Samurai Champloo | Mugen/Fuu | Where He Wasn't Looking
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Title: Where He Wasn't Looking
Characters: Fuu, Mugen
Pairings: Mugen/Fuu
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 697
Summary: Mugen and Fuu meet again.
Notes/Warnings: "Haunted" for my 10_prompts claim.
He hadn't expected to see her working outside a swordsmith's shop - but then, she had a rather annoying habit of turning up where he wasn't looking for her.
"The universe just won't let me get ridda you, will it?" was the first thing he said to her, smirking as he did so.
"Good to see you, too, Mugen," she responded sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she looked up at him.
"I didn't even know they let girls work in places like this."
She only shrugged, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow. "The owner thinks I'm cute."
"Ya ain't bangin' him, are ya?" he asked, crossing his arms as she met his gaze. "Not that I'd care if ya were."
"Ugh!" she exclaimed. "You're so disgusting sometimes!"
"So...ya feel like buyin' me somethin' to eat?"
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"So how come yer workin' there and not in a place like this?" he asked, lazily sipping his drink as he gestured around the teahouse.
"I thought it was time for a change," she responded wistfully, fingering the tanto in her lap.
"An' ya couldn't get me outta yer head, couldja?" he cajoled, giving her a toothy grin. "Can't say I blame ya, I'm pretty unforgettable."
Fuu stared at him flatly. "How can such a complete loser be so full of himself?" Mugen simply stuck his tongue out at her before cramming his mouth full of food.
They ate in a companionable silence. After a while, he got the feeling that she was trying to say something, but wasn't quite sure that she should. He ignored her, pretending not to notice as he ate the last of the food.
She really must have had something on her mind, because she made no objection.
She sighed next to him. "I really did miss you, Mugen," she said sincerely, and so quietly that he wasn't so sure she'd said it at all. He paused, holding a piece of squid mid-way between his mouth and the bowl in front of him. He wasn't sure how to respond to her statement, so he remained silent, resting his hands on the table.
He stiffened in surprise when she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. She reached up, taking hold of the hand closest to her.
"Did you miss me, even a little?"
Suddenly, he found it incredibly hard to speak. She took his silence as his answer.
"I guess not. You wouldn't, would you?" she asked sadly. He could feel her smile against his shoulder, even though he could tell from her voice that she was crying.
"Fuu..." he managed finally, not being able to explain to himself why her tears were affecting him so.
"Don't, Mugen," she interrupted, and he thought that she sounded so much more grown-up than when he'd left her. "It's enough that you're here now, even if you will be gone by tomorrow."
"Like hell I will," he responded, suddenly finding his voice, and she pulled her head from his shoulder to look at him questioningly. "I just got a free meal!"
She threw her head back and laughed; a real, genuine laugh, one he hadn't heard in quite some time. He was proud to have been the cause of it.
"Same old Mugen," she said, smiling at him; he felt for all the world like he was special, to be smiled at like that - and by someone like Fuu. She sighed happily, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek - which he thought might have been a little too mushy for him, but he found he didn't mind it so much.
"It's good to have you back, Mugen."
Mugen was about to respond that she didn't "have" him when he felt something hit his leg rather hard.
"The hell?" he said, blinking as sunlight suddenly blinded him - which he found odd, considering he was sitting in a teahouse. He looked beside him, only to discover that he wasn't in a teahouse at all, and Fuu was nowhere to be seen.
"Oi, you can't sleep here, pirate. Get moving."
Mugen waited until the man retreated before sighing to himself. Every goddamn night this month.
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A/N: Wow, I feel kind of awful for doing that to Mugen.
Title: Where He Wasn't Looking
Characters: Fuu, Mugen
Pairings: Mugen/Fuu
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 697
Summary: Mugen and Fuu meet again.
Notes/Warnings: "Haunted" for my 10_prompts claim.
He hadn't expected to see her working outside a swordsmith's shop - but then, she had a rather annoying habit of turning up where he wasn't looking for her.
"The universe just won't let me get ridda you, will it?" was the first thing he said to her, smirking as he did so.
"Good to see you, too, Mugen," she responded sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she looked up at him.
"I didn't even know they let girls work in places like this."
She only shrugged, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow. "The owner thinks I'm cute."
"Ya ain't bangin' him, are ya?" he asked, crossing his arms as she met his gaze. "Not that I'd care if ya were."
"Ugh!" she exclaimed. "You're so disgusting sometimes!"
"So...ya feel like buyin' me somethin' to eat?"
---
"So how come yer workin' there and not in a place like this?" he asked, lazily sipping his drink as he gestured around the teahouse.
"I thought it was time for a change," she responded wistfully, fingering the tanto in her lap.
"An' ya couldn't get me outta yer head, couldja?" he cajoled, giving her a toothy grin. "Can't say I blame ya, I'm pretty unforgettable."
Fuu stared at him flatly. "How can such a complete loser be so full of himself?" Mugen simply stuck his tongue out at her before cramming his mouth full of food.
They ate in a companionable silence. After a while, he got the feeling that she was trying to say something, but wasn't quite sure that she should. He ignored her, pretending not to notice as he ate the last of the food.
She really must have had something on her mind, because she made no objection.
She sighed next to him. "I really did miss you, Mugen," she said sincerely, and so quietly that he wasn't so sure she'd said it at all. He paused, holding a piece of squid mid-way between his mouth and the bowl in front of him. He wasn't sure how to respond to her statement, so he remained silent, resting his hands on the table.
He stiffened in surprise when she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. She reached up, taking hold of the hand closest to her.
"Did you miss me, even a little?"
Suddenly, he found it incredibly hard to speak. She took his silence as his answer.
"I guess not. You wouldn't, would you?" she asked sadly. He could feel her smile against his shoulder, even though he could tell from her voice that she was crying.
"Fuu..." he managed finally, not being able to explain to himself why her tears were affecting him so.
"Don't, Mugen," she interrupted, and he thought that she sounded so much more grown-up than when he'd left her. "It's enough that you're here now, even if you will be gone by tomorrow."
"Like hell I will," he responded, suddenly finding his voice, and she pulled her head from his shoulder to look at him questioningly. "I just got a free meal!"
She threw her head back and laughed; a real, genuine laugh, one he hadn't heard in quite some time. He was proud to have been the cause of it.
"Same old Mugen," she said, smiling at him; he felt for all the world like he was special, to be smiled at like that - and by someone like Fuu. She sighed happily, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek - which he thought might have been a little too mushy for him, but he found he didn't mind it so much.
"It's good to have you back, Mugen."
Mugen was about to respond that she didn't "have" him when he felt something hit his leg rather hard.
"The hell?" he said, blinking as sunlight suddenly blinded him - which he found odd, considering he was sitting in a teahouse. He looked beside him, only to discover that he wasn't in a teahouse at all, and Fuu was nowhere to be seen.
"Oi, you can't sleep here, pirate. Get moving."
Mugen waited until the man retreated before sighing to himself. Every goddamn night this month.
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A/N: Wow, I feel kind of awful for doing that to Mugen.