1. A Little Slice of Life
It was a bargain.
It was beautiful. The wooden saya was cold to the touch a beautiful shade of red that gleamed in the light showing off waves of wooden brown that rippled through its' picture like a roaring wave that moved all the way up to a black metal hilt. Keeping his eyes on the pawnshop owner who sat on his chair watching him back, thoughtfully stroking a well groomed foo man chu to make up for the lack of hair present on his shiny head, Samson drew the blade out of its' hiding hole.
The metal showed no rust or wear at all and the blade itself was pure black Japanese steel. The grip felt good in his hand and as he stroked his finger across the blade itself the skin of his finger immediately split open and blood trickled down his wrist and dripped onto the floor as Samson hissed in pain and quickly put his finger in his mouth and began sucking.
"This sword is one of a kind." Said the wise looking shop owner once again stroking his beard.
"One of a kind huh? Then where did you get it?"
"You are here to buy, not to ask questions." The old man snapped back. "Do you want her or not?"
Samson took out his wallet and looked thoughtfully and the last remaining amounts of cash that remained in his vastly empty savings.
"How much do you want for her?" Samson asked. giving his best business looks which just made him look like he was squinting to avoid the sun piercing his eyes.
"Hm....fifty..." The old man said nodding pleased with decision making process.
"Oh...well that seems...reasonable i guess" Samson shuffled through his wallet and picked out a few notes and pushed them across the counter.
The old man peered at them before bursting out in laughter and holding his chest.
"No my friend you misunderstand.." He said wiping tears from his eyes. "Fifty thousand was the price."
Samson's face immediately turned red and he looked down to his wallet again.
"I don't have that much on me...."
The old man looked disappointingly at Samson but then stroked his beard again.
"How much do you have on you Mr Snow?"
The old man looked to Samson then back to the blade.
"I will sell it for that much..but in future...sometime...somewhere...you will owe me a favour..you got it?"The old man poked Samson in the chest with one bony finger that hurt a lot.
Samson looked in shock at the old man but quickly handed over the petty remains of his wallet and took the sword in his hands.
It felt really good.
Sadly no food for the next four days would not feel anywhere near as good.
The old man quickly took the money of the counter and stuffed it into his pocket before stating that it was closing time and that Samson should get out now before he changed his mind.
Samson stepped out into the cold streets of New Tokyo clutching his new wrapped up collectible to his chest and pulling his coat even tighter to himself after straightening his red tie and pressed white shirt.