Train tracks into the ocean of my despair.
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+S to Z › Samurai Champloo
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,319
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Samurai Champloo, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Train tracks into the ocean of my despair.
(Disclaimer: I do not own Samurai Champloo)
Train tracks into the ocean of my despair.
Ch. 1 preview!
This is my first fan fiction so far. I’m almost done with this chapter and I hope you like the preview!
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I am Sciienya and I've read many stories here and loved them. I do love to read yaoi and other fics but this is my first and I wanted something with much tension and drama. Tragic fate and desperate feelings of love.
I had a dream about them and I'm puting it to paper. Hope you enjoy my work in the making!
[added]
Thanks for all the comments and help!
<3
Her eyes stared out into the clouded sky, white puffs melting into the
sun in bright rays of violet and crimson. She sighed with the passing wind, memories in time putting pressure on her forehead. A time which she wished to forget for it only brought sorrow and regret.
Fuu walked down the dusty steps of the shrine, 7 years have passed since then, 7!
She was 22, an age at the peak of marriage. Alas, her mind wondered, I can never marry as long as I think of those two of the past. She tried really; Tanaka was a great match, wealthy and handsome. What a bastard! Trying to buy my love, no one can live up to those two.
Just let me become a shriveled old maid.
Her sandals clacked against the old stones when she made her entrance to the tea house. She stopped by the window when the rumbling sound of the train vibrated through the place. Her eyes gazed at the passing train in all its loudness, lids closing in the finalization that she would never see them again.
Hope gone in despair, especially him who saved her life, yelling to leave at that moment, oh how she wished she said her true feelings but she was too confused at the time to realize them. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve she ran to the bar and poured herself a drink before she began working.
She downed the sake in seconds and tied the apron around her waist over her tied obi belt of her yukata. Leaning over the counter waiting for a customer her mind drifted in thought. Jin would be 27 wouldn’t he? And…and Mugen; Mugen 26. She bit her lower lip in a pout at the thought of him. The tapping of nails against the counter caught her attention.
“Excuse me miss? A cup of steamed green tea please.”
She nodded and stopped her dazing and went to the heated pot. Her hands snatched a tea cup from the cupboard pouring the hot water into it then putting a tea bag in it. With ease she picked up the little tea plate and cup setting it down in front of the hooded figure.
Honey brown eyes stared at her from the shadowed visage. “Thank you. What might your name be…you look awfully familiar?” His eyes squinted in his now glare at Fuu.
Her own wide eyes stared down at him, sweat trickling down her temples.
“No I’ve never met you before, you don’t know me.” She turned quickly and ran to the back of the shop. The man must be a bounty hunter. My face was still on the hunt since the journey with them.
They are hunted as well, I know to be true.
She reached within her loosened yukata and took out an old folded paper. Her eyes stared down into the paper as she unfolded it, herself, Mugen and Jin drawn in a sketchy profile of the bounty page. The number on the bounty scratched long ago. She folded it and put it back in its place, her eyes moving back to the empty seat of the stranger that was now gone.
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The sweat gleamed from his bloodied skin as he griped on the rock. The mountain was a lot tougher to climb, he thought. His long, dark, brown locks; messy and dirty, hung over his shoulders and middle back. Damnit! If only he didn't care.
The keimukan...prison guards, where hot on his trail. Fuck! He dug his fingers into the wet dirt, the rain dribbled over his brow rinsing his face of the sweat and blood. He climbed and jumped as fast as he could til he saw tree branches curling at the edge of the cliff.
Reaching out to the nearest heavy branch he clung to it for dear life, pulling him onto the slick wet surface of the dirt. His eyes wide with adrenaline, breath fast and shallow. Now...I must run. Now I must find that which left me empty.
He snapped his head to attention at the sounds of dogs barking and the distant sounds of running feet. With godly like speed and energy he jumped to his feet and began to run deep into the forest. 5 years since he's been in prison, everyday feeling more empty then the last. Everyday thinking, thinking of them. Them! Jin and...and her. Damnit all to hell! Why can't I be alone to not think of anyone?
Care for no one but my own well being. It's all her fault, yes that is was he concluded. His shaggy cloths ripped when he escaped, a renegade dog. He ran and ran then he heard the train. Yes! I will escape them that way for sure!
Those fuckin ass holes! That’s alright the ones before died anyway. His mind turning crazy with the time in seclusion, of what he left behind. His eyes crazed and in delusion, his hunger driving him mad, feet running and running to catch the speeding train. An opening!
I see it! He hoped over the bush that stood in his way, his hands grabbing the handle of the door to the box car and pulled himself in. He slammed against the back wall and fell into the floor. Laying down on his back he stared at the ceiling of the box car, tears streamed down his eyes as he began to laugh, all the madness from the past years building and released in a crazed laughter.
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“ Keitaro, good form. You’re getting faster every day.”
Jin taped the young boys head with the blunt end of his katana with a small hint of a smile. Walking away from his students he stared into the ocean from his window. His dojo, for 3 years now he has students of his own, children he can teach what his teacher taught him.
A small smirk played across his lips at the thought, then without warning a flicker of a memory scraped against his mind. Fuu and Mugen still played apart in his past. He constantly thought about the adventures they shared. What are they up to now I wonder…
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Train tracks into the ocean of my despair.
Ch. 1 preview!
This is my first fan fiction so far. I’m almost done with this chapter and I hope you like the preview!
---
I am Sciienya and I've read many stories here and loved them. I do love to read yaoi and other fics but this is my first and I wanted something with much tension and drama. Tragic fate and desperate feelings of love.
I had a dream about them and I'm puting it to paper. Hope you enjoy my work in the making!
[added]
Thanks for all the comments and help!
<3
Her eyes stared out into the clouded sky, white puffs melting into the
sun in bright rays of violet and crimson. She sighed with the passing wind, memories in time putting pressure on her forehead. A time which she wished to forget for it only brought sorrow and regret.
Fuu walked down the dusty steps of the shrine, 7 years have passed since then, 7!
She was 22, an age at the peak of marriage. Alas, her mind wondered, I can never marry as long as I think of those two of the past. She tried really; Tanaka was a great match, wealthy and handsome. What a bastard! Trying to buy my love, no one can live up to those two.
Just let me become a shriveled old maid.
Her sandals clacked against the old stones when she made her entrance to the tea house. She stopped by the window when the rumbling sound of the train vibrated through the place. Her eyes gazed at the passing train in all its loudness, lids closing in the finalization that she would never see them again.
Hope gone in despair, especially him who saved her life, yelling to leave at that moment, oh how she wished she said her true feelings but she was too confused at the time to realize them. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve she ran to the bar and poured herself a drink before she began working.
She downed the sake in seconds and tied the apron around her waist over her tied obi belt of her yukata. Leaning over the counter waiting for a customer her mind drifted in thought. Jin would be 27 wouldn’t he? And…and Mugen; Mugen 26. She bit her lower lip in a pout at the thought of him. The tapping of nails against the counter caught her attention.
“Excuse me miss? A cup of steamed green tea please.”
She nodded and stopped her dazing and went to the heated pot. Her hands snatched a tea cup from the cupboard pouring the hot water into it then putting a tea bag in it. With ease she picked up the little tea plate and cup setting it down in front of the hooded figure.
Honey brown eyes stared at her from the shadowed visage. “Thank you. What might your name be…you look awfully familiar?” His eyes squinted in his now glare at Fuu.
Her own wide eyes stared down at him, sweat trickling down her temples.
“No I’ve never met you before, you don’t know me.” She turned quickly and ran to the back of the shop. The man must be a bounty hunter. My face was still on the hunt since the journey with them.
They are hunted as well, I know to be true.
She reached within her loosened yukata and took out an old folded paper. Her eyes stared down into the paper as she unfolded it, herself, Mugen and Jin drawn in a sketchy profile of the bounty page. The number on the bounty scratched long ago. She folded it and put it back in its place, her eyes moving back to the empty seat of the stranger that was now gone.
----
The sweat gleamed from his bloodied skin as he griped on the rock. The mountain was a lot tougher to climb, he thought. His long, dark, brown locks; messy and dirty, hung over his shoulders and middle back. Damnit! If only he didn't care.
The keimukan...prison guards, where hot on his trail. Fuck! He dug his fingers into the wet dirt, the rain dribbled over his brow rinsing his face of the sweat and blood. He climbed and jumped as fast as he could til he saw tree branches curling at the edge of the cliff.
Reaching out to the nearest heavy branch he clung to it for dear life, pulling him onto the slick wet surface of the dirt. His eyes wide with adrenaline, breath fast and shallow. Now...I must run. Now I must find that which left me empty.
He snapped his head to attention at the sounds of dogs barking and the distant sounds of running feet. With godly like speed and energy he jumped to his feet and began to run deep into the forest. 5 years since he's been in prison, everyday feeling more empty then the last. Everyday thinking, thinking of them. Them! Jin and...and her. Damnit all to hell! Why can't I be alone to not think of anyone?
Care for no one but my own well being. It's all her fault, yes that is was he concluded. His shaggy cloths ripped when he escaped, a renegade dog. He ran and ran then he heard the train. Yes! I will escape them that way for sure!
Those fuckin ass holes! That’s alright the ones before died anyway. His mind turning crazy with the time in seclusion, of what he left behind. His eyes crazed and in delusion, his hunger driving him mad, feet running and running to catch the speeding train. An opening!
I see it! He hoped over the bush that stood in his way, his hands grabbing the handle of the door to the box car and pulled himself in. He slammed against the back wall and fell into the floor. Laying down on his back he stared at the ceiling of the box car, tears streamed down his eyes as he began to laugh, all the madness from the past years building and released in a crazed laughter.
----
“ Keitaro, good form. You’re getting faster every day.”
Jin taped the young boys head with the blunt end of his katana with a small hint of a smile. Walking away from his students he stared into the ocean from his window. His dojo, for 3 years now he has students of his own, children he can teach what his teacher taught him.
A small smirk played across his lips at the thought, then without warning a flicker of a memory scraped against his mind. Fuu and Mugen still played apart in his past. He constantly thought about the adventures they shared. What are they up to now I wonder…
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