I is for Idiosyncrasy
By: PhoenixJustice
Disclaimer: Samurai Champloo is property of many people who are not me. I only own this story and make no profit from this.
Pairing: Mugen/Jin.
Setting: Sometime during the anime.
Summary: Spending all this time looking for a stupid samurai that smelled of sunflowers (and wasn't that specific enough!) must be making his head go loopy.
Part Nine of the Alphabet Chronicles.
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Really though, it was fucking stupid. Why the fuck was he dreaming about the fish lipped asshole again anyhow? Maybe it was due to proximity; yeah, that had to be it. They were around each other all the fucking time.
Spending all this time looking for a stupid samurai that smelled of sunflowers (and wasn't that specific enough!) must be making his head go loopy.
That'd be the only thing that'd make sense, why he'd dream of him.
Dream of him lying down on the soft grass, looking up at him with a soft look that certainly the other man never could express in anything outside of dreams, dream of his pale, pale skin as the kimono leaves his shoulders, his body. Dream of him as Mugen's own rough tongue licks down a path, listening to the soft moans he makes underneath him.
In those dreams, he could allow himself to...to...
No. Fuck that. He couldn't think of that. Couldn't think of those wants, or desires, or acknowledge they ever exist. He'd get laughed away by Jin if the samurai ever found out.
No matter how much Mugen dreamed otherwise.
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-PhoenixJustice