Disclaimer: Not mine, wish they were. This came to me after watching the first couple of episodes of Samurai Sential Skinkenger today and I couldn't help myself. There's just something about Kotoha that I really like. She's sweet, loveable and I think is going to be an interesting character. Anyway, here's just a little something set after episode two. Enjoy. Angel Mouse, March 2009.
Dreams
By Angel Mouse
Kotoha had retired to the small room that she had been given to stay at after the battle that they had just been through. She hadn't meant to reveal as much about herself as she had when confronted by the others in the park. She couldn't help wandering away, she really hadn't ever been away from the small bamboo shop her family owned and worked at. It was all such a new and amazing experience for her.
The people she was now living and fighting with were all so different and so amazing in many different ways. But she was totally overawed by Takeru. She knew she shouldn't be, he was her Lord and the leader of the Shinkenger, she knew that she had to maintain some sort of distance. But she was finding she couldn't.
His words earlier, about not wanting her if she was weak, had hurt more than she had shown the others. Bless them, they had all leapt to her defence, but she knew that they shouldn't have. They all had to maintain a distance, because otherwise if they came to care about each other too much, well then, that could be disastrous in battle.
She sat on her bed, gently running her hands over her bamboo flute, drawing comfort from its solid, gentle presence. Perhaps, perhaps if she continued to train, continued to do her best, then he wouldn't scold her no more. Perhaps he would notice her as a woman, not as a Samurai.
Kotoha gave a soft laugh as she shook her head about her silly fantasy thought. Her lord was off limits to not only a friendship, but other things. She was his vassal, his protector, one of his four samurai warriors. There would be no way he would ever return her feelings, no way ever.
She brought the flute up to her lips and began to softly play a lament, the strains of the bamboo flute wafting over the compound and through the house. Her older sister used to play it for her when ever she was feeling troubled or sick. It had always made her feel better, so now she played it for herself. Deep down, she was feeling that she was going to be playing it for herself a lot in upcoming times.
So, for the moment, she would have to continue to do her best for him, for her family, for her companions and especially her big sister. And she would deep down, continue to dream as well.
After all, a girl is allowed to dream, isn't she?