Samurai Champloo|Mugen/Fuu|Pride
Author: lalagirl208
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Characters/Pairing: Mugen/Fuu
Prompt: Pride
Word Count: 297
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own Samurai Champloo.
Author's Notes: It's been a while since I updated my table... and quite a short update this time too. X_x err.. anyway, this is another Mugen-centric ficlet... hope you guys like it. ^^
Pride (or something like it)
He was never one to dislike himself. If anything, he loved himself. He loved the way his mere presence was an affront to anyone and everyone who considered themselves proper (and therefore better than him… or so society dictated… but what did society know, anyway?). He loved how his sword could make those same people cower and maybe even piss on their pants for good measure. He loved the way he seemed to spoil and stain everything around him - like a plague, only better because he could actually kill people faster and more effectively, and with as much or as little gore as he wanted.
What he was today was the product of years of survival, a life where he had fought for every single stinking minute. And he was proud, he was damn proud. Surviving never was easy, after all. More people ended up dead than one would expect. Why, take himself for example. Everyone he knew personally were dead, killed either by others or by his own hand (except Jin and Fuu, he guessed. But it didn't matter. It would boil down to 'only Fuu' once he finished with Jin. And he didn't think Fuu could survive in the world, anyway, what with her dimwitted tendency to attract trouble). It didn’t matter which hand it was that killed them, or how, or why. It never mattered, as long as he came out alive.
He was proud of that too - how he never cared if anyone lived or died, as long as he himself was doing just dandy.
He didn’t really have anything to live for - just the adrenaline rush he got whenever he fought. He had some great moves too. He was a damn great fighter - and he was proud of that.
The list of things he was proud of stopped there.
But that twinge he felt when she thanked him for saving her (albeit a bit grudgingly) - it was weird… he’d say it was unfamiliar, but it wasn’t… it felt an awful lot like pride.