It's Worth Fighting with You
a Samurai Champloo Fuugen oneshot
"You know, there's no one else I'd rather fight with," Mugen said, rolling over to face Fuu. He watched that all too familiar mad, pouty look start to form on her face at his words. So he headed her off before she started yelling and grabbing her clothes and heading for the door.
"It's not a bad thing. It's actually a compliment," the swordsman said.
"Really?" She glared at him with a thoroughly pissed off look. "Because I missed the compliment in there."
He rolled his eyes. "What I mean, Fuu, is I'm still around."
She looked even madder. He couldn't decide if he wanted that or not…
She sat up, turning away far too quickly so all he had to look at was her back. "You are such a jerk sometimes! What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she demanded as she gathered her clothes from the ground.
He stood now too. "Fuu, just hear me out!"
She paused in dressing, only her nagajuban on. Her shoulders rose slightly in a way that Mugen knew meant she was closing her eyes and pressing her lips together as she breathed deeply through her nose. She turned around, arms crossed across her breast, one foot tapping against the tatami lightly in annoyance.
However, she didn't make another move for the rest of her clothes, so Mugen took it as a go ahead sign.
"What I mean, is I've never put in any effort into any relationship."
"I already knew that since you never seem to try with the emotional part. It's mostly about the sex with us," she said.
"Are you gonna let me finish my thought or not, woman?" he snapped.
She shut her mouth and waited.
"Before I met you, it was just whoever would sleep with me. And if we slept together several nights in a row, we always ended up arguing. I would walk out and it would be over."
"And? Why am I different?"
"Because I keep coming back. Instead of leaving for good, I actually take the time to try to work things out with you.
"What I'm saying is I can't leave you. So I put in the effort to make up with you, knowing that we're probably going to fight again. A lot like we are right now."
Her mouth twitched a bit, the way it always did when she was trying really hard not to smile. He closed the distance between them, sliding an arm around her waist to rest on the small of her back.
"You dumb broad… why do you always jump to the worst conclusion?" he grinned.
She opened her mouth to argue, but he swiftly covered it with his own, taking his time exploring it with his tongue. He pulled back, a smirk on his face as he leaned his forehead against hers.
"The reason I like fighting is because I'd rather make up with you than someone else." He tugged her robe off her shoulders. "Besides, you're a lot better in bed when we're making up."
"I knew this was somehow about the sex," she said a little breathily as he began to kiss his way down her neck.
He laughed as he began working on the knot holding her nagajuban closed.
Definitely worth the fighting, he thought as they returned to the futon.
A/N: A plot bunny that bit me during work today. And my first Samurai Champloo fanfic! Love for all! And yes, teen for innuendo… and some language… Mugen swears… I love him for that. Mostly because I love not having to rein myself in.