Lucifer
Sunday, February 08, 199810:56:05 PM
All disclaimers apply for characters like Ryu and Ken, song, whatever copyrighted things. Except for my story. Which is mine, mine, you hear me?
OPsong
How I Wish You Know
How many rains and storms
Together we went through countless difficulties
Why we never left this step
Why did God make you leave the game?
Too cruel
Letting you leave so lonely…
No matter where you are,
I want to talk about the things in my heart.
I have never cried for anyone before
I really miss the emphatic you
Return to the past
Scolding me a fool
Yelling at me
Tears.
This night dropping where?
I do not care a long time before already
But I really want you to know
The drunken me, on the road
Am crying.
Really want you to know
Pleading the wind to tell you for me
But the wind is laughing
No matter how hard I shout
You'll never hear my cries…
Song by Noodles Cheng… Ahhh…! (Ask Randall to show you enthusiasm… heh heh heh…J )
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Lonely Way
Silly me. I set the beer aside. You had been my best friend, my supporter. You scolded me; you rebuked me so that I would change.
I had been silly, a total fool. I was too naive, and when I learnt about the facts of life I tried to escape. I am escaping now, through beer. You had left, leaving me all alone. You were all alone then, too. You had been lonely, and so was I. But though loneliness is a friend of mine now, I miss the times when we were together.
Ken…
Remember how we had gone through everything? When we had to stop Vega? We fought side by side, remember? And Chun Li? Cammy? T. Hawk? Gouki? …Rose?
Today is Valentine's, an unofficial friendship day. I walk towards the road, and suddenly fall down. I try to stand up, but instead I fall again. I struggle for while, and end up on my back. I lie there, resigned, uncaring that at any given moment a car might come by and crush my bones. I think of you.
We were good friends; in fact, we could have died for each other if we wanted. Or dared. You had always been the happier of us, with a little bit of childish hint to your behavior. You were also the stronger of us. I had been through a lot, and probably it was that which made me weaker and more sensitive. When the difference in our age is only one year. Your smile made everyone happy, even though when everyone was down.
The most treasured smile, which I had lost a long time ago, is fading. Time had erased everything and only your eyes and your fading smile is all I have in my heart, and I am losing the only thing I have left of you—my memories.
Time was heartless.
I only hope you can think of me. Thick and thin we went through, but I do not know about time and distance. Still, no matter where you are, I want to tell you about my feelings.
I had never cried for anyone, not even our mentor. Whenever I remember how you encouraged me to go on forward, your yelling at me for being a total idiot, and your smile as a reward for success, tears would come and go.
Tears drop onto the concrete after soaking my skin and going through the headband which you gave me. The blood red headband, which had my blood, stained before. And yours.
I absent-mindedly finger the headband, and I really want to let you know that I am actually crying for you.
That how important you are to me, and how I cannot do without you. Please… God, if you are there, let him come back to me.
I had driven him away. His girl had left him, and he had turned to me. He was sad, and we had sat through the entire night looking at the sky, and proclaiming that our friendship would be the most important thing in the whole world. But… I had to start the quarrel.
I remember all the bad things too well.
Straight after that night I had managed to save a cat from the car, he was furious with me. I had gotten a few ribs cracked, but otherwise I was totally okay. He wanted me to go to the hospital, but I was reluctant. I knew he was caring, but I was stubborn. He had been afraid that he would lose me, then when I was okay he wanted to make sure I was okay. Whereas a part of me wanted to smile back and tell him that I was okay, most of me was irritated and I yelled at him. He was hurt, simple and clear. But he refused to let it show, and continue to make me go to the hospital. I conveniently punched him and he was shocked.
So was I. I never hit a friend unless it was friendly combat. Too late did I realize what deed I have done, but there was nothing I could do. I never got the words out of my mouth, and it wasn't long before he punched me in the face, and hit me over and over again, yelling "What's the matter with ya!". Finally, I lay there helpless, unable to move, not because of him, not because of any physical injuries, but because of something else. Besides a few bruises and some internal bleeding, everything was okay.
But not my heart. Not my soul.
He had left the next day, after receiving a challenge letter from somebody in Australia. Before he left, he never spoke to me, not even when I ran after him after he went through the immigration customs. I was stopped but I K.O.ed them anyway, and Ken only looked back at me, with something unfathomable in his eyes. I did not say anything, nor did he.
I was arrested and freed, and since then I was fighting aimlessly and with all sorts of people. I went in and out of jail many times, until the authorities got tired of me and completely ignored my breaking of law after considering that I was no real threat to the civilians. Everytime I would think of him, and cry.
A few years had passed, and the tears never ran dry.
Ken…
He had never communicated with me throughout the years.
Please, wind; pass the message for me… To Ken…
But the wind seemed to be laughing at my pathetic state, our broken friendship, everything… and me.
The cat, an evidence of what had happened, rubs against me. I stroke it for a while. Finally, my eyes really began to flood, not the few solitary tears, which had been going for the years. "Ken…!!" Subconsciously, I begin to shout, and yell for all I am worth. "Ken…! Ken…! Ken…!!"
Finally, I stop. No matter how hard I shout, you will never know how I feel.
A car, a speeding Mercedes Benz comes round the bend, the headlights blinding in the darkness. I feel my bones being crushed, my muscles being rendered useless. My vision begin to fade, as blood pours out of my mouth, my wounds, and I see a golden-haired girl coming out of the car and running towards me.
No… Not a girl. A guy. A guy who bears striking resemblance to Ken. A guy who has long hair. Disbelief creeps across his face and finally a lonesome tear runs down his smooth cheek, complete with a scar. "Ryu…?"
I manage to smile and say, "Sorry…"
The apology which I owed him for years.
The cat rubs against me, mewing in a pathetic voice.
I close my eyes.
Fleetingly, something touched my mouth. It is not my cat, I know. It was soft, like…
Like… Ken's lips. I open my eyes, and his lips leave mine. Finally, he picks me up and cradles me like a child. "This time you are going to the hospital."
And I do not argue with him.
Wednesday, February 11, 199810:50:57 PM
Lucifer
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Author's notes…
Ah… Actually I intended to let Ryu die, but he was too cute. Heh heh heh… This is written for Valentine's aka Friendship Day. Specially dedicated to Joline J. Lim. All the best to you no matter what happens, and I will always be here if you need me. And never give up.
And Randall. I learnt how to let go before I actually feel joy in loving you. Thank God. Still hope you love me.
Yeah… Ryu and Ken and the characters mentioned belong to Capcom™, etc… And the concept of everything else belongs to me, like I said, 'cept for the song meaning, but the translation's done by me.
Lucifer
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