Fuu had always been a good natured child, that is to say that she always shared her crayons, learned all her lessons, and most of all listened to her mother. When she reached the age of two, her mother moved to a new place far away from her father into a quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of a decent sized town to raise your child in.
Immediately two mothers befriended the single mom and brought their boys by to play every Saturday, while the women did their women things inside. They let Fuu play with these boys, the four year old, Mugen, was rowdy and had plenty of attitude at a young age. The other boy, six and in school, was quiet, calm and called Jin. Fuu ran around the yard, chased by Mugen, and Jin would watch patiently and if Mugen ever pushed Fuu down, as he often did, he would run up to Fuu, help her up and push Mugen down with great forcce.
Fuu loved her tire swing in the backyard and Mugen sometimes pushed her while she sat on it. Jin would watch them like a hawk and if Mugen pushed her a little too hard (you could tell by the way she tightly clutch the tire and the smile would vanish) he would stomp up to Mugen, push him with all his might and push little Fuu on his own.
But before she could ever have a memory with them that she could keep for the rest of her life, Jin's house burned down while he was at school, killing his parents so he was sent to his uncle, and Mugen moved to the inner city two states away. Both would have vague memories of a little girl always in fuscia, their earliest memory from two very short childhoods.
A/N: This is in America yet I kept their original names so as not to cause any confusion. I don't own Samurai Champloo but if I did, it would have gone on forever! This is my first SC fic. This is the prologue, the other chapters will be much longer.