DISCLAIMER: Be nice and please, no flames, since this is my first SC fic and I'm not too well acquainted with the characters. Besides, this poem's (yes, it's a poem) use is strictly for giving 'a nice ring' to the ear. The first part of the poem isn't supposed to make sense. I was warming up. And the rest? Please R &R to tell me what you think. AND REMEMBER, no flames.

Samurai Champloo—Untitled

By Morbid Mother

I lay here, my mind drifting back and forth, across the landscape that I've learned to become invincible by. Drifting over the trees and animals that sing in the same forlorn voice as my own. A voice that holds solitude and loneliness in its bosom. My fellow enemy and our charge, sitting here, like this. But, unlike the conclusion that comes to mind, they are not disruptive of the balance between man and nature. Quite the contrary.

DJ fast forwards disk

Another time and place

Same person

And a new face

Sitting in the ever stretching field of sunflowers, my world tries to begin ridding itself of the woman that had once walked it. But sighs cannot erase the memories nor can the seeds of the dandelions disperse so that her soul may once again be planted and reborn to me. The world and its cruel entirety have taken away the one thing that had brought hope to my condemned soul.

The world will pay for stealing from me.

Death will not come swift and easily, for I plan to make it pay for the debt long overdue…

For stealing from me which had thus brought hope to my condemned soul.

There is nothing left to do but despair at the loss of a woman so dedicated to her goal that it had become a skill all its own. Whether leaving or dead at the hands of the man that she has come to adore, it had no bearing weight in my mind.

She is gone, never to return.

She is dead to me.

And although I could not take pleasure from her with my hands, I did so from behind the blanket in my eyes.

But now that she is gone—

Gone from me…

I have reduced her to nothing more than dead to keep my soul and body from forever wondering and wandering for her…about her.

The scent of sunflowers has now become sickening at the prospect of continuing living the way I had been before I met her; all because of one puny living thing.

And although I could not take pleasure from her with my hands, I did so from behind the blanket in my eyes. Even if the time spent looking for the samurai who smelled of sunflowers was mostly unpleasant, at least, in her presence, it had been a break from my normal solitude and loneliness. So thick, the feelings had been that at times I had felt as if I was inhaling water.

I will make the world pay the debt long over due for dragging me through such hell, then stealing from me the one thing that had brought hope to my condemned soul.

Death will not come swift and easy.

Even though I could not share pleasure with her by my hands, I did so from behind the blanket in my eyes. No, death will not come swift and easy.

Or, on the other hand, I'll just take everything back.

I stood and turned to the two figures standing a ways away. The conversation wasn't an argument, but neither was it peaceful.

I approached the man and said calmly, but firmly, "I am sorry, sensei, but I cannot allow your daughter to accompany you."

Author's Notes: I know it's cheesy, but what can I say? I always wanted to right a little itty bitty SC fic so I did. It came out even worse because Jin isn't exactly my favorite character, but he had fit the criteria.