Seeds
cap'n coree
He can see her. When he's laying on his back staring at the blaring sun, and he shuts his eyes. He can see her in the blinding light. Her face is flushed, and her mouth is moving furiously. She shakes her fist, stomps her feet, and pouts. The sun beats down on him as if it were her rage.
He can feel her. When he's lounging in cool water, and it's working over his body, lifiting the stress and strain of the day. He can feel her hands sewing his wounds, cleaning him off, massaging his sores. He can almost hear her in the babbling stream. "Honestly, you have to take it easy- One day I'm not going to be here and you're going to end up getting yourself killed!'
He can smell her. When the flowers are blooming, and the wind carries their scent to him, he can smell her chesnut hair, feel it brushing his nose, tickling it, teasing it. He recalls hot nights he spent clutching her against him, her small hands fitting in his own larger set, her legs wound aroung his own.His head buried in her hair, snuffling in every ounce of scent on her.
He can hear her. As the wind billows through the trees, like soft sobs by a campfire. He didn't have to say goodbye. But he couldn't tell her that. He couldn't even find it in him to spend a last night with her. He had seen the blood on her kimono. He had known what had happened in the field of sunflowers. He hadn't come in time. He couldn't save her. He didn't think any less of her because of it. He was ashamed, ashamed he hadn't made it in time-
But when he saw the look in Fuu's eyes at the crossroads he knew she didn't think that at all.
He can still ache. When the rain's pouring, and he remembers the building moisture in Fuu's eyes as she watched him turn to walk away.
"I'm sorry Mugen." she whimpered, " I couldn't stop him-"
Mugen can still ache. But he couldn't tell her he was ashamed. Ashamed he let the only person he ever lo-.. He let her down. He couldn't save her. From the hands of other men, from losing her father. He couldn't save her from the heartache he didn't have to cause. He let her down.
All he has is the memory of a blooming sunflower, spreading it's seeds throughout his heart. He can feel her. Shes growing inside him-
Maybe he'll find her- he reasons, maybe it's not too late. The seeds are still budding- he's yet to give up.
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AN A really short one shot to try and get the brainbox kicked in.