Drabble 1
Humming tunelessly in time with his geta clattering on the hard dried-mud street, the red-haired swordsman strolled leisurely toward the dojo. His hands grasped the cloth covered bowl before him, careful not to spill the contents.
A shrill wail pierced the relative stillness of the hot sleepy afternoon. Her swift descent overcoming even battle-honed reflexes, Chibi-Usa tackled the redhead stranger to the ground.
Bowl overturned, tofu and water soaking into the dust, he sighed. "Oro? Are you all right, Miss?"
"Sorry," Chibi-Usa replied as she clambered off. "I guess I'm not in Crystal Tokyo anymore," she remarked in exasperation.