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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
10,751
Reviews:
117
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Samurai Champloo, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
CHAPTER SEVEN - COOKIES AND FATE
Title:
NO REST FOR EXAMS
Author:
Samurai Champloo (c) geneon.
Summary:
Don't ask where the idea for this came from ^_^U It was partially wrote in an old
notebook, so I decided to resurrect it. Mostly wanted to use the characters in another
setting, until episode #16 airs.
Rating:
Flashback chapter
R - Yaoi, Shonen-ai, Language, Violence, NC.
Hinted prostitution.
Pairing(s):
NC OC/Mugen, OC/Mugen.
Characters:
Usual SC cast, plus a few OC's. AU/OOC.
Author's Notes:
So, prepare for mass AU/OOC after this point, but sweet, sweet Mugen/Jin action...Enjoy!
Disclaimer:
...I think we all know I don't own any of the characters...except the ones I made up...
________________________________________
NO REST FOR EXAMS
CHAPTER SEVEN - COOKIES AND FATE
((FLASHBACK))
“Hi there...” Yana said smiling. Whoever this guy was, he wanted to know.
“You looking for some fun?” The tan form asked, barely audible.
“Huh? I am, but...are you a prostitute?!”
“Nah, I’m standing out here selling cookies...yes. So you wanna buy or not? You’re
crowding my corner.”
Yana blinked a few times. He was coming home from work, when he seen the most
beautiful man in the world. Standing by the lightpost, staring blankly.
//I thought he was waiting on a cab...//
“How much?”
“$30 for mouth, $50 to score.”
“I see.”
Yana felt like he was losing his mind. Here he was talking to a street whore, discussing
prices.
//But...he’s so beautiful...and sad.//
“How about I give you $1000 and you let me take you home?”
The tan one gawked. “What?! You serious?!”
“Yes, I am.”
//God he’s hot...//
“Fine, but I’m armed. You try any psycho shit and I’ll slit your fucking throat.” Tan
features frowned angrily.
“Right...I promise, nothing like that.”
“You a narc? Cop?”
“Heh, no. C’mon, my apartment is a few blocks up.”
- - - - -
“Pretty big for an apartment...” The tanned one looked around awkwardly.
“It’s enough. I don’t need to be cluttered.” Yana smiled, taking his long black coat off.
“You want something to drink? Eat maybe?”
The disheveled form stared at the floor. “You’re paying a lot to talk, you don’t wanna get
it over with?”
Yana tried to absorb all of him, in the light. His hair was long and wavy, touching his hips.
Wild and untamed. Slender hips, legs and arms gave him a tall, whispy appearance. The
smooth color of his skin was like coffee or cinnamon. Yana felt compelled to be near this
ravaged beauty.
“Relax, it’s my dough, plus I haven’t ate since lunch. When’s the last time you ate?” The
blonde tried desperately to make conversation.
“...Tuesday.”
“Nani? It’s Saturday!”
“Look, I don’t need any fucking pity. Not all off us can waste $1000 on a whore.”
Yana frowned a little. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way...Please, will you have dinner
with me?”
“Whatever...” The unknown one shrugged, brushing his hair over his shoulder.
- - - - -
The prostitute sat at Yana’s kitchen table. A bevy of take out containers spread out. Before
the blonde could return with utensils, he stopped in the doorway. His guest was eating at
breakneck speed, with his hands.
“Uh, you might want to use these...” Yana spoke, setting down.
“Sh’orry...” The tan one looked away, mouth full.
“Heh, it’s okay. You gotta be starved.”
He eyed him carefully, then took the chopsticks, resuming his devouring. “You treat all
hookers like this?”
“Actually, you’re the first one I’ve ever met.”
“Oh...Well don’t expect me to pay you for this.”
“No charge of course.” Yana took a bite himself. “Would it be outta line to ask why you
are a, uh hooker?”
“Why the fuck do you care?” A split brow raised.
“Curiosity.”
//Maybe insanity...//
“Eh...I got stuck with a pimp. He lets me stay with him if I do what he wants. Money’s
good, better than sleeping in an alley.”
//That’s partially true.//
“I see.” Yana stared.
“You got a problem?” The tan one felt uncomfortable under the jade gaze.
“No. I’m just wondering how somehow as beautiful as you, could get stuck in that
situation.”
Now his guest stared, mouth open a little. No one had ever said anything like that to him
before. He wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Don’t waste your words on me, for $1000 you could have bought someone better.”
“I didn’t give you the money for sex...”
Tan features frowned. “So this is charity then?!”
“No.”
“Then what the fuck’s your deal? This ain’t a movie. Not some Pretty Woman bullshit.”
Yana laughed. “You’re sarcastic, I don’t know...I like you. I’m drawn to you.”
//Now I sound crazy.//
“I don’t need a stalker.”
//I should go, this guys a psycho...//
“No, but you need to get away from that pimp.”
//What?!//
“Yeah, right. Where the fuck would I go? I’m nothing...”
“You could stay here...and you are something, to me at least.” Yana looked away.
//What are you doing?!//
“Y-you’ve got to be kidding...why?” Shock was very obvious on his face.
“Fate?” Yana didn’t know either.
“Fine Mr. Psycho...I’ll tell you the truth. The pimp actually is an obsessive boyfriend...and
the money I make from this goes to pay for school...” He took a deep breath, visibly
regretting revealing it. “He doesn’t know that though. He thinks I blow it on drugs.”
“What is your name? I’m Yanagisawa Tendo.”
“Mugen. Mugen Ryutaka.”
“Mugen Ryutaka...This place is now your home. If any obsessive lovers or pimps want
you back, they answer to me...Got that?”
“I...” The tan one could not believe what was happening.
//This has to be a joke...or maybe he’s wanted by the law...?//
“Please, don’t say no...”
“Yanagisawa...How could I accept it? You don’t know me, I could be a thief, or a
murderer...I could have AIDS...”
“You would have done it already, plus you don’t need to steal if it’s your stuff too, ne?
AIDS doesn’t matter much...but you look too cute to be sick.”
A few hot tears began to drip from the tired caramel eyes. “T-this, can’t be happening...”
“Aww, don’t cry hun. It’s happening, I couldn’t live with myself it I let you walk out that
door.”
“No shit? You’ll keep Shu away from me?”
“Shu must be your boyfriend...yes, I will keep him away.”
The tan one covered his face with his hands. Shaking from the torrent of emotion
overtaking him.
//I can’t believe it...I’m gonna be free...//
Yana got up from his chair and knelt beside the trembling form.
“Shh...If you stay with me, I’ll make sure you never have to sell yourself
again....Something made me talk to you, something made me want to know you...Let’s
just try it for a while? ‘Kay babe?”
Mugen wiped his eyes frantically.
//He might just want to use you like Shu, but I don’t care. As long as I get away from that
maniac...//
Finally he nodded in agreement.
“Heh, good. It gets too lonely here anyway.”
- - - - -
END CHAPTER SEVEN
NO REST FOR EXAMS
Author:
Samurai Champloo (c) geneon.
Summary:
Don't ask where the idea for this came from ^_^U It was partially wrote in an old
notebook, so I decided to resurrect it. Mostly wanted to use the characters in another
setting, until episode #16 airs.
Rating:
Flashback chapter
R - Yaoi, Shonen-ai, Language, Violence, NC.
Hinted prostitution.
Pairing(s):
NC OC/Mugen, OC/Mugen.
Characters:
Usual SC cast, plus a few OC's. AU/OOC.
Author's Notes:
So, prepare for mass AU/OOC after this point, but sweet, sweet Mugen/Jin action...Enjoy!
Disclaimer:
...I think we all know I don't own any of the characters...except the ones I made up...
________________________________________
NO REST FOR EXAMS
CHAPTER SEVEN - COOKIES AND FATE
((FLASHBACK))
“Hi there...” Yana said smiling. Whoever this guy was, he wanted to know.
“You looking for some fun?” The tan form asked, barely audible.
“Huh? I am, but...are you a prostitute?!”
“Nah, I’m standing out here selling cookies...yes. So you wanna buy or not? You’re
crowding my corner.”
Yana blinked a few times. He was coming home from work, when he seen the most
beautiful man in the world. Standing by the lightpost, staring blankly.
//I thought he was waiting on a cab...//
“How much?”
“$30 for mouth, $50 to score.”
“I see.”
Yana felt like he was losing his mind. Here he was talking to a street whore, discussing
prices.
//But...he’s so beautiful...and sad.//
“How about I give you $1000 and you let me take you home?”
The tan one gawked. “What?! You serious?!”
“Yes, I am.”
//God he’s hot...//
“Fine, but I’m armed. You try any psycho shit and I’ll slit your fucking throat.” Tan
features frowned angrily.
“Right...I promise, nothing like that.”
“You a narc? Cop?”
“Heh, no. C’mon, my apartment is a few blocks up.”
- - - - -
“Pretty big for an apartment...” The tanned one looked around awkwardly.
“It’s enough. I don’t need to be cluttered.” Yana smiled, taking his long black coat off.
“You want something to drink? Eat maybe?”
The disheveled form stared at the floor. “You’re paying a lot to talk, you don’t wanna get
it over with?”
Yana tried to absorb all of him, in the light. His hair was long and wavy, touching his hips.
Wild and untamed. Slender hips, legs and arms gave him a tall, whispy appearance. The
smooth color of his skin was like coffee or cinnamon. Yana felt compelled to be near this
ravaged beauty.
“Relax, it’s my dough, plus I haven’t ate since lunch. When’s the last time you ate?” The
blonde tried desperately to make conversation.
“...Tuesday.”
“Nani? It’s Saturday!”
“Look, I don’t need any fucking pity. Not all off us can waste $1000 on a whore.”
Yana frowned a little. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way...Please, will you have dinner
with me?”
“Whatever...” The unknown one shrugged, brushing his hair over his shoulder.
- - - - -
The prostitute sat at Yana’s kitchen table. A bevy of take out containers spread out. Before
the blonde could return with utensils, he stopped in the doorway. His guest was eating at
breakneck speed, with his hands.
“Uh, you might want to use these...” Yana spoke, setting down.
“Sh’orry...” The tan one looked away, mouth full.
“Heh, it’s okay. You gotta be starved.”
He eyed him carefully, then took the chopsticks, resuming his devouring. “You treat all
hookers like this?”
“Actually, you’re the first one I’ve ever met.”
“Oh...Well don’t expect me to pay you for this.”
“No charge of course.” Yana took a bite himself. “Would it be outta line to ask why you
are a, uh hooker?”
“Why the fuck do you care?” A split brow raised.
“Curiosity.”
//Maybe insanity...//
“Eh...I got stuck with a pimp. He lets me stay with him if I do what he wants. Money’s
good, better than sleeping in an alley.”
//That’s partially true.//
“I see.” Yana stared.
“You got a problem?” The tan one felt uncomfortable under the jade gaze.
“No. I’m just wondering how somehow as beautiful as you, could get stuck in that
situation.”
Now his guest stared, mouth open a little. No one had ever said anything like that to him
before. He wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Don’t waste your words on me, for $1000 you could have bought someone better.”
“I didn’t give you the money for sex...”
Tan features frowned. “So this is charity then?!”
“No.”
“Then what the fuck’s your deal? This ain’t a movie. Not some Pretty Woman bullshit.”
Yana laughed. “You’re sarcastic, I don’t know...I like you. I’m drawn to you.”
//Now I sound crazy.//
“I don’t need a stalker.”
//I should go, this guys a psycho...//
“No, but you need to get away from that pimp.”
//What?!//
“Yeah, right. Where the fuck would I go? I’m nothing...”
“You could stay here...and you are something, to me at least.” Yana looked away.
//What are you doing?!//
“Y-you’ve got to be kidding...why?” Shock was very obvious on his face.
“Fate?” Yana didn’t know either.
“Fine Mr. Psycho...I’ll tell you the truth. The pimp actually is an obsessive boyfriend...and
the money I make from this goes to pay for school...” He took a deep breath, visibly
regretting revealing it. “He doesn’t know that though. He thinks I blow it on drugs.”
“What is your name? I’m Yanagisawa Tendo.”
“Mugen. Mugen Ryutaka.”
“Mugen Ryutaka...This place is now your home. If any obsessive lovers or pimps want
you back, they answer to me...Got that?”
“I...” The tan one could not believe what was happening.
//This has to be a joke...or maybe he’s wanted by the law...?//
“Please, don’t say no...”
“Yanagisawa...How could I accept it? You don’t know me, I could be a thief, or a
murderer...I could have AIDS...”
“You would have done it already, plus you don’t need to steal if it’s your stuff too, ne?
AIDS doesn’t matter much...but you look too cute to be sick.”
A few hot tears began to drip from the tired caramel eyes. “T-this, can’t be happening...”
“Aww, don’t cry hun. It’s happening, I couldn’t live with myself it I let you walk out that
door.”
“No shit? You’ll keep Shu away from me?”
“Shu must be your boyfriend...yes, I will keep him away.”
The tan one covered his face with his hands. Shaking from the torrent of emotion
overtaking him.
//I can’t believe it...I’m gonna be free...//
Yana got up from his chair and knelt beside the trembling form.
“Shh...If you stay with me, I’ll make sure you never have to sell yourself
again....Something made me talk to you, something made me want to know you...Let’s
just try it for a while? ‘Kay babe?”
Mugen wiped his eyes frantically.
//He might just want to use you like Shu, but I don’t care. As long as I get away from that
maniac...//
Finally he nodded in agreement.
“Heh, good. It gets too lonely here anyway.”
- - - - -
END CHAPTER SEVEN