(an ornate abhorrence)
Jin doesn't like Mugen. He would even go as far as declaring that he detests the man. The faults Jin finds in him are as infinite as his name; almost every aspect of the rude, vulgar Ryukyuan is gracelessly flawed. Jin doesn't like to hold grudges, ever being an opponent of animosity until it is absolutely necessary, and prides himself on this virtuous pacifism, but even his mighty patience has been sorely tested. His cords have been frayed and daily rendered weaker. He is entirely convinced he is blameless in his utter failure to not hate the shit out of his unfortunate traveling companion.
"Get the hell away from me."
"C'mon, tightass. Don't be such a prude."
Jin doesn't like Mugen. He doesn't like the man's inane animalistic desires or the fact that he will strive to please them all no matter the cost. He doesn't like his total lack of self-control and how it gets him into easily avoidable situations (often times dangerous as well) that he would otherwise never have to face if he could just rein in his insatiate nature. He doesn't like Mugen's tendency to endanger pretty much everyone around him, including himself, and he especially won't stand for the hazards he poses for their innocent, squirrel-wielding charge. He doesn't like the unruly, shabby appearance or that awful stench of salt and sea and blood or his insistence on eluding all forms of necessary hygiene. Jin doesn't like Mugen. Truly he doesn't.
"Don't you dare touch me."
"You afraid you'll like it?"
Jin doesn't like Mugen. He has never liked ugliness and Mugen is the epitome of it. Mugen's ugliness is rampant, starting from the bitterness of his tongue to the volcanic, omnivorous hatred that always permeates the hard grey of his eyes. It isn't even that Mugen is visually repelling; he is handsome in his own right, but Jin cannot appreciate such virile beauty in the face of monstrous grotesqueness in all other fields. All good is blunted by a single, encompassing blemish.
"I despise you, remember?"
"Hey, I hate you, too."
Jin doesn't like Mugen. Mugen is everything Jin is not and never will be if he can help it. Mugen is rash and insensitive and callously nihilistic.
"I can't stand you. What makes you think—"
"Why the hell not? We can forget."
Mugen is brazen and avaricious and disrespectful to tradition, men, and women. Mugen is full of lust and hunger and chaos and, worse yet, proud of it.
"Even if just for a night."
Mugen is loud and nearly illiterate and intensely stupid, and has no appreciation for orthodox elegance. He cannot be pleased with literature or music or the clothed modesty of women. He must consume all.
"I can forget."
"Jin has nothing in common with him, no shared ground upon which a steady foundation for a viable friendship can be built. Even their swords, their battles, things that would normally tie two brothers of the blade together only serve to highlight the impassable distance between them. Their birth, their methods of bloodshed—everything. Jin cannot understand or relate to him.
"You can forget, too, you know."
Jin doesn't like Mugen. It is a long road ahead before he will.
"So come on already."
A hand settles on his thigh, a warm breath behind his ear. A bare torso presses against his back with all the lewdness of a practiced letch.
"Let's forget."
Jin doesn't like Mugen.
"You and me."
It doesn't mean he can't want him.
A/N: Yet another rendition of a common trope among Sam Cham's fan-generated literature. I've beat a dead horse, but it can always be deader.