Samurai Champloo Fan Fiction ❯ Reflections ❯ Fuu's POV ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: No I do not own Samurai Champloo. . . but can I please own Mugen?. . . no? Well screw you guys. I'm going home.

 

 

WARNINGS:

 

The following fic contains spoilers for the last episode.

 

It also contains a lemon so beware. And don't say I didn't warn you. Its your own damn fault if you don't read these things first!

 

 

Reflections: (Fuu's POV)

 

“Sunflowers don't have scents. So wouldn't that mean that the Sunflower Samurai doesn't exist?”

 

It was true what I'd been told. The Sunflower Samurai in my mind, was an illusion. Reality robbed me of my fantasies. A frail, sick man who had abandoned his family to keep them safe from the shogunate never figured in my plans. It just wasn't fair.

 

I wanted to hate him. To hurt him as I'd been hurt. But even that satisfaction was pilfered from me. He had suffered more than I ever had, knowing all the while that his beloved wife and daughter were alive and suffering for his actions. I had been content to know him dead until my mother left this world.

 

Damn him, why wasn't he strong? Why didn't he stand tall with pride in his eyes and disdain for me? Perhaps then I could justify my ire. I could deliver my hate filled words that would open his eyes. Words that would drive him to his knees, weeping, begging for my mercy.

 

“Why didn't you love me?” I would ask and he would admit to his selfishness. I would brush aside his reaching hands and utter my final judgment. “You should have stayed dead.” And I would walk back to them with his wails and piteous cries echoing behind me unheeded. I would walk back to my friends, my companions, my steadfast protectors with my head held high, my quest completed. They would regard me both in their own ways. Jin with silent praise and understanding. Mugen, with a slap on the back and a loud acclaim “ So you finally grew a pair.” No wonder I loved them both. They had become my family.

 

But that dream was shattered as I ran ,battered, from the man Mugen had saved me from to the ramshackle home on the bluff. I came to find a Samurai, instead I found a man on his death bed. I had left my companions on the shore to protect them and instead I had placed them in danger. It seemed so different last night when I had replayed the plan over and over in my mind. He had given me confidence in the simple act of love making. But now the dream was over and I may never see him again.

 

From the beginning, when I had tricked them into joining my quest, and through all of our adventures I knew that we three would become close. Still it was unexpected when he came to me last night at the camp. I never would have expected such an emotion in him.

 

I had realized long ago that he was special to me, still that night a feeling grew inside me. It may have been love but I don't really know. I've never been in love. Still if I were to use a word to describe the tightness in my heart as he lowered his head to kiss me, it would have to be love.

 

And lust followed soon after as I lost myself in the play of our tongues. I tangled my fingers in his shirt as he raised his calloused hands to my face. He broke away and held my gaze. I can only imagine how I looked at that moment but it seemed to amuse him as the corners of his mouth curved up into a small smile. He looked deep into my eyes and I understood what he was asking.“Is this what you want?” I answered him by grabbing his stupid head and smashing my lips against his. He laughed and scooped me up into his arms.

 

I could have stayed there forever.

 

He walked, with me in his arms, a short distance to a small clearing where he set me on my feet and reclaimed my lips. I ran my fingers through his unruly black hair and then traced his jawline with my thumbs tickled by the stubble that always seemed to be there.

 

He skimmed the outline of my body until he reached my waist. He quickly untied my obi and let my kimono slide down my slender shoulders and pool at my bare feet. His nimble fingers made quick work of my undergarments and I stood before him, naked. He made an appraising sweep with his eyes and said “You know, I was wrong. You aren't flat as a board.” I smiled at him and he smiled back with his head cocked to one side.

 

 

My turn, I helped him out of his red kimono and white shirt. He pulled off his shorts and kicked his steel-soled geta away. I gave his naked form an assessing sweep and noted the scars that he had acquired in my service. I traced a gash along his flat stomach and whispered “gomen” while I bent to kiss it. Never one for grace and purely gentle gestures he straightened me roughly. “They are there by my choice. Apologies are a waste of air.” he said voice gruff, eyes hard, mouth set in a stern line. I nodded and he pulled me to him once again. Tilting my head in a silent plea, I savored the kiss as it landed on my waiting lips.

 

I continued exploring his body with my hands and instinctively drove my nails into his back when he moved his mouth to suckle my neck where it joined my shoulder. Suddenly I fount myself on the ground flat on my back with no recollection as to how it happened. The night was silent as I looked to his handsome face mere inches above my own the smirk back on his lips. I loved that smirk. His body hovered above mine and I felt him nudge my entrance. I closed my eyes and whispered “do it.”

 

He surprised me with his control as he slowly entered my body. I sucked in my breath and as he filled me I was pervaded by a sense of peace that had eluded me for so long. With every powerful thrust my heart swelled with emotion. Every grunt and moan punctuated by a kiss. I felt his hands at my chest heightening my pleasure. I could feel every nerve in my body tingling as my skin prickled with a mounting tension.

 

When it broke, it was a tidal wave that started at my core and radiated to my toes causing them to curl and my scalp felt charged with electricity. I cried out his name as the wave crested “MUGEN!” I felt him tense inside me when I cried out, his thrusts becoming erratic. He spilled into me and lowered his head, nibbling my ear and whispering my name; “Fuu.”

 

I was shivering with the aftermath of my climax and I could feel a muscle twitching in my thigh. He rolled off of me, spent and exhausted. Using the last of his energy he gathered me in his arms. My over-sensitized skin quivered wherever his calloused hands touched me. I covered us with my discarded kimono and listened to him fall asleep.

 

What Jin would think of our union I didn't care about at that moment. For the first time in years, I was content. I forced myself not to think about what would happen in the next battle because I didn't know what I would do if he was taken from me as well. For now it was enough to feel safe and content in his arms.

 

When we awoke the following morning, today, I had made up my mind. I would play one more trick on them. To keep them safe, this time I would be their protector. I decided to visit Seisou Kasumi on my own.

 

 

So now I find myself outside the broken home of the infamous Sunflower Samurai with an old man telling me that my father didn't go a day without thinking of me. The contentment that I had felt last night and this morning is gone, replaced with an empty sadness I could not fathom.

 

Despite my best efforts Mugen is in danger once again. And Jin, what about Jin? Nothing turned out the way it should have. The Sunflower Samurai is a sick, frail man. Mugen, my comfort, is in danger. And Jin, who has been like a brother to me, is nowhere to be seen. I can do nothing but cry as I reflect on my life.

 

 

 

 

(A/N: Okay how was that? It was my first try at a deep and dramatic fic, not to mention my first lemon. I may add more chapters for Jin and Mugen's take on these events later. Please let me know in the form of wonderful and insightful, maybe even flame filled, reviews what you all think. And don't forget to check out my humorous Champloo fic called “One Wish”. Peace. Neko out.)