Disclaimer: The moment I will own either Naruto or Samurai Champloo, I will stop writing fanfiction. (Just kidding, I already stopped writing) Haha.

Penname: LiveLoveLaugh

FanFiction Story: Sunflower Samurai

Summary: (Naruto X Samurai Champloo) Sakura had stepped into a spellbound when she fell asleep in a garden of sunflowers, in a strange event she was taken in a coma where she dreamt she lived in a world not her own, traveling with three other wanderers.

AN: Sorry for the delay…on, um, all of my stories. I had other things to do. I guess that's the progress of a writer, ha, you tend to lose track. But I finally got my butt off the couch, and I written up this story. Though I should say that this story does not run with either of the animes' storylines. Here's the sixth chapter, thank you for feeding the Author. Enjoy!

One Night Suspense

"What happened to her, Kaa-san?"

"Oh, she was unconscious after an accident…she just needs some rest, come on, let's go…"

"Alright…"

The wooden fusuma opened, slid shut and locked.

The young woman groaned unpleasantly from the ache on her back. She greedily groped for the folds of the cotton blanket thrown over her shoulders, grabbing it quickly and curled up in this nice warmth that surrounded her body. She snuggled into her soft flat feather pillow, breathing into the slightly itchy comforter while she snapped her eyes shut. Without waking up fully, she ran her small hand into her hood, feeling the damp tangles of hair. There was a soft giggle, a casting of shadow was held over her slumbering body. She smiled indifferently, cradling in her own bed.

Her own bed…hard and flat, thin…cold…

…that's not how her bed feels…

She popped her eyes open. The fuck, were the first two words in her head.

"I'll show you, you damn ape-face…" the girl growled, increasing her grip strength around the pulsing arms of the two men who trudged behind her with blinking uncomfortable stares. The stamping of footsteps hardened the closer they came to the private rooms of the innkeeper and his small family, coming around two long hallways and an elegant staircase, the trio instantly came upon the locked fusuma.

The younger male looked with his dark eyes at the luxurious surroundings in the balcony, "Shit…" he speculated the good luck charms hanging off the strong green leaves of a small bamboo grove, complete with a red goldfish pond with lily blossoms. The entire balcony was covered with talisman scrolls and potted bonsai trees, he used his index finger and thumb, flicking off the wooden wind chimes to hear the tingling sounds, "What the hell do they need this for…?"

"Burglar alerts," the other man whispered calmly, while the girl knocked on the fusuma, "It sounds off to the movements of robbers. I'd rather not touch those if I were you, I do not wish to be framed as a thief."

The hollow sounds of heavy bamboo temples clanging together did nothing for Mugen, as he smirked, "These things will never work," an eyebrow raised in his direction, "These chimes are wooden and are too heavy to make enough sound. Robbers won't even dare to run down hallways. They jump off buildings…land in nearby trees…"

He trailed on, the twinkle in his eyes said more than it should have.

Jin frowned, "And you would know this…?"

Mugen shrugged, yawning, "I lived without anything. I lived without rules, without authority. How you think I would even know the streets? I had to rob some day to survive…it was the way of life…"

"I suppose this was how you practice your sword…skills?" the spectacled man whispered in coldness, sarcastically emphasizing the last word, "I wouldn't be so surprised."

Mugen smirked dangerously, only the sounds he could hear were the loud knocks on the fusuma, "You would think…wouldn't you?"

"HEEELLLLOOOO?" the young girl's voice rang above.

She jumped to her feet panicking. The thin blankets fell off her in one quick motion as did her white coat, spilling out the long tresses of pink. Her green eyes were wide, biting on the slender fingers when she stopped herself from making any noise. She dashed across the room barefooted, trying to look for her sandals, silently hobbling with her hair flying to her white face.
"Hello! HELLO! Is anyone in there?" Fuu cried, knocking persistently. No one came to the door.

"Bah, come on, diva," Mugen growled impatiently, as loud as his stomach, "We need to eat."

The girl pouted, "But I need to prove—"

"You don't have to fucking prove anything," he snarled, looking down on her, "We either eat or starve to death, alright? We can do this tomorrow."

Her protest was cut off shortly when the two men grabbed her and lifted her off the floor. She squealed and tried to cover up her dignity when the end of her mauve pink kimono nearly shot up. Then came the screams and kicking, "HEY! LET ME DOWN YOU BASTARDS!" Mugen threw her over his strong thin shoulder, Fuu began to squeal and jab him on the back with her rambling punches and knuckling.

"MUGEN! LET ME DOWN! YOU ARE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!" Then she shrieked with the tan-skinned man easily tossed her petite body to his other shoulder, his hand held her in place. He was grinning like the devil when Fuu's face was flushed of all color, looking ready to hurl over. She fired up once again in no time, "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Fuu struck an accusing finger at the other guy, "JIN! YOU DARN TRAITOR! TELL HIM TO LET GO OF ME!"

Jin blinked, his cool looks were faltering into annoyance when he followed behind, and they walked far away, far enough from the private rooms to not hear the stream of quiet curses.

"Oh damn it! Fucking hell! Where the fuck am I?" she whispered urgently.

To Be Continued

Sorry, but I have to cut off earlier than expected. I'll write more later.