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I woke up to find myself laying on a futon. The lights were vaguely dimmed and I felt a throbbing pain in my skull.
“You’re awake.” A steely voice muttered I turned my head to see a man with blond hair in three ponytails staring at me. I tried to get up but my body felt like dead weight. “You might not want to move.” The blond advised me. I took note of his staff as he stood up; it had three blades on its end. I glared at him wondering where I was.
“Where am I?” I grumbled he cracked a smile.
“You’re at the Firefly.” He muttered my eyes grew wide as I remembered what had happened. I felt a surging hate for the blond samurai with the red overcoat.
“Where’s Ryuichi-Sensei?” I muttered, shifting to a sitting position. The blond sighed, and started to sway awkwardly.
“Ryuichi’s dead, he’s being cremated as we speak.” he whispered. I looked around me trying to find my katanas. The blond smiled. “Looking for these?” he asked holding them up. I grunted and snatched them from him. I stood up, putting my belt back on. “Those are some fine blades.” He complimented, but I ignored it. He sighed again. “What’s your name?” I glared at him, through the throbbing pain.
“What’s yours?” I growled he stared at me.
“Shirroji.” He mumbled I rolled my eyes.
“Amara.” I muttered making sure I had my bells and katanas. I walked towards the door.
“May luck be with you, Amara.” Shirroji whispered as I walked out of the Inn. I walked down an alley to see a large group of people surrounding a shop. Of course, curiosity got the best of me and I went to investigate. I was willing to pay attention to anything as long as it kept my mind off of what happened at the Firefly. There was a ravished looking Samurai holding a bundle in his arms; his sword drawn.
“Don’t come any closer!” he warned, I watched a robot samurai double my size level his massive red and yellow blade.
“Let the kid go.” The robot samurai ordered. “There’s no need for us to start a war.” The scraggly looking Samurai stared him down with a rabid expression.
“I haven’t eaten in weeks.” The samurai complained, I sighed. Ignorant fool, so had many other people standing on this street. I watched intently as an older samurai stepped forward claiming that the robot samurai was his life sworn enemy. The older samurai drew his sword and sliced the robot samurai’s head clean off its shoulders. I would’ve watched more but something caught my eye. A flash of crimson among the crowd, my eyes widened in shock. It couldn’t be he didn’t seem like the type to hang around after murdering someone. I ran through the crowd, breaking through the clearing and running down the alley behind the store. There was no one there, I must have been hallucinating, but I could’ve sworn I’d seen his red overcoat. I sighed, and walked back to the now dispersing crowd. The baby must have been safe, I guessed. I watched as a girl; probably in her early twenties began begging the older samurai. I analyzed the scene; the older samurai looked strangely familiar. Long light brown hair, slightly tanned skin, white and sand colored robes and a katana with a scathed sheath at his side. It had to be the Great Kambei. I listened more intently to the conversation.
“Please, Noble Samurai. Our village needs help against the Nobuseri.” The girl begged, I then noticed the little pipsqueak beside her. She had short brown hair and what looked like two red pom-poms on her head. To me she looked like a mouse. The other guy behind the girl seemed decent; in his early or middle thirties with orange hair and a barrel of rice on his back.
I sighed as the boy with blue-black hair returned.
“I don’t mean to eavesdrop but I’d be willing to help save your village.” he mumbled, the older Samurai stared at the boy with adherence.
Rikichi glanced my way and I sighed.
“We need all the help we can get.” I muttered the boy seemed pleased. I turned back to the older Samurai. “Will you help us on our quest?” He sighed, and looked at the ground.
“I am sorry but I am an aging man who’s always lost his battles. Find someone else.” With that he walked away. I was desperate to go after him especially since the dousing crystal determined that he was skilled but I refused to make myself look foolish.
“Sister look at the crystal.” Komachi squeaked, I followed its sense of direction and saw a samurai garbed in red and black on the roof of a restaurant staring down at something. I tried to follow his gaze and ended up looking at a girl with long cinnamon-colored hair pulled up into a ponytail with belled ribbons. Two blades hung from her side and she was garbed with a delicate sky blue and black kimono, black shorts and black boots. She seemed ready for anything. I stared in wonder not knowing how to react to the fact that there were female Samurai.
“My Lady are you alright?” the boy with blue-back hair asked, I turned towards him annoyed by his manners.
“You can call me, Kirara.” I mumbled his eyes lit up.
“Lady Kirara, my name is Katsushiro.” He stated with a swift bow, I sighed and looked at Rikichi and Komachi. We’d have to find a place to sleep for the night.
 XxXPuppet_Master182XxX · Fri Nov 27, 2009 @ 02:35pm · 0 Comments |
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