Disclaimer: I do not own Samurai Champloo.
"Shit," Mugen hissed, feeling droplets starting to pound down to the earth mercilessly. Fuu shrieked, and Mugen winced.
Jin, ever the quiet one, muttered, "It would be wise to find shelter."
Mugen smirked. "What, you're not man enough to handle this?"
Jin rolled his eyes and subtly nodded his head toward Fuu, who had not shut up the whole time about the rain. Mugen groaned underneath his breath and slumped forward. Scowling, he turned to the whining girl.
"Hey, bitch! We're have to get to some shelter so pick up that skinny ass of yours and keep up or we'll leave you behind."
Fuu fumed and began screeching at him. "How dare you say such things to me; you should be grateful that I-" After a while, Mugen tuned her out, or at least, he tried to. It then started to really pour, drenching them all immediately. Fuu shrieked and her dumb squirrel flew inside her yukata for protection. Mugen clicked his tongue and just chuckled at her underneath his breath.
About half an hour passed, and the rain had not let up. Mugen was fine; he was used to it after all. Fish face didn't look pleased, but he was not one to complain, or talk at all. Mugen frowned. Fuu, however...
She was trembling. Her pouty lips were turning blue, and she was clutching Momo to her tightly. Her clothes were ill suited to this sort of weather, whereas Mugen's clothes were more suited for rain. Bowing his head, he hissed. "Tch!"
Fuu felt something warm and heavy flop on top of her head. "Hey!" she croaked, her face indignant and miserable.
"If you're not gonna wear it, shut up and give it back!" His ears were tinged red.
Fuu's eyes widened in realization. Mugen was- She smiled. Catching up with him, she grabbed hold of his arm, ignoring his sputters of protest. "You know, you're just a giant softie, aren't you?"
"...you little bitch."
fin.