A/N: Good morrow my dear friends! Okay, so right after I watched SamCham I thought "Do other people ship Mugen and Fuu?" Therefore, I sought on a quest to find fanfics about them, and I was like WHOA IT REALLY IS A THING! I ship them hard now for what reason? You may ask, yes there is a bit of chemistry but I have noticed that they don't really complement each other, with Fuu being whiny, and Mugen being too gruff, they'll only get on each other's nerves, but that is the fun bit about them, you can get to develop their character! WHOO.

I will gladly accept criticism (I know it will hurt though ahaha huhu). Again, I don't expect many reviews, although I do wish I could get some and yah.

Also dedicated to my friend for supporting me. THANK YOU FRIEND! Do your best in your stories and DON'T PROCRASTINATE. We can do this.

I hope you enjoy!

small potatoes: Ten also means heaven in japanese, so you know double meanings.

∞Drabble I: Bowl Brawls∞

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Udon noodles were viciously grasped by wooden chopsticks.

Chopsticks wrestled.

As if merely inhaling air, they consumed the food without mercy.

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"This…is…mine! Akk no!"

Teeth gritting, the tramp forcefully reclaimed the tofu.

"I'm not gonna let you sleep with bombshells tonight!" Fuu voiced out.

Horrified eyes shot at them from the streets of Nagasaki. "I-is this what they call sharing?" The indigo-donned man wondered, but just resumed in doing his job.

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Their eyes blazed at each other as they continue to gulp down the spicy kitsune udon. Brows crossed, as well as the wooden sticks which nearly broke out of the tight clasps from their fingers.

He slurped the slippery noodle.

She slurped back.

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Eyes ignited with astonishment when they found themselves not an inch apart, nor a millimeter apart from each other.

In fact, there was no gap.

She felt her ribcage jabbing out when her stomach growled. "Oi, how much ye got?" The ebony-haired tramp said in his accustomed croaky voice.

"5 mon," she said after pulling out 5 brass coins from her kimono. A scowl was directed to her, before he beckoned to a vendor's stall. "Let's buy some udon there. Dough's on you." Of course, she presumed. Typical Mugen.

"Oi skin'ead, how much for one bowl?" The indigo-donned senior shot the vagabond a foul look from the epithet addressed to him. A smack was what he earned and the girl immediately voiced an apology after.

"5 mon." He retorted.

"EHH?!" The woman scratched her head, reaching for the pouch with her hard-earned money (which was barely worth any value)

"Aissh," Nose twitching, the tramp crossed his arms, blatantly hoisting his feet on the table top. "Guess, no udon for you little bi-" A hand landed on his head for the second time, albeit neither blow affected his hardheadedness.

"We'll share, ojiisan." Hesitatingly, she muttered yet managed to spread a smile across her face.

"Hell, I wouldn't share with yo-"

Bam, his face landed on the alder table.

In synchrony, their stomachs churned as they exchanged cloudy breaths. She gaped at his dark savage eyes, somehow unravelling to a brighter shade of slate. He saw her shiny chocolate eyes, mirroring his despicable lowlife self, unlike her. Something undefined filled their cores, The spice from the udon? The bile of repugnance? Or the ounce of intoxicating longing compelling them to stay?

Definitely not the longing.

Realization occurred to them. In unison, they broke off the contact, wide-eyed still after the fluke.

"EW. PUWEH, FWEH." She almost gagged from the remnants of the food stuck in her throat, as well as the 'revolting' taste of the tramp's mouth. "Just pretend that never happened." Her voice trembled, cheeks flushed which he thought was a response from the spicy dish.

"Yea, right," Gruffly, he retorted, while biting his inner cheek. Slumping on the wooden seat, he crossed his arms but again and sprawled comfortably. "Shoulda asked four-eyes."

"But, he said he didn't have any money." She said as her lips pursed. Avoiding any close contact was the only thing she could settle for at the moment.

Meanwhile, a tall pale man arranged his glasses. He reached for a small pouch, ample with coins resonating small peals as he shook it. "Hmm…" Wee a smirk adorned on his mouth before looking back to see Fuu and the tramp at the vendor's stall.

A/N: Jin knows. . .huehue. So what did you think? I hope it isn't weird ahaha. Update frequency may vary, as I've said in my profile. I hope you enjoyed! YEY

By the way, do you see the reference? Fuu and the tramp lol.

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