The Colour Purple Chapter 130: the Small Town of Jericho, a king of fighters fanfic

The Colour Purple... The King of Fighters '95

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]

Agh… If I cannot turn back time – then I simply have to push forward. [Zealousy] and [Regret] are inevitably two edges of the same sword; when you can no longer apologize.

{A. So this is what it feels like}, that, she thought to herself. IN the end, {to kill a man you [HATE] more than you [LOVE] yourself.}

IT is an UNBLOCKABLE attack. Plain and simple.

You've seen what [it] can do to that tree… A clean body blow will render a fully-grown man unable to control his facilities; a time altering SHOCK to the central nervous system. But, using the KYOKUGEN HISSATSU SAIKYOU OUGI directly to the head of your enemy may cause permanent brain damage... Tell me. Do you HATE someone that much to attempt that?

Though at times, I do wonder to myself… IF we had met under different circumstances, or if we had made a different choice – could our relationship have turned out differently?

…

YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE, WHO FOUGHT ME AS AN EQUAL!

Newton's law will always exist. Here. My Friend.

OH, but it's all over now. Between YOU and I.

…

"Are you sure little girl? In order to deliver the ultimate attack – you have to sacrifice something very precious."

Everyone in this story is bound by physical rules. And in order to create gravity or mass for HOU KEN, to will it so from [nothing], Kyokugen had to sacrifice another form of energy in exchange. Conservation of mass. However this time – in order to create a power that would match nuclear fisson, in exchange for her body's mass, which was not enough compensation, she instead had to…

In a large, pure white room so bright and blinding – so bewildering she could not even see the ground - that it seemed like she was floating in mid air, the 7 year old Yuri could not even make out the shape of that boy's voice that stood in front of her at the opposite end. Perhaps, is this what [Heaven] looks like? And even if I humour myself and consider this place, [Heaven], THEN who is that voice talking to me, asking me this simple question?

"But, if you agree… then I promise that I will fulfill my part of the bargain." IT sneered a wide Cheshire cat grin that spanned ear to ear. Each triangular, spear shaped tooth interlocking within its crests and valleys.

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DO YOU KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE WORDS [LOVE] and [HATE]?

They are both 4 letter words. Have the same number of vowels and consonants. While there is no fast and solid rule, people tend to say "Love" with a slow, drawn out warm tone, while "Hate" is uttered with a terse, sharp quickness – as if one wanted to speak the word HATE as quickly as possible and hear it no more…

But is "Hate" such a horrible word? If you think about it, the paths of selflessness and obsession – what each word takes may differ, but are really quite similar in nature… and could you believe…?

However… what if you tried saying "Hate" slowly, casually, and with a warm, lingering feeling. If you did that, would you not think those two words could be one and the same?

…could I be able to reason with you, and make you believe that even though these two words may take different origins, they could in fact, end, in the same destination? Here.

…

It has become plain to see that both of us have the same goal. Both of us are [heroes] rushing to sacrifice our lives just to save her – each, according to our OWN unique conviction; and if KING, a sleeping beauty, were to open her eyes now, she would certainly confuse us both and wonder which one of us was her true prince.

We may have started out in opposing axes, but in the conflicting finality of it all we somehow, despite our well-meaning intentions, haphazardly ended up in the same game ending. This feeling of hatred FOR EACH OTHER came to a conclusion, which is indeed one and the same.

And even if we both indeed originated from different places, and if we both sincerely believed that our cause was true and our plight was just – how easy is it to truly determine WHICH ONE OF US was GOOD and which one of us is EVIL?

If you think about it – the princess would likely accept either. So the only difference is – which one of us has a more VIRTUOUS CONVICTION!

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"Yes, I [hate] you that, very, very much."

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A CELESTIAL CANON. An explosion of blinding light! Just an inch from hitting its target HOU KEN exploded into a world of blinding light, that surely even Clark's sunglasses could not shield him from the sudden supernova or bright, white, darkness.

Then stranger to them, Eiji looked up. Kyo looked up, Joe, Ryosuke and then Takuma, who were slave to a sleepless night. They were left however with a confusing trance, wondering if that starburst was real or simply an illusion.

Just for half a second, in that dark midnight blackness, the world had erupted in light from that rooftop. No one would notice it but for a second the night sky pretended it was mid morning from that explosion… then, it was dark once again.

…

Yuri gnashed her teeth into each other; she instinctively knew that if she did not shut her eyes right this instant, as she did now feverishly, and if she did not look away…

Clark tilted back in disbelief, just barely as the clawed petals of that ebony rose was about to devour his head, inching from the back to the front, sinking its thorns into his flesh pulling him rearward. The hungry claws could not protect him in time, just as he thought it was going to end the story… that now had become without my knowing, become 20 years long.

…

Yuri blinked her eyes once, then twice…

But all she could see was a plain sheet of white with only slight and hard to discern shades of gray – just when night had immediately turned to day. Even when she was able to look to the side and behind her and at the last moment, all the girl was able to see was a blinding light.

The teenage girl humoured herself, and wondered… is this what [the heaven] really looks like? Was everything I did in life – just to come to this conclusion?

This is mayhaps what every single soul in this world had to ask themselves at least once. WHAT distinguishes you from every other person in this horrible world. The perception of depth was absolutely useless here, because this calming peace of white seemed to span forever.

…and finally, it was all over; a cool wash rushed through her body when Yuri's fist pointed upwards and forwards – TO END IT ALL.

{A. So this is what it feels like}, that, she thought to herself. IN the end, {to kill a man you [HATE] more than you [LOVE] yourself.} That is what it means? Denied the satisfaction of hard knuckles embedding themselves into your enemy, Yuri had to find solace in this deux ex machina – a sudden and unreasonable resolution to conclude her agony - so this – is the ULTIMATE ATTACK Master warned me of. It is so sad, that YOU have to lose – Clark Steel.

You and I. Eventhough we both thought our justice was true. In the end. A stark blinding white blinded us – and we were left here.

The RAIN touches all.

A pair of precious, plastic sunglasses twirled slowly in the air, only to be lost.

…without prejudice.

The END…

…

[No.]

"No…" I don't think so…

"A." Again and again that sound…

"Here, try them on, son…" Knight said.

Once again, eventhough he treasured IT more than life itself, he could not help - those precious sunglasses, of plastic frames and acrylic lenses hit the ground to echo her FINAL ATTACK, so far, so very far far away, perhaps never to be found again. From within the thick quagmire of white glue, FIVE fingertips emerged. Though she could not see, Yuri could plainly understand with distinct clarity through her blindness…

WHAT?

WHAT. IS. HAPPENING.

From within the darkness of the hungry light, and penetrating through the diamond white flash a large hand emerged and like a HUNGRY, a RAVENOUS BEAST once again a taloned claw wrapped itself over the front of the young girl's head – snapping with sudden – forceful – instantaneous – impact. Its fingertips drove itself into the outer reaches of her skull in five distinct places, like steel spikes into a rock face.

YOU. He said to her.

YOU. The KING said to her.

YOU. The WORLD said in due turn.

"You…" Clark's voice said…

You are not the one. That, you have to understand.

Due to the rules, her body was now barely, in this exact instant, barely 20 pounds now…

…

Using the KYOKUGEN HISSATSU SAIKYOU OUGI directly to the head of your enemy may cause permanent brain damage.

I believe. EVERYTHING happens for a REASON.

"…even after all I've DONE to you." King's voice cracked, holding back tears valiantly. "You still… you still… fight for…" I… I am SO, so sorry. Though deep inside, her soul wrapped it's hands over her face driving her, drowning King forcefully into the deep depths of the abyss in an uncontrollable nervous breakdown. Where there is great wailing, and gnashing of teeth.

The END of La Bizarre Love Pentagon – part 44.

I told you… "Your TRICKS will NEVER work on ME, little girl." Clark retorted.

…

How… IN THE DARKNESS.

"Everything… happens for a reason, Clark, THIS I believe." Knight reminded.

All I ever wanted. All I ever needed. Is HERE. Words are MEANINGLESS… Little girl.

ENJOY THE SILENCE.

…

A 16 foot crocodile easily weighs a standard US ton, 2000 pounds. Its unmatched biting force is measured at approximately 16,460 newtons or 3,700 pounds per square inch. Contrast that with a human biting down into a medium rare steak at 150 psi. It was something like that.

If you were willing to KILL me. Then, you cannot blame me for retaliating in like kind.

Just as Clark's navy blue hat hit the ground, WHAM!,

WHAM.

In three-peat, from different angles of attack, five piledrivers drove into Yuri's head and face with the ferocity to penetrate through skin, flesh and bone – hurtling her back with such a hammering force her arms and legs flailed flaccidly forward like flimsy paper streamers.

Yuri could barely see and the curtains of Clark's fingers that obstructed her vision. As she wondered exactly WHERE she went wrong, asked herself what was happening, in between the vertical slats in front of her face, she looked forward with the last bit of clarity and focused her vision at Clark's enraged visage. And when Yuri did, in that split-second instant, the girl zoomed into her [natural enemy's] face and came to the realization. {A. HOW…?} and, as did Adam and Eve realize when they bit into the fruit of the tree of knowledge, she understood.

Yuri understood when she looked at Clark and Clark looked back at her sternly in the dark moonlit twilight – how the balance of power between them was irrefutable, and futile.

{HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!? YOU ARE B…}

{The difference between our powers has now become plain and clear,} Clark proclaimed silently – so if you will not submit to REASON – then I will simply have to just KILL you.

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"AAAYUGHH!" With a sudden and constant beat of steps, Clark burst forward in a mad dash with his right arm extended, his entire hand gripping hard onto the girl's face – and Yuri's body flailed in the air like a tattered rag doll – only to finally hit fast and hard solidly back into the already deformed aluminum electrical box behind her, leaving another hard indent of her cranium into the sheet metal. The balance of power was utterly succinct despite all their drawn out introspections. Clark's torso lurched forward utterly unfazed by any sort of guilt or regret - reveling in the crunching sound of the alloy box bending to his will and at his desire.

Clark's sprint had instantaneously spanned 20 yards in a single instant, and this could only happen because…

{Your fighting attack…} Clark mused silently. {Renders your body WEAK, at the last instant!} He thought. {This was the reason I was able to be able to carry Yuri a clear 20 yards back with only one hand gripping her head.} Back. Back into the aluminum box from where she once was imprisoned. The final impact of her skull rendering her brain into mush, clinging desperately at threads.

…

"A." Did I? I thought I had won? I thought I did right.

…

The back of Yuri's skull seemed to want to fracture and crush into little bits like the white shell of a hard boiled egg hurled to a tiled countertop. A mixture of blood and saliva streamed a sludge out of her mouth again.

…

How much time had I wasted? Here…? In this WORLD?

How much TIME had I WASTED! She shrieked in silence. In defiance.

"Hey… Do you think," Yuri recalled herself asking. Even though she had cajoled herself to not do so, but she did anyways. Yuri looked at King from far away as the woman was immersed in her chores from the opposite side of the wooden bar. "Hey do you think that…" Yuri swerved her face to her right side, but for some reason she could not remember and all that was left in her memory was a man with his face cloaked in shadow looking back. For some reason, I don't remember. All I remember was the feeling of unease if he were to refuse my advances – if he refused me when I offered him my feelings.

But, I was too afraid to ask HIM. I was too afraid to ask HER, HE thought. BUT he was a man, why could he not instead look to me and say… say that… If somehow we could somehow free ourselves from this prison. What if. What if… we had chosen differently. If…

If I told you I THINK I LOVE YOU, earlier. Would it have been different?

If I told you I THINK I HATE YOU, earlier. Would it have been different?

If I had not been afraid of what MY response would have been…

THEN perhaps our lives would have turned out so WONDERFUL and GRAND… and we would not have to spend dark, cold, and lonely nights… wondering to ourselves…

…how things would have changed…. And COULD have been…

…

"Really?" Love and compassion? Friendship? To give up on hatred!? Was THIS your answer, Yuri? Did you think that, and that, and THAT could give the world a long lasting peace? A peace that would end all war? "No. Not for children like HER, and like ME."

At 4 am in 1993,

And though you came very close to steering her away, as the 'KING and I' have fought even stronger opponents than you, we do not regret, because that was what we wanted to do. It was what WE were BORN to do. In order to END all WAR. And see our JUSTICE to the end.

{So tell me, what will you leave in your final moments?} Clark thought.

ENOUGH of this game. This match has gone on for 4 rounds too long already.

Clark let go of the grip of his right hand over Yuri's face, and with his left hand, swerved clockwise forward to grab a fistful of her hair, prying her head from the crumpled jaws of that thin sheet of alloy metal, and without a pause, turn around…

LET'S END IT.

Clark pulled her body in and SLAMMED her face into the mid height, metal transformer box in front of them mercilessly. ONCE. WHAM! Then, pulling her head by the hair, again TWICE – WHAM!

A bitter disgust washed over Clark's gut when he threw Yuri's limp body to the side. He spat out the nasty tasting vomit that had developed in his mouth like POISON.

With her body now splayed on the ground, Clark took a steady slow pace forward before leaning down to grab a fistful of Yuri's hair with his left hand, feeling a slight tension and bit by bit realizing that the weight in her body was slowly coming back to reality.

Clark curled his right arm sharply, wrapping it around the back of the girl's neck before driving his knee into her midsection. With Clark's left hand around Yuri's wrist, wedging his thumb under hers to lock it, he TWISTED her arm mercilessly in the opposite direction in a way it was not designed to go. Now a brittle frail branch twisted in ways it was not supposed to go, Yuri's right arm and hand had snapped in two places, in grotesque fashion behind Clark's head. Soliciting the final death knell from her and with Clark's right foot in the same upward hammer motion kicked forwards and upwards.

At the last strings of consciousness, with drowning tears in her eyes, Yuri, driven to the edge of madness and sanity, could no longer feel pain. {A! This…}

…

Before Nana could object, Clark, in one smooth and easy motion had tucked the toes of his left boot under the black leather couch. Clark wrapped his right hand over the one armrest and with one quick kick, tilted the immensely heavy piece of furniture break grip from inertia and flew clockwise. "HuuUrgggghhhh!" Clark snarled veins on his neck were about to pop but that did not stop the man from shifting back with all his might. In the next instant the couch was resting perfectly vertical on Clark's right shoulder with his left hand at the support.

Nana simply stood there gawking wide eyed at the spectacle of Clark balancing what could well have been a hundred pounds on his one shoulder with only the slightest bit of teetering. The heavy leather sofa as floating in mid air perfectly upright above Clark's shoulder. (69)

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A. And Yuri's body petrified like a board unable to move from the sudden and sharp blow to her diaphragm – was perfectly straight from the sudden shock.

Clark heaved and Yuri no longer had the consciousness to scream at the multiple snaps of her right arm. Yuri felt the life being sucked out of her, and though valiantly, she could no longer feel her heels. She couldn't feel the ground anymore, and her head was getting light. Before she knew it, Yuri was up in the air. She was suspended straight up over Clark's shoulders, in the perfect position for a suplex. Clark's hand locked itself around Yuri's neck, and his other held her broken arm, holding her upside down in mid air.

"Call out to anyone. No one can save you now."

…

They say that when you're close to death, SSCCCHHRRGHHHKKK…. you can see your life flash before your eyes. Suspended in mid air, bleeding from almost every facet of her face, Yuri just lost all will to go on. Clark balanced Yuri over his head as if she weighed nothing.

Yuri wanted to call out, call out to anyone. Eventhough you've fooled yourself all your life, there's got to be one moment, one moment where you have to be true. Filled with despair there was only one hope, a wish that someone would come and save her. Just like a fairy tale, just like a perfect love story.

Clark tightened his grip on Yuri's neck and let his feet fall in front of him.

SSCCCHHRRGHHHKKK…. Even once again – the flow of time changed. When the story was rewritten.

There was only one thought in Yuri's mind... One fundamental thought... {I... I don't want to die...} Throbbing in her brain like a hammer of God, and at the final moment she cast all her faith.

"!" Yuri screamed.

But this time, she thought, Yuri felt a pang of déjà vu – about how this story had been different, but THIS time – rewritten – Her mind was blank, and she said nothing.

Then, a bludgeoning slam. In a twinkling it was over. Clark let his legs give way, allowing his body fall like a missile straight down, with the top of Yuri's skull leading the way.

…

and then.

With the entire force of Clark's and Yuri's bodyweight slamming down, this was the END.

The DDT.

It was done.

Her scream was silent indeed, just at the exact moment when the immediate impact turned her world into BLACK, and Yuri need not be concerned anymore, if this place was neither heaven nor hell.

…

Clark hoisted himself to his feet and gazed upon Yuri's lifeless, unmoving body. Blood seemed to seep from the back of Yuri's cranium.

"It's over isn't it?" Clark said limply. SCHHRK. Still frames linked with each other erratically – like a torn and crumpled video cassette.

With a terse sigh, Clark grabbed a fistful of Yuri's collar – dragging her… Yuri's dirty face ripping across the concrete, and when he found himself at the edge, hoisted her to the edge of the roof. Clark looked over the edge and then at Yuri's now unmoving body.

"Who's going to save you now, Yuri. You screamed out, yet NO ONE CAME?"

…just like me. NO ONE CAME FOR ME.

So it's come to this.

Clark hunched his body back to throw Yuri off the edge of the roof of La Bijoux.

No one came for me. No one pitied me. No one saved me… So, why should it be any different for you?

Just as Clark was about to will his biceps to hurl the small girl's body off the edge of the roof of La Bijoux that dark twilight, He felt a peculiar feeling.

SCCHHREEGHHHRRRKK….. a static hum. From an old video cassette from the 90s.

The camera rotated, focused down to the back of Yuri's head then up Clark's arm, round and round into his eyes – then shifting to the side - the plane of focus started from close on Clark's face to far away into the dark behind the man.

"A... A…" A, Clark whispered, much like a light laugh. THIS was a sensation, a feeling he was so very familiar with. He knew and was indeed familiar with that dark, raging, fighting feeling, a dark black aura that emanated behind him like a deux ex machina.

Don't do it.

A dark shadowy silhouette stood behind the man. The man. In the outer darkness, truly apart from time – like gunslingers in an old time movie, Clark's back faced a God he knew so very well behind him, but at this time, there was no reason to turn around.

"King." I know you're there. Clark sneered, not even looking back as he said. With a wide beaming snarl – like a MADMAN. "But it's too late, King." Clark curled his arm up.

Chapter 130: the Small Town of Jericho

"HIN… SHIPUKEN!"

Clark instinctively looked to turn to the side.

[LA GUILLOTINE.]

Clark only saw a white size 10 lace up leather shoe smash into the back of his neck and mercilessly into his face. The force of the hit threw both him and Yuri backwards, away from the edge of the roof.