And the whore's like a choir - uh, uh all night!
Title: For You
Rating: PG / PG-13ish
Characters/Pairing: MugenFuu [Samurai Champloo]
Notes: Just a little one-shot that popped in my head last night. MugenFuu fluff makes me happy!
She was the only person in the entire damned world who could tell him what to do.
Rarely he would comply with her pointed complaints, but sometimes her bitchy comments would strike home and the need to fulfill her wishes set in. Pride aside, he wanted what she wanted.
So, when she told him to be kinder for a change, he set out for a good deed a week.
One week, a man helped up the stairs.
The next, a little girl saved from some bullying young boys.
And after that, a man hit down for stealing a woman’s purse. (Though he kept the money and assured that his act of kindness was sparing the pick pocket’s life.)
Weeks blended in, and he began to find a routine in this, sometimes collecting more than one good-natured action. That is, until he found his week up with nothing done, unless one considered pushing someone down in the dirt or slicing their throat open “nice”.
Mugen sat in the grass, pissed at himself for letting all those previous acts go to waste. If he didn’t get it this week, then fuck keeping up if he couldn’tstay with the pace. Finally, after deciding that it wouldn’t matter if this time he slacked, a bright shade caught his eye. A patch of yellow flowers he couldn’t name for his life, but none the less, he knew what to do with them. Gathering up two of the golden plants, he proceeded to march toward the trio’s make-shift camp, only to be caught by an annoyed Fuu on the way.
"Mugen, stop wandering off like --", her spat was cut off as two flowers were shoved in her face.
"Flowers? Mugen --"
"It’s my nice deed of the week, so feel special.", he grumbled out.
"Your nice deed of the week?", Fuu mimicked with a laugh.
"Whatever."
"They’re very nice, thank you." A smile from her, a smirk from him to crown his weekly win, and then one pair of feet trailed behind the other as they made way back to camp.
"They’re a pair."
And suddenly she was up beside him holding his hand, "I know."
And I'm forgetting to watch Passions! Gotta change that now ;P
Rating: PG / PG-13ish
Characters/Pairing: MugenFuu [Samurai Champloo]
Notes: Just a little one-shot that popped in my head last night. MugenFuu fluff makes me happy!
She was the only person in the entire damned world who could tell him what to do.
Rarely he would comply with her pointed complaints, but sometimes her bitchy comments would strike home and the need to fulfill her wishes set in. Pride aside, he wanted what she wanted.
So, when she told him to be kinder for a change, he set out for a good deed a week.
One week, a man helped up the stairs.
The next, a little girl saved from some bullying young boys.
And after that, a man hit down for stealing a woman’s purse. (Though he kept the money and assured that his act of kindness was sparing the pick pocket’s life.)
Weeks blended in, and he began to find a routine in this, sometimes collecting more than one good-natured action. That is, until he found his week up with nothing done, unless one considered pushing someone down in the dirt or slicing their throat open “nice”.
Mugen sat in the grass, pissed at himself for letting all those previous acts go to waste. If he didn’t get it this week, then fuck keeping up if he couldn’tstay with the pace. Finally, after deciding that it wouldn’t matter if this time he slacked, a bright shade caught his eye. A patch of yellow flowers he couldn’t name for his life, but none the less, he knew what to do with them. Gathering up two of the golden plants, he proceeded to march toward the trio’s make-shift camp, only to be caught by an annoyed Fuu on the way.
"Mugen, stop wandering off like --", her spat was cut off as two flowers were shoved in her face.
"Flowers? Mugen --"
"It’s my nice deed of the week, so feel special.", he grumbled out.
"Your nice deed of the week?", Fuu mimicked with a laugh.
"Whatever."
"They’re very nice, thank you." A smile from her, a smirk from him to crown his weekly win, and then one pair of feet trailed behind the other as they made way back to camp.
"They’re a pair."
And suddenly she was up beside him holding his hand, "I know."
And I'm forgetting to watch Passions! Gotta change that now ;P