Hadoken Returns
Original Young Adult Fiction
Written by The Funk Mistress
Part 1
They arrived at the airport. The two. DJ Wang. The Funk Mistress. They waited.
DJ Hadoken was coming soon. He was their only hope. He was the only one who could save them now.
DJ Hadoken had respect. He had power.
Across the globe, through 13 hours of time and space, he still had that power. He still exercised that power. Across oceans and seas. Across continents. Even through the boiling magma core of the Earth, DJ Hadoken still exercised that power.
But he could not fix the problems. No matter what splits and breaks had occurred within the group, no one would let him know how bad things were. Exiles. Lamesters. Injustice. Banishment.
The horror. The horror.
The two stood in the airport. They were the two who remained. All had broken off into their separate groups. All others were on a trip of their own. Who knew what other breaks would occur while they were gone?
For now, the two had remained. They would get DJ Hadoken. They would make him fix the destruction. He was not the cause, but he could be the solution. They watched in anticipation. Eyes peeled watching for him. Hadoken. Hadoken... Hadoken. Help us. Help us all.
In the pocket of The Funk Mistress...
“Economic Hardship!”
“The Student Body!”
“Filthy Lifestyle!”
“Oral Communication!”
“Whirling Gyrations!”
Forgotten words. What did they mean?
DJ Hadoken would remember. He would bestow the forgotten words onto the Riaopians.
Suddenly, they saw him. He looked the same, but different. Changed as they all were. His hair was long. To his chin almost. She could contain it no more.
“HAD-OOOOO-KEN!!!!” she called as she ran to him. DJ Wang put his hands in his pockets and strolled to his fellow DJ as The Funk Mistress ran. Tearfully, she greeted her friend.
The three sat down together and talked for a moment. How was the plane ride? Jet lag? “No, I slept on the flight, I’m not tired,” DJ Hadoken responded. But the festivities soon ended.
“Enough,” said DJ Wang. “You have missed much and we have much to show you.”
DJ Hadoken looked at him, confused. “What are you talking about?” He looked to The Funk Mistress, “What is he talking about?”
The Funk Mistress fiddled with the forgotten words in her pocket. “You cannot be told. You have to see it yourself.”
She closed her eyes and the world swirled in a plethora of different colors.
Pink. Orange. Green. Blue. And a color called zlibidee that existed only in
The Funk World.
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When she opened her eyes, they were all in Riaopia.
“What happened? Where’s the cesspool? Where is the dirt? The bush is without armaments!” DJ Hadoken was confused and disoriented.
He ran to the benches, “Quickly, help me move these benches!” He ran to one
and began to pull. It wouldn’t budge because it was bolted to the concrete.
The Funk Mistress sat down and DJ Wang pulled him from the table.
DJ Wang shook his head, “No. No benches. Not anymore.”
Visibly distressed, DJ Hadoken asked, “Why has so much changed? What happened here? What happened?”
“Senior year happened. Driver’s licenses happened. Cars happened. New administration happened,” DJ Wang explained.
DJ Wang shook his head, “No. No benches. Not anymore.”
Visibly distressed, DJ Hadoken asked, “Why has so much changed? What happened here? What happened?”
“Senior year happened. Driver’s licenses happened. Cars happened. New administration happened,” DJ Wang explained.
“College applications happened. Split lunch times happened. The Big Time Mall
happened. Too many things to count happened. I could sit and count them all
day but - ”
“Then do it! I’ve been in Japan for almost a year! Why is everything so different?” DJ Hadoken sat down, defeated.
“You can fix it,” The Funk Mistress said.
The sky had suddenly turned dark. The sky was that deep black blue you see before a storm, and the clouds were rolling in a shade of silver gray. They lit up from behind as a bolt of lightning shot in the distance.
“Then do it! I’ve been in Japan for almost a year! Why is everything so different?” DJ Hadoken sat down, defeated.
“You can fix it,” The Funk Mistress said.
The sky had suddenly turned dark. The sky was that deep black blue you see before a storm, and the clouds were rolling in a shade of silver gray. They lit up from behind as a bolt of lightning shot in the distance.
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The wind was blowing and the branches of the trees shook behind them, sending
leaves crashing to the ground, like kamikaze flora.
DJ Hadoken looked at The Funk Mistress, wondering, “How? By erasing my leaving? I can’t do that.”
The Funk Mistress responded, “If any of this had been caused by you, I would say yes, and might I add that it is within my power to grant that. But all that would mean is that you would be here when we split. And then there would be no hope.”
“What do you mean?” asked the deflated leader.
“I mean you are the only one who has been uncorrupted,” The Funk Mistress tried to explain, but DJ Hadoken looked at her blankly.
DJ Hadoken looked at The Funk Mistress, wondering, “How? By erasing my leaving? I can’t do that.”
The Funk Mistress responded, “If any of this had been caused by you, I would say yes, and might I add that it is within my power to grant that. But all that would mean is that you would be here when we split. And then there would be no hope.”
“What do you mean?” asked the deflated leader.
“I mean you are the only one who has been uncorrupted,” The Funk Mistress tried to explain, but DJ Hadoken looked at her blankly.
DJ Wang spoke up, “You know in movies when a guy is in a coma for 40 years and
he wakes up and technology has gone 40 years ahead? But the guy is still in
the day he went into the coma?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, you’re that guy. We’ve all been here, with shite happening left and right. But you, you’ve been in a coma, at least as far as this has gone. Well, I mean, you knew stuff was happening, but you weren’t in the thick of it. So whereas we’ve all flipped out and broken and moved, you haven’t. You’re our link to the past.”
“So what do you want me to do? I still don’t see how I can make things better,” DJ Hadoken was still confused.
The Funk Mistress looked at him, “Make us remember.”
“But things can’t just go back to the way they were before. You said it yourself, too much has changed.”
“We didn’t say to make things go back to the way they were before. We said to make us remember how they were before,” DJ Wang replied. “When we remember, we’ll remember all the fun we had, all the good times. We’ll join together to have those times again. Not the same fun times, but newer better ones. We’ll put the past year and its problems behind us.”
“How do I do that?” DJ Hadoken asked.
The Funk Mistress pulled her hand out of her pocket and showed him what she held within, “You can start with these.”
DJ Hadoken looked at the forgotten words. The Rings. He looked back at The Funk Mistress and then to DJ Wang.
Then DJ Hadoken spoke, “Let’s get RIA back. Let’s restore it. Not to its former glory, but to a newer, better glory. The GOLDEN AGE OF RIA IS UPON US!”
“Yeah.”
“Well, you’re that guy. We’ve all been here, with shite happening left and right. But you, you’ve been in a coma, at least as far as this has gone. Well, I mean, you knew stuff was happening, but you weren’t in the thick of it. So whereas we’ve all flipped out and broken and moved, you haven’t. You’re our link to the past.”
“So what do you want me to do? I still don’t see how I can make things better,” DJ Hadoken was still confused.
The Funk Mistress looked at him, “Make us remember.”
“But things can’t just go back to the way they were before. You said it yourself, too much has changed.”
“We didn’t say to make things go back to the way they were before. We said to make us remember how they were before,” DJ Wang replied. “When we remember, we’ll remember all the fun we had, all the good times. We’ll join together to have those times again. Not the same fun times, but newer better ones. We’ll put the past year and its problems behind us.”
“How do I do that?” DJ Hadoken asked.
The Funk Mistress pulled her hand out of her pocket and showed him what she held within, “You can start with these.”
DJ Hadoken looked at the forgotten words. The Rings. He looked back at The Funk Mistress and then to DJ Wang.
Then DJ Hadoken spoke, “Let’s get RIA back. Let’s restore it. Not to its former glory, but to a newer, better glory. The GOLDEN AGE OF RIA IS UPON US!”
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