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over 1,500 illustrations throughout Street Fighter’s 30-year history.
She had tried to be sad when Frank died. She really did. She went to the hospital to identify him. She looked at his bent and broken body for a long time.
She’d been married to the man for a long time. Loved him once. But at that moment she felt nothing. Well, that wasn’t completely true.
She was free. Free from his condescension. Free from his judgement. Free from his mocking. Free from his lying. His cheating. His cowardice.
So this…this pain. This was something she wasn’t equipped for.
Everything hurt. Her head. Her eyes. Her heart.
Her heavy, dirty soul.
She was such a fool.
Every time Claire wiped the tears from her eyes, her cat, Adso, would lick the salt from her fingers. She rubbed the scruff behind the gray’s ears.
She was disgusted with herself.
She let herself hope. Albeit a little. But she had dared to hope. And that damnable solid, mahogany-haired, clever, sexy, decent man, when he realized what she had done, had looked at her with complete horror.
It was nothing less than she deserved.
How could she explain to a man who hunted murderers for a living why she did what she did? How could she explain that it was the only way to gain her freedom? Her self-esteem? Her worth? How could she explain that those things were worth a man’s life? It was impossible.
Curled into herself in the pitch dark of her room, she couldn’t stop the flow of tears. Slowly. Silently. Continuously. This was why she liked to be alone. This was why she preferred the dead.
The dead could not judge. The dead could not be disappointed. The dead didn’t care about her secrets.
The dead let her live.
His feet hit the pavement in a rhythmic pounding. It was late, and he really shouldn’t be running at this hour. But he was trusting that his 6′4″ muckle-sized frame would put off any would-be assholes. Besides, he needed the exertion. Needed to push himself into pain.
A different pain. A physical pain. He could bear that kind of pain.
He ran along the Thames, feeling the breeze off the water. The damp chill on his overheating skin.
One minute he’d held the world in his arms. Next, his arms were empty. He kept seeing her standing there. Panicked. Alone. Withdrawn.
He couldn’t find the words. Any words, to tell her it wasn’t her fault.
Instead he stood there like a eejit, and watched her run into her house.
It all made sense now. Why she became an M.E. Why she preferred to be alone. Why she didn’t date, or let herself get too close to a man.
Because she believed she killed her husband.
Except, she really didn’t. Logically, even if she had told Frank, he might not have listened. Even if he hadn’t gone out that night it may have happened the next morning. Just because she ‘saw’ it, didn’t make it her responsibility.
How he could he explain that this wasn’t murder? How could he explain that Frank’s accident was the result of his free will? That maybe Karma handed him that black ice for his lying, cheating, controlling, abusive behaviour? How to explain that Frank was a grown man who disregarded his life, and his wife when he drove out into Mother Nature’s wrath? It was impossible.
Frank Randall had killed her spirit. And that was the horror that struck him to his core.
He ran, and ran, and ran some more. And even though he tried to tell himself that it was a coincidence, it really wasn’t. He’d run to Claire’s house.
Panting he stood outside the darkened home. He braced his hands on his knees and took great, gulping breaths.
He straightened finally, and dug out his mobile. He pressed her number.
He waited for the voicemail and began to talk. Hoped for a light in a window. When he ran out of time, he dialed and spoke again. Again. And again. Until he said everything he could think of.
He hoped it was enough.
The ringing phone startled her. She jumped, and Adso flew to his feet. The light from her screen momentarily bathed the room in a ghostly glow.
She let it ring. She heard the ping of a voicemail notification.
When it rang again, she jumped. Same thing happened.
He called seven times in all. Each time he left a message. When it was obvious he wasn’t going to call again she hit the icon to start her messages.
His warm Scottish burr filled her bedroom.
“Claire. I ken what yer thinkin’. It’s no’ yer fault. I ken ye think I blame ye. I don’t. Yer husband made a choice, Claire. He made a few, to be honest. All of them poor. The choice to not honour his vows. The choice to not be faithful. The choice to be jealous.” The message ended abruptly. She hit the second one.
He didn’t miss a beat.
“The choice to let his pride get in the way. The choice to get behind the wheel of a car and drive off into a winter’s storm. That’s his choice, Claire, and sight or no, ye couldna have stopped him. Ye know this. Ye know it in yer heart. Just as ye know that I am not him. That I am a man who-”
Quickly, another one.
“-a man who makes his own decisions, and blames no one. I dinna need yer sight, Claire. I’ve my own, in a way. I’m a cop. With a strong instinct. I ken good. I ken evil. And my gut tells me yer a kind woman who brings justice into the world with her gift. My eyes tell me yer the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He paused here, and time ran out.
“My soul tells me that we were meant to be together. Yer gift just confirms it.” He chuckled low into the phone, and the sound filled her bedroom. She sighed heavily. “I’m actually outside. On the sidewalk.” She sat up in bed, and dislodged Adso. She dare not risk a look. “Claire. Sorcha. There is light in you. That’s yer name in Gaelic. Sorcha, means Light.” His voice broke. The call cut off.
She fumbled for the next message. Gift? Did he just call her burden a gift? Her tears fell anew.
“Dammit, Claire. He’s lucky he’s dead.” A longer pause. The sound of his breathing. Then, “I will wait. I promise. If I have to wait 200 years,” a small laugh, and the next words in a rush, “which I’d rather not to be honest because I’m looking forward to the sex, no’ gonna lie. But, I’ll wait.” She half laughed, half cried at that.
She pressed the next message.
“Stop punishing yerself, Claire. For there is no crime here. It was Frank who lied, who killed yer spirit, who stole yer confidence, betrayed ye and broke yer trust. It’s his crime, no’ yers. Think. Really think. Would he have listened had ye told him?” His words cut off. She sat for a moment. Thought hard.
She hit the final message.
“Truth is, I’m no’ really concerned. Ye’ve seen us. Ye already know. Ye ken there’s nothing to forgive. Ye just need to wrap yer head around us. Give us a chance, Claire. Trust me. I will love ye, and love ye well.”
She bolted to the window. The sidewalk outside was empty. He’d gone. Claire crawled back into bed. Pulled the covers up around her ears. Adso adjusted himself on her pillow. She raised her phone up, feeling like a child in a blanket fort.
After reading Yamiga123’s KanouHide
theory, I did actually realize that Ishida makes people who are
related look very much alike. I mean, look at this:
And finally Hide and Kanou.
Usually, i’m not a fan of “they’re
related because they look alike” saying, but considering that
Ishida is making people who are relatives look very alike, I think
it’s plausible that both Hide and Kanou could be related.