a game of chess
by: darkestbeforedawn
summary: because they're all being moved by something else than themselves. one-shots, drabbles, centered on the characters; mugen, fuu, and jin. may have pairings.
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vingette one: pawn.
no pairings, fuu-centered.
pawn: considered weakest of all the pieces, but once reaching enemy territory, will be exchanged for the queen. may only move directly ahead.
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Fuu wondered exactly how long they've been going up this hill. She felt her hair stick with sweat to her neck, and her legs growing slightly tingly with strain. Her zori began to come looser as she walked on. She felt them get slippery with sweat, and considered taking them off until she remembered the blisters she already has.
She paused for only a moment, when the noise from her other two companions began to grow unbearable. She swiveled around to look at Mugen, exhausted, sweaty and irritated. He openly voiced his grief and hissed at the other man. Jin, dutifully walking on, beared his grievances with admirable silence. His pale face was slightly pink from the heat.
Fuu was ready to suggest them pausing and resting, before she felt something leak from her feet. She glanced downwards, and noticed how her zori was soaking with something red.
Blood.
She wasn't shocked, and she didn't blanche at the sight. Rather, she took off both zori sandals, and wiped her feet with a cloth hidden in her sleeve. She straightened up, and continued walking, her blood-soaked towel abandoned.
There was still bloody footprints leading up to her, and the two men behind her grew silent.
It was Jin that noticed first, but Mugen was the one that yelled at her stupidity.
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