BUNRAKU REMIX

BUNRAKU



Thanks



Yoshi managed to find enough energy despite the drugs running through his body (they had doped him in the end to make him more malleable). Enough energy to follow the Drifter out of the police headquarters, punching the front door guard weakly out onto the street. The Bartender's small blue car pulled up sharply with an offer for a getaway car. Quickly they piled in as the siren rose in a sharp wail behind them. The Samurai, as he shifted in pain on the Bartender's backseat, wondered if this was going to cause more hassle for the Drifter.



He thought it might, but had no energy to care. The man causes his own trouble easily enough - but it is... kind of him to carry my burdens as well. Those broad shoulders seem like they could carry anything... Yoshi cursed the weakness of his body and his heart, as the darkness began to creep over the corners of his eyes. As the Stetson hat began to blur with the car's ceiling. A weakness I can't afford to have, he thought hazily. And now I owe him.



The Samurai's last thought was what kind of price the Drifter would exact from him. His mouth found it particularly difficult to say thanks.



“Arigatou gozaimasu.”*



Darkness drowned him. The car fell uncomfortably quiet as the Bartender eyed the ever silent Drifter and wondered what had really moved the man into action.



Such is the world that our unlikely heroes live in. An eye for an eye, a favour for a favour - and mutual acts of kindness are expected. Nothing is for free - even love has strings attached. Yet, the Drifter's price wasn't as high as the Samurai had feared.



When the Drifter turned to say “No problem”, he discovered that the slight Japanese man had passed out in the backseat, his head bobbing in time with the potholes of the main street. For an instant, his eyes softened. He merely replied, “You're welcome.”