blinked and he saw only a blurry picture. As much as he wanted to stay awake. The world was a picture still frame, rushing by like the view looking out of a train window –vertical lines running by left and right as you looked out to the countryside. The vertical pillars, sliding windows, passing as the pictures rolled by.

…and it was rocking up and down in 1992. Up and down his heavy eyelids dragged him down into a peaceful world of sleep.

"Ah."

A familiar voice, a soft voice – a voice from an old man slowly coaxed him to awaken.

…

Images – pictures from an ocean of memories taken out of sequence…

But I can still see you smiling at me.

"Eiji." Miura sighed back then, looking down at his young student, once again sleeping mid day against a tree. "Eiji…"

The morning controls me like a marionette.

WAKE UP!

…

"Ah!" Eiji's world shook, and bits of his brain rattled in his skull, only to finally merge together in comprehensive thought. "Old man…"

"Did you have a good dream?" A woman's voice interrupted his train of thought.

"A?"

"Did you have a good dream? Yamashita looked over her shoulder as she carried Eiji Kisaragi's 180 pound body effortlessly on her back – as if she had trained her entire life for this one moment. "I said,"

Chapter 94: an Immortal Life.

Yamashita said… with a sneer smile hidden under her mask. The ninja captain carried the earlier unconscious Eiji Kisaragi over her shoulders.

Did you have a good dream?

A Sequence of Uneventful Mornings. Eiji Kisaragi.