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.
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.
