Kidnapping

Jin walked in the hot sun, dragging a little kid behind him. Jin was 23, bald and skinny as hell in contrast to the 10 year old butterball he captured.

"Mattaku- could you be any heavier?" he asked, dragging him. Jin then let him go and wipd the sweat from his brow in a motion that suggested frustration.

"Alright, that's it- you walk!" he yelled, hitting the poor little tub on the butt firmly with his katana handle.

"Hey hold it! Don't burn yourself out!" he yelled as the little boy ran in front of him.

"Come on, lets rest here," Jin said, tired, sitting down in the shade. He wiped the sweat from his head with the hem of his gi and squinted as he looked up at the little boy.

"So- do you have any idea what you're wanted for? I'd guess it's for eating too damn much," he commented, then laughed. The little boy just held in his tears.

"I'm sorry. but do you know?" he asked, as if the kid didn't.

"Nobody likes me!" he yelled, switching subjects and sitting down.

"I'm sorry- I like you," Jin said, with this eerie smile. Then he cracked up laughing.

"Who am I kidding?"

The little kid's bottom lip trembled.

"I'm sorry. But tell me."

The little boy covered his head with his arms as he sat with his knees bent.

"I got in trouble for kissing a girl," he said, wiping his tears.

"If I were her I'd put a bounty on your head for that to," he thought, but held it to a mere mental snap.

"Why?"

"Her mother doesn't like me cause I stole their food," he said, sniffling.

"Do you know even why you stole the food?"

He nodded.

"I was hungry."

Jin once again held his laughter back.

"Well maybe, the next time you're hungry, think about- a samurai sword."

"A samurai sword?"

"Yes. Wanna know why?"

The kid nodded.

"Because if you were my age and you tried that, you'd get one stuck right up your-" instead of actually verbalizing it, he just made the motion and whistled. the kid grimaced.

"Now, if I were really a mean guy, I'd keep you all locked up- but since you're a kid, I'll just take you home with me. That okay?"

The kid nodded.

"Alright. Let's head there," Jin said, standing up with the help of his sword and walking with the kid by his side home.

Jin entered, right with Keiko fighting Hiro, no gear but swords. They stopped when they saw the little kid enter.

"Who's tubby?" sen asked, sipping from his cup of warm sake.

"Everyone, Sammo, Sammo, everyone," he introduced.

"And what's he here for? Feild trip?" Hiro commented.

"No. He's wanted."

"Really? What for?" Keiko asked.

"Something stupid. Treat him nice though. I have to deliver him tommorrow. Hope he doesn't" Jin then motioned a throat being slit and Sammo looked up and his eyes widened, afraid.