Happy Ending
A drabble
Samurai Champloo©not Pretty Rainbow
We, the three of us I mean, really did wonder why we traveled together. Not like we didn't have our bad times, and most the other times weren't exactly great either, but there was this bond between us that's so hard to explain.
I guess I'll try to anyway.
You see, it's hard not to sound angsty when describing my life. On my mother's death bed, she told me the truth about my father. He didn't really die; he left us to fend for ourselves. I admit that I hated him after that, at least…until I actually did meet him. He was protecting us by leaving.
Mugen and Jin didn't talk about their lives that much — it's sort of like a mutual agreement between us, but we've all been alone for all our lives. We needed people to lean on and there was never anyone there. The two of them never ended up fighting each other, not to the death. I think I know why, too.
Friends. That's what they are. All three of us. The Three Musketeers — how silly! But it's true.
I'm not sure why I'm rambling about this. I just can't help thinking about them sometimes. Life's better now. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and that I'm whole again. Cliché, once again, but they're rather inevitable in talking about my happy ending.
My happy ending.
Hm, sounds nice.
I wonder what those two are doing now…
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