Blue Eye Samurai - Mizu x OC

Ophelia

I take the opposite way, this man has nothing to do with me. I might have lost 300 pounds, but at least I don't have any problems anymore. I'm free, with 1000 pounds in my bra. All my life I've always been rejected, by my parents, by men, even by some hotels I've asked a room in. Hopefully the one I want to pass this night in isn't awared of what I've done to Mr Weeler...

In my way to the city's center, I start to think. These blue-eyes... even in England it's not usual to see some like his. With no beard, long hair and fine lines, he still manages to be more viril than some men from here. His hands were colder than snow. I wonder what this guy is looking for...

There is a few people in the street, 2, maybe 3. Suddenly from a alley, five guards appeared.

One of the men : Hello Miss, are you lost ? Says one of the men.

Me : I'm not.

The same man : I think you are. Let us help you, come here...

He grabs my arm and violently keeps me against his chest. What a disgusting character. They must be around 30, maybe 40, with fat and muscles, and I'm a poor girl with no defense.

Another man : What do you have in your bra, my dear ? Giggled another man.

He drops a hand and touches me like an animal.

The same man : Oh ! Is it money ? Haha ! Tell me ma'am, you should be wealthy to keep this much on you.

Me : That is all I have you fat ass !

I try to debate and finally get out of their disgusting hands. They are now 4 against me... adrenaline may have hit me for 5 minutes, but now I have to admit that fear kinda overwhelms me.

Me : Don't even try to touch me again.

Another man : Haha ! And what are you going to do ?

I have no strength and no breath, but I can run fast for a short time. I'll play on strategy, as always. As they approach, I walk backwards. I try to show the less fear I can to feel untouchable, that sometimes is a good strategy. One of the men starts running straight into me, but suddenly, someone stands between us. I can clearly hear the shrill noise of the metal of a sword brandishing. When I open my eyes, I see a tall man in a hat. Mizu.

One man : MY FINGERS, MY TWO FINGERS ?! Yelled the disgusting animal.

Another man : What are you doing thin boy ? A man tried to say in between his friend's screams.

I move aside. His sword in a hand, the other one behind his back and his two legs bended, Mizu looks like he's confident enough to believe he's gonna beat them all four up. I said I didn't wanted anyone to get in troubles because of me...

The biggest man slowly walks in front of him.

The biggest man : You go on the right, you on the left, you stay by my side. He orderes his friends.

All the men start running. Mizu throws his sword on the ground, which bounces and ends up in the biggest man's stomach. At the same time, he ran backwards to dodge the 2 men on his side, went behind the left one and gave him two punches on his neck, in a single second. Then he took back his sword from his enemy, and cut the back of the legs of the two men left, whom felt immediately on the ground. It seemed like he has done all of this without any difficulty.
Mizu turned back, sword in his hand, and looks at the man with eight fingers left, who cried, and fled.

Mizu : Come on now. The long-haired man said.

I follow him.

It's about 1 pm when join a little bench in between two houses. I sat and said nothing. Mizu looks at me. I can feel his eyes on my hands, that are shaking because of anger, disgust, and shame.

Me : Those men are the worst in the world. I say, trying to hold my tears.

I cough. He doesn't say anything back.
Trying to take a tissue in my bra, I noticed that my money was missing.

Me : Mizu... Mizu my money, where's my money ??? That was all I had !!! That is too much, I can't hold my tears anymore. I risked my life to afford this money... how am I going to eat...

Thinking about this future is even more disappointing. I have nothing left, I lost my dignity, my money, and my breath. All for nothing.

Mizu : It's all right, I have my money.

I look at him with despair.

Me : Mizu no one is gonna accept your japanese money...

Mizu : I'll force them to. We both need to eat.

Me : But when you'll leave...

He frowned his brows again and take his formal voice, as if he was mad.

Mizu : I won't leave you without at least enough to eat, I may be a samurai but I have a heart. You'll be alright.

My tears pacify, but I'm so tired. I put my head on Mizu's shoulder so as to help me breathing. To say the truth, I didn't slept that much last night, I was busy looking at the blue-eyed man training. It was impressive, I couldn't look somewhere else. I wish I didn't have this stupid breath issue that prevents me from doing exercises. With it, I don't even know when I am going to die, maybe it will be in two years, maybe tomorrow. Crises are devil. Men are devil too.
Thinking of all of this makes me go sadder and sadder, and overwhelmed, I go crying again. What a loser I am...

I can feel Mizu's hand against my cheek, approaching my head of his neck for me to nestle against him.

Mizu : Don't cry, Ophelia...

What happened to him, he looks...understanding.

I put a hand on his other shoulder, stand my back straight, and look at him deep in his eyes. He looks back at me, and take off his glasses.

Me : Your have beautiful eyes. I whisper.

He starts to smile.

Mizu : So yours are...