Disclaimer: I do not own Samurai 7 or any characters affiliated therewith. I only own Aya Mori, her family, and friends. If I did own Samurai 7, Heihachi would be mine, Shichiroji would be Yukino's, Katsushiro and Kirara would be together, as would Kiku and Komachi, and Kyuzo and Kambei would be thrown to the masses of fan girls out there. XD
A/N: Odd place for A/N, I know. But I have seen more episodes and I am getting better at writing, so this story should be better than Love Over A Rice Ball.
It was early afternoon, and Aya Mori was lying on the floor in her brothers' room watching Samurai 7. For a fifteen-year-old, she was rather tall and slender for her age. Her dark brown eyes shone with a youthful light in her kind round face. Yet, even her brothers could sense that underneath her soft-spoken, kind exterior, inside she was constantly analyzing details and thinking about things that her brothers couldn't even begin to fathom.
"Wouldn't it be cool if we could somehow go into the world of Samurai 7 and meet Kambei and everyone else? We could help them fight and stuff," her nine-year-old brother, Kai, said. He, too, had the same bright eyes as his sister. But he had dark black hair instead of the radiant light brown hair Aya had.
"I could be like Kyuzo and wield two swords! Akio could be…hmm…Maybe Katsushiro! And… and, you could be Heihachi or Shichiroji, Aya!" he shouted, running around the room, swinging a pair of plastic hangers. Aya drew her fingers through her shoulder-length brown hair and sighed.
"That'll never happen," she thought, "This is the twenty-first century for cryin' out loud. Samurai 7 takes place in another dimension entirely. Doesn't it? Still, it would be fun if we could go there…"
"Yo, Aya, Kai," said Aya's thirteen-year-old brother, Akio, coming into the room. "What's up?" Aya barely gave him a glance before returning her gaze to the television. Akio always had to ask the most obvious questions. Actually, he just loved to ask questions. And that's what annoyed Aya about her brother the most.
"Watching Samurai 7, what does it look like?" Aya replied. Akio shrugged and sat on the floor next to Aya while Kai jumped around the room.
"Hey, Kyuzo wanna-be. Sit-down and watch. You're giving me a headache," Akio said, yanking a hanger out of Kai's hand.
"Aww… you're so mean Akio," Kai said, pulling Akio's straight, shoulder-length brown hair. Akio merely ignored him.
"You're just like Kyuzo. Always keep your feelings to yourself. Except when you ask questions," Kai said, plopping down next to his brother.
"Or when he gets ticked," Aya added, not looking at them. Akio let this go and the argument dropped. All three siblings watched the TV, but only Kai and Akio's attention was avid.
"… I know what you're thinking," Heihachi said on the TV, "Chopping wood with my sword? Hardly lives up to the whole samurai tradition…" Aya yawned. She had seen this episode at least a dozen times and even though Heihachi was one of her favorite characters out of the seven, she was getting tired of seeing him in this episode. Rolling over, Aya closed her eyes and laced her fingers behind her head.
"If only we could meet in dreams… My three favorite samurai…" she thought, sighing. Suddenly, Aya's eyes snapped open when she heard Kai and Akio yell. She whipped her head around in time to see a bright flash of light envelope her brothers. When the flash disappeared, they were nowhere to be seen.
"KAI! AKIO!" she screamed leaping up. The light seemed to be reaching out to her and even though she backed against the far wall, it still managed to wrap itself around her too. Shielding her eyes, Aya opened her mouth and screamed. Abruptly, everything within her vision went black.