The Meaning of Long Sleeves

By Haru

This is entirely Soujirou's POV

Diclaimer: I am not responsible for this fic, wait, yes I am, just not for the show I'm using.

I dislike OC's. All characters from original show are in this.

I stare at the ground beneath me. It moves in slow motion. I look around. My vision

is slow motion. All I feel is the spin of the every day world. The world that graciously accepts

anyone but me, it seems. I no longer wear that smile. It's been lost tome for at least 2 years

now. The last time I smiled, will be the last time I will ever smile, I beleive. I keep walking down that

road. It's as if everything I have believed in my 17 years of life means nothing. My years has

been stretched. I am not those kids whom you see eager for their next birthday. I can't count

down the days, I don't know my own birthday. I barely know I'm 17.I've been wandering now for 4 years.

I stopped smiling 2 years ago, because I have found no reason to keep smiling. I'm beginning

to think that my wandering years have been a mistake. Can a person really find their true meaning

of life in 10 years? I suppose I'm not a believer in believing.

I look to my right, to my left, and to the clouds about to cry. It's not a particularly sad day,

I just always liked saying the clouds were crying rather then just saying it is raining.

I've been told that it's stupid though, to say something senseless, evenif it made me feel better.

I got glass broken over my head for saying it, actually. To my left there is a saloon, and on my right

there is an inn. Using my 17 year old intuition, I walk into the saloon. I grab a beer. I'm tired, and I

believe I'm going through withdrawl.I drink it down. Cold Kirin. It's not exactly a nice day for a cold

drink. I sigh and pay up. Now that I'm in Tokyo, I'll get a job, getchecked into an inn and see if I find any

shards of sanity here. Since I've been a samurai since I was 9 I can say that there are a couple of men

in the corner about to rob a store. Actually, make that a drunk robber and his accomplaces. When the go to rob

the store in approximately 109 seconds, I'll just kill them all off.

I go outside the saloon and waith in the musky air of the afternoon. A rain storm today,

a rain storm tomorrow. That's why it is no good idea to go homeless. Better check into the inn.

Wait a second, why didn't I pick up this ki before? I sense a new ki behind me in front of the shop that is to

be robbed. But, how can a young woman have such a powerful ki? I turn around to see a girl, not much

older then 14, standing casually with a bokken made to look like a staff. How clever. She wasn't very tall,

but she did have a bigger build for her age. She had dark brown hair done in long brown pigtails. Other then

that, she looked relatively normal. But her eyes are like a night wood. Mysterious brown. Not what you would

expect. Ensnaring you in the labyrinth of growth, earth, and power.5...4...3...2...1. The men ran to the shop,

but, it seems they were all unconcience before they reached the doors. The Girl, as I now call her, walked away,

letting out a graceful, yet entirely bored yawn. Who... is she? My mind became willingly ensnared in the labyrinth.