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Adult +
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7
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2,814
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6
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Sake Bath
Mugen couldn’t help but feel his entire body twitch slightly when Fuu sat down across from him and next to Jin. Within seconds the waitress had already brought tea and sake to the table, causing Mugen to raise a brow. Jin had always been treated better than himself, but having waitresses cater to his every whim as soon as he walked through the door was pushing it. Of course the guy was getting married but still, Mugen wanted to smack someone upside the head in his own jealousy. He knew he was jealous of Jin, he just wasn’t going to admit that out loud any time soon. Mugen snatched up his cup of sake and took a big gulp after watching Fish face bring his own cup full of tea to his mouth.
“I’m so glad that I ran into you two!” Fuu was smiling that big happy smile and her voice practically chirped when she spoke. “Your wedding is giving me so many ideas for my wedding to Katsu!”
At that both men spit out their drinks and looked at her in shock.
Jin didn’t really know how to express the feeling that he was getting about little innocent Fuu getting married. Just the idea of her kissing a man seemed weird, let alone her participating in the wedding night. His already pale skin drained of any color it had and then it abruptly rushed back. Little innocent Fuu under a man, her kimono open, it wasn’t exactly a pleasant visual for Jin. He forced himself to compose his mind and took a sip of his tea, and then focused on swallowing which took a little longer than it usually did.
Mugen on the other hand knew exactly how to express what he was feeling. Left behind, though that wasn’t the feeling that was plastered on his face. In fact he was laughing. He could hardly breathe. Of course his mind had passed over the same thing Jin’s had but Mugen’s thoughts were very different. He was picturing Fuu nagging at the man she was marrying in the middle of sex. Yeah that would be like Fuu. She never could stop chatting, he doubted that she would do it then either.
Only a second later did his laughter stop, and quite abruptly. Fuu was getting married. Married! His chest twisted slightly. Thinking about her lying with some guy had started out as a joke, but the very sharp reality hit him as soon as the thought was finished. He felt sick, and a little hurt. He knew it didn’t make any sense but he still felt it. The image of Fuu standing on a porch with a baby in her arms and a man with no face standing beside her popped into Mugen’s head and he abruptly grabbed his cup of sake and downed it. A frown plastered across his face.
Fuu, who just watched them, sighed softly before resting her chin on the palm of her hand, her elbow propped up on the table. She should have expected that kind of reaction. This was Jin and Mugen she was talking about. She turned her head to look at Jin who was whipping his glasses clean of sake that Mugen had spewed everywhere, including her own kimono.
“What am I not allowed to get married or something? I mean most girls my age are already married with kids. It’s about time that I started a family.” Her face had only been red for a second or so in anger. It was something she had been working on, but she had a feeling being around Mugen would destroy all of the self control she might have gained over the past two years. His reaction had confused her. Jin’s had been what she expected. Embarrassment. Mugen’s on the other hand had kind of crept her out. The whole bursting into laughter, and then stopping as quickly as he started was weird. The dark ominous cloud hanging over his head wasn’t really helping either.
Jin looked over at Fuu and forced himself to smile. “Well congratulations. When is your wedding?” He was happy for her though in the end. It was probably a good thing. Jin looked over at Mugen out of the corner of his eye carefully. The guy looked like he was about to kill something, more specifically someone.
Fuu smiled at Jin. Well at least he was trying to be nice about it. The forced smile and the subtle twitch of his eye gave him away though. “My wedding is in two weeks. Katsu is the son of the woman that I work for. Our wedding is going to be in the tea house. It won’t be nearly as amazing as yours though.”
It was at this moment that Mugen decided to do something that he might later regret. Open his mouth and take out the abandoned feelings he was having on Fuu, in the form of an insult as usual. “To marry you this guy has to be fucked up in the head or he just can’t get any from anybody else.” Mugen’s voice was lazy, as if he was bored, but the tone he used was classic Mugen. It was the voice that he used when taunting people. Mugen didn’t get the reaction that he was expecting though. The reaction he wanted was for Fuu to get all red and puffed up before screaming at him. Instead, he was greeted with warm sake pouring over his head, soaking into his hair and clothes.
The instant Mugen had spoken those words Fuu had reacted. She felt hurt, in so many ways. She knew she should have expected that kind of reaction from Mugen, but it still hurt. She had had a crush on him for a lot of their trip together, and by the end of it she supposed that she had even loved him. He had almost died for her, and the scars on his cheek were testament to that. She had to be yelled at to get herself to leave him in that church. If she had stayed she could have been killed but she didn’t care, she didn’t want to see him hurt. And then she had cried over him when she found him half dead in the sand. She had nursed him back to health. And what did she get? He basically called her dirt. He said that no man would ever want to marry her unless there was something wrong with him. So in order to keep herself from crying, because that is what she really wanted to do right now, she picked up the jug of sake in front of him and poured it over his head. His facial expression was priceless. He looked shocked. Like he had never expected sweet little Fuu to actually do anything about it. Well he was sure as hell wrong. He didn’t even move other than to stare at her until she set the now empty jug back down on the table. His expression was enough for her.
Fuu turned back to Jin and bowed politely before standing up and walking out of the tea house and back into the full sized restaurant across the square, finally smirking as a string of curses floated out of the door behind her and into the open air.
“I’m so glad that I ran into you two!” Fuu was smiling that big happy smile and her voice practically chirped when she spoke. “Your wedding is giving me so many ideas for my wedding to Katsu!”
At that both men spit out their drinks and looked at her in shock.
Jin didn’t really know how to express the feeling that he was getting about little innocent Fuu getting married. Just the idea of her kissing a man seemed weird, let alone her participating in the wedding night. His already pale skin drained of any color it had and then it abruptly rushed back. Little innocent Fuu under a man, her kimono open, it wasn’t exactly a pleasant visual for Jin. He forced himself to compose his mind and took a sip of his tea, and then focused on swallowing which took a little longer than it usually did.
Mugen on the other hand knew exactly how to express what he was feeling. Left behind, though that wasn’t the feeling that was plastered on his face. In fact he was laughing. He could hardly breathe. Of course his mind had passed over the same thing Jin’s had but Mugen’s thoughts were very different. He was picturing Fuu nagging at the man she was marrying in the middle of sex. Yeah that would be like Fuu. She never could stop chatting, he doubted that she would do it then either.
Only a second later did his laughter stop, and quite abruptly. Fuu was getting married. Married! His chest twisted slightly. Thinking about her lying with some guy had started out as a joke, but the very sharp reality hit him as soon as the thought was finished. He felt sick, and a little hurt. He knew it didn’t make any sense but he still felt it. The image of Fuu standing on a porch with a baby in her arms and a man with no face standing beside her popped into Mugen’s head and he abruptly grabbed his cup of sake and downed it. A frown plastered across his face.
Fuu, who just watched them, sighed softly before resting her chin on the palm of her hand, her elbow propped up on the table. She should have expected that kind of reaction. This was Jin and Mugen she was talking about. She turned her head to look at Jin who was whipping his glasses clean of sake that Mugen had spewed everywhere, including her own kimono.
“What am I not allowed to get married or something? I mean most girls my age are already married with kids. It’s about time that I started a family.” Her face had only been red for a second or so in anger. It was something she had been working on, but she had a feeling being around Mugen would destroy all of the self control she might have gained over the past two years. His reaction had confused her. Jin’s had been what she expected. Embarrassment. Mugen’s on the other hand had kind of crept her out. The whole bursting into laughter, and then stopping as quickly as he started was weird. The dark ominous cloud hanging over his head wasn’t really helping either.
Jin looked over at Fuu and forced himself to smile. “Well congratulations. When is your wedding?” He was happy for her though in the end. It was probably a good thing. Jin looked over at Mugen out of the corner of his eye carefully. The guy looked like he was about to kill something, more specifically someone.
Fuu smiled at Jin. Well at least he was trying to be nice about it. The forced smile and the subtle twitch of his eye gave him away though. “My wedding is in two weeks. Katsu is the son of the woman that I work for. Our wedding is going to be in the tea house. It won’t be nearly as amazing as yours though.”
It was at this moment that Mugen decided to do something that he might later regret. Open his mouth and take out the abandoned feelings he was having on Fuu, in the form of an insult as usual. “To marry you this guy has to be fucked up in the head or he just can’t get any from anybody else.” Mugen’s voice was lazy, as if he was bored, but the tone he used was classic Mugen. It was the voice that he used when taunting people. Mugen didn’t get the reaction that he was expecting though. The reaction he wanted was for Fuu to get all red and puffed up before screaming at him. Instead, he was greeted with warm sake pouring over his head, soaking into his hair and clothes.
The instant Mugen had spoken those words Fuu had reacted. She felt hurt, in so many ways. She knew she should have expected that kind of reaction from Mugen, but it still hurt. She had had a crush on him for a lot of their trip together, and by the end of it she supposed that she had even loved him. He had almost died for her, and the scars on his cheek were testament to that. She had to be yelled at to get herself to leave him in that church. If she had stayed she could have been killed but she didn’t care, she didn’t want to see him hurt. And then she had cried over him when she found him half dead in the sand. She had nursed him back to health. And what did she get? He basically called her dirt. He said that no man would ever want to marry her unless there was something wrong with him. So in order to keep herself from crying, because that is what she really wanted to do right now, she picked up the jug of sake in front of him and poured it over his head. His facial expression was priceless. He looked shocked. Like he had never expected sweet little Fuu to actually do anything about it. Well he was sure as hell wrong. He didn’t even move other than to stare at her until she set the now empty jug back down on the table. His expression was enough for her.
Fuu turned back to Jin and bowed politely before standing up and walking out of the tea house and back into the full sized restaurant across the square, finally smirking as a string of curses floated out of the door behind her and into the open air.