A/N: Hello there! Yes, well, these are random oneshots, drabbles, whatever...of which i just figured outwhat the difference was between them all. Yes, I know, I'm quite slow at some things. Anyways, I've been wanting to do this for a long time now, and I finally had the motivation adn guts to do it. Frankly, I love the bad guys in Samurai 7 and of course, that means Kyuzo is going to be in most of them if not all. The genre ranges from serious, to humorous, to pure crack and any other thing I can think of. So here is the first little story. Hope you all enjoy!
I don't own Samurai 7
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Tranquil silence echoed throughout the spacious room while the outside, the faintest noises of birds chirping, and koi splashing in the pond created a serene atmosphere ideal for meditation.
Kyuzo quietly stepped into the room and kneeled in front of a fairly large shrine. He carefully lit a pair of incense and placed them gently into their golden tray. Taking a deep breath, the fair-haired samurai closed his eyes and cleared his mind.
The day had been slightly stressful due to the endless menial tasks that were often a result of the young master's whims. If there were things he could not stand, it was his lord's son. The young merchant grated on his nerves endlessly. Ukyo had no care for samurai and being the person he is, never bothered to keep it to himself. He felt the need to mention it as often as he could. Kyuzo held a theory that the boy just did not like him as Ukyo expressed this opinion more often when he knew Kyuzo was around.
Taking another deep breath, Kyuzo pushed aside such thoughts and began to generally think about nothing. If there was one moment in the day he could appreciate, it was when he meditated. Nobody, not even Ukyo, managed to bother him here.
And so, he meditated as the day wore on, oblivious to the outside world. So into his meditation, he did not even hear the conversations about him from the other side of the wall.
"Is he still at it? Doesn't he ever call it quits?"
"It is common practice for samurai to meditate. It hones one's senses and clears the mind so one can be at his peak in battle."
"So, how come you don't do it, Hyogo?"
The voice had an almost mocking tone to it. Hyogo deftly whipped out his sword and whacked the other on the head. There was a slight metallic ring when tehhilt came in contact with the metal plating.
"I do, dimwit. Just not as much as Kyuzo-dono…I don't think anybody does it for as long as him though."
The other one ruefully rubbed his metal, dome shaped head. He carefully slid the door open and his single mechanical eye focused in and out until it received a clear image of the samurai.
Kyuzo was sitting completely still. There was no hint of any movement except the steady rising and falling of his chest that indicated he was still breathing. As he stared at the silent samurai, the one guard slowly reached his arm in. Now, for most, it would be impossible to do anything, but for this one, his mechanical arms extended quite a ways. As he slowly and as quietly as he could, he began gradually extending his arm. Not even a quarter distance in the room, he was roughly yanked back. Hyogo managed to grab the other's arm and pull him back before anything might happen and Kyuzo were knocked out of his meditation. He could care less about what happened to the guard, he just did not want to deal with a grumpy, angry, or potentially dangerous Kyuzo.
"Are you trying to die?"
He growled quietly and menacingly. Keeping a firm hold on the other one's neck scarf, Hyogo gently slid the door shut and dragged him down the hallway. He decided it was best that Kyuzo remained undisturbed unless, of course, their was an emergency, and let him do as he pleased.
"Seriously…How does he manage to stay like that for so long?"
Hyogo shook his head and continued to drag the perplexed warrior away from the room.
Yes, it was peaceful and tranquil in the room. Kyuzo was so at peace, he heard none of what occurred. However many people questioned how he could meditate for so long, they never seemed to notice how his head slightly drooped down and to the side and the soft, heavy breathing bordering onto a faint snore.
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A/N: So what did you think? Weird, I know. But I am quite a bit off as well. Oh well, I had fun writing it. I also look at it because it's a good stress reliever. I have so much schoolwork that I only have about an hour or so where I can just goof off. Well, technically, I could have more time, but I don't like doing homework and studying for tests late at night. So, instead, before I go to bed, I write things. Which is actually why this and some of the others might be a little weird. I'm tired, and I'm about ready to go to bed, and my mind is in weird places. All in all, I don't have a good point. So, I just hope you all enjoyed it!
On a side note: I was referring to the one baddie who has those long metal arms things and a wok for a helmet. I realize that they are given some sort of identification, but I thought it sounded really stupid if i called him "so-and-so" man. I have ideas for better names, but if anybody has ideas, or comments, or actually has away fo knowing their names, if they have any, please let me know. Thanks so very much!
