Fuu buried her face in her knees, now covered by some tattered men's clothes, since naturally they hadn't let her keep the fancy kimono. Everything about the small jail was uncomfortable, from the coldness of the stone floor that seemed to seep through the bottom of her clothes to the leers and calls of the drunken men in the other cell that made her skin crawl. The idea that she would eventually have to relieve herself in front of them had her none too pleased either. However, the thing that made her most uncomfortable was her own thoughts.
Well you've really done it now. Your little scheme made some extra cash for a while, but then you had to panic and kill someone. If that's not bad enough, you had to get caught, just because you're you were a spaz! What would mom think? A samurai's daughter tripping over a fancy kimono. Well, realistically she would probably be more upset at the steeling and murder, but she would say that a samurai's daughter should be graceful and poised. At least I'll be executed and won't have to deal with my other predicament. Wait, I am a horrible person to think something like that. I really am a horrible person, I killed someone. I mean that guy was an ass, but he probably didn't deserve to die. I wonder if he had a family. That guy didn't really suffer, but how will his family feel when they find out? That guy was an ass and he would have hurt me, so I guess he maybe slightly deserved it, but his family never did anything to me, and I have caused suffering for them. I wonder if they even know he's not coming home.
She was distracted from her misery by some kind of commotion near the entrance of the jail. Several voices were shouting and she heard the sound of breaking pottery. Sounds like someone doesn't want to go quietly. As the commotion neared, she heard some sort of furniture tip over, and that there was at least ten men yelling. She made out one voice, bellowing and growling over the others. No, it can't be. My life isn't that weird, and besides, he's living in Edo, why would he be all the way out here? The origin of the gruff obscenities was now in the jail, though not yet in sight. She could hear the sounds of wood and steel scraping and banging against the stone floor.
"You ugly wads of saggy horse balls! I could kill every damn one of if you just took me on three at a time!"
I'll be damned, my life is that weird, she thought, laughing in spite of herself.
He continued to bellow his creative obscenities as they forced him into the cell with the other men, but she didn't need to see his face before she knew who it had to be. No one swears quite like him.