Author's Notes: Ok I wanted to do some one shots and I got the idea for this one after I read volume one of Samurai Champloo. Well it's a one shot but will have 2 parts but only if you say so. I think this is a pretty good idea for a quick story and it's from Ryou's POV and if you want me to then I'll make a second part that will be Bakura's POV. By the way, just so you don't get mixed up, the Bakura in this is Bakura's Egyptian form not his form where he looks like an older version of Ryou… GOT IT? Ok Oh yeah and it has Yaoi so I'll say when it starts and when it ends so if you don't want to read it you know where to skip.

Readers: GET ON WITH IT!

OK, Ok, so here it is:

Sunflower Samurai

"No, please… l-let me go!" Ryou pleaded as the man grabbed his wrist roughly. "I-I was going to pay. I swear!"

"Oh yeah? With what?" He dragged the white haired teen towards him, grabbing his other wrist. Ryou stared with horror as the man smirked at him menacingly. He couldn't escape and could only imagine in horror, what the shopkeeper would do to him. His body began to feel weak as it shook under his captor's grip. The poor boy hadn't eaten in days and with no money, had resorted to stealing (with little success).

"I-I'll get the money, I'll pay for it-"

"It's too late for that!" He growled. Various people in the street watched as the simpering boy was dragged towards the stall. Ryou gasped when his left arm was pinned to the table and the man pulled out a large knife. Ryou fell to his knees as he stared at the rusty object.

"No! Please, not that!" He cried out in distress, attempting to pull away from the man's grip, but he was too weak. The shopkeeper just snorted in amusement.

"Petty thief! You're going to get what you deserve!" Ryou closed his eyes as the blade came down. There was a moment when his mind drifted away to try and phase out the pain, but there was no pain. Nothing happened until he heard the pained cried of the shopkeeper. He suddenly realised that his arm was free and completely in tact. He opened his eyes timidly and the colour fell from his face when he saw the man rolling about on the floor, crying out. His hand that had held Ryou down was gone and blood spouted from the wound like a fountain. He saw the amputated hand lying on the table next to his arm and gave out a squeal as he pulled away from it. The blood sprayed everywhere as the teen and on-lookers watched in horror. He glanced down at his hands and clothes, which were covered with the crimson liquid. A lump rose in his throat and Ryou felt like he was going to throw up: clasping his hands over his mouth as he gagged.

"You shouldn't pick on the weak." A cold voice said from beside Ryou. The teen turned to see a stranger with tanned skin and white hair much like his own. There was a large double-t scar on his right cheek and leering out from under his bangs, were piercing grey eyes. Ryou stared at him in wonder and lowered his gaze to see a blood covered sword. He was a samurai!

The samurai watched the now still body of the shopkeeper as the blood continued to leek from his arm. He was still alive, but just barely. Ryou continued to watch the stranger; he found it impossible to pull away his gaze. He suddenly jumped when the samurai stared back down at him. His face was emotionless as he slid the sword back into the case attached to his waist and headed down the street. Ryou's eyes followed him and the minute he disappeared from sight, the teen got to his feet and ran after him. A gathering of people crowded around the now half dead man at the stall as Ryou caught up with the samurai. At first he just stayed behind him and took in the appearance silently. He was so cold, so distant, yet something drew Ryou to him. He wore a maroon gown that lay over his bare chest and knee high bottoms that hung loosely over his thighs.

"Why are you following me?" His voice was so stiff and cold. It held little emotion and caused Ryou to shiver.

"Uh…" He began. He didn't even know why he was following him, but thought he should make something up. "I… wanted to thank you." The samurai chuckled s little.

"You should not tell lies to a samurai… but you are welcome." There was a moment of silence as both continued to walk dawn the street.

"So… why did you help me?" Ryou said unsurely. He seemed friendly enough but what if he decided he wanted to kill him? What if he got annoyed?

"I had my own reasons." He put bluntly. Ryou sighed as he felt a slight sensation of disappointment. He didn't know why but he's almost hoped…

"So kid," The stranger broke through his thoughts. "You got a name?"

Ryou went silent in surprise but managed to force the words from his mouth.

"R-Ryou… My- my names Ryou." He blushed slightly from his stuttering but the samurai didn't seem to notice.

"That's a nice name." He didn't really sound too bothered but said it anyway. He suddenly stopped and Ryou froze behind him, only inches from him. The samurai turned to face him, both not speaking. Ryou looked up into his eyes, they were so deep, so… empty: like he had lost any emotions. The other just grunted as watched Ryou staring at him.

"You got somewhere to stay?" Ryou was puzzled by the sudden question. "Well I take it you don't have a home." Bakura added as though it was a good reason.

"Uh…n-no…" Ryou bowed his head. "I don't." He could feel the other watching him. Almost as though he pitied him, but then again, the samurai was very emotionless. A warm breeze blew through the street, picking up dust as it went. The samurai's gown blew towards Ryou as if inviting him in. Ryou felt his own ragged clothes pulling on his body. The other sighed heavily and finally spoke.

"You'll stay with me." He commanded and Ryou stared up at him, wide eyed. Why was this total stranger doing this? Obviously he wouldn't refuse but didn't quite feel right.

"Uh… I…" He couldn't find the words.

"Don't mention it." The stranger replied, knowing what was going to be said anyway. He turned away from Ryou and took a step forwards before stopping again and turning his head to face him. "My names Bakura." He added before turning forwards again and walking. Ryou just stood on the spot, still unsure what was happening. "Come." Bakura commanded and the white haired teen quickly followed him.

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Bakura slid the door open to reveal a small room with a folded bed on the floor (A/N: I'm talking about those fold up bed things they have in Japan.) The samurai walked in and turned to face Ryou who was stood in the doorway. He peered around the room. It was basic, but better than where he'd stayed the past few months. Ever since his father was killed, he lived alone and could no longer afford to stay at his house, so was forced to live in the streets. When he finally snapped out of his thoughts, he looked to see Bakura talking to one of the maids who worked at the inn. She nodded her head and left the room for a while before returning with an extra set of bedding.

"Domo." Bakura thanked before taking the bedding and the maid left, sliding the door shut behind her. The samurai lay the sheets on the floor next to, what Ryou presumed, was his bed. He looked up at the teen and saw the bloodied clothes he was wearing. Ryou watched as he grabbed a bag on the floor and pulled out some clothes.

"Here." He threw them to Ryou who lurched forwards to catch them. He stared blankly at Bakura, who stared back emotionlessly. "You can wear those until your clothes are cleaned." He added and turned away from Ryou to rummage through his bag. The teen looked around and, finding nowhere else to get changed, pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. He stared down at his bare torso. His ribs stuck out and he barely had a stomach. With a sigh, Ryou slipped the new shirt on over his skinny body. He could feel Bakura watching him from the corner of his eye. The samurai unsheathed his sword and Ryou looked at it. It was stained with red that had dried to the steel and made it lose its shine. Bakura grabbed a cloth and ran it up the blade; the crimson was easily wiped away and the steel was left clear until Ryou could see himself in it once had got changed. The clothes were obviously not his size: the red shirt, a similar design to the samurai's gown, hung low not far above his knees and the short sleeves covered most of his arms, and the short bottoms were about half a foot from the ground. Bakura looked at him, a hint of amusement on his features as he returned to his blade. Ryou blushed, slightly angry but didn't speak. Bakura whistled and the maid suddenly appeared at the door.

"Would you clean those please?" He jerked his head towards Ryou and the maid nodded before approaching him and taking the bloody clothes from him. She left the room and they were left alone again.

"So…" Bakura broke through the stale mood of the room. "You must be hungry." He got to his feet and both froze when a loud gurgling noise erupted from Ryou's stomach. He wrapped his arms around it and groaned. "I'll take that as a yes." Bakura mused. He walked over to one of the doors that led into a side ally beside the inn. He slipped out and Ryou followed unsurely. The door was closed and Bakura led him out onto the street were the light was fading as the sun lowered. The teen was led into what looked like a noodle bar and watched as the samurai sat by a table. He followed and sat on the other side of the small table. Bakura held up two fingers to the man at the bar who nodded and soon placed two bowls on the table. Ryou watched the man leave, being given an odd look. It must have been because of his clothes; or because he hadn't washed for a while… Did he smell? His attention came to the bowl on the table, which was filled with a generous helping of ramen.

"Eat up." Bakura said as he began to eat from his own bowel. Ryou didn't feel right eating the food but he would be a fool to turn it down. He was starving, he had no money, and this was most likely going to be a one-time thing. He delved into his food and ate it quickly. Once the solids had gone, he raised the bowl to his lips and gulped down the liquid that sat at the bottom. He ex-haled deeply and savoured the after taste in his mouth. He looked up at the samurai who had barely even started and had been watching him. His face burned a little.

"Finished already?" Bakura chuckled. "Hey!" He called over to the man at the bar who faced him. "Another bowl for my friend here!" And Ryou's eyes widened. Was this guy for real? This total stranger had not only saved his life, had not only given him somewhere to sleep, but was also feeding him… generously! This was all too good to be true but it was happening.

Someone up there must really love me right now! The teen thought cheerily. A fresh bowl of ramen was set down before Ryou and he was in no way reluctant as he began to eat again. He took his time now, not wanting to make Bakura feel he had to get him any more.

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It was late in the evening as night began to take over the small village. There was little noise but there was the distinctive racket of drunks in the nearby bars. Ryou lay on his side as he watched Bakura with unbreakable concentration. He wasn't sure why but every time he looked into that cold face, which had so rarely smiled or showed joy, he felt a warmth inside of him. Why was the samurai so stiff? Had something happened to him or his family? The scar on his face looked like it had been a serious injury. Ryou had instantly thought it was a battle wound, but what if it was something else…

"How did you get that scar?" He decided to enquire, curiosity swarming his thoughts. Bakura looked at him with his empty eyes and suddenly appeared much more cold. Ryou could practically feel the anger and sorrow oozing from the other.

"It's nothing." The samurai said before turning away. "It's just a battle wound." Ryou sighed, he wasn't entirely convinced but then again Bakura seemed like an honest person.

"Oh… I just thought… maybe something happened to you… like… me…" He trailed of as thoughts from his past came back. Bakura returned his gaze to the boy. Ryou's eyes were downcast as tears welled up in them.

"You okay?" Bakura asked silently as Ryou wiped his eyes on his sleeve. He sniffed and didn't reply. "You want to tell me about it?" Ryou's eyes rose so they met the samurai's. He swallowed unsurely but took a deep breath to calm himself. He nodded silently and lowered his gaze again.

"I-it started about a year ago." He choked through the tears that reappeared in his eyes and the horrible memories came back.

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Ryou was sat in his room, writing a letter to his dead mother. He knew it was pointless but it made him feel better, thinking that he could tell her about his life as though she had merely gone away. He just lived with his father and younger sister now and life was… difficult. His father had to juggle his job and looking after his two children, but Ryou insisted he was old enough to care for both. It was getting late and his remaining family members were sat in the main room, his father reading his sister a bedtime story. There house was so tranquil; it was still part of the main village but was near the outskirts. The boy gave a sigh as he listened to the muffled sound of his father's voice. He finished his letter and folded it neatly, placing it in the draw with various other letters. He stretched and yawned, ready to turn in for the night when there was a knocking from outside. He listened as his father got to his feet and walked towards the main entrance to the house. Ryou pressed his ear against the door and listened as voices he had never heard before spoke to his father.

"No… I-I need more time!" His father pleaded.

"Well Mr Bakura, we made ourselves perfectly clear…" A cold voice spoke. "Either you pay back the loan by our dead line… or we will have to take matters into our own hands." Ryou's eyes widened when he heard the sound of a sword being sheathed. His father's cried were heard as he fled but with little success. The teen's shaking hand pulled the door open a jar so he could see. His father fell to the floor as a man pulled a sword from his chest. His heart missed a beat as it was then mercilessly driven down into the man's skull. He was frozen in place; tears welled in his eyes as horror took over his body. Blood sprayed up from his father's corpse as the sword was removed and another man strolled into the room, looking down at the body.

"Good work." He said to the killer, who Ryou couldn't see. All he saw was the sword that had a beautiful dragon calved into it near the handle. Blood dripped from it onto the floor. Ryou almost fainted but shot up when tiny footsteps entered the room. There was a small whimper.

"Daddy?" The young girl's voice breathed. There was a grunt from the man who stood over the teen's father as he looked at the little girl. "DADDY!" She ran over to the corpse but didn't even touch it before the sword was slashed across her throat.

"No." Ryou whispered, the tears now flowing freely from his eyes. "NO!" He ran out from his hiding place and knelt down by his dead family members. His whole body shook as he bowed his head. His hair fell over his shoulders and covered his face. The blood on the floor soaked into his clothes and swam around his hands. Loud sobs escaped from him and he cried out.

"Well what are you waiting for?" The man's voice came. "Kill him!" And Ryou looked up to see the killer slowly walking over to him. The low sun from outside silhouetted his body. The teen gasped and quickly ran away, making his way to the back entrance to the house. He could hear the footsteps behind him and didn't look back. His lungs began to burn as he ran out onto the street and deeper into the village. People gave him odd looks as he ran, blood covering his clothes and hands; they then moved out the way when they saw the other chasing after him. Ryou was beginning to tire and needed to lose the killer quick. He dived into a back alley and climbed into a waste bin. Sweat covered his face as his eyes flickered about, his body shaking franticly. He heard footsteps slowly enter the alley and the killer looked around, not looking very hard. Ryou slowly lifted his head so the lid of the bin moved out of his way and he watched as the stranger sighed and left. Not daring to risk being found, he sat back in his hiding place and stayed put for what felt like hours. The cold night air nipped at his skin and he huddled into a ball. His eyes closed reluctantly as he found himself falling into a deep sleep, no longer able to stay awake.

The teen awoke as something was dropped over his head. He looked up and a man was staring at him from the opening in the bin.

"Hey kid! What are you doing in there?" Ryou suddenly stood up and looked around. It was morning and he had been in the alley all night! He got out of his hiding place, falling over in the process. Tears filled his eyes again as he ran back to his house. He remembered the images of his slaughtered father and sister. The blood was now dried on his clothes and hands and he felt it stick on his fingers. His home was finally in sight and there was a small crowd of people stood in the doorway. He shoved past them and looked at the scene before him. Two bodies lay, massacred in a pool of blood. People whispered from behind him and stared at the bodies. Ryou fell to his knees and watched emotionlessly as he was dragged away from the bloody scene.

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Tears stained Ryou's face as they fell down.

"They were murdered…" He murmured weakly. "And I don't even know who did it." Bakura watched him with his empty grey eyes. He didn't even look like he was sorry for Ryou; he just stared blankly.

"Ryou." The samurai murmured. But he was cut off when the small boy dove into his arms. His face buried in the warm chest and he clung onto him desperately. The other's arms wrapped around him lightly in return and Ryou was lost in the loving feeling. It had been so long since he had held anyone, let alone had someone hold him back. He breathed in deeply to try and calm his emotions and sucked in the wondrous smell of the samurai.

He smells of… sunflowers… Ryou thought calmly. Bakura didn't move for a while and just let the teen calm himself. Ryou's eyes snapped open when he realised what he had done and pulled away.

"I'm sorry." He muttered as he lowered his gaze. Bakura sighed and got to his feet. Ryou watched as he headed to the door. "Where are you going?"

"I need a drink." Bakura said groggily. "You want one?" Ryou shook his head.

"I think I'll just go to sleep. Thanks anyway." The samurai just shrugged and left the room. The teen was alone… how long had he been alone? He had no family, no friends, nowhere he could call home. He quickly shook the thoughts from his mind and climbed into his warm bed. He pulled the covers up near his head and slowly closed his eyes, a tear rolling down his cheek before he fell asleep.

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Ryou stirred a little as the sound of someone entering the room disturbed him. He could tell from the groans it was Bakura. He smiled a little before dozing back off but was broken from sleep when he was shoved aside and another body moved into his bed. Two arms wrapped around him and held him close.

"Bakura?" Ryou whispered as he tried to turn to face him. How drunk was he? He didn't really mind. The extra warmth was nice, a good change of pace from the lifeless warmth that the covers gave. He felt his eyelids shut again as the sound of Bakura's breathing soothed him but they soon shot open when the other's hand crept up his shirt. His whole body was pulled towards Bakura's chest as his lips began to press on the teen's neck.

"Bakura!" He cried as he forced his body to face the samurai's. His arms wrapped around the teen's waist and pulled them into his own. Ryou threw his head back as their crotches rubbed together and a strange sensation filled his body. He rolled onto his back and the samurai straddled his waist, stopping him from escaping. Ryou looked into his glazed eyes as Bakura slowly lifted his shirt off and stared down at the pale flesh. A tanned hand moved over the skin, caressing it lovingly. He began to mew silently but they were cut short when he was forced to lye on his front. His bottoms were slipped from on top his backside and something was inserted into his entrance. He groaned from the pain he received and waited for it to stop. It was suddenly removed but replaced with a larger object and Ryou cried out in pain. He could feel Bakura's hands gripping onto his hips as he moved in and out of him. At first he could feel nothing but pain through his hips and legs and felt like he would pass out from it; but then a moan forced its way from his mouth as a bolt of pleasure ran though his body. His eyes were wide open and he panted heavily as it continued. The samurai thrust into him almost carelessly and the teen's body shook from the strain. He felt as though it had been happening for hours but heard a loud moan from Bakura. He was filled as the samurai's seed poured into him. He lay exhausted as the other fell on top of him and his eyes finally slid shut and he fell asleep.

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The sun had hung in the sky for many hours now and the streets were full of shoppers and workers. The pleasant rumble of people chatting filled the air and the bird sang sweetly. Ryou's eyes opened as the daylight poured into the room. He rolled over onto his back and felt horrible. He groaned as his legs ached and he suddenly remembered what happened. He sat up and looked around; Bakura was nowhere in sight and even his bed was gone. The teen looked down at himself and realised he was completely bare. He rushed to find his clothes in the mess of bed sheets and slipped them on hurriedly. He got up and began to walk over to the door that led outside. He was forced to limp as pain shot through his legs but he needed to find Bakura. Sliding the door open, he looked out along the street, but there was no sign of the white haired samurai. Ryou felt tears well up in his eyes as he continued to find nothing; it was obvious the man had left a long time ago and would not return. He sighed heavily and sat down on the steps, staring out onto the street as though Bakura would emerge from the crowd and come back to him.

Once the white haired teen had got his legs back, he aimlessly walked down the street with nowhere else to go. He was alone again and back to how he had been as though nothing had happened. He kept his eyes covered as his bangs fell over them and hid them in shadow. He was losing the will to carry on had no idea what to do. It was like his father's death all over again. When he met Bakura, he was given hope that maybe things were changing for the better; but he could see now that the samurai had just used him as his whore. Why did everything good that happened have to be crushed? Any hope he once had was now completely obliterated in a blaze of flame and he didn't know what to do anymore. He gave up.

Suddenly, he was grabbed by the arm and dragged backwards into an alley. A hand pressed down over his mouth to quite any shouts. Ryou barely struggled but instinctively yelled out in shock. He felt as his body was thrown onto the floor and his attacker pinned his arms by his head. He looked up and his sight was blurred and the figure was silhouetted. The image soon cleared and Ryou's eyes widened when he was who it was.

"Bakura…" He breathed as he stared into the samurai's eyes. His chest moved in and out and he could feel the other's breath blowing into his open mouth. Their lips were centimetres apart and he could feel the heat radiate off them. Bakura did not speak but stared at the small teen. Ryou's heart raced. He had come back; the samurai who saved his life; his sunflower samurai.

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Author's Notes: Hope you like that and as I said before… I'm thinking of doing a second part that's Bakura's POV so please review and say so. If you say this stories a load of crap them I wont bother but please say! REVIEW XD!