Hi everyone! You're all time potato here with a new fanfic and it's not a Harvest Moon one! *applause* and it's not a one-shot of Samurai Champloo! *another applause* I challenged myself to make a by-chapter fanfic of Samurai Champloo... and it's not a FuuJin one! In fact, the pairing is a mystery... /slapped. Well anyways! Just like the usual.. ITALICIZED WORDS ARE FUU'S THOUGHTS

Before you jumped in to the story... DISCLAIMER: Samurai Champloo and its characters DO NOT belong to me!

1st Chapter

"You dumbass! Why did you kill him?! Now I'm a target too!"

"Shut up you dumb broad! If you want to live, just run you flat-chested girl!"

My life was peaceful before this shitting event happened to me and before that idiot did something moronic to ruin the life that I value the most.

This wasn't the first time we've crossed paths actually, let just say that he's a regular to the local precinct where the messages that I deliver all the way the from Headquarters. I always see him there, talking with Jin, a police that I know and friends with. What I mean by talk is that they discuss about that hooligan's crime; trespassing, assault and battery, and vandalism. But the most common ones are theft and him starting fights on the streets. There were even times that an innocent bystander or two got accidentally involved in the fight and end up filing a complaint against him.

Just from the look of it, he likes getting into fights maybe it's either because of that sexy policewoman with huge knockers and butt who always tends on his bruises or because he enjoys the adrenaline rush he always get whenever he gets in to a fight. Either way, he's still dangerous and a scumbag.

Why? That jerk grabbed my breasts that one time I attended to his bruises and wounds because the one who always do it is on leave. That asshole, he had the nerve to grab my chest in front of Jin and the other police officers! What's worse is that he fondle it and said that he has nothing to grab on depicting that I'm flat-chested! What an ass! It was a good thing that Jin was there and gave him a mouthful of sermons... and extended his time in jail for sexual harassment.

Anyway, I've been wondering about one thing. I know that the precinct is busy and many criminals are caught and sent there but the number of police in the precinct is large. So, why is it that whenever that man is caught, Jin is the one whom he talks to? The time he's always been caught is not even a busy hour and all of the policemen there are in standby. I know that there were something between those, I'm just hoping is not something homo.

So, like a cat, their connection with each other piqued my interest and curiosity. After that perverted man got released, I secretly followed him. I must say, he, himself has piqued my interest too. Although we've met for numerous times, I still don't know his name, I wasn't able to get it because Jin won't let me know who he is.

As I continued to follow him, I made sure that there is enough distance between the two of us so he will not able to see me. I know I suck at that kind of thing, he probably already from the start that he was being follow. What he don't know is that I was the one following him judging from the expression he made when he saw me just before a bunch of back alley thieves tried to mug me.

Of course I fought back. It wasn't and never in my plan to walk home with my bag empty. I may have taken some self-defense lesson and trained kenjutsu in a dojo however, they were too many for me to handle alone.

When I continued to struggle against them, I saw something glint at the corners of my eyes and I know the one he pulled out is the thing that may end my life in an instant. Even before he could sink in that knife to my body, the man who I was following jumped in and kicked him in the face then proceeded to fight the rest of them.

He moved too fast. My eyes can't catch up with him as he fight them one by one. I don't really know if I am going to be amazed or be terrified that moment. Nevertheless, he didn't cease to amaze the heck out of me. All of them dropped like flies the instant they charged at him. He kicked here and there like a relaxed person he is however, it seemed like his opponents got fed up of him and each of them pulled out their own wakizashi that were hidden in their clothes. Those people were so desperate to defeat him, they are ready to play dirty.

At first, I thought that would be the end of him. He can't win against blades. That is when took out his own sword from it scabbard that is dangling on his body. I just notice that it was indeed a scabbard. I never really expected that he has a katana with him! Wakizashi and tanto are okay in my book since they can be hidden easily and I always bring my tanto with me as a charm, but a katana?! Who brings a katana with them in this time and age?! Why haven't I noticed it before when it was just in plain sight?! Futhermore, why the hell did Jin give it back to him?! Now look what it has done! He slashed a man down and I am now running for my own darn life!

Well whatever the reason, that doesn't change the fact that, him using his katana saved me from being stabbed by a thief.

"Hey washboard, this way."

It would seem like he found an alley we could hide in for the meantime from those people who wants us dead. They are practically screaming murder as they chase after us.

"Here, come inside."

The man with me opened a door to a small house and invited me inside. Well, invited is an understatement, he is ordering me to go inside. I just groaned and entered in my own dismay. The inside of the house is cramped as hell and what's worse, it's messy and smelled funky. I swear to God, if I'm not going to die with the hands of those low-lives, I'm going to die with the unfamiliar funky stench surrounding this whole house. I've never smelled such horrible monstrosity though bit by bit, I can smell the disgusting stench of booze. Why am I not surprised?

"Go sit anywhere you want."

What an asshole, he expects me to sit on a pile of dirty clothes?! "Nope, I'll just stand here." I replied politely.

I think he's been living here for a long damn time that he even can't smell the scent of his house, gross I'll say. Does he even take a bath?

He just shrugged his shoulders and took out his phone. Who is he calling now? I'm pretty surprised, for a pick-pocket like him, he doesn't own a darn iPhone, just an old regular Nokia with the numeric keypad. Maybe I shouldn't be judging him.

"What took you so long ya damn queer?"

Damn queer? Don't tell me...

First chapter done! So what can you say about it? Crappy right? *laughs and cries.

Anyways! Don't be shy to submit a review and tell me your thoughts about this fanfic (I know I won't be XD)... PEACE!

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Date Revised: 3/19/2019