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+S to Z › Samurai Champloo
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,582
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I am not the creator of Samurai Champloo, nor did I create Fuu, Mugen, Jin or anything else that is from the series, and I don't make any money from this, cross my heart hope to die.
Send the Pain Below
They sat around the fire that night drinking sake and filling each other in on their time spent apart. Fuu, having met up with Jin on his way back from saving Shino, was prattling on about what good ol’ four-eyes’d been up to. Mugen was surprised to find that her bright chatter didn’t annoy him as much as it used to. But despite her sake flushed cheeks and sunny smile he could tell she was quieter then she used to be. Just what had happened on that island? But he wouldn’t think about that. I’m full, I’ve got sake, and I’m about to get in bed with a tipsy broad. Not a bad night. But when they got in bed, Fuu turned her back to him decidedly and wished him sweet dreams. He had half a mind to go into some cheesy, “Let’s make a sweet dream now,” line, but thought better of it when he realized how tired he was. The futon, while not exactly smelling of roses was clean and soft underneath him and the pines swaying outside the doors made a pleasant background noise for sleep.
Fuu lay on her side, her eyes wide open wondering if he would try anything. She taken the fact that there was only one futon as a good omen, maybe he would… But she couldn’t let him, could she? She heard him begin to snore softly and her face fell. A mixture of relief and disappointment flooded her. If she was being honest, she wasn’t sure she could bear having even his hands on her. Not after- She blinked and rolled over carefully, trying not to wake him. With his face relaxed, he looked so happy. And younger, now that she noticed it. He looked only a little older than her. Unable to stop herself she touched a finger between his eyebrows. He’d have wrinkles there before he was thirty, the way his brow was always furrowed. She took her hand away to press the finger to her lips and looked down at herself. She was only wearing her under kimono and through the thin white cotton she realized her nipples were clearly visible. She frowned down at her breasts. Oh, Kami-sama, would it have messed up some far flung celestial plan if I’d had giant hooters?! They’d gotten bigger, now that she was 18, but they weren’t the huge tits Mugen seemed to like. She looked back at him and ran her fingertips along the tips of his hair. He was so dear to her. When Jin had sought her out to invite her to the wedding, mentioning that Mugen might be there, there was never a doubt in her mind whether she would go. She’d wanted so badly to see him. She tilted her head and looked down at his shoulders and the little bit of his chest that peaked out from above the blanket. It was surprising to her that he even went. He wasn’t the romantic type. She snorted. He probably came for the food. But then again, she’d been the one to feed him. And he would have had no idea beforehand it would happen. Maybe he came to see… But that was ridiculous. Sighing she laid back down upon the futon, this time curling up against his side. She would move before she fell asleep. But for now…
Mugen lay there in the dark, feeling her soft touches and the brief span of time she spent pressed against his side. He didn’t know which hurt worse; when she moved from his side or when she first settled there.
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The next day found them re-papering the mildewed shoji screens and after pausing for a snack of tea soaked rice they tackled the bath house. The roof had caved in at some point, but the giant bath itself was still whole, just filthy. After she sent a griping Mugen up onto the roof to fix it-though she suspected he was doing more pouting then carpentry-Fuu spent the morning scrubbing the dust caked wood that lined the metal cylander.
“What else do-ya need done in this hell hole?”
Fuu looked up and swiped an arm across her forehead, leaving a smear of grime against her pale skin. Mugen reached a hand out to wipe it away, then excused the motion by running his fingers through his wild hair.
“Actually… I can’t think of anything, except the roof. But we’ll have to wait for it to rain to see what needs done.”
She plopped the rag back into the bucket of murky water and stretched her stiff back eliciting a satisfying series of pops.
“UGH!! Dammit, don’t do that!”
Fuu looked at Mugen, confused. He had twisted up on himself at the sound of her cracking her back and had the most hilarious grimace on his face.
“What are you talking about Mugen? You crack your neck all the time!”
“Yeah, well it’s different when someone else is doin’ it. Can’t stand that fuckin’ noise.”
She giggled and continued her stretch, then got to her feet to empty the bucket.
“Don’t worry Mugen, I’ll respect your delicate feminine sensibilities.”
“Come back here and say that to my fuckin’ face, you bitch!”
She ignored him and walked out of the bath house. Mildly annoyed with herself, she was at a loss to understand why his childish behavior was so endearing to her. Without sparing him a second glance, she said in an almost conversational tone,
“I call first bath.”
“The Hell you do, you stupid cunt! I’d like to ya see beat me to it! As a matter a’ fact…”
She left him standing there raging, wondering just how long it would take him to remember that he didn’t even like baths that much to begin with.
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Fuu lay soaking in the hot water of the tub, the knowledge that this was HER tub in HER house blissful after so much time spent wandering. Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching the bath house.
“Mugen if you so much as touch that door SO. HELP. ME. GOD.”
The footsteps stopped instantly but then a familiar dry chuckle made its way through the vented door.
“What’re ya gonna do, princess? Throw your shoe at me again? You ain’t got any shoes in there, so the way I see it, I can grab you by the ugly face and throw you outta the bath I FIXED.”
“And I can grab you by the stubby dick and send a gift eunuch to the Emperor.”
She blushed a little at that, but at this point she figured the best strategy for Mugen was fighting fire with fire. And besides, she’d been having a nice bath before he stuck his nose into it.
“Besides, you only fixed the roof. Although, you’re welcome to spend the evening up there, should you choose.”
Mugen ignored this last bit and decided to concentrate on the dick comment.
“Unlike your claims to actually have tits on that board you call a chest; my dick is anything but stubby.”
His voice dropped to a low purr.
“You wanna see it?”
“Mugen, you pervert!”
“What of it?”
She sat there in the tub, pressing her knees together, trying to find the cutting remark that would make him shut up and leave her alone. But, really, she kind of did. She wanted to touch it, to see if the skin was as rough and calloused as the rest of him, or if it was smooth. She wanted to hear him hiss as she closed a hand around him and-
His hand sliding lewdly up her thigh, the other arm holding him to his chest. The fingers pushed roughly between her pussy lips, rubbing back and forth as she could only gasp and wrench her face as far away from the rotting breath issuing from his smug face as she could, then a shoulder slammed into her solar plexus and those rough hands yanked up her kimono and he-
She came out of it with a cry and lurched from the tub, arms violently shaking as she pulled the bathing robe around her in desperation.
Mugen looked up from where he leaned against the doorframe with a quiet sound of question. Is she hot for me after all? I was just trying to get her out of the bath but this… Before he could finish she shoved past him out of the bath house and retched into the bushes lining the walkway to the house. His eyes widened as he looked at her.
“Heh-hey! Kid! You all right?”
Fuu swallowed the bitter taste of bile in her mouth, and after a seconds hesitation looked up at him with a brilliant smile.
“I’m fine! Guess all this talk about your dick made me sick. You can have the bath now, I’m through.”
He looked at her, and in the split second before she turned her head from him he saw something in her eyes. Something he didn’t like.
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A/N so... i got one review so far, which this patented dumb ass deleted. i thought the button was there so i could review back to it... really should learn to read the writing on buttons before i launch a missile at cuba or bring about the next apocolypse... thanx any way coffee gyrl! i really appreciate the comment and came back on here to change it, i didn\'t realize but you were right, it was hard to read! thank you!
btw, it sux that creepy-one-eyed-giggler (can\'t recall the name) raped Fuu but that\'s what i think happened. after that scene you see them in the church and she\'s curled up on her side with her legs sticking out of her kimono while he\'s kneeling in front of her. that\'s what i think happened and while it sux great big donkey dong, eh. it gives her a denial and pain repressal platform that puts her on more of an equal footing with his lord schmexyness mugen.
so, anywho, i would love it if ya\'ll reading would leave me a review or two... and it really does make the writing process that more smooth and expidient... also assauges my infiriority complex... vocab practice for psyc aside, thanks for reading!
Peace! Anna
Fuu lay on her side, her eyes wide open wondering if he would try anything. She taken the fact that there was only one futon as a good omen, maybe he would… But she couldn’t let him, could she? She heard him begin to snore softly and her face fell. A mixture of relief and disappointment flooded her. If she was being honest, she wasn’t sure she could bear having even his hands on her. Not after- She blinked and rolled over carefully, trying not to wake him. With his face relaxed, he looked so happy. And younger, now that she noticed it. He looked only a little older than her. Unable to stop herself she touched a finger between his eyebrows. He’d have wrinkles there before he was thirty, the way his brow was always furrowed. She took her hand away to press the finger to her lips and looked down at herself. She was only wearing her under kimono and through the thin white cotton she realized her nipples were clearly visible. She frowned down at her breasts. Oh, Kami-sama, would it have messed up some far flung celestial plan if I’d had giant hooters?! They’d gotten bigger, now that she was 18, but they weren’t the huge tits Mugen seemed to like. She looked back at him and ran her fingertips along the tips of his hair. He was so dear to her. When Jin had sought her out to invite her to the wedding, mentioning that Mugen might be there, there was never a doubt in her mind whether she would go. She’d wanted so badly to see him. She tilted her head and looked down at his shoulders and the little bit of his chest that peaked out from above the blanket. It was surprising to her that he even went. He wasn’t the romantic type. She snorted. He probably came for the food. But then again, she’d been the one to feed him. And he would have had no idea beforehand it would happen. Maybe he came to see… But that was ridiculous. Sighing she laid back down upon the futon, this time curling up against his side. She would move before she fell asleep. But for now…
Mugen lay there in the dark, feeling her soft touches and the brief span of time she spent pressed against his side. He didn’t know which hurt worse; when she moved from his side or when she first settled there.
*****************************************************************
The next day found them re-papering the mildewed shoji screens and after pausing for a snack of tea soaked rice they tackled the bath house. The roof had caved in at some point, but the giant bath itself was still whole, just filthy. After she sent a griping Mugen up onto the roof to fix it-though she suspected he was doing more pouting then carpentry-Fuu spent the morning scrubbing the dust caked wood that lined the metal cylander.
“What else do-ya need done in this hell hole?”
Fuu looked up and swiped an arm across her forehead, leaving a smear of grime against her pale skin. Mugen reached a hand out to wipe it away, then excused the motion by running his fingers through his wild hair.
“Actually… I can’t think of anything, except the roof. But we’ll have to wait for it to rain to see what needs done.”
She plopped the rag back into the bucket of murky water and stretched her stiff back eliciting a satisfying series of pops.
“UGH!! Dammit, don’t do that!”
Fuu looked at Mugen, confused. He had twisted up on himself at the sound of her cracking her back and had the most hilarious grimace on his face.
“What are you talking about Mugen? You crack your neck all the time!”
“Yeah, well it’s different when someone else is doin’ it. Can’t stand that fuckin’ noise.”
She giggled and continued her stretch, then got to her feet to empty the bucket.
“Don’t worry Mugen, I’ll respect your delicate feminine sensibilities.”
“Come back here and say that to my fuckin’ face, you bitch!”
She ignored him and walked out of the bath house. Mildly annoyed with herself, she was at a loss to understand why his childish behavior was so endearing to her. Without sparing him a second glance, she said in an almost conversational tone,
“I call first bath.”
“The Hell you do, you stupid cunt! I’d like to ya see beat me to it! As a matter a’ fact…”
She left him standing there raging, wondering just how long it would take him to remember that he didn’t even like baths that much to begin with.
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Fuu lay soaking in the hot water of the tub, the knowledge that this was HER tub in HER house blissful after so much time spent wandering. Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching the bath house.
“Mugen if you so much as touch that door SO. HELP. ME. GOD.”
The footsteps stopped instantly but then a familiar dry chuckle made its way through the vented door.
“What’re ya gonna do, princess? Throw your shoe at me again? You ain’t got any shoes in there, so the way I see it, I can grab you by the ugly face and throw you outta the bath I FIXED.”
“And I can grab you by the stubby dick and send a gift eunuch to the Emperor.”
She blushed a little at that, but at this point she figured the best strategy for Mugen was fighting fire with fire. And besides, she’d been having a nice bath before he stuck his nose into it.
“Besides, you only fixed the roof. Although, you’re welcome to spend the evening up there, should you choose.”
Mugen ignored this last bit and decided to concentrate on the dick comment.
“Unlike your claims to actually have tits on that board you call a chest; my dick is anything but stubby.”
His voice dropped to a low purr.
“You wanna see it?”
“Mugen, you pervert!”
“What of it?”
She sat there in the tub, pressing her knees together, trying to find the cutting remark that would make him shut up and leave her alone. But, really, she kind of did. She wanted to touch it, to see if the skin was as rough and calloused as the rest of him, or if it was smooth. She wanted to hear him hiss as she closed a hand around him and-
His hand sliding lewdly up her thigh, the other arm holding him to his chest. The fingers pushed roughly between her pussy lips, rubbing back and forth as she could only gasp and wrench her face as far away from the rotting breath issuing from his smug face as she could, then a shoulder slammed into her solar plexus and those rough hands yanked up her kimono and he-
She came out of it with a cry and lurched from the tub, arms violently shaking as she pulled the bathing robe around her in desperation.
Mugen looked up from where he leaned against the doorframe with a quiet sound of question. Is she hot for me after all? I was just trying to get her out of the bath but this… Before he could finish she shoved past him out of the bath house and retched into the bushes lining the walkway to the house. His eyes widened as he looked at her.
“Heh-hey! Kid! You all right?”
Fuu swallowed the bitter taste of bile in her mouth, and after a seconds hesitation looked up at him with a brilliant smile.
“I’m fine! Guess all this talk about your dick made me sick. You can have the bath now, I’m through.”
He looked at her, and in the split second before she turned her head from him he saw something in her eyes. Something he didn’t like.
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A/N so... i got one review so far, which this patented dumb ass deleted. i thought the button was there so i could review back to it... really should learn to read the writing on buttons before i launch a missile at cuba or bring about the next apocolypse... thanx any way coffee gyrl! i really appreciate the comment and came back on here to change it, i didn\'t realize but you were right, it was hard to read! thank you!
btw, it sux that creepy-one-eyed-giggler (can\'t recall the name) raped Fuu but that\'s what i think happened. after that scene you see them in the church and she\'s curled up on her side with her legs sticking out of her kimono while he\'s kneeling in front of her. that\'s what i think happened and while it sux great big donkey dong, eh. it gives her a denial and pain repressal platform that puts her on more of an equal footing with his lord schmexyness mugen.
so, anywho, i would love it if ya\'ll reading would leave me a review or two... and it really does make the writing process that more smooth and expidient... also assauges my infiriority complex... vocab practice for psyc aside, thanks for reading!
Peace! Anna