The Shogun and the Samurai

×Epilogue×

It was a cold winter morning and the streets of New York were packed, like always.

A frustrated man sat in his car for what seemed like an eternity, just waiting for the never ending stream of people to cross the damn road.

"C'mon, c'mon!" He growled, one hand anxiously pulling through his thick red hair while the other gripped the steering wheel so tightly that it could have broken.

He checked the car's clock.

9:15 AM

He groaned and slammed his head against the steering wheel. The man was already late for his new job.

He looked back up at the road to see that the crowd was slowly dwindling and soon enough the street light turned green.

"Fucking finally!" He growled, pressing his foot to the gas pedal.

And that just had to be the moment when a dark figure dashed out into the street in front of him.

"SHIT!" The man shouted, and slammed his foot down hard on the breaks. He was not soon enough, though.

The person hit the front if his car and fell out of the redhead's field of vision.

The man just stared with wide golden eyes for a moment before getting out of the car, hissing out a string of curses as he did.

"Shit, my parole officer is gonna kill me..!" He breathed when he saw the other man laying in the road like a corpse.

Rushing to the raven haired man's side, the redhead let out a sigh of relief when the caramel skinned male groaned and began to sit up.
"Hey, watch where you're going next time, asshole!" The paler redhead growled, grabbing the other man's tattooed hand and helping him up.

Molten gold met steely grey as the dark skinned victim looked up at his assailant. Whatever snarky retort he had ready suddenly died on his lips as he took in the familiar features: handsome face, unnaturally red hair, pale skin, and a slightly crooked nose.

"Do I know you?" The raven haired man questioned as he was helped to stand.

The redhead raised a non-existent eyebrow and looked the smaller male up and down.

Now that he thought about it, the man did look familiar. Feathery black hair, goatee, caramel skin, black tattoos on his hands... Where did he know him from? He would admit that the caramel skinned man was attractive. Maybe a bar?

The redhead shook his head to clear it. "No. I've never met you before in my life."

The smaller man nodded and the redhead thought of something.

Grabbing a pen from his pocket he held it out to the tattooed man. "We should exchange phone numbers. For insurance reasons, of course."

The smaller man raised an eyebrow, then chuckled as he grabbed the pen to write on the pale skin of the larger's hand.

"Smooth. I bet hitting people with your car is how you get every guy's number."

The redhead grinned and wrote his own number on the inside of the other's hand. "Only the cute ones."

The two shared a laugh (completely forgeting why they were rushing in the first place and ignoring the honking cars behind them) and the smaller male held out his hand.

"My name is Trafalgar Law."

The redhead grinned then grabbed it and shook.

"Eustass Kid."