Fandom: Samurai ChamplooPairing: Fuu/Mugen/Jin (though, not really)
Rating: PG-ish
Genre: General
Prompt: Dream
Dedication: SJ Smith, whom I hope likes this.
A/N: My first foray into this fandom, constructive criticism is welcome, so don't be shy about commenting. And I think it's funny how this has such a long title for such a short story. It's more of a drabble, really.
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She waits for the day when they will inevitably have to say good bye.
She lets the insults slide off her back when they say stupid things, like promising to kill each other once they're done with her quest, though they do not understand why she travels such a great distance.
They both figure it has got to be important, even if they do not understand the vagaries of female intentions – it's either love or revenge she's after. She's devoted, nonetheless.
The further along they go, the more endless the roads get and it often feels like déjà vu or a dream she's gone through over and over. Except she doesn't know how it ends because she wakes up before her time.
She's heard it said that memories are like dreams – a window to another time you cannot touch or change, but only stand by as a spectator. She wonders how she'll remember these days: the wandering, the lack of money and food and the trouble they inadvertently get into.
Whatever her reasons (and theirs for following her), both men respect her tenacity.
And sometimes, she sees what they mean about seeing but not being able to touch. Like when her bodyguards tend to fight each other or blow their travel budget on prostitutes (or whatever it is guys do) and she can barely do anything to stop them, except screech at them until all three wind up with headaches and emptier pockets than when they started.
It could be a lot worse, but that's not why she isn't dying to part with them both.
Even though Mugen can be a pig with his manners and Jin is the stoniest human she's come across, they've kept her safe. While they drive her crazy with their quirks, she figures that there are worse things than a pair of grown men who complain about working in legitimate jobs that don't require intimidation or can't share the last of the red bean dumplings.
But that's just the way her world goes and she figures, it's not exactly a dream, but it isn't a nightmare either.
She gets the feeling she'll remember this well.