Samurai Champloo Fan Fiction ❯ Because You Need Me ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: LilyMoonsAlias 
Anime/Manga: Samurai Champloo Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Samurai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.22.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 428 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Samurai Champloo Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Samurai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.22.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 428 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N Thanks again to all my reviewers. This Chapter has been added by special request for my most recent reviewer. Sorry for the long delay.
The small sounds of someone trying to move undetected towards the hut woke Mugen. He pushed Fuu away from him and rose silently, reaching for his sword. The almost soundless footsteps came closer and Mugen shook Fuu lightly to wake her, placing a hand over her mouth to demonstrate the need for silence. She opened her eyes and scooted back against the wall, clutching the ragged blanket to her body.
Mugen cat-footed to the door and pulled the sword from its sheathe. Fuu held her breath as Mugen kicked through the door to connect solidly with the body outside. She heard a muffled oomph of air leaving the body and a single clang of swords clashing before Mugen's low voice husked in amazement.
"Jin?"
"Hai."
"You made it after all. Damn." Mugen grinned wickedly.
Jin shot back quickly. "Hai, I survived the river and two that fell with me, but now I am in danger of going blind."
"Huh?"
"For Kami's sake, cover yourself, man! I don't need anymore nightmares after tonight."
High-pitched laughter came from inside the hut and Jin smiled wearily.
"I see Fuu is okay, too."
Mugen hauled the ronin to his feet and into the hut. Jin had some wounds that needed attending. A shallow gash hidden in his dark hair trailed blood down the side of his face and dripped down his chin.
"One of them actually got you?!" Mugen asked.
Jin gave him an offended glare and actually puffed up in indignation. "Of course not." He snapped. "Rocks in the water."
"Oh, Jin, let me see." Fuu came forward, concern on her face. "This needs to be cleaned."
Mugen took in the sight of Fuu wrapped only in a shred of blanket hovering over the ronin. Something unnamable and vicious rose in his chest and he gritted his teeth.
"Fuu," He grated out. "Your clothes are dry. Go get dressed and I'll take care of this fool's hard head."
"But, it won't take a mo..."
"Get....dressed.....Now." Mugen was angry with himself and angry at her and just plain pissed and confused over being angry at all. Hell, she had been custodian of both of their all but naked bodies for a week. It shouldn't be any different. But, damn it, it was and he wasn't backing down now.
Fuu bristled at his growling tone, but moved to the back of the hut to dress after giving Jin a sympathetic look. "Fine." Mugen thought he heard her say 'jerk' under her breath.
Mugen stepped into his own shorts and ripped a shred of blanket into smaller pieces dipping them in a rain barrel outside the door. He gave Jin the first one to wipe his face and used the second to swab through dark hair until the gash was visible. It wasn't too bad and steady pressure stopped the bleeding. Mugen sat back on his heels when done and noticed Jin smirking at him.
"What the fuck are you staring at?" He was instantly on the defensive.
Jin's smirk broadened. "You know, I think this is the first time I have ever seen you jealous." He said it low enough that it didn't reach Fuu's ears.
"What the hell?!" Mugen yelped. "You definitely whacked your head good, man, 'cause you are seeing stuff that ain't there."
"No?"
'"No."
Mugen tossed the remaining blanket to Jin and walked over to the other side of the fire to Fuu. He started to sputter when he saw Jin stripping out of his hakamas and gi. Without thinking about it he stepped in front of Fuu.
"Now what are you doing?!" Mugen hissed.
"In case you have forgotten, I am cold and wet, too." Jin finished quickly and wrapped the blanket around his waist, tucking the end securely.
Mugen snorted and lay down, pulling Fuu to tuck her in his arms. He glared down at her when he heard her giggling. His gaze softened slightly when he saw that she was focused on his face and not the man with them. Gods! What was happening to him? Mugen was feeling foolish over his reactions, but damned if he would apologize.
"Sleep." He said roughly. "I take the first watch tonight."
Jin was too tired to argue and crossed his legs to sit in his customary position with his swords over his lap. After a bit his head lowered to his chest and his breathing took on a softer rhythm. Mugen stayed alert listening for any sound and held the sleeping woman close.
When boredom threatened to make him sleepy he watched Fuu sleep. He noticed that she kept one hand lightly pressed to his stomach and the other under her cheek. Even asleep, her touch was making him harden with desire. He couldn't deny it to himself any more. He wanted her. He wanted to possess her. He wanted to show her things that were sure to shock her and he wanted to hear her cry out his name while he did. When they came to their next stopping place he was going to make sure they had some privacy.
The small sounds of someone trying to move undetected towards the hut woke Mugen. He pushed Fuu away from him and rose silently, reaching for his sword. The almost soundless footsteps came closer and Mugen shook Fuu lightly to wake her, placing a hand over her mouth to demonstrate the need for silence. She opened her eyes and scooted back against the wall, clutching the ragged blanket to her body.
Mugen cat-footed to the door and pulled the sword from its sheathe. Fuu held her breath as Mugen kicked through the door to connect solidly with the body outside. She heard a muffled oomph of air leaving the body and a single clang of swords clashing before Mugen's low voice husked in amazement.
"Jin?"
"Hai."
"You made it after all. Damn." Mugen grinned wickedly.
Jin shot back quickly. "Hai, I survived the river and two that fell with me, but now I am in danger of going blind."
"Huh?"
"For Kami's sake, cover yourself, man! I don't need anymore nightmares after tonight."
High-pitched laughter came from inside the hut and Jin smiled wearily.
"I see Fuu is okay, too."
Mugen hauled the ronin to his feet and into the hut. Jin had some wounds that needed attending. A shallow gash hidden in his dark hair trailed blood down the side of his face and dripped down his chin.
"One of them actually got you?!" Mugen asked.
Jin gave him an offended glare and actually puffed up in indignation. "Of course not." He snapped. "Rocks in the water."
"Oh, Jin, let me see." Fuu came forward, concern on her face. "This needs to be cleaned."
Mugen took in the sight of Fuu wrapped only in a shred of blanket hovering over the ronin. Something unnamable and vicious rose in his chest and he gritted his teeth.
"Fuu," He grated out. "Your clothes are dry. Go get dressed and I'll take care of this fool's hard head."
"But, it won't take a mo..."
"Get....dressed.....Now." Mugen was angry with himself and angry at her and just plain pissed and confused over being angry at all. Hell, she had been custodian of both of their all but naked bodies for a week. It shouldn't be any different. But, damn it, it was and he wasn't backing down now.
Fuu bristled at his growling tone, but moved to the back of the hut to dress after giving Jin a sympathetic look. "Fine." Mugen thought he heard her say 'jerk' under her breath.
Mugen stepped into his own shorts and ripped a shred of blanket into smaller pieces dipping them in a rain barrel outside the door. He gave Jin the first one to wipe his face and used the second to swab through dark hair until the gash was visible. It wasn't too bad and steady pressure stopped the bleeding. Mugen sat back on his heels when done and noticed Jin smirking at him.
"What the fuck are you staring at?" He was instantly on the defensive.
Jin's smirk broadened. "You know, I think this is the first time I have ever seen you jealous." He said it low enough that it didn't reach Fuu's ears.
"What the hell?!" Mugen yelped. "You definitely whacked your head good, man, 'cause you are seeing stuff that ain't there."
"No?"
'"No."
Mugen tossed the remaining blanket to Jin and walked over to the other side of the fire to Fuu. He started to sputter when he saw Jin stripping out of his hakamas and gi. Without thinking about it he stepped in front of Fuu.
"Now what are you doing?!" Mugen hissed.
"In case you have forgotten, I am cold and wet, too." Jin finished quickly and wrapped the blanket around his waist, tucking the end securely.
Mugen snorted and lay down, pulling Fuu to tuck her in his arms. He glared down at her when he heard her giggling. His gaze softened slightly when he saw that she was focused on his face and not the man with them. Gods! What was happening to him? Mugen was feeling foolish over his reactions, but damned if he would apologize.
"Sleep." He said roughly. "I take the first watch tonight."
Jin was too tired to argue and crossed his legs to sit in his customary position with his swords over his lap. After a bit his head lowered to his chest and his breathing took on a softer rhythm. Mugen stayed alert listening for any sound and held the sleeping woman close.
When boredom threatened to make him sleepy he watched Fuu sleep. He noticed that she kept one hand lightly pressed to his stomach and the other under her cheek. Even asleep, her touch was making him harden with desire. He couldn't deny it to himself any more. He wanted her. He wanted to possess her. He wanted to show her things that were sure to shock her and he wanted to hear her cry out his name while he did. When they came to their next stopping place he was going to make sure they had some privacy.