Just a little note. This is a FuuGen fic. . . a lil angsty. . . okay quite angsty. . . which isn't normally my style, but I've been pulled toward it lately (damn you Silvershine and your Sakura/Kakashi angst!!!) Anywho. Read and review and blah blah blah.
Disclaimer: Samurai Champloo was not my idea. I really don't know that much about Japanese history, and I'm not that great with anachronisms.
Our hands would brush periodically on the long road. And I stole those fleeting moments and made them mine. I pilfered intimacy from you because I knew you'd never give it willingly. At night I feigned sleep and watched you sprawl through my lashes. And I imagined what it would be like to lay next to you, to work my fingers through your unruly hair, to be tickled by the stubble on your jaw.
In the heat of battle I imagine the blazing fury that lit your dark eyes was a sign of your love for me. I wanted to be your reason for fighting, the one you would protect. . . forever. I stole these moments too and stowed them in my heart, a charm against the winter chill. We are both thieves, you and I, I am sorry for those stolen moments. The intimacy that you were never aware of. An affair of the blind heart. That I will cherish forever. When all was said and done I wish I'd had the courage to make you stay. To make us real.
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Here I am rotting in this stink hole of a cell with nothing but time on my hands. Shit! Nothing to do but think of you. Even when we're apart like this. . . you're always with my sorry ass. 'Cause of the times I'd wished I'd grabbed your stupid hand. . . and never let go. When you were walking next to me. All those times when my courage, all the strength I bragged about, flipped me off and went away. And I'd just brushed your knuckles instead, needing any bit of contact with you as possible. My dreams were all moments, stolen from you, when we would spend some time alone. I'd hold you all night long just to hear the slow beating of your heart, just to mix my breath with yours, to know that you were mine.
When you called out my name, that rainy night that bitch Sara sliced my gut. I wanted to think that you were scared for me. That you were concerned for me. I wanted so fucking bad for you to care. It's something no one else ever saw fit to give me. Friendship, concern, love. . . the Ryukyu's ain't never heard of that shit. But when it's all said and done I wished I had the balls to stay, to take those stolen moments and make them real.
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A/N: I hope you guys like it. If you have read my other stories. . . PLEASE FORGIVE ME. . . I have been a bad person. I haven't given up on it I swear, It's just . . . I have the most horrible writer's block for them. And I haven't updated anything in a while so I thought I'd upload this just to apease the fanfic gods. So I'm sorry to everyone who was waiting for the next chapter in "High School Hell" and "Happy Medium or Extreme Aggravation" I hang my head in shame.
