Disc.: I don't own SC! (In fact I discovered it a week ago :P)

Summary: In shades of blue it was him, and her, and it wouldn't have been any other way. (Mugen x Fuu)

Enjoyed best while listening to Shiki no Uta

Shades of blue

They sat on the entrance to the petite wooden shelter, her in his arms, like it was the most normal thing and they had done it since ever.

Because every night was the same and different, at the same time. The rough expression in his eyes would wear off and become passive (resigned), and so would hers, usually so bubbly, (so exessively full of life).

It was nights like those, that they felt they had lived through since their minds could recall, under a serene moonlight that was enough to stress two silhouettes and nothing more, that showed them what they truly were like.

Nights like those, when nothing but the stars shone in their eyes, and she was content enough when she heard the tap of his usually accelerated heartbeat against her back, because she knew he was there, and it was within her reach not to let him go.

Sinking backwards into his arms, she would usually share the exstacy of the moment with him and they would both forget the rest, allowing a heavily flower-perfumed air fill the insignificant gaps in the scarce parts of their bodies that weren't touching.

That moment only offered a symphony of shades of blue, and they had to accept it because it was truly the best they would ever get. Under the sunlight the differences were too agressive, and the changes in colors showed them how distant they were to eachother when they had to lie to live through.

But the hazy, camomille-specked night provided a secure setting for them to be the same (themselves). They couldn't tell colors apart when it was all shades of blue. Only light tones (her) and dark tones (him), and the harmony flourished from that contrast.

He, learning bit by bit to take in the feather-soft feeling that she invoked, and that perhaps he invented (the one that burnt so coldly and so tenderly, because he wasn't used to it and it was something new), and her, accepting with a smile that the touch of his lean torso and the sensation of his warm breath on her hair were those things she had longed for so long (those that drove away the cold and made her feel protected like no sword would ever make her feel)

And in shades of blue it was him, and her, and it wouldn't have been any other way.

My first Samurai Champloo fic! Be nice! R&R!!!