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We searched the bedraggled crowds for any worthy Samurai but none came to our appeal. I sighed as Katsushiro and I made our way back to the shack.
“Young Sir!” an entertainer yelled after Katsushiro, I stopped and turned. Katsushiro sighed and turned to the entertainer with natural white hair in a buzz cut, olive skin and an intricate scar on his left cheek. Katsushiro turned as well.
“What do you want?” Katsushiro asked his hand on the hilt of his unscathed katana. I was surprised by his sudden anger. The entertainer laughed at this.
“I’m sorry if I come off as rude. But it is an entertainer’s way of getting attention.” the man bellowed, Katsushiro eyed him warily. “You are a samurai? Am I correct?”
“Yes.” Katsushiro grumbled the entertainer smiled.
“What a pleasure.” The entertainer mumbled he smiled. “Then you do know how to use one of these, right?” he asked Katsushiro a bow in his hand. Katsushiro scowled.
“Of course, every Samurai knows how to use a bow.” He growled. The entertainer smirked.
“Well young man, I’ll make you a bet. You have one arrow.” He mumbled and pointed to his forehead. “You aim right here and if I catch it before it hits me then you have to buy me lunch. If I don’t I lose my life.” I stared at the entertainer in shock. What kind of guy would gamble his life for one meal? The entertainer smiled. “Come on young man, will you do me the honor of being the opponent of an old samurai?” Katsushiro hesitated then took the bow from the man. He aimed and let the arrow loose, people around us watched in awe. I watched wide-eyed as the entertainer caught the arrow between his fingers. Small rivers of blood trickled down his brow ridges, he chuckled hysterically. Something was wrong with this guy. Katsushiro dropped the bow at his feet clearly disappointed. I giggled and Katsushiro glanced my way, his sapphire eyes hurt.
“Well, sir.” I muttered to the entertainer. “If you come with us we have a meal waiting for you and a request.” He seemed interested and surprised by my appearance.
“Well, My lady. It would be a pleasure to have a meal with you.” He chimed I smiled. Manners, they always had manners with female samurai. Katsushiro looked lost so I put my hand on his shoulder.
“Come on Katsushiro we have to introduce this nice samurai to the others.” I murmured, making sure I left off the honorific on his name. He stared at me dumbstruck.
Amara and Katsushiro finally came back and with our luck they brought a samurai who fought in the Great War. They’d had more luck then our noisy metal samurai, Kikichiyo. Who Komachi was already becoming attached to.
“Can I have the pleasure of knowing your names?” the older samurai asked, a smile crossing his face.
“I’m Kirara, this is my sister Komachi, Rikichi, The Great Kambei, our newest samurai, Kikichiyo, Katsushiro, and-” Amara cut me off.
“I’m Amara.” She muttered, glaring at me I scowled. “May we have the honor of knowing your name, sir?” The older samurai smiled.
“The name’s Gorebei.” He muttered, he glanced around the room. “Nice to meet you all.” I gave a polite smile as Kambei began questioning him.
“Will you please fight for our cause?” I asked as Kambei finished his questioning. Gorebei scratched his chin.
“I don’t see why not.” He murmured he glanced at Kambei. “I think that fighting by the Great Kambei’s side will be one of my greatest moments.” I sighed hoping to find two more samurai before the rice would bend.
 XxXPuppet_Master182XxX · Mon Nov 30, 2009 @ 08:33pm · 0 Comments |
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