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+S to Z › Samurai Champloo
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
6,135
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Don't own SAMURAI CHAMPLOO OR ITS CHARACTERS; don't make money from WRITING FANFIC ABOUT IT.
Don't Pass Out
Author's Note: Based on the prompt "Memories of Love" at Citrus-Taste.
Don't Pass Out
I'm drowsy, my head nodding. I love that feeling. I could wake myself and defend my life in an instant, thanks to a youth spent in a dojo, but drowsy is probably my favorite state of being. My belly is full of rice and my head is full of sake.
We've walked a long way this day, and I'm grateful we have come upon a kind soul who will put us up for the night in exchange for some labor in his fields in the morning. I hear his voice like a lullaby, deep and low, telling tales of love and adventure from his misspent youth. As I drift, I wonder if anyone's youth has not been misspent and whether any old man does not misremember both the best and the worst of his past. Mugen interrupts to compare stories of battle wounds, and Fuu sighs with obvious longing at the mention of romance.
As for me, I am young. I can boast of some adventure, but love? Not at all. I have neither desire enough to join in the discussion nor bravery enough to admit my failings. I raise my hooded gaze for a moment to see the sparkle in Fuu's eyes as she clasps her hands in wonder at the old man's mention of the beautiful maiden that got away. I cut over to Mugen, who is watching Fuu and licking his lips, no doubt in hopes that our sunflower girl will not provide fodder for a similar sad story in his future. Or perhaps he just wants another cup of sake so he'll care less this night.
He puts a hand to the side of his mouth and whispers to me. "Don't pass out. I'm gonna fuck you good tonight."
I nod, imperceptibly, and close my eyes again.
Don't Pass Out
I'm drowsy, my head nodding. I love that feeling. I could wake myself and defend my life in an instant, thanks to a youth spent in a dojo, but drowsy is probably my favorite state of being. My belly is full of rice and my head is full of sake.
We've walked a long way this day, and I'm grateful we have come upon a kind soul who will put us up for the night in exchange for some labor in his fields in the morning. I hear his voice like a lullaby, deep and low, telling tales of love and adventure from his misspent youth. As I drift, I wonder if anyone's youth has not been misspent and whether any old man does not misremember both the best and the worst of his past. Mugen interrupts to compare stories of battle wounds, and Fuu sighs with obvious longing at the mention of romance.
As for me, I am young. I can boast of some adventure, but love? Not at all. I have neither desire enough to join in the discussion nor bravery enough to admit my failings. I raise my hooded gaze for a moment to see the sparkle in Fuu's eyes as she clasps her hands in wonder at the old man's mention of the beautiful maiden that got away. I cut over to Mugen, who is watching Fuu and licking his lips, no doubt in hopes that our sunflower girl will not provide fodder for a similar sad story in his future. Or perhaps he just wants another cup of sake so he'll care less this night.
He puts a hand to the side of his mouth and whispers to me. "Don't pass out. I'm gonna fuck you good tonight."
I nod, imperceptibly, and close my eyes again.