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+S to Z › Samurai Champloo
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
6,134
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Don't own SAMURAI CHAMPLOO OR ITS CHARACTERS; don't make money from WRITING FANFIC ABOUT IT.
Stop Looking Up Her Kimono
Author's Note: This fic is inspired by a Japanese folktale about a little girl and the toothpicks she leaves lying on her floor. A version can be found at: www.jappannippon.com/fairytales/toothpick.htm . I have NO idea if this is a bona fide Japanese tale or not, but it inspired me. It's also, like the others, based on a prompt, in this case "My Fairytale" at Citrus-Taste.
Stop Looking Up Her Kimono
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Fuu. Her favorite pastime was eating. From rice to noodles and from pork to eel, she would eat as much as her slender body could hold when given opportunity. Sometimes she would gobble down so much that she would expand, ballooning to twice her size so that one could not be sure if it was really Fuu anymore at all. On more than one occasion her appetite allowed her to escape harm by not being recognized.
Because of her love for food, Fuu also developed a love of toothpicks. She always carried a supply of the tiny wooden sticks, and could often be found secretly picking her teeth for the bits of fish or rice stuck there. And this led to a further habit: when Fuu finished her meal and finished her picking, she would drop the tiny slivers of wood onto the floor beside her sleeping mat.
One night, she awoke to the sound of two wee voices, uttering tiny battle cries. She looked around the moonlit room until at last she saw the source: two miniscule warriors were fighting each other with her toothpicks.
"Ignorant vagrant! Stop looking up her kimono, Mugen!" said the first miniature warrior.
"Uptight virgin!" cried the second. "Whose to say she wouldn't like it?"
Fuu's mouth dropped open at the sight and sound of their carrying on. What on earth were they talking about? Would they hurt one another? Would they hurt her? She leaned down and plucked the little toothpicks from their hands at once. "Stop it!" she cried.
Both little warriors stared up at the giant girl. The second one bowed and assured her he was only defending her honor while the first one snickered his tiny high snicker.
Fuu yawned, for it was the middle of the night, and put the toothpicks carefully under her sleeping mat. When she turned back, the little men were gone. She rubbed her eyes. Perhaps she had dreamed them. Sleeping on a big meal sometimes brought strange dreams, to be sure. With a shake of her pretty head, she lay back down and returned to her slumber.
As she slept, however, the little warriors returned to her side.
"C'mon, Jin, ya wimp. I'm goin' in," the first one said, "and you ain't got the balls—or the toothpick—to stop me!"
The second one rolled his teensy eyes heavenward. "Oh all right, you damn pervert. You're not getting any if I don't."
And with that, they both slipped in side her kimono and gave Fuu such beautiful and stimulating dreams that by morning she forgot all about the little toothpick-wielding warriors and began to ponder the appeal of more grown-up pastimes than eating rice and picking her teeth.
Stop Looking Up Her Kimono
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Fuu. Her favorite pastime was eating. From rice to noodles and from pork to eel, she would eat as much as her slender body could hold when given opportunity. Sometimes she would gobble down so much that she would expand, ballooning to twice her size so that one could not be sure if it was really Fuu anymore at all. On more than one occasion her appetite allowed her to escape harm by not being recognized.
Because of her love for food, Fuu also developed a love of toothpicks. She always carried a supply of the tiny wooden sticks, and could often be found secretly picking her teeth for the bits of fish or rice stuck there. And this led to a further habit: when Fuu finished her meal and finished her picking, she would drop the tiny slivers of wood onto the floor beside her sleeping mat.
One night, she awoke to the sound of two wee voices, uttering tiny battle cries. She looked around the moonlit room until at last she saw the source: two miniscule warriors were fighting each other with her toothpicks.
"Ignorant vagrant! Stop looking up her kimono, Mugen!" said the first miniature warrior.
"Uptight virgin!" cried the second. "Whose to say she wouldn't like it?"
Fuu's mouth dropped open at the sight and sound of their carrying on. What on earth were they talking about? Would they hurt one another? Would they hurt her? She leaned down and plucked the little toothpicks from their hands at once. "Stop it!" she cried.
Both little warriors stared up at the giant girl. The second one bowed and assured her he was only defending her honor while the first one snickered his tiny high snicker.
Fuu yawned, for it was the middle of the night, and put the toothpicks carefully under her sleeping mat. When she turned back, the little men were gone. She rubbed her eyes. Perhaps she had dreamed them. Sleeping on a big meal sometimes brought strange dreams, to be sure. With a shake of her pretty head, she lay back down and returned to her slumber.
As she slept, however, the little warriors returned to her side.
"C'mon, Jin, ya wimp. I'm goin' in," the first one said, "and you ain't got the balls—or the toothpick—to stop me!"
The second one rolled his teensy eyes heavenward. "Oh all right, you damn pervert. You're not getting any if I don't."
And with that, they both slipped in side her kimono and gave Fuu such beautiful and stimulating dreams that by morning she forgot all about the little toothpick-wielding warriors and began to ponder the appeal of more grown-up pastimes than eating rice and picking her teeth.