The Colour Purple Chapter 95: Kowarechau, 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]

"Hmmm." Sie Kensou put his chin on his curled fist and looked at the flickering monitor in his pitch dark bedroom save for the glow of his computer monitor that illuminated his face like a pierrot. As the text loaded at its idle pace in front of him, Sie peeled his fingers from his keyboard and mouse and leaned over to this small refrigerator without taking his eyes off the screen in front of him. He took a swig directly from his 2 liter plastic Coca-cola bottle now filled with flat soda as he took a breath through his nose with each gulp. He screwed the lid back on. Back then, much unlike the world would become 10 years later, the loud mechanical sound of his 56K modem filled the space between his ears. The Chinese boy's cutting edge machine that had long replaced his 486 computer was considered cutting edge at the time where there was a bewildering thing; Then he did not know it would be called the "internet" where complete strangers could share random bits of information to the world without relying on print and paper.

At the time he was not sure when he had heard the older businessmen talk about it in passing where he worked, but, he recognized key words, and it matched the equipment and computer programs his father brought home. His father would spend late nights between international time zones looking at the black screen with plain green text flash across his eyes, transmitting "real time" stock market values from New Hong Kong and New York.

Back in that time it was such a magical thing where your computer could pull out random information of questionable repute from thin air, simply by typing random letters strung together – combinations of digits of unknown meaning. Before this concept of "search engines", just type this random string of letters into this program and you'll see. Mostly at that time, you could gain access to foreign directories filled with images, mostly pornographic ofcourse, low resolution images that would take 10 to 15 minutes to load completely even with the luxury of powerful business computers like his own that most boys his age had no interest in.

Even if it was just plain text, each individual letter flashed across his screen slower than a manual typewriter. All the while his computer made loud noises just like a printing press. After probably 8 minutes the whole article had loaded onto his computer screen – coming from an amateur journalist of unknown credibility.

"Huh." Sie breathed out. He remembered that.

January 1st_... "_" the blinking cursor flashed on his computer monitor.

"_"

January 1, 1992,_ The Atari 2600 is discontinued_, 15 years after its introduction in 1977_

Back then, we overwhelmed ourselves with [GAMES]. We could [exist] as different characters, and live as we wished. …and today is absolutely no exception.

…

"God damn it…" Billy whined. "Eiji, do you not have…" Billy stopped in mid speech. "Ah fACK!" Billy cussed, curling his fist over his face, swatting an imaginary fly that served to annoy him. "Now I'm talking like those ninja fuckers."

"Oh!" Ojyou puffed her cheeks. She looked over to the side and said. "Mister Billy. Can you please push this cart back to the house?"

"Eigh?" Billy said. "Wait I have to," Billy was about to walk forward.

"Please Mister Billy," Ojyou smiled innocently, puckering her lips, her dimples bolstering the sides of her coy smile, making motion to the cart of teacups in front of her.

"Aaaaggh!" Billy threw his hands up. He had forgotten what he was about to do.

…

"Did you have a good dream?" Yamashita asked… with a sneer smile hidden under her mask. Eiji's body was slumped over Yamashita's back, his cheek nestled peacefully on Yamashita's ear as the ninja captain carried his body piggy-back over her back.

The calm, rhythmic sensation coaxed Eiji into a lull world of sleep. Oh how soft and tender it was – Eiji felt the warmth of the world embrace his body as the slowly running, amorphous clouds in the clear blue sky bobbed up and down across his vision.

Eiji blinked once then twice, each moment was like the shutter of the camera immortalizing pictures, each one clearer – and more focused than the next. Bit by bit, Eiji grew more and more awake. The clouds in the sky that rocked up and down, turned to the side, his ear felt hair that smelled sweaty, earthly, dirty and now turned nappy with dried up blood that smelled of iron and with a slight hint of familiar saltiness – yet IT was not so unfamiliar, and in no way displeasing. It was not. For it was [real].

Eiji's shoulders slumped weak when he relaxed a bit more before he would regain his composure to gain the ability to once again comprehend rational thought. It was a long morning, and finally – at the end of it all the sun had decided to come up eventhough it had hid in fright during the end of the world just seconds earlier – spanning decades, amongst a backdrop of shooting stars.

We were still, during some cold mornings… [Dreaming].

WE were still trapped in the past.

The bright sun pierced Eiji's eyes that had been sealed shut for a short while yet felt like 10 years long gone. The searing pain made him curl up and cower like a battered, sweaty grade school boy at the break of dawn. The dried up blood and wax had begun to flake and fall out his ears, slowly he was able to hear normally again.

Yamashita said nothing else and continued to walk effortlessly down that lonely path to their home. Even with a broken arm, a battered face and an exhausted body, the superwoman act of carrying a mass that was significantly heavier than her own body weight was something she was not unfamiliar with – because pride fuelled her forward. She remained silent.

But, even when Yamashita still kept her face forward to her goal, their home, her arms were trapped under Eiji's thighs and unable to predict what would have come next.

…

The cursor flashed on the screen… mocking us.

'_'

[What are you doing here?_]

…

Yamete kure…

Please, don't…

…

"Are you still trapped here?_"

Clark, shaken from his blank gaze, looked up from his slouch – the sharp points of his shoulders curled up against the wall next to King, who sat next to him, and his knees close to his chest in that hallway so near – when a poor mercenary boy, a simple boy, a son of missionary parents who ventured to a foreign land with noble intentions, but was instead punished. A boy was taken away from the absolute simple luxuries of everyday boys - to Christmas morning.

"Oh?" The razor sharp teeth sneered wide – from the opposite wall in that hallway. "Who are you?" The strange boy who stood in front of Clark and King looked over his shoulder.

Now, a fourth body curled at the absolute end of the hall, by the staircase, sat silently mimicking Clark's posture. Pulling his knees tight. Razor sharp talons replaced teeth, and eyelids opened slowly in an X pattern over his face looked up.

Stop. Please. Clark thought out loud, trembling.

…

"It is over." A now old and weathered Eiji Kisaragi growled, looking back solidly, fearlessly at the boy in front of him whose yellow blonde hair stood up like a preposterous broomhead. Within the sterile stench of that hospital hallway.

Bennimaru Nikaido felt the bottom of his spine curl into knots when the old man would not back down from the gridlock of their murderous, staring game.

"What took you so long?" Eiji sighed as he turned his chin up, revealing the menacing glare in his eyes, a look trapped between vicious anger and a weak, defeated sadness. "It is too late to apologize now, boy."

Yamete kudasai… Please stop. Sousureba, ore ga… If you continue to do this, I…

…

"But…" Robert interjected. "If you want to come with me, he said sincerely, innocently, "You have to leave [HIM] behind." He said while pointing behind King.

The baby girl, King, looked over her shoulder before she took Robert's hand in her own. Standing behind her was yet another small boy. He looked very similar to her, with short dirty blonde hair, once draped over his eyes, a dark shadow concealed his face, but when he tilted his head up, those eyes, small, slit, evil eyes gazed in sinister manner at the pair.

and when I was at my wits end, when I was ready to end it all – you were there for me…

Yamete kusadai, omae, sousureba, ore ga… kow.. I will…

"Kowarechau yo…" King began to cry as the 'first children' his only friend began to gasp for breath as King's only friend slowly seemed to die a cancerous death at Robert's words. "Kowarechau yo…" King's voice began to stutter and hiccup from the anxiety attack, driving both fists with forceful pressure into his eyes to stop the tears.

If you continue to do this… you will…

…

"A."

Eiji's face tilted down and with a soft breath both his arms wrapped themselves around Yamashita's shoulders and over her collarbone, pulling her body tight on his body as he drifted into sleep.

"A…Ah.." Yamashita stuttered, feeling a strange and uncomfortable sensation overcome her. As if a snake had bit her leg, pumping lethal venom into her veins with every second, but she was unable to release her hands from the clay pot she had in her hands - she only continued to walk forward, her eyes wide open trapped in a world of absolute helplessness.

"Ei…" Yamashita was about to say.

But.

The last end of her thought was punctuated with a long silent exhale instead.

Soretomo, taiyou wo mitai ni, naitara ii no ni…

Just for that one time. Just this instant.

Eventhough, I wanted to look to the sun in the sky, all I could do – it is okay to cry. For even if 12 years passed us by in indifference so quickly. Watching. Waiting. Finally.

Can 12 long, painful, and lonely years of imaginary FIGHTING have worth? 12 years of watching – and I was unable to say anything, unable to interfere, and unable to stop you. Yes. I say yes. I say yes to you.

This one time when the colours of the world became drab, boring and listless. From over their shoulders the world looked at them, and committed to each and every step the Ninja Captain took. In due time, even the hard outlines that silhouetted their bodies became grainy sketches – and as she committed to memory, this one instant.

This one moment, here. Here.

Soretomo, taiyou wo mitai ni, naretara ii no ni…

Oh my dear God. Eventhough 12 years passed, I wanted to look to the sun in the sky, – eventhough I had accepted [it], already. Until now.

Kisaragi.

Perhaps we could end this story here. Yet the small girl, she, who held back her tears and looked up to the heavens and defied agnostically at G_O_D, a God who JUDGED HER, and told her she was nothing but GARBAGE – she had instead continued to walk. Kisaragi. From 10 years old walking on bare feet through that castle gate. The girl was so afraid, all alone she hid her face with her forearm when she walked past groups of masked men to come to the center of the courtyard. So none of these fools could see. She walked slowly and purposely with every step.

"A girl?"

"Hey, look."

"It is just a girl."

"Oh it is a girl," another ninja man said with hardly any interest.

"Just another one."

The girl walked slowly and purposely so none of these bastards could even notice that every step she took, she felt her legs tremble in fright. The feeling of fear, she instead replaced with another – ANGER and RAGE to protect her from FEAR.

…but at the end of her journey, at the center of the courtyard was a single middle aged masked man who waited for her. When she looked up, she saw the sky. Perplexed, the girl looked outward and forced her eyes to regain focus, her arms wrapped over her chest. The man who had waited for her in the middle of the Yagami courtyard had lowered his stature, knelt on one knee to meet her eye to eye, as equals.

"I will only ask you this question once." Ninja Captain Masao said.

…

Through rocks and jagged edges of steel, as dark shadows flew over her head - the sun, clouds and cold starry nights in the sky that represented the passage of time as they did, she felt her body grow larger, taller and older… Walking with every step she felt her mind harden, her heart freeze colder in Yagami palace. The air around her had grown black silent, and the colours in front of her face slowly became blurry and gray in front of her eyes.

Yamete kudasai – omae, sousureba, atai ga… Her lips trembled under the careful yet merciless protection of her ninja mask.

Kisaragi…

Just as Eiji was about to fade into darkness once again, the old man wrapped his arms around the woman's chest in an unconscious warm embrace - holding limply into the life gifted to him for a little bit longer, and pulled her close to him. It was a sweet – sweet sensation.

This [bitter] taste, saved only for [adults].

Before I knew it, and without my knowing, [I] had turned into a bitter old maid.

Was all our fighting? Was all of IT to come one day to its fruition, to today? In 1992?

I simply watched you. Intently. Carefully. …and purposely. For over a decade.

And suddenly, before I even realized it, the emotions that filled my mind and my heart had swirled and mixed wild colours into something I could no longer understand. Was this?

Was this what my Master, Masao, warned me about?

Was [this] the reason we kept these pieces of cloth over our faces?

One step and two, once again. The world had become black and white – Yamashita, the 8th Brigade Captain of Yagami palace – AND – Eiji Kisaragi, an abomination - the walking dead of the 8th Legion of Kusanagi. Their silhouettes had been subdivided, and now simplified into random grayscale pencil sketches when Eiji curled his arms tight in a warm embrace that spanned decades only to find itself HERE.

"Atai ga, kowarechau yo…" If you continue to do this… You will BREAK… me.

Her heart was frozen in a concrete impenetrable block of ice, yet at this one moment she heard a slight, fracturing crack sound out in her mind.

…

Chapter 95: Kowarechau.

In 1992.

I will NOT accept this cheap answer.

NO.

"KISARAGIIIIIIIIII!" Yamashita screamed at the top of her lungs.

"A!" Eiji immediately jolted awake. He put both arms on Yamashita's shoulders and pushed his body back despite the immediate searing pain that ran up his arm.

"GGGHHHH!" Yamashita replied on instinct. "E…iji…" she grit her teeth just as the turmoil from Eiji's heart seemed to transfer seamlessly onto her own body. "It is painful, you are causing me pain, Eiji!"

Looking down, Eiji realized immediately his predicament. Like a schoolboy afternoon he was being carried on Yamashita's back. Such a shame Eiji could not accept. To endure such humiliation was a pain too much to bear. His thighs locked by Yamashita's curled arms. "LET.. LE… Let me.. LET ME.. LET ME GO!" Eiji said in a rabid rage. Overcoming pain, Eiji grabbed onto the cloth of Yamashita's shoulders and pushed himself back and forth violently just as if he was trying to break free from a crocodile's death grip. Eiji had grown cold when he realized that he was being carried like a love struck grade school girl over Yamashita's back.

"Ki.. Kisaragi!" Yamashita tensed both biceps on instinct to react to the pain that now overcame her body. Her broken left arm, and her bruised body felt like she had been thrown into a meat grinder in an unimaginable constant suffering when Eiji rattled her, trying to break free.

"GOD damn [YOU], KISARAGI!" Instead of letting go, Yamashita curled her torso forward and further curled her arms in to lock Eiji thighs tight.

"Nan.. nanjya…" Eiji said in immediate fright when he realized his body was being hurled like a bullet. "Nani WO, what are YOU doing?!"

"EIiiiiiiiiiiiJIiiiiiiiiii!" Yamashita ran forward at lightning speed – her thighs tensed rock hard, dashing forward, carrying the 180 pound body, a body easily 20% heavier than her own body weight. She tucked her chin down, lifted Eiji's head over her shoulder and Eiji could not do anything but watch in helplessness as his face SLAMMED directly into the concrete wall in front of him.

Red blood gushed out his now shattered nose in slow motion when his head cocked back. "AGHK!" Eiji did not even realize his imminent demise when both their bodies, Yamashita's and Eiji's ran backwards – and an exposed, sharp reinforcement bar from a telephone pole embed itself into Eiji's backside, just missing his spine that would have rendered him cripple had it been only inches on center.

"Gahhachhk!" Viscous phlegm littered the side of Yamashita's face. Then again… again and again. Yamashita pulled and pushed Eiji's back onto the hard wooden pole behind them – repeatedly impaling that old man into that rusty nail. WHAM. WHAM. WHAM! "Agh.. AH!.. ARGHHH!" With every beat Eiji's body felt a searing pain that numbed his body, but the same resonating blow whacked the back of his skull into the telephone pole, and that sharp, steel rebar impaling his backside, beckoning him awake.

…

"HO.. Hooooly shit." Billy stopped in his tracks, the small cart with empty teacups in front of him. "Jesus, holy fuck!" Billy could only string random cuss words in rapid sensation as he witnessed the violence unfold in front of his eyes. "That bitch!" Billy said. "That Oriental bitch is INSANE!"

…

Huuuughhh! Eiji's right hand let go of her and reached out. He was desperate to calm the pain that was now destroying him inside out. Yamashita turned her hips to the one side to ONCE AGAIN impale another hole into Eiji Kisaragi's back into the rusty spike that pierced the face of that wooden telephone pole just steps away from Iori Yagami's house.

Finally realizing it, Eiji pulled his body forward to pull his body away from that sharp rebar and finally wrapped both his arms around the female ninja captain.

"Ca…" Eiji shrieked, now the wiser and unfazed by the shame that once wrapped itself around his heart. "Cap… Ya.. Yamashita Taichyou!" Eiji addressed the captain. "Captain."

The captain known as Yamashita took a deep breath in, and savouring every moment when Eiji gnashed his teeth together, when those words rolled out his lips, stopped her mad rage that beat Eiji's back into the improvisional torture device behind them.

She breathed out and took two steps forward, to be replied with a satisfactory breath of calm from Eiji's tense body. "Wakatta.. Wakatta." Eiji understood clearly and wrapped both his cold arms over and across the top of Yamashita's chest to pull his body in and away from the pain. "I understand… I understand…" Eiji begged. "Stop… please."

"A…"

From thin slits, Eiji's eyes opened slightly. Then they found themselves… Here.

Yamashita – eventhough her pure muscle body carried a weight the person she HATED the most, in this God forsaken world. A weight of Atlas 1.20 times the weight of her entire body – it was okay. It was fine.

Because it seemed like she had waited her entire life to do so. Trained her body relentlessly and mercilessly. For this one moment in time. 1.20 times her entire body weight was nothing. Yamasthita took a step, then two forward calmly once again and as she had before, made her way back to 'their house' now.

"Captain…" Eiji murmured, teeter totting back and forth in and out of consciousness.

"Haaaghhh…." She said.

Just as the passage of time discounted our SUFFERING; Let us go home. My dear friend.

…

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…

Eiji, in his last breath – both his hands, all ten fingers grabbed a fistful of Yamashita's uniform over her chest and pulled his arms tight. Firmly, forcefully – and then – tenderly.

Just as he slipped away.

"K…." K… "aoaaaa…."

Please…

In a starry sky. A single star made certain… that it would distinguish ITSELF from all other stars. When the pain and suffering had become too much to bear, the tension from Eiji's shoulders grew light and limp. Instead of rage and shame, another feeling had overcome them true.

…

"I think you better call your fuckin doctor as soon as we get home, Ojyou." Billy suggested.

"Yes." The slave girl replied. A bit worried. "I think I do."

…

Eiji Kisaragi wrapped his arms over Yamashita's shoulders as he faded into darkness, she who had carried the old man's body over her own effortlessly – for this time – she seemed to have prepared herself for.

Just as he had finally given up, and Eiji Kisaragi put his cheek once again to her ear…

Haaaagh…. The old man's breath.

A lingering thing –

Protected by two cloth masks. Her's and his own. A true reason.

Yamashita. The ninja captain Yamashita one, two then three steps forward with Eiji's unmoving body over her own.

Through FIGHTING.

"Can all these years."

That separated us.

Become insignificant, in just an instant?

…

"What is your answer? Girl."

A Sequence of Uneventful Mornings part 30.

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"Mister Eiji…" Billy said out loud.

"Hurry up Mister Billy," Ojyou said playfully when she raced with a full tray past Billy Kane who pushed that cart filled with empty teacups and condiments.

With a full tray in her hands, the Yagami Slave, Ojyou turned around like a gleeful high school girl to look at the Englishman – her face radiated with a coy full toothed grin.

"I will beat you home, Mister Billy!" She teased.

"A bollocks!" Billy sneered back in reply. "Ya faking…!" Billy pushed the cart with all his might and ran forward to race the slave.

The sound of the rolling plastic wheels, in 1992, in New Hong Kong. In the King of Fighters.

Served to remind us…

Kowarechau yo…

That we – we – were still alive. Here.