Series of interconnected drabbles, Fuugen and Jinno, about stuff and reincarnation. Different POVs. Mmkay, so I also wanted to say that one of my favourite fanfics (which is basically headcannon for me) is calledWaitress by lupi81. It's basically pretty much perfect. So seeing as how I've had to accept that I'll never be able to write something as perfect as that, I've had to write my own. But her's has been a massive massive influence on mine, safe to say. Oh, and one last thing. In the show and manga most times, Mugen actually doesn't swear at Fuu, he just uses very derogatory verb tenses/pronouns. I just needed to say that. You can read my shitty stuff now~
Stanza 1.
Every time she lamented to someone, they always had a variation of the same response to her; that if she had met them, it was due to their fates intertwined. It had gone on so long it had almost been drilled into her head. But she'd never thought just how interconnected they really were.
In that lifetime itself, she hadn't been able to live without him. Her mother had often talked about the big brother Fuu had. He had died when he was 3 days old, before they even had a chance to name him, but her mother never ever forgot him. He would have been 5 years older to Fuu if he had lived, and whenever things got tough and whenever she was alone, Fuu would often yearn for him, for what she imagined a big brother's shelter would be like, a big broad back protecting her and playing with her and never leaving her. Whenever her mother had been asked about her children, she'd always answered two, never talking about her son's early death until probed. She had never called Fuu an only child either. Fuu often thought that if her big brother had been alive, her father wouldn't have left. Maybe had more of a reason to stay together as a family, even if they were a nomadic one in constant peril.
So, when she had found Jin, she thought she had found him. The soul of her older brother, unable to stay in that frail 3 day old baby body, had found another, sturdier body, a warrior's body, and then found her. She had found it easy to hide behind that broad back in times of fear, or to lean on that sturdy shoulder in times of worry. But the same fears she had for her father remained for Jin. When Jin had left with Sara, without protest or fuss, it had just underlined that to her. It was the loss of blood family for Fuu all over again.
But Mugen. Mugen was different. In Mugen she never saw the family she had had. She only seen the family she wanted to make. In Fuu's mind, Mugen's back was broader than Jin's. When she cried, she wished that Mugen would notice and console her, never Jin. Whenever she was kidnapped, she hadn't ever mentally screamed for Jin. It was always Mugen.
So when they had parted ways, she had promised not to look back. She had lied to them about lying which way the toss had landed, in an effort to make them hate her, so that she wouldn't go back running to them a minute later. But the mind was an extraordinary thing. Even though she had made every effort to wrench herself free from their company, not a day went by which wasn't filled with sighs and wishes for their return, one's more than the other's. It was the only way she got through every day.