Series:
Samurai Champloo
Title: Outcast
Characters:
Fuu
Pairing: Mugen x Fuu can be implied
Genre:
Angst
Rating:
G
Summary:
People leave one by one and again, a girl finds herself all
alone.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Samurai Champloo.
EVANESCENCE
Outcast
If they were here she'd proudly say she was sixteen because today's her birthday. But as it seems, she was but a girl traveling to…nowhere. She recently left Kobe and in all truth, she didn't know where to go next.
If Jin and Mugen were here…
If the two men were here, she wouldn't be walking through an ancient forest thinking she was deaf. The silence was almost unbearable.
"I won't be surprised if I started talking to myself, humph," the girl said, sitting down for a rest. "Heck, I'm doing it already anyway."
I don't need their skills. Just their presence…their presence alone is enough.
Chestnut eyes brimmed with tears blinked twice. Two drops fell from both eyes and landed on her open palms. Around her, alpine trees, hanging leaves, verdant plants, and unseen creatures seemed to focus their attention to her.
Even Momo-san is gone.
She brought her knees close to her chest and rested her head on them. It felt so…cold.
"But it's my birthday and…I have to be happy," she said to no one in particular.
Nearby, an unseen bird chirped as if singing her a birthday song.
"Thank you," she muttered, head bent down. A gentle breeze hugged her, a smiling sun caressed her arms, and falling leaves patted her head. "But…"
She felt nature's greeting yet there was a lacking feeling of belonging in nature's vain attempt to comfort her.
Despite the depressing atmosphere in this almost-paradisiacal woodland, the girl found the strength to stand and continue the journey in which she knew no end.
A few days after these events took place, a ruffian with messy dark hair happened to pass at the same place. He wore a loose crimson robe and a gray shirt with lower clothing that was too short to be called pants and he found a patterned pink tanto knife among fallen leaves. On his face was an obvious expression of irritation and worry. Muttering, he picked it up.
"Stupid girl."