AN- This is going to be a series of random short drabbles. Don't expect anything deep or logical, I'm probably writing them to keep myself sane in lit class.
Disclaimer: If I owned Champloo, we would know Jin's backstory by now.
Warmth
If there was one thing Mugen hated, it was being sick. He might be able to handle it if he was miserable and bedridden for a day and then over it, but that wasn't how it worked. No, he had been coughing for days, just sick enough to piss him off and it wouldn't go away. It didn't help that it was freezing out. He scooted closer to the fire, which Fuu had left burning again. She always forgot to put out the fire.
Jin appeared at the edge of the trees, wringing water out of his hair. He was so girly about regular bathing, even when it was so cold. It was ridiculous. He glanced at Mugen, then at the fire.
"Fire will attract wild animals at night," Jin said, kicking sand on the fire. "If Fuu doesn't put it out, you need to."
"Tche," Mugen spat. Jin looked up.
"You're cold."
"Am not," Mugen muttered, scowling at the dying fire. Jin stared at him for a moment. Then he took off his outer kimono, tossed it at Mugen, and lay down.
"What theā¦" Mugen glared at him. "I don't want this!"
"Go to sleep."
Mugen snorted and rolled over. He pulled the indigo fabric around him, enjoying the wamth.
Oh dear. I do hope it's called a kimono. Next- Urban Ledgends I- Waiting.
