Arthurs note: ok yes im posting chapter a whole lot quicker then possible most writers but that's because I finish home work faster than most people… and I get really really bored… (cough cough) anyways here is chapter 8! Now we get to see what Kambei thinks on the whole situation.

Chapter 8: Kanna's tale part 2, the scar.

"so Rikichi wasn't making this all up?"

"no he wasn't kiku." Komachi looked over to her sidekick with a faint smile that quickly vanished. "what happened that day marked the beginning of all the samurai here… and their one and only reason… to make sister their wife"

"oh so Kirara is popluar among the men is she." Goroei joked as he listened on.

"well yes if that's how you see it… but sister doesn't."

Heihachi reached for the riceballs that where placed on the table during the time of the story and begain to each one after another. " I don't get it."

"get what?" Katsushiro asked.

"well a young girl with a broken heart, and plenty strong samurai aroung, you think she would want to find comfort from one of them." Heihachi explained and he forced donw ever single grain of rice. "maybe she was-"

"was still in love with sensei at that time…"

"yeah just like that Katsusi-…. Ooohhhh… oopps…" with a glare the youngest samurai placed his hand on the sword given to him by the very same man. His grip held tight… what was his sensei doing right now? Shouldn't he be here getting this information?

"it doesn't matter Heihachi-dono im over it… Kirara should find happpieness wherever she sees fit."

"well that's noble of you."

With a smile the green haird samurai let his grip lose and face Komachi. "so tell us more, thanks to Kikuchiyo-dono's interupstion."

"hey watch it katsu!"

A single nod from Rikichi was all the girl need to continue the story.

….

Meanwhile

…

the sound of water dripped from a white cloth, held by experienced and tattoo ones at that. The leader of the 7 samurai was kneeled by the side of the former priestess as he place the said cloth on her forehead to lower the fever.

"don't you worry samurai-sama, lady Kirara will be fine." Amara came over to place her elder hands on Kambei shoulders to reassure the samurai that he should go and let the woman rest.

"tell Amara-san…" Kambei voice held no emotion, and his question was plan, but even that didn't fool the old woman.

With a smile Amara got up from her place and looked down at the samurai. "don't you worry, after all its natural to worry about those you care about." Kambei did not stir from his spot. " if its information you want I think it best to go see Rikichi-san, he must already be with the other samurai that accompanied you here."

With that the white-clad samurai looked up at her. "Rikichi you say." A nod from Amara was all he need to convince him that Rikichi had indeed have the information he needed, but that wasn't enough to get him to move from his place next to the elder water maiden. "I can wait for lady Kirara to waken, I would like to her it from her lips then any others, thank you Amara-san."

Amara couldn't help but let out a gentle laugh. "my my my Kambei-sama to think I was wrong about you my lad."

"what was that?" he arched his brow to her statement.

"you reject the girl and now you can't leave her side."

"I am only curious to know what happened here!" Kambei shot back.

Amara headed for the door. "sure you are." With that she left, Kambei took a glimpse outside. The sun was setting and he could see the men preparing for the night to come. And when the door closed he only saw the outline of the wood as the shadows danced from the fireplace. He then closed his eyes aware he still had to see to the woman on the floors needs if she were to wake.

During the time he briefed in to sleep, allowing himself to venerable to nights illusions. Within his dream he dreamt of the great war. They were not uncommon dreams, he had then nights at a time, even for years and they would never seem to fade, but this night was different. The Great war's days and night of terror faded, and replaced but a gentle voice.

"Kambei-sama. Kambei-sama"

The voice was none other than the water priestess in her former youth, innocent and untainted by the sorrows of life and its misfortunes.

"Kambei-sama."

Her voice faded and so did her face.

"lady Kirara!"

He found himself reaching out, wanting to make sure she was safe from any harm that came her way.

"Kambei-sama…"

Then her face had disappeared from his sight.

"LADY KIRARA!"

In a panic Kambei ran, although it had felt like he was running before he started; heart pounding within his chest, legs burnig from a long distance run, sweat droping, breath gasping.

"Lady Kirara?"

"Kambei-sama."

He turned and saw the same long brown hair. He let out a sigh in relief. But when he looked back up, what he saw was not the same young girl, instead a woman. She stood and the land where the battle with the capital was won. Where their lives were put on the line, and though he could not see her face he saw what lied in her hand.

"Kambei-sama."

This time her voice was empty, the flower held in her hand crushed but her fist as it turned into dust and vanished as it was spewed but the passing breeze. Then she turned to face him.

"I have kept my promise…"

Like her voice her eyes were just as empty. There was a chill that ran down his spine as he looked at her.

"I am not waiting for you."

…

With that he woke and his heart pounding within his chest. He then looked back down at the woman on the floor the same one that had entered his dreams. As he watched he traced to outline of her face, the light in the room was dim, due to the flames for the fire as they died down. As he traced and placed eery detail of her into his mind he came across her bangs. They did not cover her forehead as the once did in the past, they had grown and now they covered each side of her face.

Kirara, even in sleep she felt the uneasiness of a presence within her home. "huh?"

"so your awake."

From the dim light Kirara saw the figure, and the face she never expected "k-kambei-sama…"

Then she turned her face, allowing her bangs to fall from her cheeks. Kambei froze in his spot "k-kirara…" a horror look was cast on his face as he look and saw in disbelief.

"huh?"

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?" then all at once he lipped forward and sat her up with care. "this scar… what happened?!"

Kirara frozen. "Kambei…"

TBC

Ok there is our small Kambei Kirara scene… you'll learn more about that scar in the next chapter and how it really look. Kambei is a bit OOC but come on lets face it its Kambei! Xp anyways hope you enjoy. I am try to post as many chapter as I can before school is over… FYI I live on the Navajo reservation, yeah that's right I'm Native American (full blooded Navajo tribe)… but anyways its hard to get access to internet out here. The nearest place with free WI-FI is 30 miles from my house! Yeah it sucks! Xp but I love it out here… well get ready for some more chapters I have coming up ;D.