


A Chosen Path

by Ms. Kinnikufan



Category: Ultimate Muscle
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2004-04-02
Updated: 2004-04-02
Packaged: 2013-07-04 09:56:47
Rating: K+
Chapters: 1
Words: 449
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1799667/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/439548/Ms-Kinnikufan
Summary: A follow-up to "Dual" Ricardo reflects on the choice he made after his battle with Mantaro.





	A Chosen Path

A Chosen Path

By Ms. Kinnikufan

Disclaimer: I don't own Ricardo or anybody else in this fic.

Notes: This is a follow-up to "Dual", I fic this fic would have more meaning if you read that fic.

I tried so hard to be good. I really did want to play fair. But none would believe that I really did want to.

But none would believe me. Most of all, not my follow students. Not Mantrao Kinniku.

I wanted to prove them wrong, that just because my parents were D.M.P. and evil didn't necessarily mean I was going to follow their path. I guess someone else will have to do that.

My good intentions broke when my "good" disguise did.

When it did, I feltfree, so rapturously free! When my true form was revealed, I felt like myself, not like something that other people had made. 

Screw Good! I thought. Good never wanted me. Hell, my follow students never even liked me before they knew I was really D.M.P. They always treated me like I was some sort of Cuckoo or Cowbird, an egg from a different bird. I think Master Pashango subconsciously thought of me as something less-then -human.

I thought rejecting a part of my dual identify would hurt. It did, when I tried to be good. But when I threw away my "good" side, it was liketaking off a blindfold. It didn't hurt at all.

Being expelled from The Muscle League didn't hurt either. I never liked Sheuba. He was such a narc, tattling on the breaking of the most minor rules.

I don't care that I'm now injured and defeated. I now know who I am and what I want my path to be.

I will go this on this path alone. This is something I have to do with out friends or allies.

For perhaps the first time in my life, I know who the hell I am. For the first time in my life I'm happy with who I am.

All that's left is the future. And for the first time in my life, I feel like I'm going to be the one who's going to decide it, not someone else.

Author's notes: I was kind of disappointed that Ricardo didn't become good. He was one the few bad guys I wouldn't have minded becoming good. If only to prove that children don't always choose their parent's path or are inherited "goodness" or "evilness",


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