Samurai 7 Fan Fiction ❯ Tell Me You Love Me ❯ The Dust Settles ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Himenokori 
The new journey of life begins
Anime/Manga: Samurai 7 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action / Hentai / Romance / Samurai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.06.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 308 | Status: Work In Progress
The new journey of life begins
Anime/Manga: Samurai 7 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action / Hentai / Romance / Samurai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.06.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 308 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime: Samurai 7
Title: Tell Me You Love Me
Synopsis: Alternate Universe, all seven of our heroes survive the war with the bandits. How will life move on from there?
Chapter 1 The Dust settles
It looked as if Kambei had decided to wear maroon so dark was the spattering of blood on his white ensemble. Kirara paled at the sight of him. When she had gone to the city to find warriors to fight the Nobuseri, she never expected... well, she did not know what she expected. On the journey to the village she had seen death, but not to the extent of the carnage wrought on the plains of the village on this day. So many wounded, Kirara did not know whom to aid first. She stood transfixed by the horror of death around her. Moving on her own, Kirara's hand reached to unwound the cord of her dousing crystal. It swung in wide circles as if confused before settling on Gorobei. The samurai had lost an arm. He also boasted several broken ribs and deep lacerations. It was a miracle that he still lived. Gorobei opened his eyes peering through the blood that streamed from the wound on his head. “Kureha,”He whispered bringing a hand up to stroke her face. “Gorobei-Donno, it's me, Kirara.” With trembling hands she wiped his brow. “Promised her... I would come home one day.” Gorobei sighed coughing he wheezed as his broken ribs protested. “Do not worry there old man,” Shichiroji promised a smile on his face as he prepared to bind the ribs. “We will get you home to your wife.” “Not married,” Gorobei said closing his eyes fearing that it would be the last time. “Kureha is my sister.” “You will survive this my friend,” Kambei promised he looked somewhat less grimy having removed his over coat. “Someone, go ahead to my home, let her know,” Gorobei paused to cough. “I am coming.” Gorobei grunted as Shichiroji pulled on the stripes of linen. “Do you have to pull so hard, friend?” “Your ribs are broken, they are the least of your worries if we do not get this bleeding stopped.” Rikichi said as he padded a cloth to press against the soaked cloth on his right bicep the rest of the arm was missing. “You have done a great service for this village, I will go.” Kambei nodded his head in assent of the plan. “There may yet be bandits in the area, or disgruntled allies,” He turned a thoughtful look to the horizon as if he could see the vile enemies hiding in the trees. “Kyuzo, would you mind traveling as his companion?” Kyuzo appeared to be ignoring Kambei as he cleaned the blood from his swords. “You have my thanks,” Kambei muttered. He knew that if Kyuzo had objected, he would have spoken. Gorobei forced a smile to pass his lips as consciousness was lost to him.
>**<
Sunset arrived on another day and soulful brown eyes stared around as far as could be seen. “She is there everyday at this time looking,” Naomi, the village leader's wife whispered sad to see the vibrant young woman so down. Slate gray hair blew in the early evening breeze as she approached the dark haired beauty. “Kureha,” Naomi smiled to soften her words. “Perhaps it is time that look to finding a husband.” “My brother will come back for me.” Kureha vowed as she continued to gaze into the distance. Kureha beamed a bright smile at the kind older woman. “I must eat dinner now and clean his room.” “There will be fog tonight, do not stay out too late. These are perilous times.” Kureha nodded her smile beaming. “Naomi stood for a while watching until Kureha entered her home. “Such a beautiful girl.” With a wistful sigh she went home to her own dinner.
>**<
Waves crashed over the shore soaking through the light pants Kureha wore while cleaning. She allowed the mindless shifting of the garments and the drone of the waves keep her mind from wandering over possibilities. Possibilities like her brother never returning. He had promised her parents after being killed by the bandits, that he would care for her. How could he just leave like that? Why hadn't he returned? The main war had ended years ago. Splash, splash, splash. On and on it went once a week she would wash his clothes and hang them to dry. Everyday she would look, everyday he would not return. Naomi's husband, Li the village elder, could give his consent for her to wed, but in place of their father, Kureha would rather have Gorobei. Besides, Kureha thought with a sad sigh, it was not like there were any men interested. “Kureha, Kureha,” Kureha looked up to see her friends rushing towards her careful to stay away from the chilly waters edge. “Come to the clearing, there is a meeting of the town.” “Not all are called to the meetings, you know this.” Kureha squeezed the water from a pair of large pants glad to have reached the bottom of the basket of clothes. “Why should I go anywhere but to hang my wash?” “There are visitors, strangers,” One of the girls answered her cheeks blushing. “Men, handsome men.” “Sakura, you know I do not...”Kureha began but was cut off by Sakura. “They have news of your brother.” Sakura beamed a grand smile as Kureha gasped rushing from the water she ran dripping down the beach as she hurried to the town meeting. “Why did you not speak sooner?!” She called over her shoulder. Now she would know, she would know if he lived or not!
To Be Continued
Author's Notes: As I have always been a hopeless romantic, I thought it perfectly heartbreaking that such wonderful men lost their lives. True the manner and the cause in which they lost them was fabulous, but there is always another alternative. I do not own any of the characters from Samurai 7 and I am making no profit whatsoever from this work of fiction. Kureha and friends ( the members of Lonniue Villiage) belong to me and are not to be used without my consent.
Ja
Chi
Title: Tell Me You Love Me
Synopsis: Alternate Universe, all seven of our heroes survive the war with the bandits. How will life move on from there?
Chapter 1 The Dust settles
It looked as if Kambei had decided to wear maroon so dark was the spattering of blood on his white ensemble. Kirara paled at the sight of him. When she had gone to the city to find warriors to fight the Nobuseri, she never expected... well, she did not know what she expected. On the journey to the village she had seen death, but not to the extent of the carnage wrought on the plains of the village on this day. So many wounded, Kirara did not know whom to aid first. She stood transfixed by the horror of death around her. Moving on her own, Kirara's hand reached to unwound the cord of her dousing crystal. It swung in wide circles as if confused before settling on Gorobei. The samurai had lost an arm. He also boasted several broken ribs and deep lacerations. It was a miracle that he still lived. Gorobei opened his eyes peering through the blood that streamed from the wound on his head. “Kureha,”He whispered bringing a hand up to stroke her face. “Gorobei-Donno, it's me, Kirara.” With trembling hands she wiped his brow. “Promised her... I would come home one day.” Gorobei sighed coughing he wheezed as his broken ribs protested. “Do not worry there old man,” Shichiroji promised a smile on his face as he prepared to bind the ribs. “We will get you home to your wife.” “Not married,” Gorobei said closing his eyes fearing that it would be the last time. “Kureha is my sister.” “You will survive this my friend,” Kambei promised he looked somewhat less grimy having removed his over coat. “Someone, go ahead to my home, let her know,” Gorobei paused to cough. “I am coming.” Gorobei grunted as Shichiroji pulled on the stripes of linen. “Do you have to pull so hard, friend?” “Your ribs are broken, they are the least of your worries if we do not get this bleeding stopped.” Rikichi said as he padded a cloth to press against the soaked cloth on his right bicep the rest of the arm was missing. “You have done a great service for this village, I will go.” Kambei nodded his head in assent of the plan. “There may yet be bandits in the area, or disgruntled allies,” He turned a thoughtful look to the horizon as if he could see the vile enemies hiding in the trees. “Kyuzo, would you mind traveling as his companion?” Kyuzo appeared to be ignoring Kambei as he cleaned the blood from his swords. “You have my thanks,” Kambei muttered. He knew that if Kyuzo had objected, he would have spoken. Gorobei forced a smile to pass his lips as consciousness was lost to him.
>**<
Sunset arrived on another day and soulful brown eyes stared around as far as could be seen. “She is there everyday at this time looking,” Naomi, the village leader's wife whispered sad to see the vibrant young woman so down. Slate gray hair blew in the early evening breeze as she approached the dark haired beauty. “Kureha,” Naomi smiled to soften her words. “Perhaps it is time that look to finding a husband.” “My brother will come back for me.” Kureha vowed as she continued to gaze into the distance. Kureha beamed a bright smile at the kind older woman. “I must eat dinner now and clean his room.” “There will be fog tonight, do not stay out too late. These are perilous times.” Kureha nodded her smile beaming. “Naomi stood for a while watching until Kureha entered her home. “Such a beautiful girl.” With a wistful sigh she went home to her own dinner.
>**<
Waves crashed over the shore soaking through the light pants Kureha wore while cleaning. She allowed the mindless shifting of the garments and the drone of the waves keep her mind from wandering over possibilities. Possibilities like her brother never returning. He had promised her parents after being killed by the bandits, that he would care for her. How could he just leave like that? Why hadn't he returned? The main war had ended years ago. Splash, splash, splash. On and on it went once a week she would wash his clothes and hang them to dry. Everyday she would look, everyday he would not return. Naomi's husband, Li the village elder, could give his consent for her to wed, but in place of their father, Kureha would rather have Gorobei. Besides, Kureha thought with a sad sigh, it was not like there were any men interested. “Kureha, Kureha,” Kureha looked up to see her friends rushing towards her careful to stay away from the chilly waters edge. “Come to the clearing, there is a meeting of the town.” “Not all are called to the meetings, you know this.” Kureha squeezed the water from a pair of large pants glad to have reached the bottom of the basket of clothes. “Why should I go anywhere but to hang my wash?” “There are visitors, strangers,” One of the girls answered her cheeks blushing. “Men, handsome men.” “Sakura, you know I do not...”Kureha began but was cut off by Sakura. “They have news of your brother.” Sakura beamed a grand smile as Kureha gasped rushing from the water she ran dripping down the beach as she hurried to the town meeting. “Why did you not speak sooner?!” She called over her shoulder. Now she would know, she would know if he lived or not!
To Be Continued
Author's Notes: As I have always been a hopeless romantic, I thought it perfectly heartbreaking that such wonderful men lost their lives. True the manner and the cause in which they lost them was fabulous, but there is always another alternative. I do not own any of the characters from Samurai 7 and I am making no profit whatsoever from this work of fiction. Kureha and friends ( the members of Lonniue Villiage) belong to me and are not to be used without my consent.
Ja
Chi