Samurai Champloo Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Truth & Lies In A Name ❯ Water ( Chapter 3 )

Finding Truth & Lies In A Name

 

DISC: I do not own Samurai Champloo or it's intriguing characters. They are the property of Director Shinichiro Watanabe and Studio manglove Inc. I am making no monetary profit from the writing of this or any other of my fanfiction. Please don't sue me. I'm very poor.

 

Written as part of several Elemonth Hour challenges. Chapter III is the “Water” challenge from week 21.

 

 

 

CHAPTER III

 

"We have enough for a light dinner and a room - with use of the hot spring. Tomorrow, we will all need to find work so that we can buy supplies for the trip to the next village."

 

As the samurai spoke, he saw Fuu's disappointment that the meal would be small, but happiness at the thought of a nice long bath.

 

He continued: "There is not enough for a visit to the brothel. Nor is there money for sake."

 

"Whatever." The disheveled pirate stormed past his fellow travellers into the dining room at the town they had just reached. The two remaining shared a rare amused look, then followed, eagerly anticipating their first real meal in days.

 

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Fuu eased herself down into the soothing waters of the hot spring.

 

'Ah. This is what I needed! It's been so long since I've been able to feel really CLEAN.

 

'And this water - it almost feels like it's bubbling. So relaxing!'

 

A washcloth to gently scrub her skin, then once that was done, a dunk under the water with her fingers scrubbing her scalp to loosen any dirt and oils that had built up on the road, and she felt almost brand new.

 

'Sigh. If only we had some money to spend on some scented soaps. This would be perfect.'

 

Closing her eyes to settle in for a nice long soak to ease some of the tension the road had hammered into her muscles, her memory flitted to just 5 or 10 minutes earlier:

 

Jin had been sipping on the green tea that was served st the conclusion of the meal while Mugen noisily chewed the last dumpling - the one that he'd snatched out of Fuu's chopsticks at the last second before she got it into her mouth. Giving the pirate a scowl, she'd stood up and said, "I'll meet you two back at the room in about 45 minutes. I'm going to take a nice long bath in the hot spring." She'd smiled in anticipation.

 

"Ya, great. She's gonna sit in there so long she'll get all pruny - like that's gonna make you more attractive."

 

Glaring, she'd replied, "Shut up, Mugen! And don't try coming into the bath with me, pervert. You can just wait your turn back in the room." Her cheeks had been blazing as she left the room.

 

'God, I hope they thought I was so red because I was mad. I'd die if they knew it was because I was embarrassed that I'd mentioned him coming into the bath with me.

 

'Aw, what am I worrying about? They couldn't possibly know I... that I actually wish he would.

 

'GOD! Why do I even wish that? So he can make fun of me while I'm actually naked? Oh yeah. That's just what I need,' she'd thought as she disrobed, then sank into the water.

 

 

Coming back to the moment, she reveled in the feeling of the water around her. Water. Smooth, softening, slippery.

 

Those who study symbolism declare water to represent the desire for sex - the pool of our subconscious that desires greatly. Surrounded by the symbolic representation of desire, it's really not that surprising that her thoughts continued in the direction that she'd been thinking all day - but now, they were deeper. More needy.

 

Reaching with her tiny fingers, she traced wet circles around her breasts, flicking the nipples and watching them stiffen. 'My breasts aren't THAT small are they?' Using her palms to cup them, testing their weight, she sighed. 'Well, they're certainly not the melons he likes. <sigh> But they are bigger than they were last year. And they are kinda soft.' She gave them a squeeze and moaned her discontent.

 

'I wonder how many years it's gonna be till they're fully grown. Will they ever get big enough for him to like them?

 

'<sigh> Even if they do eventually grow that big, he'll have left me by then, I'm sure. Whether we've found the Sunflower Samurai or not.'

 

Squeezing her breasts again, she let her thumb brush the nipples and allowed herself to fantasize. After all, what could it hurt? She was alone in the bath, and once she got out, the cold night air would calm her down, so that she could go back to the reality of not being able to get what she really wanted.

 

'Oh, Mugen. What would your lips feel like on my breast?' Hand in a loose fist, she mimicked how his lips might kiss and pull at her nipples. Leaning back, her left hand continued to play with her breast, while her right traced its way down, down, lightly down, til it was under the water, flicking at her curls. The water lapped at her center, heating it, pulsing against it. Soothing & exciting.

 

Moaning, she imagined his face buried in her chest, his hand as the one tracing up and down her folds, back and forth, back and forth. She'd whisper into his ear, "Please." As she thought it, she said it aloud, but quietly - it did not echo back to her to let her know she'd said a word.

 

And he'd say back to her, "Please what?" as he continued to play. His mouth had moved up her neck to her ear, and he was alternating lapping at her pressure point and nibbling on her earlobe.

 

"I've wanted you for so long," she'd whisper to him. "I... love you. Please."

 

He'd position himself in front of her, and whisper, "That's all you needed to say," as he plunged inside her.

 

Her fingers thrust deeply inside of her, and her head flew back, exposing her elegant neck to the night. Her fingers kept up the rhythm, and she felt herself reaching toward something. She heard him murmur her name like a prayer. Then, as the pleasure increased, but before reaching the pinnacle, she cried out, "Oh, Mugen!"

 

The sound reverberated into the night. And she crested on a sigh, then slid back down into the waters with the single hope of washing out her regret that what she'd just imagined would never, ever happen.

 

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