This fanfic conflicts with my others, so don't try to blend much of the storyline, 'kay? But individually, it retains the street fighter story lineage.
The morning sun slowly rose above the mountaintops. The birds began their illustrious chants. However, young Hibiki was not as positive as the day was turning into. He knew this was the day. No real anger nor joy filled his chest, just anxiety as to what the outcome was to be. "Good morning, son!" Go Hibiki said to his son, whiskfully opening the window shudders to let the sun intrude on Dan's sanctuary. Sloppily rubbing his eyes and tasting his morning breath, he melancholily responded, "Morning, Dad." "Get dressed son, this is the day that I've been waiting for for weeks." "Yeah, yeah, let me just grab my gi." Dan stumbled to his feet as his dad left to begin his morning stretches and yoga. He shuffled over to the other side of his room to grab the nice new uniform that his dad just bought for him last week. Dan just turned 16 and was his dad's pride and joy. Sadly, their mother passed away about three years ago from cancer and Go has been taking the brunt of the responsibility since. Honoring his deceased wife, he vowed never to marry again, and Dan was glad. He slipped into his still new white gi and rushed outside with his dad. "C'mon son, we have an hour until the fight. Get in gear!" "O.k., let me just put on my shoes. So, both being outside, they began their morning jog.
"So, son, what's on your mind." "Uh, nothing. Just worried about the fight today." "Don't worry Dan," giving him a reassuring smile, "I have trained long and hard for this fight. I can't lose. I WON'T lose." Dan returns a faint smile. But deep inside Go knew that this was going to be no easy picnic. The year was 1986, and this was the first official Street Fighter's tournament of the world, and he knew not of his next opponent, nobody did, until it was too late. The clock struck 7 and they had a half hour to get their. Back at the house, both finished their beef and potatoe breakfast and were washing up. Dan's appearance was still somewhat melancholy. He really had a bad feeling about this. But, his dad was one of the few contestants to make it into the quarter finals. Sure, this was very respectable in all areas of martial arts, but why did he feel so pessimistic? He gets a light tap on the back of his head, "Let's go son, the rik shaw is waiting outside for us. "Uh huh," Dan responds, "let's go." Little did he realize that today was not the day to be up for. But then again, fate is inevitable.
Coming up upon the great arena, Dan's face turned from sad to joy fast. "Wow, what a huge place!" He says in enthusiasm. "Yes, son, it is", his dad complies. His son's glowing face only gave Go more satisfaction in his gut. They got off the cart and walked toward the fighters' entrance. "Registration, please", a tall dark man told Go. Shuffling through his duffle bag, he found the crumbled paper. The man carefully looks at it. He looks behind him to look at the chart to see when and who Go would fight. "Les see, hm", scrolling his finger up and down the chart. It stops at Thailand's champion Muay Thai fighter. The scrawny man's face shows a bit of concern, "Oh, boy. I don't know about the odds on this." "What did you say?" "Oh, oh nothing, Mister Hibiki. Go right on in with your son." "Thank you." Slipping into his uniform, he starts his warm-up on the puhching bag. "Dad?" "Yeah, son?" "When do you go?" "I am up first this morning. In about twenty minutes." "O.k." Dan takes a seat on a chair and watches his dad work that bag. His face full of concentration. His muscles beginning to perspire and loosen. "Five minutes, Hibiki, then your up," a strange man announces. Dan's stomach began to turn. His head now hurt a bit. Completing a last spinning roundhouse, Go wipes the sweat from his forehead, "O.k. son, this is the moment." He regains all his attention and looks up. A smiling face looks down on him with a sweaty hand on his shoulder. Dan can only look up at him with a reassuring smile and say, "I love you, dad." Go, a bit surprised by the remark, hesitated for a moment but then responded while shuffling through Dan's dirty brown hair, "I love you too, son" and walked toward the arena. Dan went up the steps to the v.i.p section to look on. It was only about 10 feet off the floor and was the perfect viewing spot. Looking around, he could see and hear thousands of people chanting for their victor. The battle court in the arena was nothing but grass, trees, and dirt. However, each side had a solid metal surface to walk out on and to place any belongings. Suddenly, the audience quiets down and focus on the center of the arena, "Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to the first official Street Fighters tournament of the world. Today we begin the quarter finals" the announcer proclaims. The audience begins its mob screams again. Dan was the only one not participating. His only concern was the outcome of the fight. "In this corner, hailing from Hong Kong, China, Go Hibiki!" Those who favored him cheered their loudest. "A third degree blackbelt in Shotokan Karate and a disciple under the great Master Gouken!" His fans continued to cheer. The announcer continued, "And in this corner, hailing from Thailand, Sagat!" His fans now broke out in complete rukus. "A disciple of Muay Thai kickboxing and proclaimed champion of Thailand kickboxing." Go looked at his opponent in utter shock. A seven foot monster walked out of his side into the arena with overbuilt extremities and a rippling chest. Go only reached Sagat's chest standing up. Dan suddenly realized what all his anxiety was about. That! Now his gut was really working overtime. "Both fighters must bow." Go began to bend forward. As he came back up, only a face full of arrogance and contempt was staring down at him, teeth snared and all, "I do not bow! It is not my custom", Sagat says while staring into the eyes of his opponent. "Very well," the announcer says, "walk back twenty steps each and begin." Both took their respective steps, turned around, and embraced fighting stances. Go, with his side facing Sagat and left arm up front. Sagat, with his right leg extended 90 degrees and both arms extended almost completely straight. They waited for the bell, and, DING!
Both slowly walked toward each other. At about a ten foot distance, Sagat made the first move. He swung his large tree-trunk of a right leg at Go's left knee joint. He easily dodged it and retaliated with a jumping kick. It connected with Sagat's face and made him stumble back a bit, but was not shaken. Go continues with a straight punch that is blocked. Another left to the ribs, deflected. Sagat comes back with three dashing elbows, each connecting with Go's face. Dan was really beginning to worry now. Sagat continues with fast kicks to the shin and follows with a rising knee to Go's chest. Go is thrown back some feet and lands with a thud. He doesn't hesitate in getting up and comes in with a flurry of punches and palms to the mid-section. Sagat merely grins as he blocks his opponent's attacks. He then grabs Go's gi with his left arm and lunges him forward, connecting with another rising knee to the ribs. He finishes the combo with an elbow to the spine. Go drops right away, coughing up blood and mucus onto the grassy earth. The crowd gets near out of control with excitement. Dan is on the verge of crying now, "C'mon dad, get up. Get up." Luckily, Go did roll to the side to avoid a foot stomp. He immediately initiates a sweep to the back of Sagat's left knee, which stuns him. Then he gets up and comes in with a right cross to the kidneys, then a left. He uppercuts Sagat in the abdomen and swings around with a flying roundhouse. He gained enough height from the jump to smack Sagat just shy of his right eye. "Ughrr, my bad eye," he said to himself. Go then realized that Sagat's right eye was his weak spot, so he tried any and all attacks there. Sagat, in a rage, swung a huge right arm at Go, who knocked him back. He charged Go and took more swings at him. Go barely avoided them and dashed to the side of Sagat. He did a full roundhouse with the left leg and hit Sagat on the right cheek bone, then followed through with a right reverse roundhouse and hit it again. Sagat stumbled backwards, protecting his right eye from anymore abuse. Go, feeling some confidence now looked at his son and smiled. Dan immediately smiled back at him. He turned toward Sagat again, only to see him turn red with fury. He let out a huge yell and charged at Go like a bull. Not responding quickly enough, Go merely tried to deliver a low uppercut to Sagat's chin. That was the wrong thing to do because Sagat brushed it off and delivered a straight kick to go's chest. It sent him flying. Sagat continued his charge as Go got up, coughing and in a stupor. His fist, elbows and forearms started this armada of strikes that no one knew was even possible. Go was helpless in his defensive position and knew it was only a matter of instant before his defense was broke. It did. Sagat showed no remorse in his actions. Pummeling and beating his opponent lifeless. A countless barrage of forearms continued their pattern across Go's face. Sagat then grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in, his teeth gnashing each other. Go started to lose consciousness and only felt quick, sharp stings of kneebone into his stomach and ribs. Dan's face turned to horror as his dad could do nothing but take the punishment. His eyes welled up with tears and his mouth wanted to scream for him, but was unable to. Sagat only continued until he felt the warm sensation of blood flow onto his leg and body. He stopped and picked Go up by the head with the palm of his right hand. Go's face was unrecognizable, with blood, mucus and bone fragments distorting his face. The palm of Sagat felt all warm and toasty with the new kill on his hands. Go's body hang limp. Sagat spoke, "Now I finish this." Just before he initiated the final blow, Go's left arm swung up out of no where and connected with Sagat's right eye socket. It was a solid punch and his vision in that eye instantly faded. "Ahhhhh! Your bastard!" and with that he gave Go the hardest Muay Thai rising knee that anybody ever saw. DAAAAAAAAAAAAD!" Dan screamed out as his dad's body flew verically into the air, spinning. He landed face first and didn't move. "The winner! Sagat of Thailand!" His crowd cheered in victory. Dan jumped up and went toward his father, which seemed like forever. "Dad! Dad!! Wake up! Dad!" But no response was given. Dan checked for a pulse, but none was found. Tears flew from his eyes as he hugged his dead dad in agony. His head being cradled by Dan. Tears and uncontrollable sobbing was consuming him. He looked up at his nemesis and went over to him. Sagat was cursing himself for the pain in his right eye. "You bastard, did you have to kill him?" Sagat impudently looked down at the boy and spoke, "I am a kickboxer. That is my job, if it is so." "No you didn't you bastard" Dan continued with and threw a rock at Sagat's bad eye. He felt a surge of pain enter his head from the rock hitting. He picked up Dan by his neck, opened the top of his gi, and with his right hand's nails, scratched his chest like razor's, letting blood flow from where his fingers just were. He drops Dan and turns around and walks. Dan could only sit there and curse his disposition. He didn't even feel the throbbing of his chest, only the pain in his heart. Sitting there ignoring the crowd as it died down waiting for the medics to arrive, he couldn't imagine life without dad.
Suddenly, a familiar hand reaches for him. He looks up and sees his dad's sensei, "Let's go young Hibiki. You will stay with me for the time being. But first, we must take care of your dad and his future burial." Dan merely nods and gets up. Following the medics who had his dad, he felt a voice inside of him grow.
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