An Unexpected Coupling
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+S to Z › Samurai Champloo
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
8,382
Reviews:
53
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.
A Time for Us
A Time for Us
Fifty years. Fifty long, agonizing years without her.
Languidly staring up at the sun that continued to beat down upon his dozing body, Mugen allowed his eyes to briefly close as he pretended that the sudden invasion of warmth was Fuu’s soft form pressed affectionately against his own. Her honey-brown eyes sparkled as she gazed up at him in utter adoration, her thin arms pulling him closer for a tender embrace as she laughed at his futile attempts at squirming free.
When the sharp cry of a cackling gull suddenly startled the Ryukyuan out of his daydream, he glared spitefully up at the winged creature and silently wished it a thousand deaths. Fuck, even nature didn’t want him and Fuu to be together…
Sluggishly rising from his perch against the large oak tree, Mugen grumbled several profanities to himself as he scratched his backside, the haunting image of Fuu’s peaceful visage now nudging its way into the recesses of his mind as clear as the day she had died.
“Shit, it’s nearly been a frickin’ lifetime since you died – leave me the hell alone!” Mugen growled at the imaginary sight, his heart heavy as he defiantly about-faced so that Fuu was left with the view of his stiff back. When Fuu’s sleepy eyes suddenly appeared before him again he began to panic, his voice now raw with pain as he pleaded, “Stop haunting me like this, Fuu…please! I can’t take it no more!”
Smiling, Fuu held her hand out to him in answer, her willowy form wordlessly backing up toward the forest as she beckoned him to follow.
Mugen stared helplessly at the small girl for several moments before finally giving suit, his subconscious briefly allowing him to grab his sword in case he ran into trouble along the way.
After several agonizing twists and turns and trudging through gnarled pathways, the couple arrived at a particular grassy area in which Mugen had become all too familiar with: Fuu’s gravesite.
Collapsing abruptly to his knees, the weary Ryukyuan bowed his head before striking his fist soundly against the soft earth, his voice hollow and burning as he screamed, “Why are you torturing me like this, Fuu!? Why the fuck won’t you just leave me alone!?”
The dark-haired girl in question genuflected mutely before him, her honey-brown eyes warm and glistening with tears as she placed one of her thin white hands over his own large bronze one in an act of tenderness. Something about seeing Fuu in this state caused Mugen’s heart to still with shame, his head bowing as he was suddenly overcome by the tremendous desire to do something for her.
Solemnly retrieving his longsword from his side, the Ryukyuan then held it out to her in an act that both surprised and confused his lover.
“It’s been apart-a me for all these years, and grossly enough, you have been, too” Mugen explained, his voice tired and his limbs shaking. “It’s why I wantcha ta have it, Fuu…it ain’t doin’ me any good now that I don’t got anybody ta protect.”
Fuu tried to push it back with her hands, yet Mugen stubbornly thrust the longsword down into the mound of dirt in between them, his lover’s eyes both hard and soft as she took him by the hand and whispered into his ear that it was time.
“Time for what?” Mugen demanded, though he already knew. “I ain’t so young anymore, ya know…I’m surprised ya still want me.”
Fuu gave him a reproachful look, yet her eyes were laughing, her willowy arms gracefully pulling him in for the fierce embrace that she had been neglected to share with him for all these years.
“Fuu” Mugen whispered, his voice now laden with excitement, “I…I can touch you! I can actually feel you in my arms!”
Fuu nodded warmly, her nose nuzzling its way into the crook of his neck as a loud buffeting noise filled the air like that of a thousand wings. The moment she felt his breath hitch in his throat she held him closer, her slender fingers gently running through his gnarled gray hair so that he’d be assured of his safety.
“Will it hurt?” Mugen suddenly whispered, now able to see the Crow Men standing all about them. When Fuu shook her head he smiled, his tone surprisingly warm and gentle as he returned, “Then tell ‘em I’m ready ta get outta this hellhole…I’ve been ready for fifty long years.”
Fuu smiled, then, a brilliant white light illuminating the earth and enveloping them within its soft effervescence as Mugen slowly closed his eyes and prepared himself for the unknown. As they laid there together he felt free…reborn…but above all, he actually felt happy.
When Mugen reopened his eyes he found Fuu standing there beside him, her soft hand finding its way into his own before they slowly turned toward the blinding white light and took a small step forward. Smiling over at his love, Mugen knew then that he could finally live in peace, for at long last, they were finally together again.
A/N: Welp, this is obviously the more “morbid” of my endings, but I honestly prefer it to the fluffy one. The “fluffy” one is hopefully yet another surprise for ya, but you tell me which you like better. Since this is the end of this fic, I’ve actually started other SC stories if you’re interested…I can’t thank you guys enough for all of your overwhelming support. HUGS FOR EVERYONE!!!! lol XD
P.S. I also have Fuugen fan art for some of my fics on deviantart with the profile name of sweetfaith06, if you’re interested. :)
Fifty years. Fifty long, agonizing years without her.
Languidly staring up at the sun that continued to beat down upon his dozing body, Mugen allowed his eyes to briefly close as he pretended that the sudden invasion of warmth was Fuu’s soft form pressed affectionately against his own. Her honey-brown eyes sparkled as she gazed up at him in utter adoration, her thin arms pulling him closer for a tender embrace as she laughed at his futile attempts at squirming free.
When the sharp cry of a cackling gull suddenly startled the Ryukyuan out of his daydream, he glared spitefully up at the winged creature and silently wished it a thousand deaths. Fuck, even nature didn’t want him and Fuu to be together…
Sluggishly rising from his perch against the large oak tree, Mugen grumbled several profanities to himself as he scratched his backside, the haunting image of Fuu’s peaceful visage now nudging its way into the recesses of his mind as clear as the day she had died.
“Shit, it’s nearly been a frickin’ lifetime since you died – leave me the hell alone!” Mugen growled at the imaginary sight, his heart heavy as he defiantly about-faced so that Fuu was left with the view of his stiff back. When Fuu’s sleepy eyes suddenly appeared before him again he began to panic, his voice now raw with pain as he pleaded, “Stop haunting me like this, Fuu…please! I can’t take it no more!”
Smiling, Fuu held her hand out to him in answer, her willowy form wordlessly backing up toward the forest as she beckoned him to follow.
Mugen stared helplessly at the small girl for several moments before finally giving suit, his subconscious briefly allowing him to grab his sword in case he ran into trouble along the way.
After several agonizing twists and turns and trudging through gnarled pathways, the couple arrived at a particular grassy area in which Mugen had become all too familiar with: Fuu’s gravesite.
Collapsing abruptly to his knees, the weary Ryukyuan bowed his head before striking his fist soundly against the soft earth, his voice hollow and burning as he screamed, “Why are you torturing me like this, Fuu!? Why the fuck won’t you just leave me alone!?”
The dark-haired girl in question genuflected mutely before him, her honey-brown eyes warm and glistening with tears as she placed one of her thin white hands over his own large bronze one in an act of tenderness. Something about seeing Fuu in this state caused Mugen’s heart to still with shame, his head bowing as he was suddenly overcome by the tremendous desire to do something for her.
Solemnly retrieving his longsword from his side, the Ryukyuan then held it out to her in an act that both surprised and confused his lover.
“It’s been apart-a me for all these years, and grossly enough, you have been, too” Mugen explained, his voice tired and his limbs shaking. “It’s why I wantcha ta have it, Fuu…it ain’t doin’ me any good now that I don’t got anybody ta protect.”
Fuu tried to push it back with her hands, yet Mugen stubbornly thrust the longsword down into the mound of dirt in between them, his lover’s eyes both hard and soft as she took him by the hand and whispered into his ear that it was time.
“Time for what?” Mugen demanded, though he already knew. “I ain’t so young anymore, ya know…I’m surprised ya still want me.”
Fuu gave him a reproachful look, yet her eyes were laughing, her willowy arms gracefully pulling him in for the fierce embrace that she had been neglected to share with him for all these years.
“Fuu” Mugen whispered, his voice now laden with excitement, “I…I can touch you! I can actually feel you in my arms!”
Fuu nodded warmly, her nose nuzzling its way into the crook of his neck as a loud buffeting noise filled the air like that of a thousand wings. The moment she felt his breath hitch in his throat she held him closer, her slender fingers gently running through his gnarled gray hair so that he’d be assured of his safety.
“Will it hurt?” Mugen suddenly whispered, now able to see the Crow Men standing all about them. When Fuu shook her head he smiled, his tone surprisingly warm and gentle as he returned, “Then tell ‘em I’m ready ta get outta this hellhole…I’ve been ready for fifty long years.”
Fuu smiled, then, a brilliant white light illuminating the earth and enveloping them within its soft effervescence as Mugen slowly closed his eyes and prepared himself for the unknown. As they laid there together he felt free…reborn…but above all, he actually felt happy.
When Mugen reopened his eyes he found Fuu standing there beside him, her soft hand finding its way into his own before they slowly turned toward the blinding white light and took a small step forward. Smiling over at his love, Mugen knew then that he could finally live in peace, for at long last, they were finally together again.
A/N: Welp, this is obviously the more “morbid” of my endings, but I honestly prefer it to the fluffy one. The “fluffy” one is hopefully yet another surprise for ya, but you tell me which you like better. Since this is the end of this fic, I’ve actually started other SC stories if you’re interested…I can’t thank you guys enough for all of your overwhelming support. HUGS FOR EVERYONE!!!! lol XD
P.S. I also have Fuugen fan art for some of my fics on deviantart with the profile name of sweetfaith06, if you’re interested. :)