Samurai Champloo | Mugen/Fuu | Envy
Author: lalagirl208
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Characters/Pairing: Mugen/Fuu
Prompt: Envy
Word Count: 395
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own Samurai Champloo.
Author’s Notes: Ah, second to the last prompt. XD But, actually, this is my last work for the Mugen/Fuu Seven Deadly Sins Table. Lol. I’ve asked a nice friend of mine to guest-write at my table for the lust prompt. XD Trust me, it’ll be way better than anything I can dish out. Especially since I’m prudish and anything I write for the lust prompt will probably be... well... prudish too. So yeah, erm, hope you like this one. ♥
Anyway, about the story… this is set during the time when Mugen saw Fuu and Jin hugging. It is told in his POV and I am assuming that he did not hear their conversation, and thus did not hear Fuu interrupt what could’ve been a confession from Jin by saying Mugen’s name. :D *sigh* I love that scene. XD Hope I did it justice with this piece. And I really really hope you guys like it. ^_^
Envy - An Epilogue to Emptiness
Life, to Mugen, is just a string of moments, one following after another. These moments are not necessarily imbued with any sense or any significance. They simply happen; and when they do, he hardly gives them any thought. When they’re done, all Mugen does is to wait for the next one, and then the next, and then the next.
This kind of outlook allows him to live a totally carefree life. This kind of outlook allows him to have a semblance of normalcy. This kind of outlook allows him to be happy, or at least have as much happiness as a life like his can allow.
So, when he finds himself facing a moment that makes so much sense - because of course Fuu would like prim and proper Jin a lot more than him - and has so much significance - so where does that leave him, the mangy dog? - he finds himself overwhelmed to the point of numbness - all sensation knocked out of him by the bitter slap of reality.
Through half-lidded eyes, Mugen watches as a tearful Fuu encloses Jin in a chaste but strangely intimate hug. The latter merely reciprocates this by placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. But for a stoic man like Jin, the action spoke volumes. And Mugen cannot find it in him to summon a shield of ignorant delusion.
It is a moment that Mugen will never, not in the times to come, and not even on his last hour, forget.
Because, to him, it is his moment of defeat.
There may not have been an epic conclusive clash of swords between him and the samurai, not a drop of blood drawn. But to Mugen, Jin is as good as victorious.
He does not know why this is so. Mugen knows that Fuu is certainly no prize. Violent, gluttonous, unladylike Fuu is not a trophy. She is - a traitorous voice in his head tells him - more, much more, than that. She is youth, compassion, innocence, salvation, redemption, sunlight, and sunflowers… and now, she is Jin’s.
Defeated, Mugen feels like he is emptied of everything, even air.
It is only later, when they once again set out on their journey and he finds himself staring at the back of the stern samurai, that the void inside him is filled with a burning hatred that he is far too ashamed to show.
Fin.
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Characters/Pairing: Mugen/Fuu
Prompt: Envy
Word Count: 395
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own Samurai Champloo.
Author’s Notes: Ah, second to the last prompt. XD But, actually, this is my last work for the Mugen/Fuu Seven Deadly Sins Table. Lol. I’ve asked a nice friend of mine to guest-write at my table for the lust prompt. XD Trust me, it’ll be way better than anything I can dish out. Especially since I’m prudish and anything I write for the lust prompt will probably be... well... prudish too. So yeah, erm, hope you like this one. ♥
Anyway, about the story… this is set during the time when Mugen saw Fuu and Jin hugging. It is told in his POV and I am assuming that he did not hear their conversation, and thus did not hear Fuu interrupt what could’ve been a confession from Jin by saying Mugen’s name. :D *sigh* I love that scene. XD Hope I did it justice with this piece. And I really really hope you guys like it. ^_^
Envy - An Epilogue to Emptiness
Life, to Mugen, is just a string of moments, one following after another. These moments are not necessarily imbued with any sense or any significance. They simply happen; and when they do, he hardly gives them any thought. When they’re done, all Mugen does is to wait for the next one, and then the next, and then the next.
This kind of outlook allows him to live a totally carefree life. This kind of outlook allows him to have a semblance of normalcy. This kind of outlook allows him to be happy, or at least have as much happiness as a life like his can allow.
So, when he finds himself facing a moment that makes so much sense - because of course Fuu would like prim and proper Jin a lot more than him - and has so much significance - so where does that leave him, the mangy dog? - he finds himself overwhelmed to the point of numbness - all sensation knocked out of him by the bitter slap of reality.
Through half-lidded eyes, Mugen watches as a tearful Fuu encloses Jin in a chaste but strangely intimate hug. The latter merely reciprocates this by placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. But for a stoic man like Jin, the action spoke volumes. And Mugen cannot find it in him to summon a shield of ignorant delusion.
It is a moment that Mugen will never, not in the times to come, and not even on his last hour, forget.
Because, to him, it is his moment of defeat.
There may not have been an epic conclusive clash of swords between him and the samurai, not a drop of blood drawn. But to Mugen, Jin is as good as victorious.
He does not know why this is so. Mugen knows that Fuu is certainly no prize. Violent, gluttonous, unladylike Fuu is not a trophy. She is - a traitorous voice in his head tells him - more, much more, than that. She is youth, compassion, innocence, salvation, redemption, sunlight, and sunflowers… and now, she is Jin’s.
Defeated, Mugen feels like he is emptied of everything, even air.
It is only later, when they once again set out on their journey and he finds himself staring at the back of the stern samurai, that the void inside him is filled with a burning hatred that he is far too ashamed to show.
Fin.