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Sep. 27th, 2006 08:47 pm"TatsumakiSenpuuKyaku!" He spun like a top, his leg battering at Gouken's guard.. Until the attack ended, as a wily Gouken swept his brother's foot out from under him as he came back to earth. Rolling with it, this man in the topknot came back up with a ferocious barrage of fists and feet. Left, right, right, kick, jab, fierce- when suddenly his onslaught was interrupted by a "SHORYUUKEN!" and the young redhead flew across the clearing.
He meant to take but a moment of rest before flipping back to his feet and returning to the fray, but- "GOUKI!" The fight was put on hold as the young woman who had been watching rushed to his aid. "Sayaka.." He mumbled, unaccountably embarrassed before the Master's daughter. "Don't speak, don't speak! You've done enough already." She spoke firm yet soothingly, cheeks a little more flushed than might have been expected, given the circumstances.
On the other side of the clearing, Gouken laughed and started to come over. "With a nursemaid like that, I'd be taking hits too!" His brother's words made him feel suddenly irritable, though he wasn't quite sure why. Shrugging off Sayaka's ministrations a little more gently than he meant to, the somewhat indrawn young man got himself up and met Gouken halfway. "Another one to you, Brother.. Do you have it in you to try again?" "Sure. I'm not the one getting beaten up!" replied Gouken cheerfully. "Not yet, anyway." 'Gouki' riposted with a wry upward twitch of the mouth.
Each taking a step back, they took up their stances again and set themselves.. When just then, a booming voice echoed through the clearing. "SAYAKA! GOUKEN! GOUKI! TIME FOR DINNER!" Both lowered their fists, one looking happy at the prospect of food and the other looking regretful to miss a chance to fight.. But they wrapped arms around each other's shoulders and headed back in, idly chatting.
"These practice forms feel so stiff and limiting; I can't wait until Master Goutetsu lets us use the real techniques!" "I don't know, Gouki. There's something about these styles that seems oddly.. right." Gouken looked thoughtful a moment, then grinned boyishly. "But hey, let's see if the Master will let us go into town tonight! The Ishikawas just got one of those new 'televisions' a couple weeks ago, and Ichiro said that we could watch it with them!" Turning to the wash bucket, the three cleanse hands and face, required for some reason before every meal. "I don't really see the point of those things. If you wish to see something that happens in another place, why not just go there and see it?" The more brooding young man muttered.
Gouken laughed as they walked up the steps to the dojo. "Oh, Gouki, you were born in the wrong era. Lucky for you that you've got me around!"
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The man once known as Gouki sighed, dragging himself up out of clinging memories. That was another time, another name, another man.. Taking back the necklace of prayer beads from the tiny obelisk raised over his Master's grave, Akuma set them back around his neck and began the long walk back to his training grounds.
He meant to take but a moment of rest before flipping back to his feet and returning to the fray, but- "GOUKI!" The fight was put on hold as the young woman who had been watching rushed to his aid. "Sayaka.." He mumbled, unaccountably embarrassed before the Master's daughter. "Don't speak, don't speak! You've done enough already." She spoke firm yet soothingly, cheeks a little more flushed than might have been expected, given the circumstances.
On the other side of the clearing, Gouken laughed and started to come over. "With a nursemaid like that, I'd be taking hits too!" His brother's words made him feel suddenly irritable, though he wasn't quite sure why. Shrugging off Sayaka's ministrations a little more gently than he meant to, the somewhat indrawn young man got himself up and met Gouken halfway. "Another one to you, Brother.. Do you have it in you to try again?" "Sure. I'm not the one getting beaten up!" replied Gouken cheerfully. "Not yet, anyway." 'Gouki' riposted with a wry upward twitch of the mouth.
Each taking a step back, they took up their stances again and set themselves.. When just then, a booming voice echoed through the clearing. "SAYAKA! GOUKEN! GOUKI! TIME FOR DINNER!" Both lowered their fists, one looking happy at the prospect of food and the other looking regretful to miss a chance to fight.. But they wrapped arms around each other's shoulders and headed back in, idly chatting.
"These practice forms feel so stiff and limiting; I can't wait until Master Goutetsu lets us use the real techniques!" "I don't know, Gouki. There's something about these styles that seems oddly.. right." Gouken looked thoughtful a moment, then grinned boyishly. "But hey, let's see if the Master will let us go into town tonight! The Ishikawas just got one of those new 'televisions' a couple weeks ago, and Ichiro said that we could watch it with them!" Turning to the wash bucket, the three cleanse hands and face, required for some reason before every meal. "I don't really see the point of those things. If you wish to see something that happens in another place, why not just go there and see it?" The more brooding young man muttered.
Gouken laughed as they walked up the steps to the dojo. "Oh, Gouki, you were born in the wrong era. Lucky for you that you've got me around!"
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The man once known as Gouki sighed, dragging himself up out of clinging memories. That was another time, another name, another man.. Taking back the necklace of prayer beads from the tiny obelisk raised over his Master's grave, Akuma set them back around his neck and began the long walk back to his training grounds.
