The Colour Purple Chapter 99: We are Perfect, 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]

After all…

It became apparent after a few tens of minutes that seemed to drag on like hours – Eiji opened his eyes once again, because, in the dark world he had wanted to remain in, his mind was already alert and active. Eiji looked up and it was ten minutes before five thirty in the morning.

Even after all of this – Even after all of our pain - It would just be another [uneventful] morning.

After all…

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In a place between cold and warm. This time of the day was perfect for your body to lay in a confused state. The old ninja guard was about to heave his body up when he heard the sharp sound of porcelain crash down onto the wooden hardwood from the second floor. As immediately as it had begun, the startling, chaotic sound ceased. Every bone in Eiji's conditioned body wanted to launch up – leap up and run through that door and head upstairs. Instead, he waited for a handful of seconds. As the commotion subsided, Kisaragi's right hand crossed his chest and wrapped his hand over his opposite shoulder and breathed out jokingly.

Eiji turned his head to the side, on the clock nailed to his wall read almost 5:30.

A soft sound. Then nothing. Eiji turned around instead and tucked his feet into the same blanket that draped over his head and pushed his face deep into his pillow. This time was a much different one from the war of long ago, it was okay to lay back and rest – and let the will of the world continue without intervention.

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Yamashita, the Captain tilted her weight to one side. She shifted her body and rolled off that tree branch with the same casual confidence everyone else in the world would have when rolling out of bed to fight another day – and through the balls of her feet she felt the Earth, with a resounding thunder, shake her entire body – all she could do now, was walk forward.

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Ah… kono kanji.

AH. This feeling. When I finally was about to give up. Once again, the lord above pulled me back. The Slave girl was daring enough to embrace his hand in both of hers, squeezing tight with all her might – as if – the tension in her fingers could somehow lead him back into the light… "Do not leave me all alone." She begged. For if SWORDS have something to fight for – then, do not forsake the SLAVES who waited so patiently for you.

For likewise, you give our life – PURPOSE.

II TENKI DESU YO.

"Please, could you share… this good weather… with…"

The world – is as beautiful, as it was grand. As long as there was someone else with us.

"…me." Ojyou pulled that cold hand next to her cheek, cherishing every bit of it – for now that terrible memory could perhaps be put behind her. "How can you leave me… my Master."

In this dark room. Again.

Do you even understand the meaning of this word?

…

[Destiny]. In this cruel world. Do you think that we were meant to meet each other so, TOGETHER, we could fulfill a greater purpose – given to us, by a higher power? All of us?

In THIS house?

The Sequence of Uneventful Mornings.

Destiny. We have been building this together. You and I can live forever.

…and… every… single… moment… I will… I have always treasured.

…

When Eiji blinked his eyes again – it felt like just a few minutes, he let himself doze off for a bit, body still aching from the brutality that battered him just a few days ago. But before he knew it the clock that was nailed on the wall had now read almost 7:30 in an instant.

"Uggghhhhh," Eventhough 2 hours had passed in a twinkling, the old man still felt cheated and his body was far from rested.

Eiji sat up, turned his legs over the bed, and while his body still wanted him to stay still, he stood up and walked out the door of his small bedroom on the ground floor of that house. Through the short hallway, into the kitchen then finally, the bright sunlight stinging his eyes, into the living room couch he knew so very well. By 7:30 AM the sun was already out, yet the house was peculiarly quiet with no sign of life to be had.

The kitchen table was bare.

Sighing, Eiji threw his entire weight into the three-cushion couch that directly faced the television with a THUMP! "Haaaggghhh!" Eiji groaned loudly while pushing his back into the soft backrest, draping his arms wide onto the top edge of the couch behind him, seemingly rocking the entire house without care.

"Uhhnnn!" A diminutive voice squeaked from behind the shorter two-cushion loveseat that was to his right in front of the glass sliding door. Eiji's stomach curled into knots in petrified, immediate fright.

From behind the shorter couch on the right side of the living room in front of the glass sliding door, a small hand floated up, four fingers curled themselves around the top of its back and a small girl's head, deshelved hair and all peeked up, her eyes half slit and blinking lethargically.

"A!" she said. Now wobbling to a stand, the girl braced herself on the loveseat and rubbed her fingers deep into her eyes to break the slumber that had frozen her a moment before. "Aaaa…" she yawned. "Mister Kisaragi…"

"O…" Eiji stammered. "Ojyou! What are you…?"

"I am so sorry, I overslept. I will fix coffee now. Please wait a moment…" Ojyou folded her thin mat, placed her pillow on top of it and pushed it under the couch. "Is coffee okay, Mister Kisaragi?" Ojyou's eyes were slit closed while she looked at Eiji and bowed low.

"A… yes…" Eiji said, his hands were in front of him, fingers extended in ready fighting position. Eiji Kisaragi was frozen like a Mortal Kombat statue, standing on top of the couch.

"Please wait a moment…. Yaaahhhhwww.." Ojyou waddled over to the kitchen, obviously still half asleep and eyes closed, it was surprising she would not just walk into a wall.

Ojyou unscrewed the top of a large bottle of water and poured it into the white coffee machine. The whirring blades of the coffee grinder finally made the morning real as the sounds became at peace with the sunlight that seeped through into the house.

"Un…" Eiji calmly collected himself and pretending nothing had happened, he put both hands on the back of the couch where he stood and gingerly squatted into the soft cushions, still looking behind him into the kitchen.

Ojyou pushed the button on the coffee machine and immediately it began to click and chatter into life. "Breakfast... breakfast…" Ojyou reminded herself repeatedly. "Sorry I overslept… Bread… bread…" Ojyou began to wander off…

"Why do not you check the pantry over…" Eiji pointed at the small closet door directly in front of the slave girl's path of travel.

To Eiji's immediate horror, the door to the pantry began to creak open slowly.

ON IT'S OWN! The door began to open; an unholy groan slowly erupted from the dark crack. Eiji had already spent the last few moments relaxing his body and at this new sudden stimuli the middle-aged man could only gawk helpless absolutely frozen, his body unwilling and unable to move – like a summer campfire night horror story, it seemed all out of place too early in the morning. "Ojy…!" Eiji was about to shout instinctively.

"Gu'mornin', Oh-Joe." Billy Kane groaned like a zombie, walking out from the small closet and smiled, still groggy.

"Oh. Good morning Mister Billy." Ojyou smiled and bowed. "Do you know where the bread is?"

"Oh, it's over here." Billy walked over to the cupboard, still mostly asleep, as was evidenced by his hips dragging on the edge of the kitchen countertop like on rails, he made his way to his left and opened the cupboard, handing her the fresh loaf still wrapped in paper.

"Thank you, Mister Billy."

"Haaaugghhh!?" Eiji groaned, breaking loose the phlegm that had collected in his throat. Like a small curious child now, Eiji looked over the peculiar sight from behind the couch in the living room as Billy and Ojyou exchanged prehistoric grunts with each other that only they seemed to understand.

A Sequence of Uneventful Mornings part 34.

Destiny.

We. Were brought here. Together. Perhaps – for a higher purpose. Dear friends.

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Eiji set his coffee cup down and with his eyes shut, calmly put his left arm on and over his opposite shoulder, reaching back as far as he could. With his four fingers he dug into the deep pockets at his upper back and tried to massage the soreness, all the while rotating his shoulder socket in the hopes of piercing even deeper into his body.

He breathed out his mouth, through his mask.

Surely the aching pain and the stiffness that was once overwhelming was growing weaker by the day. At the very least he knew that his body was still functioning and at the same token he could still recover from even the most tremendous trauma. Fighting a devil with a young boy's mind but trapped in an old crone's body, though tremendously taxing, was something he could still handle.

In front of Eiji was a full plate that surely rivaled what his late wife could prepare. He wanted to convince himself otherwise – digging into his memory, but the plate of two freshly cooked eggs, toasted buttery bread and a glistening slab of pork chop was a tall order indeed.

"Itadaki." Eiji thanked the slave girl immediately.

"Thank you, Oh-Joe." Billy said.

"You are welcome!" the small statured slave girl replied happily.

Billy cut a piece of pork and just as it touched his lips, he glowed in a bright rapture. "Wow!" Billy said. Sipping slowly on his hot milk tea that Ojyou seemed to perfect more and more every morning, - it was a wonderful breakfast. "Thank you." Billy said again, now increasing the pace and shoveled his plateful of breakfast into his face.

"Ugh." Eiji scoffed unconsciously - to his side Billy eagerly wolfed down his breakfast at – break neck speed. "Slow down boy." We are not at war here.

Billy, between gulps, turned his head to the side to see a full plate next to him in front of an empty chair. Perplexed, he could not help but stare at the prepared breakfast set to his left. "Hey Oh-Joe…" Billy chomped down pointing at the full meal next to him, speaking with his mouth full… "I think you made one plate too many…"

"No, I do not think so." She sipped her teacup with both hands.

Billy swerved his head to the seat next to him and immediately exploded into a choking conniption fit. He stabbed the back of his fist into his chest to loosen the chunk of meat that had now gotten lodged in his midsection.

Yamashita sat calmly next to Billy Kane at that breakfast table wrapping both hands around her teacup.

"Agh-GHA-KAGKK!" Billy choked.

The Ninja Captain Yamashita covered her face with her left hand and with her right hand eased a small piece of pork chop in between the slit of her mask and into her mouth.

"GHaGHHKkkgh." Billy choked. "When did you."

"Good morning, Captain." Eiji said swatting the newspaper in front of his face snobbishly with both hands.

"Good morning, Mister Kisaragi." Yamashita said.

…

"Ahh…" 6 dragged his back on the wall and curled into a slump. "It is so nice." The troupe of ninja boys huddled outside the kitchen window and whispered amongst themselves.

"Hey hey." 4 peeked over the window next to 6. "How great would it be to have a girl make you breakfast."

"I want to have a girlfriend…" 6 sighed. Kanojo hoshii naa…

"HEY!" 4 said again with as much enthusiasm as he could but still keep his voice concealed. "Do you think Ojyou-san will have breakfast for us too?" the curls on his cloth mask betraying his wide beaming smile he could not hide.

6 looked to his left, to the silent 5 who knelt next to 6 quietly through this whole exchange and peeked over his hands into the window wordless.

"Neh, 5…?" 6 hawed.

5 turned his head to 6, stared for a moment then, without a reply, returned his gaze into the window. Hanging the same blank stare outwards.

"…"

When he was certain that no one was looking, only WE could see, 5 nodded his head quickly up and down. All this time making not a sound.

[When you are beside me…]

"Do you like what you see?" 3, the genius, dug his middle finger into the crevices in his eyes under his brass glasses.

"Good morning, 3." 1 replied flatly with crossed arms, visibly annoyed to live yet another day.

"Iii neeee…" 3 droned out, 'how wonderful', at the next instant put his hands into the creases of his pants pockets. "I have to admit, I am a bit jealous. Maybe, Ojyou will have some breakfast for us too?"

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That one sword, gleamed amongst the darkness – when I was a child, and I was forced to accepted death. Amidst the gray smoke and the red fireflies that tried to escape the sorrow of this MEANINGLESS LIFE. I was still so young then, when my home had erupted into flames. YET. There was only [one] thing that prevented HEAVEN from liberating me from this useless life. And that… That one memory – I will ALWAYS remember.

ALWAYS. Until the END of the world comes to visit me again… That memory…

A peculiar FIGHTING technique. As his house, his entire village laid in emolliated despair. A purple clad ninja stood in between HIM and a killer who would have taken his life at the next moment. The ninja in front of the boy sheathed both blades and put HIS fists in front of his face, then, slowly, in an awkward manner stretched out his left arm perfectly straight in a rigid line at his enemy, tucking the knuckles of his right hand a foot from his right chin.

"Kakkate KOI!" COME AT ME! The soft voice roared. A voice that engrained, permanently chiseled itself in the child's mind.

197X.

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"Uhgghh…" 1 grunted. Lost in some place even more peaceful.

…

"Huh." 3 grinned. Just like the same, his gleaming expression could not be hidden so easily by the mask that had imprisoned them all. "Do you want a girl friend too, 1?" 3 sneered.

"Ffffft…" 1 scoffed snobbishly but 3 was astute enough to notice that 1, his senior refused to look him in the eye.

"How about you try for the Captain?" 6 jeered, and we could not see it but his full toothed smile beamed so widely.

"You can try yourself if you want to." 1 looked up. "She will just chew you up – and SPIT your worthless body out like a bad meal."

"Boooooo." 6 scowled sourly, turning away.

3 leaned back onto the tree trunk behind him and only kept to himself, tucking his hands in his elbows and breathed out lightly.

Sometimes… I forget to breathe when I am standing next to you…

3 – just as he always did pushed his brass spectacles up the bridge of his nose with his right middle finger. Simply watching as 1 stood in front of him – and even as the older boy, 1, said nothing, his weakness, was that, by staying silent, he already said too much. Here. In this place…

because, you are perfect…

…

197X.

"What am I going to do with this kid?!" The one ninja guard shrugged his shoulders helplessly, absolutely perplexed. "He has been here since last night. He just will not leave!" and it was already afternoon.

"Agh! Just call what, what was her name? That… that girl already!"

"Heh!" a third ninja came up from the crowd. "Call her."

"Ca… Captain Masao….?!"

"What do you want boy?" Masao jeered. To which the small boy looked him in the eye, his clothes torn and burnt and his face smeared with soot, but refused to speak to anyone but 'that woman'. "This will be easy… I can tell." Masao chuckled.

Even a monkey knows that he has already 'chosen'.

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You will realize early on… that we are all responsible for EVERY life we TOUCH.

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With her dimples and puckering lips glowing in glee, Ojyou walked into the room, her smile beamed so wide.

He continued rotating the one arm in its socket then switched hands and stretched the other side of his body. Eiji tilted his head to the side as far as it would go before it would dare break and fall off. Without opening his eyes he said, "Look what the cat drug in…"

With both her palms on her lap, Ojyou bowed low, "Good morning Mister Eiji!" The slave girl said once again – she was absolutely beside herself and could no longer think straight. Her face glowed with extreme unbridled joy. The small girl was in such gleeful elation she could not help but wipe her tears with the back of her right hand. "Eiji-san…" She cried. "Tsui ni…"

Finally…. After probably near 12 days in a coma, we had lost track.

"It took you long enough." Eiji swatted both hands in front of him and snobbishly covered his face with the newspaper and buried himself in the mass of words, still not caring about anything else. "It is almost a hundred chapters now, boy."

With a twisted face that Eiji could not see over the newspaper that he put over himself, the hero huffed, after days and almost two weeks of darkness his lungs barely could keep up to normal function.

"Ugh. Kuso-Jiijii..." You shitty old man, Iori Yagami said.

Iori tucked his hands in his pajama pockets and hunched his spine back, cracking each vertebra with every curling angle of motion. This story was named as such – and mayhaps it had forgotten- that Iori Yagami was the hero of this story!

"Did I... 'kick – your ass?' too badly?" Eiji said each word in measured doses, still unfamiliar with that manner of speech. "I thought I would die an old man before I would see your face again." Straightening the newspaper in front of him again aloofly out of habit and for effect.

"You fucking old man."

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"Master Iori!" Yamashita stood up and immediately bowed down.

Iori looked at the ninja and only let out a grunt, waving his hand in front of his face.

"It is so good to see you well again, Master." Yamashita greeted. "Please…" She collected her plate and utensils, put it in the sink and walked around the table. She bowed gain when she passed Iori Yagami and when Iori made eye contact she shuffled her head and continued her pace out of the kitchen.

"Ugh." Eiji snarled again in disgust, clearing the viscous phlegm that collected in his dry morning throat. Looking away from Iori and paying the young master no heed.

"Iori… IORI!" Billy shouted in surprise just as Iori sat in front of the full plate of food in front of him. Billy Kane stood to a stand, his face could not help but crack into a smile. "Are you okay? How are you? Iori… Are you feeling…" Billy continued to stammer.

"Shut up!" Iori did not even bother to look up and snarled.

"Iori…" Billy… "Iori are you…"

"Shut he HELL UP! FUCK!" Iori clawed both his hands into his forehead, groaning, his entire body was screaming from a hangover brought about from over a week of darkness.

"Hey…" Billy pushed his chair back and took a step towards Iori. "Hey man, I just…"

"Can't you FUCKING understand?!" Iori screamed, digging deeper. "I said shut the FUCK up! SHUT UP! Do you SPEAK ENGLISH!?"

Eiji swatted the newspaper up taught once again.

"Mister Billy…" Ojyou…

"Fuck. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Billy threw his teacup into the near wall by his left, shattering it into little pieces. His precious milk tea streamed across the counter and dripped over the edge.

Billy stormed out the kitchen.

"Gochisousama." Thank you for the meal. Yamashita walked out the room into the living room.

Sitting down at his chair, Iori's fingers parted and through the cracks he looked through – at the other side what met him was Ojyou's face. Absolutely caught by surprise Ojyou's gaze was something he had never seen before. The slave girl trembled in place, her face was absolutely beet red. "Ma… Mas… Master Io… Iori…"

What? What.

"How... how COULD you?!" Ojyou screeched, curling her fists feverishly on her sides. "Every day. Every day… Mister Billy!" Ojyou put her fists in her eyes in shame, "Every day, do not you know, he woke up at 5 AM and changed your bandages. He was so worried about you. How could you… be so cruel…" Ojyou turned round and ran out the room in tears.

…

With his right hand, Eiji took another sip of his coffee.

"Oooogh." 6 curled his arms in, pulled his body back and contorted in a puckered sour expression while looking in the window.

…

Silence, then… nothing.

Silence… then…

Nothing.

"FUCK!" Iori threw his coffee cup into the wall, littered with small inch tile squares that was a remnant of interior design from a decade past, and kicked his chair back. "FUCK!" He swatted his full plate of breakfast off the table into the floor and walked out the room in a fit of uncontrollable, trembling rage.

With his right hand, Eiji took another sip of his coffee. The old man folded his newspaper into fours in front of him and looked around the now empty room.

"Haaagh…" He sighed. "Looks like you 'screwed' that up, boy." Eiji laid his fork and knife parallel over his clean plate and put it into the sink, "Goshisousama." 'Thank you for the meal', he said to himself, before he took his turn and walked out the kitchen too.

It was a morning just like each and every, and any other.

We are HERE.

During a time we will one day forget, when the world ends, in a moment the future, those foolish children we coddled and cherished, those whom we treasured so so much, will eventually think it so very inconsequential in the end.

Chapter 99: We are Perfect.

Here.

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"Fuck! That fokin' tosser!" Billy hemmed and hawed, stomping each foot as he made his pace to the bathroom. "Just what the fuck is wrong with…" Billy twisted the doorknob and slammed the door open.

In the small half bath Billy looked in and to his surprise someone else was looking back at him straight on.

"…" Billy stood mouth gawking open wide, absolutely stunned and had forgotten what was happening just a second ago.

Yamashita sat at the seat in front of Billy and at the sudden commotion she squinted her eyes in confusion "Hugh…" Yamashita cracked her neck unconsciously left then right, perhaps to mimic Eiji and so very slowly looked up in a lethargic gaze. A horribly peculiar situation indeed, with her pants at her ankles and her knees turned apart in a way far from modest, the Ninja Captain looked up at the British boy without a care, save for an indifferent gaze.

"A.." Billy gasped breathless. "Aaaaggggh…." Voice trembling, he felt the edge of the toilet door on his back when he retreated unconsciously. "Agh.. Yama… Yamacha…" Billy looked down, then instinctively cocked his head up, his face now absolutely fire engine red. Billy immediately forced his gaze up and locked his vision to Yamashita's eyes and ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ELSE.

"Haagghhh…" Yamashita groaned, turning to her right and rolled a clump of tissue in her hand then put her elbows on her knees. Slumped over she sighed once again. "Hahgh…" For solid effect. "Mister Billy…" Yamashita said.

"YES SIR!" Billy pushed his entire body up to the wall as hard as a wooden board and looked up to the ceiling.

"May I finish?" She asked.

"Yes!" Billy closed his eyes, seeing nothing else but the dark black that waited for him in the back of his eyelids. The seconds that passed felt like entire lifetimes, Billy could feel every section of his spine tense up and lock up HARD and COLD when he pushed his body deeper and deeper into the wooden edge of the door behind him. "I'm sorry… I am so sorry… I.."

[…and – as every indiscriminate day became identical as every other, we simply laughed – because we were STILL here.]

After a few moments, Billy mustered enough courage to open his eyes. With every moment, the sound of Billy's neck made a horrendous sound when it dared ratchet back into the bathroom.

"Yamash…" Billy began to say with the cracking voice of a young boy who just knew that he was about to feel the savage beating well deserved. "Ya…?"

Billy's eyes opened now, and in front of him was an empty toilet seat, the water already swirling mid way into the flush.

Billy turned his head up, but the only thing to greet him was the rusting sound of curtains swaying in the wind – behind it was an open window. The gurgling end of the toilet flushing made it seem like nothing had happened.

On rails, Billy's spine slid down the wall of that small bathroom ending with him sitting down flat on his bottom on the floor. "HHHHHHHggggagh." Billy sucked in for air desperately, now that it was all over.

Billy had already almost forgotten what he had come to this bathroom for.

"Focking why can't you learn to use the fockin' door you focking bitch," he said.

…

Could it be, 'are we perfect?' – just like the things they wanted to see?

A window was open, welcoming the breeze that seemed to trap us – yet, set us free…

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