This story contains content of a highly disturbing nature that may be offensive to some readers: including (but definitely not limited to: domestic abuse, rape, blood & gore, general violence, and torture. Please DO NOT read if you are likely to be offended! Vega's life is not a pretty picture!
Vega & other Street Fighter characters owned by CAPCOM. Victoria de Cerna & Marc Antoní Gauldera belong to me.
As the days and weeks passed, I learned more from Geki than in my life thus far. From him, I learned his secrets of speed and agility, adapting it to my own already quick moves. I was not able to vanish and reappear as he could, but I learned to move in the shadows and step softly almost as if I had.
I prowled through my urban jungle, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. The Japanese people did not notice me as I crept through the shadows. I had more freedom than ever—and it was exhilarating!
In the midst of such exhilaration however, Geki was keen on his promise to keep me on my toes by ambushing me while I went on my nightly missions. I remained undeterred and little by little, I could anticipate his moves and sense his presence.
It was one night during this time when Geki decided to reveal more of his life to me. We sat perched on a rooftop, overlooking the city.
“Geki sensei, why are you here?” I said and he looked me. “That is to say, what have you been doing here?”
“What ninjas do.” I rolled my eyes, and he sighed, staring off into the distance. “I once worked for the Kanzuki Zaibatsu.”
“Who are they?”
“The most wealthy and powerful family in Japan—perhaps the world.”
“I highly doubt they are as rich as I.”
“They are a powerful financial conglomerate and having such power meant they needed security. For the first time since the Sengoku era, they wanted their own ninja force—they tracked me down and asked me to train new recruits. I did...for a time. Soon, they had no use for me and I for them. They have a daughter; she is very haughty and can be cruel. She is very proficient in her own style of martial arts and I had always wished to teach her a lesson.”
“Is she pretty?” I asked, my eyes gleaming with excitement.
Geki scoffed, cracking his neck.
“You might say so. She is half Japanese so she has long blonde hair with brown eyes. She wears dresses that make her look like a doll but she is no fragile creature. Her beauty belies her strength.”
“I wish to meet her.”
“I do not know that you can handle Miss Kanzuki…” he said and I frowned at him. “But you can try.” he smirked. “I can take you to their estate. They are always having parties.”
“Hmmph. I know the feeling.” I snickered and he looked at me.
“It’s what we rich people do. I suspect it’s because the rich have little else to do but throw boring parties and spend money.”
“You do not like them?”
“Sensei, if you had gone to parties all your life, you would hate them, too. They are god-awful boring things, with all those social graces and putting on airs. My only refuge has been to take a girl to the corner somewhere and have my way with her. Otherwise, I would rather not go to such things.”
“Do you still wish to meet Miss Kanzuki and teach her a lesson?”
“Then you will go.”
“Yosh!” I exclaimed, my eyes filled with excitement. Geki had a decidedly satisfied look on his face.
The Kanzuki Estate was very large, much larger than I expected at least. The mansion itself had traditional pagoda shaped roofs; white with brown trim.
Geki had easily slipped passed security, knowing where each guard was stationed on the property. We crouched upon the roof and looked down. Sure enough, there was a grand party out on the deck. People dressed in all manner of traditional and western clothing.
I spied a girl in a bright red dress. It was cut short at the knee and flared out with a petticoat. She had blonde hair curled into old-fashioned ringlets, held back with a blue bow at the back of her head. She also wore fingerless leather gloves, something I found somewhat odd. I knew this had to be the Miss Kanzuki to which Geki had told me all about.
With a knowing nod at my teacher, I leapt forward, tucking my knees in and landing on my feet on the wooden deck. People gasped and I met her fiery gaze.
“You!” she cried. “Who do you think you are, crashing my party?”
I chuckled from beneath my mask and slowly removed it, a tendril of blonde hair falling in my face.
“I am Vega de Cerna, son of Alberto and Victoria de Cerna. Nobleman from Barcelona...and you are Miss Kanzuki, I presume?”
“I don’t care who you are, you are trespassing! But yes, I am Miss Karin Kanzuki.” she gestured toward herself.
I crossed my legs in front of me and bowed with my arms out in a dramatic flourish.
“I am pleased to meet you, Miss Kanzuki. Encantado.”
She folded her arms and scoffed at me.
“Well! If you are such a gentleman, I would have thought you had manners!”
I lifted my head slowly to look at her and I shifted my weight as I stood again, hand on hip.
“And you, Miss Kanzuki, who are you to question my manners?”
“Do you know what I do to uncouth louts like you? Seems like I should teach you some after all!”
I put on my mask and took my stance. She raised her arms and took her stance.
Analyzing her body language, I knew she would make the first move. Her red dress fluttered in the evening breeze and an amusing thought entered my mind—I knew how to humiliate her and bring this spoiled bitch to bay.
Miss Kanzuki began to charge at me but I kept my cool. Grabbing a white tablecloth from a nearby table, I waved it out in front of her as if she were a charging bull.
“Come, Miss Kanzuki! I will show you what kind of man I am.” I smirked as I continued to wave the tablecloth at her.
Barreling towards me, I stepped to the side, causing her to run passed me and nearly fall forward, catching her momentum.
The shocked crowd of partygoers gasped and some let out muffled laughs, trying not to let her hear them. I laughed at her and she turned back to me with a growl.
“No one humiliates a Kanzuki!” she cried.
“No one except me... and I intend to humiliate you more before this fight is through.”
“Not if I can help it! Didn’t your mother teach you not to hit women?”
I folded my arms and threw my head back with another laugh, choosing to ignore the slight against my beloved mother.
“I am not afraid of a little girl like you! You are a preening, weak creature and I will prove to you that’s all you are. That’s all every woman is.”
“Ha! Shows what you know, you bull-headed pig!” she spat.
With a flying leap, she kicked me in the head, knocking me back and before I could attack, she whirled around and elbowed me in the ribs, grabbing me by the wrist and flipping me over her shoulder. I felt the wind get knocked from my lungs as I was slammed onto the ground on my back.
The shock and pain ripped through me and I instinctively felt my mask to make sure that it was still secure on my face. To my relief it was, and so I flipped back up to my feet, ready to face her.
She let out a horrific cackle, bringing a hand to her mouth.
“What’s the matter? Never been beaten by a girl before?” she quipped.
“It’s not over yet, girly!” I hissed. “¡Adelante!”
I flew towards her in one graceful leap, swiping my claw at her torso. She was quick enough to dodge my hit but I remained resolute in my promise.
Thrusting at her, I swiped at her face and she stepped back. I smiled from beneath my mask. I would corner her and she would be trapped with no place to go. The more she backed away, the more I swiped my claw and kicked her in the head and torso. She began to stagger and I swept my leg under her the closer I drew to her. Miss Kanzuki landed on her back but she did not cower, as I expected; fire gleamed in her dark eyes and her mouth twisted in a scowl.
She bounded back up to her feet, launching a quick succession of blows at me. Her palm connected with my chest and she whirled around to elbow me and I flew back, a powerful force one again knocking me on my back.
I recovered quickly, rolling forward and coming up to swipe her jaw with my claw. Before she could close the distance, I surveyed the nearest wall of the mansion, diving off of it, my arms outstretched, my claw pointed directly at her.
With a cry, I fell upon her, knocking her back once again. Miss Kanzuki flew back up, her fist connecting with my jaw and the force again knocked me spiraling into the wall. I slumped down against it, coughing and catching my breath. I rubbed the back of my head and I knew a knot would form later.
The spoiled little bitch sauntered over me to me, her hand on her hip and a haughty smirk on her face.
“Had enough, pretty boy? I told you—nobody beats a Kanzuki!
I looked down to see my claws broken off and shattered. My hands shook with rage and I growled.
“You bitch! I am going to skin you!”
I steadied myself against the wall, slowly rising to my feet with a groan.
“Ha, try it!” she scoffed, folding her arms. I noticed one hand seemed to be covering a bleeding cut on her arm. I smiled to myself, carefully watching the blood drip on the ground.
“Aww! Poor little rich bitch is bleeding!” I snickered.
“Hmmph! It’s nothing. We Kanzukis are not afraid of a little blood! You, on the other hand...seem to be bleeding profusely!”
I looked down at myself and stifled a gasp. Exhaling, I was relieved to find that I only had minor cuts on my chest and arms and I ran my hand over my mask, wiping the blood spatter from it, shaking off my hand in disgust.
I swaggered towards her, smirking proudly and folded my arms.
“It is not mine, Miss Kanzuki.”
She groaned and fell to her knees.
“Are you feeling weak, my dear? Do you feel dizzy as the blood pours from your wounds?” I sneered.
“Kanzuki sama!” cried a Japanese man with dark hair and glasses and a suit that looked as if he were her butler. He rushed to her side, taking her by the shoulders and leaning her body against his.
“Shibasaki!” she wailed.
“We must get you help right away, miss.” he urged.
“Shi-Shibasaki,” she stammered, “It is only a little cut. Bring me my medic kit! Now, Shibasaki san!” she hissed. Dropping her gently to her knees, he gave a short, hasty bow.
“Ha-hai, Kanzuki sama!” and he ran off quickly, disappearing into the mansion.
She sat there on the ground, continuing to hold her wounded arm, giving me an evil glare. I chuckled at her.
“Weak! Weak little girl can’t lick her wounds so her butler does it for her!”
Miss Kanzuki continued to stare daggers at me, a look I had grown so accustomed to in my life, it did not even phase me.
“I learned how to tend to my own wounds from the day I was born! I never let the help touch me, such filthy creatures!” I chuckled with disgust.
“Weak girls like you don’t deserve to fight me! You do not even deserve to touch me!”
“Vega!” yelled a stern voice.
I whirled around to see Geki drop down from the roof behind me.
“Geki!” she exclaimed and I could see her seething with anger.
“I fired you! How did you get passed my guards?” she hissed.
“The girls were taken care of quite easily.” he replied, and I could see him smiling from beneath his mask.
“How dare you?” Miss Kanzuki cried struggling to rise to her feet as she held her arm. “Do you know much money security costs here? I will not let you put my guests in danger!”
“In fact, I do know how much your ninja girls cost—the same sum you failed to pay me before you dismissed me!” his voice rose angrily. “I have no intention of harming your guests; I have more honor than that. You, on the other hand…”
She grimaced and groaned, still struggling to stand.
“You bastard!” she screamed at him and her guests let out a collective gasp.
“You were always a spoiled brat! But...you need not worry, Kanzuki chan. I have already gotten my payment.” he replied, patting a bag tied on his hip. “I only wished to humiliate you as you humiliated me and it looks as though my protege has done a good job!” He patted my shoulder and I grinned proudly.
“Your father was right—you do not deserve to run the Kanzuki Zaibatsu.” he growled and then he glanced at me. “Vega san, iku yo!” he commanded and I nodded. Turning, we leapt up to the roof and disappeared into the night.