Disclaimer: I don't own Samurai Champloo and only have the knowledge of it that I do.
Warning: My take on the most recent episode.
Jin's POV
Even though I had been deceived by that girl, fooled into killing her brother, I couldn't help but to still feel that strange sense of fulfillment in shedding the blood of one who a hand in Mugen's death.
'I was supposed to kill him'
My ever-selfish words, however true they are. It was our promise to on another, a silent, inverbal promise that neither of us would die unless by the other's sword. Undoubtedly though, when it had come to that final confrontation we would both have been lying on the floor in a sea of blood. That thought has continually crossed my mind but I continue to push it away. I would never speak this to his face, but I would only LET him kill me. No one else would have the satisfaction.
I can still see it in my mind's eye. The ship bursting into flames, Kohza on her hands and knees sobbing and Fuu trying to desperately run away as if were she to run it would disappear. This horrible occurrence would never have happened. If that were indeed a reality I would run as far as I could till my legs gave out from underneath me to undo this misfortune.
No, it was more then misfortune, it was nothing but a tragedy. A damned tragedy.
It's raining hard now, the waters of the ocean rippling and waving in the wind as droplets join the endless mass. The wind blows through my hair and the pounding rain drenches everything it touches. Is God too mourning his loss? Are the heaven's also in pain over this? I do not know, and truthfully, I do not care. Fuu is crushed and I've lost the chance to die by my greatest opponent.
Am I selfish for thinking that? Is it considered self-seeking to wish him back because of that? Because of a promise we both made? Perhaps it is, and perhaps it isn't. All I know is that it's yet another reason to want him back.
I snap back to attention, spotting something ahead of me. Through this miserable thick rain I can see the hint of the familiar red cloth. Usually I do not show surprise or even intrigue, but it's as if all thoughts of appearing emotionless has left me.
"You..."
The only word that manages to escape my lips. And what is this? Is it just the rain fooling my mind, or have my eyes allowed a single tear to escape from them? He looks back at me and for once I'm thankful for this rain. It hides the one thing I can't seem to stop: the silent tears that currently flow down my cheek.
I can hear the snicker leave his lips.
"Like I'd die before I killed you," he says smugly. Normally I would smile at this, but my face feels frozen. A combination of the wind and rain? Shock? What could it be? It matters not I suppose.
He's alive.
Yeah, I know, short and pointless. :sigh: Well, please leave a kind review.