Day One: Afternoon

[Bujin]

Hey, remember when you shot that one chick?

?That was a couple hours ago, Nancy,? Bujin sighed. The male voice merely whistled in amazement as a response, leaving an awkward silence hovering over the area. The blue man was still walking through a massive expanse of trees. He knew it was a deserted island, and he knew he was there to kill people. However, he was disappointed that the scenery wasn?t any more interesting than it was. To add to that, the more-than-minor discomfort in the back of his head had made the trip even less enjoyable. He needed some action, and he needed it quickly.

It seemed as though he had been walking for quite a while, so he took a much needed rest. Sitting down, Bujin unzipped his coveted man-bag and dumped out the contents once more. He took what little bread that he had left and broke it in half. Laying the portions down next to him, he took the remaining water and drank of it, making sure that there was still some left. It was the first responsible thing he had done all day. Laughing, he picked up the two pieces of sustenance and raised them in offering to some unseen force.

?You kids want some?? Bujin asked smartly. Rae chuckled in response.

I?ll pass. That stuff goes right through me.

The small man laughed and ate a portion, wrapping up the remaining one and placing it in the bag with the rest of the supplies. The pace that he was ?playing the game? was starting to catch up with him. The muscles in his body ached, and the ever-present pain in his head had yet to dull. So Bujin decided to just lay back and hope that nobody would come his way. The reason for signing up for Dante?s Abyss was starting to become unclear to him. Sure, he was practically forced to do so, and sure, he was fighting for his freedom. However, he was starting to lose any sense of moral decency that he had ever known. Hell, he was starting to lose his mind.

Suddenly, his extensive thirty second rest was interrupted by a few rustling of leaves and branches in the distance. Fumbling through his belongings, he pulled out his machine gun and pointed it in the direction of the disturbance. He had already practically seal the doom of one person, he was fully prepared to do so again ? no matter what the nagging pull in his stomach said. The rustling increased; the person that was behind the sound was either very confident or very careless. When the figure of Celipa appeared, Bujin found that both assumptions were correct.

Bujin, throwing caution in the wind, tossed his machine gun to the side and stood up. Celipa, apparently out of reflex, whipped her shotgun towards the blue midget and damn near pulled the trigger. However, her eyes screamed recognition and she lowered her weapon on the spot. The two figures merely stood as they stared at each other awkwardly. Finally, after a few moments, she darted towards Bujin with her arms extended.

?Oh?shi??? Bujin was cut off as Celipa tackle-hugged him.