A samurai walked through a field of sunflowers. As he walked, he cut of the head of them with his sword, mindlessly. He wandered, never getting anywhere. Suddenly he stopped.
" Father!" came a young girls voice, " Father! Come back!" The samurai looked at her sadly and smiled. He slowly disappeared into the sunflower. When the young girl finally reached him, he was gone.
Fuu awoke with a start. She had been dreaming of the sunflower samurai. She slowly sat up, looking at her roommates. Jin sat propped against a wall, his eyes closed and his mouth opened slightly. The small shack they had found barely fit them. Especially since Mugen lay stretched out on the ground, snoring loudly. Fuu smiled. These were the men that would help her find her sunflower samurai. She quietly got up and crept out of the shack. As she left, a hand shot out and grabbed her ankle.
"Where are you going?" came a quiet voice. Fuu looked down at Jin's long slender fingers enclosed around her ankle.
" Out to get us some breakfast. Would you like to come? I don't think he'll be up for a while." Jin's fingers let go.
"Yes, I'd better come with you." Jin stood up, checking to see if he had disturbed Mugen. He let out a particularly large snore. Fuu giggled softly.
"He's such an idiot." She spoke softly, as not to disturb him. Her heart softened. She walked outside into the humid summer air. She felt Jin's presence.
"Where can we go?" asked Fuu.
" I don't mind." He replied. Fuu smiled, and turned on her heal, running toward the town. Jin walked close behind. As they entered the town, murmurs of the townspeople met their ears. Jin stepped in front of Fuu. They were entering gang territory.
Many of the men whistled and whooped at Fuu as she walked by. She held her head up, determined not to be fazed by their jeers.
"What are they doing up so early in the morning, anyways," Fuu muttered angrily.
"Don't strut like that, It'll only make then want you more." A voice came from behind her. Fuu knew without turning who it was.
"Oh. Your up. Good! We were just going for something to eat." Said Fuu and Mugen ran up to her.
"Oh food. Sounds good to me. How'd you except we'll get the food with no money?" asked Mugen. Jin stopped.
"That's where we come in." Jin said. Now Fuu stopped.
" I don't think so! I don't want you mugging any innocent people anymore! You've got us kicked out of to many towns for that!" Fuu shouted. Jin and Mugen ignored her. Their eyes were set on each other. Mugen was the first to jump. He clanged his sword against Jin's, the blades sending of sparks. Fuu sighed irritably.
" Can't you guys be on the same street without fighting?" asked Fuu.
"Apparently not!" said Mugen quickly, as he dodged the tip of Jin's blade.
Fuu decided it better if she left them to it. She wandered down the streets. She found a small restraunt that appeared vacant. She walked in and sat at one of the tables. She peered around. It seemed pretty old fashioned. A few tables, a few pictures on the wall. She put her head on the table. After a while, Fuu heard foot steps. Someone slid into the chair in front of her. She reluctantly lifted her head to a kindly old man staring at her.
"What's the matter, honey?" he asked kindly.
" Oh nothing, I was just waiting and I guess I got carried away in thought…" Her voice trailed of. She stared at him. Suddenly, she frowned.
"Your not gonna kidnap me, are you?" she asked skeptically. The old man chuckled.
" No, I wont lay a hand on you. Are you hungry, can I get you anything?" he asked.
" Oh sir, I wish you could, but I have no money." Fuu said sadly. The old mans face hardend.
"You shouldn't have come in here without money! Get out of my restaurant now!" Fuu, who was very taken aback by the outburst, hurried out the restaurant. A plate followed her out, and smashed against a neighboring restaurant's wall. The owner leaned out of the door. A big lady wearing a brown apron. She called out to Fuu.
"No money, am I right?" she asked in a deep womanly voice.
"Yes, but please don't throw a plate at me, I wasn't planning on coming in your restaurant." The fat lady chortled loudly.
" Oh honey, I get that all the time! Come on in!" She disappeared inside. Fuu decided she had nothing to lose. She wandered in the restaurant. This was more her style. Laughing and a welcoming atmosphere. There was sort of a bar set up around the restaurant, piled with food. The fat lady handed Fuu a plate.
"Dig in! You need some meat on your bones! By the way, what your name?" she asked happily. Fuu hesitated, but it seemed she could trust this women.
"Fuu. I'm a traveler on search for a sunflower samurai."
"Fuu. What a nice name! I'm Aneko! I'm afraid I cant help you in finding a sunflower samurai, but since your hungry, I know I'm being of some help!"
"Yes, Aneko, I really appreciate this! I also have two companions I'm traveling with. If it wouldn't be too much trouble…" Aneko seemed to read her mind.
"Well go get them! They must be hungry if you are!"
"Oh thank you! They will be thrilled! I will be right back!" She ran out of the restaurant. As she traveled farther down the street, she could hear their clanging swords still going at it. This time, however, there was a crowd around them. She pushed her way through it.
"Hey you two, food!" she shouted. Jin and Mugen immediately stopped. They walked out of the quickly parted crowd. They all stared as the three of them walked back toward Aneko's restaurant. As they drew near, Fuu could hear the laughter. When they walked in, Aneko ran to greet them.
When they were all introduced, Mugen and Jin attacked the bar , filling four plates each and stripping the bar of its contents. They ate as if they hadn't ever tasted food. Aneko watched them with a satisfying look. She patted Fuu on the back, who nearly choked on her oyster kebab.
" So which one of them is yours?" Aneko asked with interest.
" Pardon me?" asked Fuu.
" You know, which one sparks you interest, she asked, winking at Fuu. Fuu giggled.
" Neither of them actually. They're always fighting. Both of them are just way to violent." She watched Mugen eat. Aneko caught her staring.
" It's the dark one, isn't it. I thought so. The way he looks at you is a dead giveaway."
"The way he looks at me?" asked Fuu, feeling herself blush.
"Yea." She replied, a faraway look on her face. Fuu felt something very different as she looked at Mugen again, who was attaking the desserts. It wasn't of annoyance or disgust, but a fluttery feeling. She looked down and concentrated on her kebabs.
I have no time for love, thought Fuu, I must find my sunflower samurai.
I must.