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Thread: (Vandesdelca and Kitty) Jin x Fuu

The girl braced herself as much as one could in that situation, but really, how could one 'brace' them self when they knew they were about to be an amputee of one kind of another? She didn't know what was gonna be cut off, but this guy was seriously gonna cut SOMETHING off. She cringed at the thought, closing her eyes tight as Ryujiro lifted his blade, but then everything froze. A voice as cold as ice sliced through the air, and true silence fell upon the room. Surprised, everyone turned to look back at the stranger whom had seemingly appeared out of thin air. The momentary shock of the thugs allowed the young woman enough time to squirm free and flee to across the room, away from the action that was surely about to unfold. Crap , She muttered shakily, rubbing her wrist where it had been pinned down and turning her wide brown eyes to the mysterious swordsman. The look she gave him was one of gratitude, but also curiosity. Who WAS this guy? Meanwhile, the thugs seemed rather rattled by the strangers words. Who the hell are you calling pathetic, you maggot?! One of the mean snarled, the men pulling loose their own blades and aiming them at Jin. The governor's son just laughed, shaking his head in an almost pitying way. You're obviously new here, pal. I'll give you one chance to turn and leave, or maybe Ryujiro and my boys here will just have to cut you up! He said with a snide laugh, clearly very confident in the skills of his 'boys'. He noticed the girl inching towards the kitchen and gave her a harsh glare from over his shoulder. And where the fuck you think you're goin', bitch? You stay right there. We'll deal with you in a second. The girl puffed up a little at his words, glaring at him, then turning her glance back to the samurai with glasses. She looked hopeful that he really was some big shot. If not, the both of them might end up dead.
Thread: (Vandesdelca and Kitty) Jin x Fuu

Jin's hand shifted ever so slightly, an absolute hurricane of movement from the otherwise stone-still man. That hand dropped back to the bottom part of the sheath, gripping it tightly as his other hand slowly crossed his body, latching firmly around the hilt of his sword, an easy and practiced movement that set him into clear drawing position for his sword. Jin's eyes zeroed in on the governor's son, taking note of the symbol worn on his own clothing a symbol he had seen just earlier on the governor and on the men he killed. You, Jin said. You are the governor's son. He paused for a moment, as if giving it some thought. I already killed one official's guards today, Jin said simply -- it wasn't even a boast. They were mere statements of fact, of what his day had been like so far, and what his plan for the rest of that particular day was. And then he moved. It was a blur of motion, of one foot moving deliberately forward as he drew, the silvery arc of his blade lashing out and cleaving fully through one man's side, blood splattering across the ground and a nearby table. The momentum carried him, taking a second step forward and bringing the blade and to the left at an angle, striking cleanly through Ryujiro's arm. One man hit the ground, the other's arm fell useless, and Jin took a third step, blade scything through the air. It was all deliberate, cold and clean, flowing like water but hard like ice, and not a soul in the tea shop stood a chance.
Thread: (Vandesdelca and Kitty) Jin x Fuu

The governor's son smirked a little when Jin seemed to recognize him, relaxing back where he sat as the samurai seemed to be reconsidering his attack. I see you're not as dumb as you seem. What, are ya scared now? He laughed, seeming totally at ease. That is, until the samurai so nonchalantly mentioned that he had killed other official's guards prior that day. That made his laughing stop, forcing a more serious, slightly nervous look onto his face. This guy... he had to be lying. It quickly became clear that he had to be telling the truth, though, when the samurai made his move. In the blink of an eye, he was flying through the guards, slicing them apart like his sword was a hot knife and they were made of butter. Seeing this as her chance to escape view, the girl rushed back into the kitchen and settled for peering in amazement around the corner alongside the shop owners. This guy wasn't human! He was too fast she could see nothing more than the flash of his blade and the red of blood as it splattered all over the walls, floor, and tables. The other customers were all back against the wall now, staring in shock and doing what they could to stay out of the way. Soon, though, the screaming and shouting died down, and the samurai and the governor's son were the only two people left alive of the swordsmen. Well, aside from Ryujiro, who had seemingly vanished from the room after his arm had been chopped clean off. Clearly, the governor's son had a completely different attitude now. Pale with fear and shock, he found himself crawling backwards, staring up at the samurai as if he were staring down Death himself. Y-You... You lay a finger on me, and.. and my fa-father will have you executed! Y-You sc-scared?! H-huh?! He tried to laugh, but the act only made him seem more cowardly as tears bubbled in his eyes, sweat rolling down his face now that his guards were all dead. You hear m-me!? As he finished his quivering sentence, Ryujiro re-appeared, as if on cue. However, he seemed to have lost what little he had of his mind to begin with, kicking over a pot of some sort of oil and holding a blazing piece of paper in his hand, blood dripping from where his arm had been only minutes ago. I'LL BURN IT ALL DOWN! He howled, laughing as he dropped the paper into the oil, planning to trap the mysterious samurai within the building and burn him alive. The customer's screaming filled the air, and before the young woman knew it, she was being ushered out of the small building by the married couple. She managed to steal one last glance over her shoulder at the samura as she headed out, sure that someone of his skill could make it alive, but feeling a strange guilt for running off without so much as thanking him.
Thread: (Vandesdelca and Kitty) Jin x Fuu

Jin let out a breath that he had seemingly been holding, snuffing out a half dozen lives in the space of that single breath. Blood dripped off of his sword, with only the barest fleck here or there dotting the black or the vibrant blue of his clothes. His wrist flicked hard once, the blood splattering across the ground in a swath, thin rivulets still clinging to his blade. It was thirsty steel, and it had not yet been sated. Slowly, Jin aimed the tip of his blade at the cowardly son of the governor. He held it there, unflinching and stock still, even as he made his spiel and the insane Ryujiro lit the tea house on fire. You are a coward and a bully. If you live today, you or your servants will cause more suffering, Jin said, merciless eyes staring hard and cold above the frame of his glasses. Therefore... Not even a master swordsman could have seen his hand move, the blade tracing a thin red line across the coward's neck... a solid second passing before his head slid off the stump. The blade slashed again, blood flying off in flecks as Jin turned his way back to the door, broken wood and fire blocking his way. ... damn, Jin whispered. And that was when the beam came crashing down. It was fortuitous in a way, that the governor's men had been on their way. To find that his son was killed, head lopped clean off... and to find his murderer still breathing under a broken beam. Of course, fortune was an odd thing, and Jin had woken to stare the governor direct in the eye. Words had been exchanged, but they hardly need have been -- torture said all that needed to be said. And then it was night. Bloody and battered, Jin had been dumped into a cell, his top still gone for all that the governor's men had needed to get at his back for a solid twenty lashes. Burnt, whipped, bruised, all of that had come and gone. One would have believed him dead just then, laying in his wooden cell, but for the gentle rise and fall of his chest... and the fact that his eyes were just barely open. As stoic before death as he was before anythign else, it seemed.
Thread: (Vandesdelca and Kitty) Jin x Fuu

Jin was almost invisible in the glorified cage, laying away from the faint moonbeams that stole into the cage. He was just another shadow, darker and deeper than the others, almost impossibly still for a human being. But that changed when a sweet voice rang out through the thick haze that had fallen over his consciousness, brought on by smoke and fire and beating alike. ... you, Jin whispered, that deep shadow stirring as Jin raised his head. He looked a mess, but somehow so pristine and serene through all of it. His slick black hair fell in waves across his shoulders, and gunmetal eyes cut through the darkness with a glimmer of focused light. You are the girl from the tea house. The one they threatened, Jin said, slowly pulling himself up to his knees so as to face the bars. He was in the moonlight now, his already pale skin suddenly as white and bright as the fullest moon, casting the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen into sharp relief. ... are you alright? he asked. It took perhaps a long moment to register something else -- she was here, speaking with a prisoner that was set to death. And why are you here? he asked, rather straight to the point on the whole affair.
Thread: (Vandesdelca and Kitty) Jin x Fuu

Fuu breathed a sighed of relief when she heard his voice. He sounded strained, his whisper weak, and yet it managed to carry a certain amount of strength at the same time. Though it was clear he had received quite the beating, he carried that same no-nonsense tone as before. And this was enough to allow her to relax, even if just a bit. She took a break from working at the key to glance up and take a look at the man again, blushing to herself at what she saw. He sat there, now on his knees, the moonlight reflecting off of his fair skin with his deep black hair contrasting against his complexion as it hung over his shoulders. He was very lean, but strong. His muscles gave that away. Sharply, she shook the thought away. Now was no time to admire him! Attractive as he was, they were both still in very real danger. Despite that, Fuu leaned back down and went to working at the lock, only faltering again when he asked if SHE was alright. She shot him a confused glance, then smiled. Her smile seemed somewhat bashful. She didn't know why he cared if she was okay, but it was flattering enough to hear him ask regardless. Yeah, I'm fine. I mean, only thanks to you.... Bingo! She whispered, smirking triumphantly as the lock 'clicked' and she was able to stand and pulled the wooden door open, scooping his swords into the crook of her other arm as she did so. What am I doing here? It's obvious, isn't it? She quickly made her way into the cell, offering him his swords. I'm busting you out! Hurry, the guards- She was cut short when, in the distance, there was shouting. She went to see the prisoner! After her! Don't let them escape! Uh-oh! She breathed, reaching into the folds of her kimono for her own small knife. She had no idea how to wield it, but if ut came down to it, she would do what she could to protect them. After all, the samurai hardly looked to be in the shape to fight anyone right now. We gotta get outta here! She whispered to him, offering her free arm to help him up. Just lean against me if you're too weak to stand on your own, 'kay? She had a determined look in her eyes. Scared? Of course. But they were, as of now, in this together. She wouldn't run off and leave him behind after coming this far.
Thread: (Vandesdelca and Kitty) Jin x Fuu

Good, Jin said. He would have hated to have come to her defense, only to have brought about her end through the fire that resulted from such. Not that he had done it exclusively for her -- these samurai so called pissed him off in a way he could not quite articulate. Jin pulled himself up to his feet, his movement as measured as any of his, but it was clear that he was not at full strength just then -- the torture and exhaustion following the fight had done a bit of a number on him, though there was no way he was just going to stand there and allow himself to be killed. He walked out of the cell, stumbling only on his third step before righting himself. Don't draw your weapon. Not unless you have the ability to use it, Jin said. He was sure just then that she had the desire -- she was rather strong-willed for a tea house girl, to have come for him here. Even if she was a bit on the foolhardy side. Just move. I will be behind you, Jin said, taking his swords and sliding them home at his side, the familiar weight resting on his hip and restoring balance to his life, if not to his walk. Jin followed along behind her, his fingers brushing along the wall as if to catch him should he fall. They couldn't afford to be caught like this -- he knew even now and perhaps she did too that he could handle a guard or two... but the longer he stalled on one of them, the more guards would come, and even they would eventually overwhelm him in numbers.
Thread: (Vandesdelca and Kitty) Jin x Fuu

Fuu tensed a little when he told her not to draw her weapon unless she had the ability to use it, clutching the rather girlishly designed weapon in her hand, but not drawing it. She couldn't remember having ever drawn it, at least not with the intent on attacking anyone. Maybe she had some guts, but she didn't have any skills with any kind of weapon. Still, she was confused as to why he didn't want her to draw it. She ignored that for now, though. He had enough strength to stand and walk, even if he was very unstable, and if there was any fighting to be done he would be doing it. Even in his condition he was better off than her, so she simply trusted that he would follow her and slipped out of the cell, shooting a few worried glanced his way when he stumbled. She was going to offer again that he could lean against her, but the voices grew louder, so she shut her mouth, turned, and walked briskly along the wall. She didn't notice it, but she was actually trembling. Helping a convict on death row escape was a serious crime, punishable by death, but he was only in this position in the first place because he saved her back at the tea house. Quickly, she rounded a corner, and as soon as Jin did the same a few guards went running by. It was so dark that they didn't see Fuu or Jin the building they were tucked against created a dark shadow over them, dark enough for the rushing guards not to suspect them there. They can't be far! Spread out! Fuu, however, was NOT gonna stick around long enough to be discovered. Gently, she tugged at Jin's sleeve to get his attention, gesturing towards the back entrance. There were two guards stationed there, the rest were running around looking for them. If we sneak past them, we might stand a chance at escaping. Fuu whispered to Jin, tucking her knife back into the folds of her clothing. He was right she shouldn't draw it unless she was capable of using it. Instead, she reached back into the chest folds of her attire and pulled out a small, furry creature. Okay, Momo! Help us out here! With a cute 'squee!', the flying squirrel hopped out of her hands and glided over to the guards, making no sound until it landed atop one of the guards heads. Squeaking, the squirrel proceeded to scratch and bite the man's face, making him shout and run in a panic away from where he had been standing, hoping to lose the thing that was attacking him. What the hell? The other guard grumbled, his attention grasped by his peer, who looked like a lunatic slapping and and shaking his own face. This was their chance. While both guards were away from the gate, Fuu made her way towards it. There was a chance that the guards would still spot them, but it was worth the risk.
Thread: (Vandesdelca and Kitty) Jin x Fuu

Jin silently and dutifully followed her -- he might have been the more experienced one as well as being several years older than she, but she knew this town and this area better than he did. Besides, he was having trouble keeping up as it was, much less overtaking her and leading her into the darkness. Jin followed her, noticing the trembling of her hand and her thin ankles, sharp eyes catching her movements even in the relative darkness. Good idea. But if we move, then they may see us, Jin whispered back to her. Hiding in shadows was the easy part -- not moving so the movement did not draw the eye of guards was quite a bit more difficult, and in his state he was having trouble keeping to his usual stock-still nature. He glanced down as her hand delved into her kimono, withdrawing a... small furry creature. ... is that a squirrel, Jin asked, his tone closer to a statement than it was to a question, as if affirming to himself that the young lady had just pulled a rodent out of her clothes. Jin shook it off and followed her, wishing he had his full garments back for all that he was pale enough to be nearly luminescent in the occasional swathes of moonlight, and bare as his torso was... Soon they were past the gate, but all of a sudden Jin was moving, stepping to the side and wrapping an arm around Fuu's waist, pulling her into the shadows. His hand lay firmly on her hip, his other going across her mouth as he pulled her against his bare chest. Sh. The reason why became apparent a moment later as fresh guards came from around a corner, their footsteps almost too quiet to hear from a distance, but they came and went. Distantly, as they lingered in the shadows for a moment, they could hear guards asking for backup for a crazy red-clothed man some few kilometers west from the village. It was funny how fate worked, and how one sociopath taking a different road could change things forever. Come on. We should keep going -- north, perhaps. They will not look that way, Jin whispered, slowly letting her go.
Thread: (Vandesdelca and Kitty) Jin x Fuu

There was a lot to be said for training and reflexes -- Jin had been roused from sleep and killed a man in the same breath, and his abilities for detection were second to none. One merely had to know where the signs would be and then to look for them... or listen for them as the case may have been. I'm... fine. It was a lie -- he had seemed fine enough in the cell, sitting as he had been, but now that he was running all over the place, his wounds were protesting and the exhaustion was getting to him. Even as he straightened up just then, his knees wobbled ever-so-slightly. If he'd had time to rest... he was sure he would be okay by tomorrow. He'd have to be -- the guards would be far harder to evade during the daytime, and he knew that bloodshed would come on the morrow unless they were very, very lucky. Besides, he had to protect her, that slender girl who had saved his life in turn. They might have been equal just then, square... but letting her go off alone around here was a death sentence. And honestly, if she left him alone, it wouldb't be much better for him. ... it is still a good idea, though. Lead the way, he said, settling his hand firmly on the back of his sword as he followed her through the moonlit woods. His footsteps were erratic, almost jerky in places, but every time she offered him help he would turn her down. As they snuck into the barn, squeezing through the opening in the wood, Jin grunted. The place was stale and forgotten, old straw and hard-packed dirt making up the floor of the place. Jin stumbled over to one pile of straw, rather inelegantly setting himself down on it, laying his swords aside for the moment. ... Jin, he whispered. I killed those men because they are an affront to the station they hold, Jin said simply -- it was too tired to be cold, but blunt all the same. Why did you come and save me? You could have kept your life here. Forgotten about me, he said. There was perhaps no way she could have seen his gaze just then, but perhaps it could still be felt through the darkness.
Thread: (Vandesdelca and Kitty) Jin x Fuu

Fuu was incredibly relieved that they made it- no, she was relieved he made it. It had been quite the walk, and though she couldn't see him in this darkness, she could definitely hear the way the straw crunched as he dumped himself down heavily onto it. He was indeed the impressive man. So, Jin was his name then? She smiled to herself, a childish wave of happiness coming over her now that she knew the name of the mysterious samurai. Of course, his reason for killing her attackers wasn't so flattering. Well, whatever the reason, you did save me. She sighed, finally just collapsing back against the bed of stiff hay, ignoring the way it poked and itched at her skin through her thin attire. When he asked why she had saved him in return, though, she was quiet for a moment. She could definitely feel the chill of his eyes on her, the hairs on her arms and neck sticking up. She wanted to come up with some glorious and unselfish reason, like that she had saved him as payback for him saving her, but that wasn't EXACTLY the truth.. Um, well... Honestly, one reason is that I don't think I'd ever be able to just 'forget' about you. I'd be diced up right now if not for you, and I really wanted to thank you, even if you didn't do it for me. But there is another reason, b-besides paying you back. She shifted then, swallowing a nervous lump that has suddenly formed in her throat. Would he be mad at her for having an ulterior motive...? Would he leave her by herself in the morning? Well, she wouldn't blame him. She had no control over what he did after she told him, but she HAD to tell him. You see, I don't live here. I've kind of been traveling around. Thing is, I'm looking for someone... he's a samurai, who smells of sunflowers. That tea house I worked at was the only reason I stayed here, but it's gone now, and so I have no reason to stay. But I saw the way you fought, and, well... She fidgeted, then spit it out. I was hoping you'd allow me to travel with you if I payed you back by getting you out of there. You don't own me anything, so I don't expect you to say yes, but having a samurai to travel with would be a lot safer than traveling alone. Her voice grew quiet near the end, as if she were ashamed of herself for even asking such a thing from him.
Thread: (Vandesdelca and Kitty) Jin x Fuu

There came a sound from the other side of that shack, a rasping sound low and unfamiliar... it might have taken several long moments to realize that Jin was chuckling quietly to himself. I appreciate the honesty, Jin said, the stiff straw crunching beneath his back as he turned over on it -- Fuu had her clothes between her and the straw, while Jin's bare back went roughshod over the straw, irritating him. But it was better than the ground, all told. ... a samurai who smells of sunflowers. A strange request from a strange girl. A girl who would risk it all to come and save him despite having no skills, a girl who had a squirrel in her kimono, a girl with tenacity far beyond her age. Yes, she was strange... but strange wasn't bad. Of course, there was nothing wrong with that, and there was no insulting tone to his words -- merely a musing note. Alright. We may travel together for a time -- I must leave this place, and I have no particular destination in mind. Perhaps we could travel to Edo, Jin said. His gaze flickered elsewhere before it focused again on her voice. ... Fuu. You should keep in mind that I am a wanted man. I am capable, but you may be guilty by association. He paused for a moment, and when next he spoke, he sounded slightly disgusted. ... or they will think you my hostage. It was a reasonable enough thought, after all. Only keep that in mind, Jin said softly.