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+S to Z › Samurai Champloo
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
6,142
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.
Enjoy the Show?
Author's Note: Fuu the voyeur for citrus_taste's "Can't Stop Watching You" prompt. Third-person present tense perspective; not sure how well it works with a somewhat intrusive narrator...
Enjoy the Show?
Fuu's empty belly wakes her early. The sun is just thinking about rising. Mugen is snoring in a corner, sleeping in one of his usual bizarre positions, arms spread wide and legs splayed, one looking like it's trying to climb the wall of the broken-down shrine in which we took refuge from the overnight rain. Jin doesn't snore. Fuu looks to the corner where Jin was sitting when she went to sleep, but he's not there. Probably got up to pee.
She gets up, yawning, and wishes she had something to eat. Anything. And a bath. Maybe there are some berries or mushrooms out in the little forest behind the shrine? It's fresh now, cool and clean. Who knows, today could be the day when she learns something new about her father. Everyday could be the day.
Then she sees Jin. Not too far in the distance, stretching and lunging in slow motion. It's like dancing. Except that he's naked. Totally naked. She opens her mouth then closes it again. She turns toward the shrine and thinks about waking Mugen, but can't think of a good reason to do so. She turns back. Jin is balanced on one leg now, arms overhead, the sun rising behind him. His long black hair is wet and hangs down behind him. His body glistens; he must have bathed somewhere near already. Fuu swallows and approaches.
She crouches behind some bushes, close enough now to see that his eyes are closed. She hears his breathing, deep and even. He takes a warrior's pose, one knee bent, the other extended behind, arms forward then overhead. She didn't know Jin was beautiful until this moment.
When he arches his back, she can see his private parts. They dangle free, soft. They look vulnerable. Fuu has never looked at a man this way before. She turns away when they pee or when Mugen plays with himself at night, hand down his pants. She may be curious, but Mugen is not the type to ask questions of…not those kind of questions. And Jin never does what Mugen does in the night. At least she doesn't think he does.
After watching five or six poses, Jin stops and reaches down to pick up his clothes. Fuu startles and runs back to the shrine. How long was she watching? She's blushing head to toe even though she is certain Jin didn't see her. More than anything, she feels an overwhelming urge to thank him. But that's stupid.
Back at the shrine, Mugen is awake, scratching his ass with one hand and his scalp with the other. He grins. "Enjoy the show?" he asks with a wink.
Fuu's empty belly wakes her early. The sun is just thinking about rising. Mugen is snoring in a corner, sleeping in one of his usual bizarre positions, arms spread wide and legs splayed, one looking like it's trying to climb the wall of the broken-down shrine in which we took refuge from the overnight rain. Jin doesn't snore. Fuu looks to the corner where Jin was sitting when she went to sleep, but he's not there. Probably got up to pee.
She gets up, yawning, and wishes she had something to eat. Anything. And a bath. Maybe there are some berries or mushrooms out in the little forest behind the shrine? It's fresh now, cool and clean. Who knows, today could be the day when she learns something new about her father. Everyday could be the day.
Then she sees Jin. Not too far in the distance, stretching and lunging in slow motion. It's like dancing. Except that he's naked. Totally naked. She opens her mouth then closes it again. She turns toward the shrine and thinks about waking Mugen, but can't think of a good reason to do so. She turns back. Jin is balanced on one leg now, arms overhead, the sun rising behind him. His long black hair is wet and hangs down behind him. His body glistens; he must have bathed somewhere near already. Fuu swallows and approaches.
She crouches behind some bushes, close enough now to see that his eyes are closed. She hears his breathing, deep and even. He takes a warrior's pose, one knee bent, the other extended behind, arms forward then overhead. She didn't know Jin was beautiful until this moment.
When he arches his back, she can see his private parts. They dangle free, soft. They look vulnerable. Fuu has never looked at a man this way before. She turns away when they pee or when Mugen plays with himself at night, hand down his pants. She may be curious, but Mugen is not the type to ask questions of…not those kind of questions. And Jin never does what Mugen does in the night. At least she doesn't think he does.
After watching five or six poses, Jin stops and reaches down to pick up his clothes. Fuu startles and runs back to the shrine. How long was she watching? She's blushing head to toe even though she is certain Jin didn't see her. More than anything, she feels an overwhelming urge to thank him. But that's stupid.
Back at the shrine, Mugen is awake, scratching his ass with one hand and his scalp with the other. He grins. "Enjoy the show?" he asks with a wink.