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Filthy	By : DeniPie Category: +S to Z > Samurai Champloo Views: 5220 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Another little sidefic. I’m having problems with TEC right
now, its like I know where the storyline is supposed to go, I’m just having
problems getting there. The wondrous literary muse of Samurai Champloo fics
seems to have taken a temporary leave of absence here. Maybe its on pregnant
leave.

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F i l t h y

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I was never
really the cleanest of kids. Ever since tou-san left when I was little I’d
always have a problem keeping out of the mud. I remember when I was younger I
would sneak out to play in the small mud hole next to our neighbor’s rice patty
field. That was the most fun any kid could have, I thought. I would splash in
the dirty water and throw mud balls at grasshoppers. Kaa-san wouldn’t notice I
was gone until my yukata was sopping half off of my skinny body, soaked in
polluted water, and my cheeks and hair were smeared with wet dirt. Although, as
time went on and I kept doing the same things, she learned quickly where to
find me, since that was the only place I ever snuck off to.

She would
come behind our neighbor’s home and catch me drenched up to my ears. She used
to be a lot angrier about it but I guess she got used to it and instead of
dragging me away she would just lecture me and take me back. I looked up to
her, and she seemed so much taller when I was little. She had her hands poised
gracefully in the sleeves of her spotless kimono and gazed at me exasperatedly.
I giggled and showed her what I had been working on all afternoon. “Look,
Kaa-san! I made mud-tea!” I exclaimed, thrusting up to her what I later found
out was her favorite and most expensive cup, overflowing with muck, pebble
specks, and the occasional worm or grub.

Her dark
eyes skimmed over me hesitantly, wondering what to do with me, as though she
didn’t even want to touch me. Eventually she sighed and took me from under the
arms, picking me up and standing me on the grass next to her. “Don’t play in
the dirt, Fuu.” She scolded.

I honestly
didn’t understand what the big deal was. It wasn’t like it was poison. It would
wash off in the bath. But I let her lead me away back home to wash up. After
that I started to get a little sneakier about where I went and how I got away.
I was only seven! And I never got the chance to play at home. It was always
‘drink your tea, Fuu’, ‘Don’t fidget so, Fuu’, ‘Don’t wrap your kimono like
that, Fuu’, ‘Let me do your hair, Fuu’, ‘This feudal lord’s son wants to meet
you, Fuu.’ That was something that started bothering me more than the others.
Lately she started taking me to families with big houses. That wasn’t’ much fun
either. She would just sit at the table and talk to two other women while I sat
across from one older boy or another bored silly.

And they
all looked the same. Whenever I would glance at them they all had the same dark
hair pulled meticulously back from their pale and flawless face. They had the
same cool and collected eyes and I couldn’t help but wonder how they could
stand it. How they could stand being in those priceless, stuffy robes of theirs
with their hair pulled back so tight it had to hurt. I often wanted to
just ask them if they wanted to go outside and race or play fujitsai with me. I
think the look on my mother’s face if I ever did that would’ve been to make me
want to, but I never got the courage.

One day we
were going out to market and for something to eat. I had to stretch to hold my
mother’s hand because I was so small, or maybe it was because she was too tall,
it was so long ago I can’t really remember anymore. But she walked over to
examine some fruit and I sighed, she was always so picky about her food and I
knew I’d be there forever. It was then that I noticed some boys playing
with sticks, swiping and lunging at each other like real samurais. Their
clothes were worn and tattered, hanging off their scrawny bodies. Their faces
and knees were scuffed and covered in dirt. But they were sneering playfully
and smiling, some were missing baby teeth and they looked funny when they
laughed.

Kaa-san let
go of my hand to turn some melon one way or the other and I took my chance to
sneak off. When I was far enough away I broke off into a run, excited at being
able to play with other kids. One of the boys noticed me as I raced up to them
and stopped his play, the others seeing what he was doing and did the same
thing. Soon they were all staring at me as I bent at my knees trying to catch
my breath. “Let me play!” I demanded happily.

Instantly
they all started sniggering and laughing at me the tallest boy looking like he
was about to bust a rib. I frowned and glared back at them. Not many people
laughed at me, but I knew I didn’t like it. It made you feel stupid and
embarrassed. “What’re you laughing at?!” I barked.

The tallest
boy came up to me and poked me with the stick; I winced when it hit my tender
shoulder. “Why don’t you go play with your doll before you get your sandals
dirty.” He jeered.

I scowled
harder at the little creep. There was nothing wrong with playing with dolls!
But when that’s the only thing you get to do, you learn to want a bit of
variety in your life. “You can’t tell me what to do!” I spat. “I’ll do whatever
I want!” I snapped haughtily. Who did he think he was? He wasn’t my tou-san, he
couldn’t tell me what to do!

“Fine.” He leered, yanking a pole out of another boy’s hands
and throwing it at me.

I wasn’t
really sure what I’d gotten myself into but it hurt like hell! Immediately the
tall boy was on me, slashing that stick of his at mine and beating me down with
it. Girls weren’t supposed to wrestle or roughhouse, so I couldn’t put up much
of a fight when he tried to hit and slam my own stick out of my hands. Barely
two minutes later the thin pole was sent flying and I was earnestly sucking my
sore and reddening fingers. He was laughing at me again and so were the other
boys and I wasn’t going to let them this time. I growled and yanked off my
sandal and threw it straight at his bushy head.

They all
stopped howling as it hit his temple with a thud before falling to the ground.
They were all quiet for a minute two as I waited for them to either hit me back
or shove me away. I’ll never understand what happened next, but before I knew
what I’d done, one of the boys picked up my fallen pole and threw it back to
me. I didn’t catch it, I was bad at catching, but the taller one got to it
before I could and handed it back. And just like that we were all playing. It
hurt, they were rough, and I wanted to stop sometimes but then I would remember
I probably wouldn’t get another chance like this and forgot about it.

The tallest boy kicked my feet out
from under me and I fell to the ground in a cloud of dirt. He steadied the end
of the stick at my throat, smirking down at me with his grubby foot on my
chest. I laughed and heaved to catch my breath; sure my face and clothes were
as dirty as he was now.

Suddenly everyone stopped their
games and stepped back a little, staring over my head, the tall boy getting
away from me and leaving me to look at everyone confused. Did they not want to
play with me again? My answer came in the form of a pair of delicate hands
scooping me up and standing me on the ground. I turned to find my mother giving
me a stern look, much harder than the ones she would give me when she found me
in the mud puddle. “Don’t play in the dirt, Fuu.” She whispered harshly,
glancing around critically at my new playmates. I didn’t understand back than.

I groaned in disappointment but
followed her back home anyway. Why couldn’t I ever do anything? Why couldn’t I
have friends too? I was angry at kaa-san for the next few days, giving her the
coldest shoulder I could muster.

Finally it was time to go to
another family. We had been invited for tea with the family of a Samurai my
father had been friends with. They had trained at the same dojo together and
had only just found out about tou-san’s death. It was after we got to their
home that I found out she wanted me to meet another boy. I was getting really
irritated with all these boys and their perfect faces and clothes.

We sat down for tea and it was just
like all the other times. I looked over at the boy and he had to be at least
four or five years older than I was. He was tall with ghostly skin and dark
eyes. His hair was black that shined brown in the sun and was pulled back into a
topknot. He did not speak and sipped his tea politely. I wondered if he was as
bored as I was. When I glimpsed up I noticed my mother kept looking at him with
something strange in her eyes.

It wasn’t until evening that we
left and she wouldn’t talk to me, like her mind was elsewhere. “Are you okay,
Kaa-san?” I asked, breaking my own spiteful vow of silence.

She seemed to pop out of where ever
she was and looked down at me in surprise. “Hm? Oh, oh yes dear.”

“What’s wrong?” I guessed my cold shoulder days were over; I
already started talking to her. I might as well find out what was wrong with
her.

Kaa-san
shook her head absentmindedly and sighed. “Its nothing darling.” She looked
away at the setting sun and got that sad shine in her eye again. “That boy, he
just reminded me so much of your father, I suppose.” She murmured as if that
wasn’t even something for me to hear.

And then I
understood. After that I did my hair, I washed my kimono, I kept my face and
knees clean. And I never played in my mud hole again. I’d turned over a new
leaf and even managed to keep it up.

It wasn’t
until her deathbed that I found out my father’s image wasn’t as spotless as
she’d always told me. It turned out the little liar was alive somewhere. Just
like that my family wasn’t as pristine as it used to be and I thought back to
all the times my mother pulled me from the muck and ire and wondered ‘what’s
the point?’

That was a
long time ago though. Now I’m laying here on the grass watching the stars
wondering if my good for nothing tou-san is watching them to. My new companions
and I don’t always have a town or a room to wash our clothes in so I can’t stay
clean all the time. I feel his callused hand move under my robes and tug at the
obi and I know he doesn’t care. He’ll have me soaked in suds or covered in
sludge. I could spend the rest of the day trying to get clean but I know he’ll
just make me dirty again.

For once
Jin chose to sleep somewhere else tonight and I guess Mugen’s not wasting any
time. He’s grinning at me with that perverted smirk of his as he rolls onto me,
settling himself between my legs. I cross my ankles over his back, feeling my
toes curl with that playful naughtiness they had when digging themselves in the
old mud hole. He forces gasp for gasp from me with every thrust of his hips. My
last thought oddly enough was what my mother would think if she knew I was
still playing in the dirt.

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