My first Samurai Champloo fic, so please R & R! Your reviews will let me no whether or not I should continue. And this is just a prologue of sorts, so forgive it's shortness.
Symbolism on the Center Stage
"The Kyogen Theater!" Fuu said with a flourish as she swept her hand upward and towards the sky,"We'll be able to find work here for sure!"
Her two companions deflated simultaneously, deep frowns following suit.
"You must be kidding." Jin's left eyebrow twitched.
He stared upward, clearly unimpressed with the scenery before him.
It was a large, elaborate building. Atleast two story, with too many steps, a red roof, and one gigantic set of wooden doors.
Both were thrown open wide in provocation, just daring the curious to venture within.
Theater, indeed.
"There is not a chance in hell." Mugen ground out, eyes closed, all patience gone.
"Why not?" Fuu, unlike her counterparts, was absolutely beaming, proud of herself and feeling more than a little bit pleased about her discovery.
She'd dragged them halfway through the town, up roads and down alleyways, just to get to this stupid place she'd heard about, proclaiming the whole way that it was perfect, just perfect for them and that when they saw it, they, too, would agree.
However, that had yet to be the case.
"This is our big chance to make some real money!" She accentuated at the end, shooting them both a pointed look before making her way up the steps, two at a time.
"My ass!" Mugen spat, scratching his neck and eyeing the building in front of them with contempt, though he followed suit.
Jin nodded his head in regard to the statement, and lagged behind momentarily, staring at the building in calculation before he sauntered on, close behind.
"Money's not the only thing we get, ya know." Fuu said slyly with a grunt, her back to them as she continued upward,"I heard that if we participate, not only do we get paid every week, but also we get free meals, and a place to sleep." She smirked.
Like Mugen or Jin could/would refuse that.
It was just too good of an offer, especially for them.
"Free, you say?" Jin slowed, suspicious of this.
"That's right. Free." Fuu hopped up the last step, standing before the entrance.
"Says who?" Mugen scoffed, disbelieving.
"I believe, I do." A young woman said kindly as she appeared in the entrance-way, a delicate and warm smile on her face as she greeted them.
The woman was absolutely beautiful with long, raven hair and pale skin that matched well with her intricately designed kimono of royal blue. A comb was tucked neatly behind her ear, white in color with matching royal blue flowers clustered around the handle.
"And..And you are?" Fuu had to admit, this woman was quite a sight.
And by the looks of it--Mugen's glazed expression, Jin staring downward over the top of his glasses--she wasn't the only one who thought so.
The woman laughed lightly, a hand covering her mouth,"Please forgive me, my name is Aomori Yukio." She bowed politely. "Won't you come in? I'm sure you're here because of the theater positions, correct?"
"You got that right, lady." Mugen was the one who answered, suprisingly, causing Fuu to do a double-take and altogether gape like a fish out of water."So, let's get down to business." He said, taking big strides as he followed the woman inside the theater, head held high all the way.
"You gotta be kidding me!" Fuu said, astonished and offended, as she ran after him.
Jin simply shook his head, sighing, before joining them inside.