Chapter One:
Saved?
((Fuu))
It's just a whispered cry for help. Barely audible above his laughter, and never to reach your ears, it stays hovering in the room, in this stale air that lingers about me. It's just a whispered cry for help, but I hope that some how someone has heard it. Though I know it will never reach you, because you are probably thousands of miles away, if you aren't dead…I'll whisper your name until my very last breath. I know that my end is coming soon. I can see it in my captor's eyes…I can feel it in my captor's touch…I can smell it in my captor's breath. Soon, very soon, I will be no longer. It's very simple, and I've figured out exactly what will happen.
First he will rape me. Savagely take what is mine…what should be yours. He doesn't care about how I feel. He is only worried about his wants and his needs. When he is done with me…and I can satisfy him no longer…that's when he'll kill me.
A razor sharp sword is lying only two or three feet away from where I am lying. I would reach for it if I could, but my hands have been tied and are pinned above my head. I would reach for it, but I know that I am too weak, and this man is too strong. I should be quiet, stop struggling, and just except what fate has offered to me. I know that in a few short hours that blade will slice deep into my through, and my blood will have be spilt, just because he finds no more pleasure in my pain.
At least then, when he slices my throat, my heart will stop beating. You can't love someone when you are dead. I love someone. I shouldn't love him. I should hate him…I should forget him…yet I cherish ever memory of him, good or bad. Do you know who this person is? When my heart stops beating, I will forget.
It is just a whispered cry for help, a plea that floats through the walls and enters the nothingness of night, a teardrop that refuses to fall, and a child who has lost her innocence. It is all of these things, and yet it is nothing…it is just there, lingering above me, reminding me that you could never hear it. Why would you want to hear it? You never cared before, why start caring now?
"Stop saying that name."
I should say, 'never, you can never make me stop saying his name,' but I know that I shouldn't say another word. I know that I could die any time now. I know that I am making my captor very, very mad at me. I know these things, but I don't care. Why should I care if I'm going to die anyway?
"I said stop saying that name, bitch."
Those yells mean nothing to me. The pain on my cheek where he has slapped me doesn't mean a thing to me. You are the only thing that brings meaning to anything and everything. But you don't matter anymore…soon nothing will matter. I will be gone.
I can't stand how his breath feels against my neck, or how his hands feel on my breast, or how his legs feel between my own legs. I can't stand being forced into something that I don't want to do. Something that I would rather be doing with you, but something that I will never be able to do with you.
I can feel his hands as they slide around my neck. He's squeezing so hard that I think my head will explode. I'm good as dead now. I'm already partly dead. I can feel myself leaving this horrid place; slowly my soul is being pulled from my body. Slowly I am beginning to find peace and comfort. Finally I can be free…finally I can forget about…
"Get your fucking hands off her, you bastard."
It takes everything I have left in me to open my eyes. It takes everything I have left in me to turn my head. It takes everything, including one final choked breath to whisper…
"Mugen…"
Definitely now I am slipping, falling fast and faster into the nothingness of death. It doesn't matter how hard I try to live, because this time, I'm going to die. I'm very sleepy, and I can't keep my eyes open very much longer…
"I told you to get your fucking hands off of her," your voice is cold and dark. I can feel you gazing at me, and before my eyes close I hear you murmur, "I'm sorry I didn't come for you sooner, Fuu."
It's ok. You are forgiven…now let me sleep.
Disclaimer – I don't own Samurai Champloo. I wish I did, but that will never happen.
I know, I know! I still owe you guys the next chapter of Chancing Fate but I had this idea, and it really didn't go with that story. So I hope you guys/gals, like this one just as much as that one. There will be more if I get some reviews. Much love and Hearts to you guys!
