A song-fic. "Boys Don't Cry" from Vocaloid. This one's a modern AU. Fuu's POV.
I do NOT own Samurai Champloo or any of its characters, nor do I own Boys Don't Cry.
After graduation, I stayed behind in the classroom
Hoping that you'll talk to me
Since I'm alone, my fantasy takes life
And I fall into my comfortable illusion
"Do you feel the same way?"
Mugen? You, Jin, and me were the school's famous idiot trio. You and me would always bicker endlessly, while Jin would observe us. And when we'd go too far, he'd break our argument with a logical approach. Every once in awhile, you two would do that as well. It was entertaining-because you'd eventually give up goading him into a reaction you wanted-he was never really one to express emotion. Though, on occasion, he'd openly mock your intelligence when you just barely passed an exam.
Just like the happy end of a 2D animation's
Satisfying under development
Couldn't someone like me
Be the main character?
You were the bad boy player, Jin was the typical glasses-type, always worrying about two certain fools. I was titled the girls' 'Sunflower Prince'. They called me that because I love everything to do with sunflowers..because I stood tall like one. Because I was a tomboy-I preferred sports over indoor hobbies. I chose to wear jeans and shorts, sneakers-instead of skirts and heels. To everyone, I was approachable-more so than you and Jin. I'd always greet them with a huge grin.
I was riding on assumptions
To the relieved stupid, stupid me
Teach me, what should I have done?
I've always loved you, Mugen. Ever since elementary school. We were always friends, the three of us. We went almost everywhere together. Until graduation came. I had childishly assumed we'd be together for life. No-actually, I refused to even think about it, I had so much fun. Didn't wanna put a damper on it. When I woke up the next day, my first thought was 'No more school!'. I was so happy. I hurried over to our usual spot, a small cafe. I ended up waiting there most of the day-and the idea was setting in. I paid for my food, and headed over to the arcade, and played. At the end of the day, I ended up going home. Alone.
After that, I saw you only once
You changed little except the way you held yourself
I tried to talk to you
But I saw the woman beside you
And withdrew my hand
About two years have passed, since graduation. I got myself a job as a waitress at nice, cozy pub diner, and a decent apartment. I've met Jin, and he'd told me he was planning to propose to a lucky girl. I gushed over that. After, we caught up. Talked about all sorts of things. I told him he could bring her over-and everything would be on me. He chuckled at that, and left. Then in the early evening, when my friend called, asking me to tend the bar for awhile for him, you came in. You were instantly recognizable. Your hair was a bit shorter, a little less unkempt. You still had the jade earrings from the truth or dare game we played. You still had that lopsided smile, and although what you wore was a lot nicer than what you did when we were younger, I could see you still liked the red I suggested. My heart fluttered, and I went to reach you, but..there, behind you, following you, was a beautiful young woman. I then realized she's the one you smiled for.
My heart dropped as I finally noticed the more 'Mature' air about you. You stood..more refined. Like a gentleman, no longer slouched. I shuffled over, discreetly putting my nametag in my pocket. As I came over, she had excused herself to the restroom. You heaved a familiar sigh-the one you usually make when something isn't sitting well for you-staring boredly at the television, resting your head on your hands, elbows propped up. I snorted out a laugh at the huge deja vu, and you looked at me, with a raised brow.
"Woman troubles?"
"Ain't none of your business, hag." You little..
I dramatically leaned over the counter to peek down the hall towards the restroom.
"Looks like she's gonna take her sweet time, kid." I shrugged, setting a glass in front of you. "Might as well spit it out."
You frown at me, and pointedly ignore me. I count to ten. Then, you whisper something.
"Booze.."
I cup a hand around an ear, slightly leaning towards you, with a smirk. "Can't hear ya, speak into my 'good ear'."
You click your tongue in annoyance and glare at me from the corner of your eye. My smirk turns into a smile.
"Hmm?"
"Booze."
"Wasn't so hard, now, was it?" I turn to the back shelf, skimming through the stock within my reach. I pick out one that seems to be more 'vintage' than the others, but believe me when I say this place doesn't stock vintage. I hold it up, looking at you from over my shoulder, silently asking a question. You stare in, what is that..? Recognition? Awe?
"Oi, kid. This or something else?" I interrupt your obvious inner monologue.
"...'s fine." You look back at the television with a frown. As I take your glass to the other end, put in two ice cubes, one at a time, before bringing it back over, I notice your glancing.
"Hey.." You furrow your brows, looking at me, as I set down the glass.
"Hmm?" I hum, opening the bottle.
"..your familiar." I widen my eyes minutely, and as the bottle pops open, I snap back into reality before even going into a fantasy. I silently pour you your first glass, and after I fill it up, I set the bottle down. Calm, Fuu. This is Mugen. Right? I raise a brow at you, and poorly imitate your voice.
"..your familiar." I cackle. I remember what my friend told me about his experience in the bar tending service, and decide to play along with it-might get you to talk. "Maybe because I have an aura about me? You know, the one where your able to vent all your troubles onto?" I grin slyly as you roll your eyes.
"An 'Aura', my ass. You don't have shit goin' for ya."
"I don't?" I tilt my head, mentally following your side-line of sight, as you drink. Bingo.
"Then why are you staring at my tits?" I smirk, as you cough it up in surprise.
"Mugen!" I wrinkle my nose at the overly girly voice from the hall, and you scowl at the sound.
"Sounds like she wants you. Better rush in like a knight on a white horse."
"Yeah, fucking right.." You take out your wallet, and leave money behind, as you walk to where she is, reverting to your 'gentleman' stance.
Just like the happy end of a 2D animation's
Courageous main character
Why couldn't someone like me
Step forward?
I waver at the sight of your strong back. Jealousy stings like a bitch. I pick up the money, put it in the register, and I can't help it.
"Mugen, you idiot. I'm Fuu..." In the corner of my eye, you stiffen, and I turn to go to the back and spend a little more time than needed to gather cleaning supplies.
"Mugen!"
I'm dominated by paranoia and self-pity
This stupid, stupid me
Help me, I want to get out now.
I lean on the door frame, and breathe. I thought I had finally resolved myself, but then, you had to come and ruin it. I love you, Mugen, you idiot. I missed you.
Just like the happy end of a 2D animation's
Satisfying under development
Couldn't someone like me
Be the main character?
I grip the frame tightly, and squeeze my eyes shut, feeling tears threatening to escape.
I was riding on assumptions
To the relieved stupid, stupid me
I remember your cruel words. Words which hurt me, but yet, keep me going. You were only a child, then..but so was I. I confessed to you, and you rejected me-misunderstood what I said. And everyone saw. And I cried for all I was worth. You idiot.
Teach me, what should I have done?
'Hey, Fuu.'
'Why're ya cryin'?'
'Your a boy, right?'
'So don't cry, a'ight?'
'Boys don't cry.'
I break. I let the tears flow.
"Bullshit." I spat, my voice cracking, and I just cry. For all I'm worth. Which is a shit ton. I smile.
If your wondering why Mugen calls Fuu 'hag' it's because she's not wearing make-up, and looks tired and stressed-which makes her seem old. I may post a second chapter for Mugen's POV. But I can't promise anything.
