Samurai Champloo | Mugen/Fuu | Blood
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Title: Blood
Characters: Mugen, Fuu, random midwife
Pairings: Mugen/Fuu
Rating: R for character death
Word Count: 481
Summary: Mugen loses something precious.
Notes/Warnings: For my 10_prompts challenge.
Blood had never bothered Mugen. He was a killer. It was an everyday part of life, as far as he was concerned. Had been since before he could remember.
But Fuu's blood was something different. Especially since all he could do was stand there helplessly and watch her die.
He wanted to cut something. He wanted to cut someone. But cutting the midwife seemed counter-productive, and she was the only person even remotely in range. So he turned to his next talent: being as loud as possible.
"Aren't you supposed to be a fucking expert at this?!"
The midwife ignored him, which he was grateful for - it meant she was focusing her attention on Fuu. But he really, really wanted someone to yell at right now. Or someone to yell at and cut.
After a few more hurled insults and stomping around on Mugen's part, the midwife gave him a weary look.
"You're not helping."
"Neither are you," he retorted, not being able to bring himself to look over at Fuu again.
"Please," she responded.
He glared at her for a moment, but eventually gave in and stepped outside the small cottage that he and Fuu inhabited. Well, the small cottage that Fuu inhabited, and that he happened to co-inhabit sometimes.
He sighed heavily and sank onto the ground, pacing having lost its appeal. He felt tired. He wondered where fishface was. He ought to be here helping - or something. Jin probably could've handled this better than him, anyway.
Mugen's head jerked up suddenly at the sound of a long, pain-filled scream. He was on his feet immediately, crashing into the cottage and over to where Fuu lay. The midwife blocked his path.
"I could not save the child," she said simply.
"What about--?" He didn't need to finish his question. The look on her face said it all. He pushed her aside, rushing over to kneel next to Fuu.
She was pale, paler than he'd ever seen her. A fine sheen of sweat covered her forehead and her eyes were closed. She seemed to be only sleeping.
"Dammit, Fuu," he swore, shaking her lifeless body, unable to accept her death. "You're not supposed to die, idiot! That's what I'm supposed to do, remember?"
Is this how she felt every time he left to do something stupid?
He wanted her to wake up and yell at him for being so insensitive. He wanted her to hit him with that stupid shoe of hers. He wanted her to ask when lunch was.
Mugen felt a burning sensation behind his eyes and knew that he was crying. It was something he hadn't felt in a long, long time - something he didn't think he'd ever feel again.
He couldn't think of anything else to do. What was there to do, when the only person who cared about him was dead?
Title: Blood
Characters: Mugen, Fuu, random midwife
Pairings: Mugen/Fuu
Rating: R for character death
Word Count: 481
Summary: Mugen loses something precious.
Notes/Warnings: For my 10_prompts challenge.
Blood had never bothered Mugen. He was a killer. It was an everyday part of life, as far as he was concerned. Had been since before he could remember.
But Fuu's blood was something different. Especially since all he could do was stand there helplessly and watch her die.
He wanted to cut something. He wanted to cut someone. But cutting the midwife seemed counter-productive, and she was the only person even remotely in range. So he turned to his next talent: being as loud as possible.
"Aren't you supposed to be a fucking expert at this?!"
The midwife ignored him, which he was grateful for - it meant she was focusing her attention on Fuu. But he really, really wanted someone to yell at right now. Or someone to yell at and cut.
After a few more hurled insults and stomping around on Mugen's part, the midwife gave him a weary look.
"You're not helping."
"Neither are you," he retorted, not being able to bring himself to look over at Fuu again.
"Please," she responded.
He glared at her for a moment, but eventually gave in and stepped outside the small cottage that he and Fuu inhabited. Well, the small cottage that Fuu inhabited, and that he happened to co-inhabit sometimes.
He sighed heavily and sank onto the ground, pacing having lost its appeal. He felt tired. He wondered where fishface was. He ought to be here helping - or something. Jin probably could've handled this better than him, anyway.
Mugen's head jerked up suddenly at the sound of a long, pain-filled scream. He was on his feet immediately, crashing into the cottage and over to where Fuu lay. The midwife blocked his path.
"I could not save the child," she said simply.
"What about--?" He didn't need to finish his question. The look on her face said it all. He pushed her aside, rushing over to kneel next to Fuu.
She was pale, paler than he'd ever seen her. A fine sheen of sweat covered her forehead and her eyes were closed. She seemed to be only sleeping.
"Dammit, Fuu," he swore, shaking her lifeless body, unable to accept her death. "You're not supposed to die, idiot! That's what I'm supposed to do, remember?"
Is this how she felt every time he left to do something stupid?
He wanted her to wake up and yell at him for being so insensitive. He wanted her to hit him with that stupid shoe of hers. He wanted her to ask when lunch was.
Mugen felt a burning sensation behind his eyes and knew that he was crying. It was something he hadn't felt in a long, long time - something he didn't think he'd ever feel again.
He couldn't think of anything else to do. What was there to do, when the only person who cared about him was dead?