Hi everyone! You're all time potato here with a new fanfic and it's not a Harvest Moon one! *applause* and it's not a one-shot of Samurai Champloo! *another applause* I challenged myself to make a by-chapter fanfic of Samurai Champloo... and it's not a FuuJin one! In fact, the pairing is a mystery... /slapped. Well anyways! Just like the usual.. ITALICIZED WORDS ARE FUU'S THOUGHTS
Before you jumped in to the story... DISCLAIMER: Samurai Champloo and its characters DO NOT belong to me!
1st Chapter
"You dumbass! Why did you kill him?! Now I'm a target too!"
"Shut up you dumb broad! If you want to live, concentrate on running you flat-chested girl!"
My life was peaceful before this rather disastrous event happened to me. Before that idiot did something moronic to ruin the life that I value the most.
This wasn't the first time we've crossed paths actually. Let's just say that he's a regular to the local precinct. I always see him there, talking with Jin, a police officer that I know and familiar with. What I meant by talk is that they discuss about that hooligan's crime; trespassing, assault and battery, and vandalism. But the most common ones are theft and disturbing the peace. There were even times that an innocent bystander or two will be accidentally get involved in the fight and ending up with them filing a complaint against him.
Just from the look of it, he likes getting into fights maybe it's either because he's eyeing any sexy policewomen with huge knockers and butt or because he enjoys the adrenaline rush he always get whenever he gets in to a fight. Either way, he's still dangerous and a scumbag.
Why? That jerk peeked through my clothes that one time while I was waiting for Jin. It just so happened that my phone dropped near him and he took that opportunity to look at my chest while I was crouching. That uncouth pervert. He had the nerve to loudly click his tongue and openly expressed his disappointment in front of Jin and the other police officers. What's worse is that he's making it look it was my fault for being flat-chested. What an ass! It was a good thing that Jin was there and gave him a mouthful of sermons... and extended his time in jail for sexual harassment.
There's just one thing that has been bothering me. I know that the precinct is busy and many criminals are caught and sent there, but the number of police in the precinct is large. So, why is it that whenever that guy is caught, Jin is the one whom he talks to? The time he's always been caught is not even a busy hour and all of the policemen there are in standby. I know that there were something between those.
So, like a cat, their connection with each other piqued my interest and curiosity. After that perverted jerk got released, I secretly followed him. As much I loath him, he has also piqued my interest too. Although we've met numerous times, I still don't know his name. I wasn't able to get it because I never asked Jin and I am pretty sure he does not want me to be associated with a guy who is as shady as him.
As I continued to follow him, I made sure that there is enough distance between the two of us so he will not able to see me. I know I suck at that kind of thing, he probably already knew from the start that he was being followed. What he doesn't know is that I was the one following him judging from the expression he made when he saw me just before a bunch of muggers appear right before.
Of course I fought back. It wasn't and never in my plan to walk home with my bag empty. I may have taken some self-defense lessons however, they were too many for me to handle alone.
As I continued to struggle against them, I saw something glint at the corners of my eyes. I've seen that metallic glint before and I knew that that thing can end my life in an instant. One of them has pulled out a knife. Even before he could sink in that knife to my body, the man who I was following jumped in and kicked him in the face. He didn't even glance my way and just proceeded to charge at my attackers.
He moved so fast that my eyes can't catch up with him as he fight them one by one. I don't really know if I am going to be amazed or be terrified at that moment. Nevertheless, I didn't take my eyes off him as they dropped like flies the instant they charged back at him. He kicked here and there while dodging, he even looked relaxed while doing it. Along with that, he had a weird smug plastered on his face. He was toying with them and clearly he's enjoying every second of it.
Each of them eventually pulled out their own tanto that were hidden in their clothes. They obviously got fed up with just charging and throwing punches at him. Those people were so desperate to defeat him, they are ready to play dirty.
At first, I thought that that would be the end of him, and eventually me. He can't win against blades. What kind of an idiot be fighting with fists against weapons like that?
I can't help but think that all is lost and was ready to pray for God not until he took out his own sword from it scabbard that is dangling on his body that I only noticed just now. My mind was so pre-occupied that I didn't even notice that he himself is carry a weapon, a katana.
Having a wakizashi or a tanto is understandable since they are easy to carry, but a katana?! Who brings a katana with them in this time and age?! Furthermore, why the hell did Jin give it back to him?! I wish Jin didn't do that. He slashed one of my attacker down and I am now running for my own dear life!
Well whatever the reason, that doesn't change the fact that, if weren't for him using his blade, I would have been dead and Jin would lecture even when I am lying on my deathbed.
"Hey washboard, this way."
His voice broke from my own musings. It would seem like he found an alley we could hide in for the meantime from those people who wants us dead. They are practically screaming murder as they chase after us.
"Get your ass inside."
He said opening a door to a small house and invited me inside. Well, invited is an understatement. From the tone of his voice, he was ordering me to go inside. I just groaned and entered in to my own dismay.
The inside of the house is cramped. I don't know what's worse, the fact that almost everything is strewn about or I'm smelling something funky. I swear to God, if I'm not going to die with the hands of those low-lives, I'm going to die with the unfamiliar funky stench surrounding this whole house. I've never smelled such horrible monstrosity though bit by bit, I can smell the disgusting stench of booze. Why am I not surprised?
"Go sit anywhere you want."
Sit where exactly? Is he expecting me to sit on a pile of dirty clothes? "Nope, I'll just stand here." I replied, trying to be polite and disgusted at the same time. I might be in danger but the last thing I want to touch is a crusty sock.
He offers me to sit but I don't see him sitting anywhere. I'm starting to think that he just barged in here to escape from our pursuers.
He just shrugged his shoulders and took out his phone. Who is he calling now?
"What took you so long ya damn queer?"
Damn queer? Don't tell me...
First chapter done! So what can you say about it? Crappy right? *laughs and cries.
Anyways! Don't be shy to submit a review and tell me your thoughts about this fanfic (I know I won't be XD)... PEACE!
Edit:
Date Revised: 3/19/2019
Date Revised: 12/11/2020
Date Revised: 11/14/2022
