A New Beginning

By: Chubbybunny4224

Disclaimer: I don't own Samurai Champloo or the characters. Blah, blah, blah you know the drill.

First FanFic!

Warning, I mainly based my story around Fuu, so sorry for not going into details about Mugen or Jin as much.

This is a romantic fanfic so if you don't like sexual situations or mushy situations, then don't read it! Although I would still really like you to!

Also I am not very good with writing fight sequences so sorry for the lack of description!

One last thing, if I happened to reuse a character name or city name, etc, I am not using the same character or city unless I specifically mention it.

I would love as much feedback as possible, to try and help shape how my story goes. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

"I wonder if they are ok…"

Fuu just shook her head, trying to not think about them. It's been 4 years since that fateful day when they had finished their journey to find the Samurai who smells of sunflowers, her father.

Fuu missed them, she always had. It had been awhile since she last thought of her two bodyguards.

'Well they aren't my body guards anymore' she sighed sadly.

Thinking of them only depressed her, but at the same time made her happy.

"Are you ok Fuu?" The young man next to her spoke while looking at her.

Fuu silently scolded herself for thinking of anyone else besides the wonderful man sitting next to her. It was hard though, she missed Jin and Mugen, and she always would. After 4 years they still hadn't returned to her. What if fate was wrong and they would never meet again? Feeling the water well up in her eyes, she shook her head as if to say 'No' to try and soothe her thoughts. She couldn't get all emotional now. After managing to calm herself down she replied.

"I am fine Akria. Thank you." She smiled at him.

Akira looked back at the river. When the tears dried, and luckily had not spilled down her face, Fuu looked over at Akria. He was very handsome. About 24 years old, short raven black hair and dark eyes. But not dark in the scary way, just dark in a beautiful way. His skin was flawless, his features soft, yet manly. It was hard to believe he could look so young and pretty for being a samurai. Pretty is an odd word to use to describe a man, but somehow it is the only word Fuu could think of. She was very lucky to have met his family when she had first come into the village.

After few more minutes Akira finally stood up and outstretched his hand to Fuu. Fuu blushed and grabbed his hand. After helping Fuu stand up, Akira didn't take his hand away from her right away. Fuu smiled and after a minute of walking he finally squeezed Fuu's hand twice and let go.

Fuu looked down at her hand. It was so nice and warm in his. Now her hand just felt cold.

After about a year of wandering from town to town, and somehow managing to escape danger, she ended up in Kyoto, A bustling town near a river. Tired and hungry she had been looking for a place to work, but her clothing was dirty and torn, and she hadn't bathed in 4 days.

'Who is going to want to hire me?' Fuu thought angrily to herself.

After going to 3 different restaurants and teahouses, being rejected each time for her filth, she finally ended up in a small what looked to be family owned teahouse.

'One more shot and then I guess it's up to me to find a place to sneak into and wash up.' She thought walking through the door.

The place only had 4 people eating and drinking at tables, other than that it was pretty deserted. Fuu started to walk toward the kitchen, when a small older woman of about 50 came out of the back. The woman smiled kindly, her eyes wrinkling around the edges.

"You look very tired and hungry dear, can I get you anything to eat?"

"I'm sorry, but I do not have any money for food, but I was wondering if you were looking for any help for the time being, I need the money." replied Fuu.

The woman smiled again, "It would be nice to have a little extra help around here, it has been only me and my husband working here since our son left awhile ago."

Fuu's eyes lit up at the opportunity. "Oh thank you!"

"First let's get you something to eat and we will work on getting you all washed up. Our busy time is in a little over 2 hours. That should be plenty of time to get you ready."

The old woman laughed at the smile on the young girls face and walked into the kitchen to bring out some food for the starving young girl.
"My name is Fuu." Fuu said shyly to the old woman.

"My name is Mako and my husband back there is Kisho. It is a pleasure to meet you Fuu." She bowed slightly and continued back to the kitchen.

When Mako returned and gave Fuu the food, she watched in disbelief as the little girl inhaled everything so quickly.

'It's almost like she has a bottomless pit for a stomach.' Mako laughed silently to herself.

She could see how happy Fuu was to eat and that was all that mattered to her.

Fuu couldn't believe her luck! Mako and Kisho fed her so much yummy food, they even washed her clothes while she bathed and invited her to stay at their home with them. Apparently they had a son who was on a journey and since their son was gone they had a lot of space at their home. They never told Fuu why he was gone, just said he would return one day. Fuu never really tried to think much of it, she was just grateful for the opportunity they had given her. A real home, no more traveling, it felt nice. Although sometimes she would long for the freedom of the open road and think back to Jin and Mugen, but she was happy here with Kisho and Mako. This was her new family and she was safe, which was more than she could say even before.

Fuu had worked at their teahouse ever since then. And she was treated just like a member of the family.

The years here had been kind to Fuu. Just recently she started to notice how different her body had become. Mainly because of all the young male attention she was getting. She had been confused at first to why the young men would stumble over their own words when she was serving them at the restaurant. Or they would trip when they walked by her in the village. She had just assumed they were idiots. It took Mako to point out that Fuu had grown up. Her hair was silky, long, and layered, hanging slightly below her shoulder blades on her back. Fuu had even started to wear it up different ways. Her favorite was up in two high tight buns, one on each back side of her head with ribbons tied around them.

She was amazed to notice she had gotten a bit taller, about 3 1/2", but she had always been petite, so it didn't matter much that she hadn't grown a lot. She also had more curves. A tiny bust line, but now she had C size breasts, a tiny waist, but nice childbearing hips that accented her petite features. She still had slender legs, but they were longer now, and not rough because she no longer traveled.

'Funny what time does to people.' Fuu would think to herself remembering how small she was when she had started her travels with Jin and Mugen. She had a flashback to Mugen always telling her how her breasts were tiny, and how it was unattractive.

'Ha! Wait till he sees me now!' Fuu smirked, but her smile quickly slipped into a frown.

'I wonder if he will ever even get to see me again.' She pondered this thought as sadness crept into her heart,

'I wonder if I will ever see him again…'

Fuu had grown very close to Mako. She opened her heart and told the old women of all her travels with her two male companions. Her story of the sunflower samurai, and her hopes for the future. She mainly talked to Mako about Jin and Mugen though. She thought of them a lot. It is easier to forget someone when you talk about everything you need to and how you feel Fuu would tell herself.

Mako knew how much these men meant to Fuu, especially this Mugen guy. He sounded like a real jerk, but she could tell by the way Fuu talked about him, they had a special connection. Something no one but her and the vagrant could understand. Jin reminded her of her son, from the way Fuu spoke of him. She had decided not to tell Fuu of her son, simply because it had already been 2 years since he had left on his journey across the land. He would be back, and when he came back she would give Fuu the opportunity to get to know him by herself. She just hoped Fuu would consider him as a suitor.

One day Mako finally gave Fuu some wise advice about her two friends.

"Fuu dear, it is hard to put oneself in front of others you care for, but if fate holds the cards of your future, you must trust in it."

Fuu needed to realize that if fate is supposed to bring them back together, it will.

Fuu knew this but it's easier to say, that to do.

Sometimes Mako would hear Fuu cry at night for her companions.

'That poor girl, I wonder why they never came back to see her.' she though to herself silently. It was quite obvious that the three of them had become family over their journey, and that each of them cared for each other as so. But then the old woman scolded herself for thinking of them, when she knew her son would be a perfect match for Fuu.

Alrighty, enough with the first chapter. Sorry I am not much into cliffhanger endings, but please R&R!

Thanks!