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+S to Z › Samurai Champloo
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
6,138
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Don't own SAMURAI CHAMPLOO OR ITS CHARACTERS; don't make money from WRITING FANFIC ABOUT IT.
You're Disgusting
Author's Note: Based on the prompt "Play House."
You're Disgusting
As the full moon rose high on a cloudless night, the rumbling of the trio's empty bellies startled a few crows from their roost, their flapping and cawing rousing Fuu from a fitful half-slumber.
"It's too hard to sleep when I'm this hungry," she whined.
"Stop trying to fall asleep then, dummy," Mugen snapped.
Jin remained silent (except for the ongoing complaint of his stomach, which annoyed him no more or less than his bickering companions).
"But it's late and I should be sleeping," Fuu whined.
"Eat some more grass, then," Mugen replied, never one to know (thought Jin) when to just shut up.
Fuu, also a creature of more than necessary words (according to Jin's perspective), continued the non-conversation: "I think that's what's making me sickest of all."
"How about a beetle?" Mugen offered, grinning widely and holding up the wriggling stag he'd been toying with for the past half hour, letting it crawl up and down his arm and erecting little obstacles with twigs and leaves for it to walk over and under.
"You're disgusting," Fuu concluded with a grimace.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Mugen taunted, reaching a hand to squeeze his genitals.
Jin cleared his throat. Without shifting position nor even lifting his head, he spoke with quiet authority: "Why don't we play a game."
Fuu and Mugen cocked their heads simultaneously, looked at one another, and then at Jin. "A what?" Mugen spat.
"Oh yes," Fuu gushed. Her companions were generally sullen (Jin) or rude (Mugen), so a suggestion like this was most welcome! "What shall we play? What about a guessing game?"
Jin silenced her with a raise of his hand. "I'm thinking of a different game," he said, with strange seriousness. "Let's see who can be quiet the longest."
Mugen snorted.
Fuu pouted. "Hey, why don't we play house!"
"What?" Mugen barked.
Fuu clapped her hands. "Yes, yes! Like I'm the Mother and Jin, you be the Father…and…and what will Mugen be?"
Jin rolled his eyes, even as visions of holding Fuu in his arms as a cosy bedwarmer danced before him.
Mugen chuckled and crawled on all-fours over to Fuu and began to hike her kimono with his nose.
"Mugen! What are you doing?" squeaked Fuu, arms in the air as if she was being climbed by the beetle he'd been holding.
Jin's eyes widened.
Mugen continued to push upwards, sniffing and making soft little whining noises as he went, until Fuu's garment was high on her thighs. With the element of surprise in his favor, he quickly straddled her leg and began to hump.
Jin groaned. "Oh gods. He's the family dog."
You're Disgusting
As the full moon rose high on a cloudless night, the rumbling of the trio's empty bellies startled a few crows from their roost, their flapping and cawing rousing Fuu from a fitful half-slumber.
"It's too hard to sleep when I'm this hungry," she whined.
"Stop trying to fall asleep then, dummy," Mugen snapped.
Jin remained silent (except for the ongoing complaint of his stomach, which annoyed him no more or less than his bickering companions).
"But it's late and I should be sleeping," Fuu whined.
"Eat some more grass, then," Mugen replied, never one to know (thought Jin) when to just shut up.
Fuu, also a creature of more than necessary words (according to Jin's perspective), continued the non-conversation: "I think that's what's making me sickest of all."
"How about a beetle?" Mugen offered, grinning widely and holding up the wriggling stag he'd been toying with for the past half hour, letting it crawl up and down his arm and erecting little obstacles with twigs and leaves for it to walk over and under.
"You're disgusting," Fuu concluded with a grimace.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Mugen taunted, reaching a hand to squeeze his genitals.
Jin cleared his throat. Without shifting position nor even lifting his head, he spoke with quiet authority: "Why don't we play a game."
Fuu and Mugen cocked their heads simultaneously, looked at one another, and then at Jin. "A what?" Mugen spat.
"Oh yes," Fuu gushed. Her companions were generally sullen (Jin) or rude (Mugen), so a suggestion like this was most welcome! "What shall we play? What about a guessing game?"
Jin silenced her with a raise of his hand. "I'm thinking of a different game," he said, with strange seriousness. "Let's see who can be quiet the longest."
Mugen snorted.
Fuu pouted. "Hey, why don't we play house!"
"What?" Mugen barked.
Fuu clapped her hands. "Yes, yes! Like I'm the Mother and Jin, you be the Father…and…and what will Mugen be?"
Jin rolled his eyes, even as visions of holding Fuu in his arms as a cosy bedwarmer danced before him.
Mugen chuckled and crawled on all-fours over to Fuu and began to hike her kimono with his nose.
"Mugen! What are you doing?" squeaked Fuu, arms in the air as if she was being climbed by the beetle he'd been holding.
Jin's eyes widened.
Mugen continued to push upwards, sniffing and making soft little whining noises as he went, until Fuu's garment was high on her thighs. With the element of surprise in his favor, he quickly straddled her leg and began to hump.
Jin groaned. "Oh gods. He's the family dog."