The Salon

Samurai Champloo: FuuXMugen

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Samurai Champloo or any of its characters.

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They had finished breakfast a while before, giving Fuu plenty of time to lose her chubby girl weight. Now that she was back to normal, much to Mugen's relief, she began to dress properly for the day. Mugen was still being Mugen lying on the porch of their hut scratching his stomach, still trying to digest the early breakfast Fuu had given him. He didn't quite know why she had cooked so early in the morning, but he wasn't one to refuse breakfast. Thanks to Fuu he had put on more weight, he was still lanky but now he looked much less malnourished.

Coming out of the hut, Fuu stepped over her wild mutt of a boyfriend. He took note of how much she was in a hurry, as well as how she had left all her hair down not bothering to fix it. This was how he liked seeing her, with her hair down flowing around her shoulders. It had grown quite long and that was how he liked it, it was wild, just like him.

"Hey babe, what's the rush?" Fuu stopped in her tracks and looked back at him, then looked back to the road and then back at him again. Mugen was getting rather suspicious. Getting up into a lazy sitting position, he scratched his neck and yawned, and then he stood up crossing his arms and looked at her rather suggestively.

Fuu became rather embarrassed, 'Oh no, I know what's on his mind, he'll just have to wait for me to come back.'

"Mugen…I'm kinda in a hurry, I'll have a surprise when I get back, okay." Turning around she began to head out, when she heard him walking up behind her. Stopping she looked over her shoulder. Mugen stopped walking and had his hands crossed behind his back, and was smirking at her nonchalontly. Growling at Mugen she began to walk again, and again she heard him walking behind her, purposefully dragging his feet so she would hear him.

"Grrrr, Mugen!"

"Yeah?" He said as innocently as possible.

"What part of, 'it's a surprise,' do you not get?"

Then Mugen replied, "Ya know I don't much care for any kinds a damn surprises, girly."

Fuu sighed defeated, "Mugen you won't like where I'm going. You're going to complain the whole time, but if you want to come that bad then let's go, I'll miss my appointment."

She did not miss the grin of victory on Mugen's part as he began to run his fingers through her long silky locks.

When they arrived at the Salon, Mugen grabbed onto Fuu's arm gently.

"Oi, what the hell is this place?"

Fuu looked absolutely delighted!

"Great we made it on time, come on let's go!" Pulling her arm from his grasp she took his hand and led him into the Salon. Mugen looked around him rather confused, and he followed Fuu into the empty seat and took note of the female employee sweeping what looked to be a lot of stray hairs on the floor. He also did not fail to see the set of knives off to the side. But what really tipped him off was when one of the employees began to part Fuu's hair down the middle, or should he say his hair, and then the woman began to brush it.

"Oh hell no…"

Both Fuu and the woman looked up at him.

"Mugen what's wrong with you?"

Walking up to Fuu he stared down the lady who was going to cut his hair. The woman looked terrified! Fuu quickly intervened.

Jumping up she shouted, "Mugen! Back off what are you doing, it's a haircut! She's not going to slit my throat ya know!"

"Grabbing Fuu's arm once more he shouted, get your ass outta that seat woman, ya ain't gettin' no hair cut and that's all there is to it!"

Mugen was pissed! Fuu pinched the bridge of her nose in complete frustration, "Mugen we talked about this a while back. My hair is too long, way too long for a waitress."

Mugen wasn't budging, his face looked like it was suddenly carved out of stone, but at least he wasn't glaring at the poor employee anymore. Now his eyes were glued to Fuu.

A fact which the woman took full advantage of, slowly crawling away.

"I don't remember agreeing to anything, it's fine the way it is." He said tucking her hair behind her ears.

Fuu giggled and looked at the floor, she knew how much he liked to touch her hair and watch her brush it. 'Maybe he's got a hair fetish.' Looking at Mugen once more she giggled again, 'nope, just likes my hair.'

"Mugen, it's not going to be cut that short, just a little bit." Then she showed him how short she had planned to have it cut. He seemed to be paying attention, much more closely then she would have expected. 'Oh Mugen…'

"Come on Mugen you can watch while it gets cut, and if you think that its being cut too short, you can let me know."

Mugen seemed to be off in a daze but Fuu knew that he was weighing his options. Drag Fuu out of the store and face not 'getting any action' for days, he cringed. Or…let her get the damn hair cut so long as it's still long enough that he could run his fingers through it. Decisions, decisions.

"Hmph! Find then, get yur' hair cut, but I'll be watching!"

Fuu gave him a quick peck on the lips which immediately put a smile on his face. Well at least he would be 'getting some action' for sure after this.

Fuu sat back down in the chair and called the female stylist back out. She crawled out from behind the paying area, and slowly made her way back to the chair. Fuu greeted her with a smile and mouthed 'sorry' to her. When the stylist looked up at Mugen she noticed his eyes watching her pick up the knife, and he said or rather motioned by pointing to himself, his eyes, and her: 'I've got my eyes on you.' Taking a large gulp, she began the torturous task of cutting the girls rather long hair.

Mugen watched every move the stylist made, and his eyes would continuously flicker over to Fuu's, watching for any signs of discomfort from her. If this lady cut a part of Fuu she wasn't suppost to, Mugen would let her have it!

It didn't take too long and fortunately Mugen didn't intervene but he did get impatient. When it was all over Mugen nodded his head, Fuu happily leaped out of the chair, and the stylist let out a sigh of relief. She needed a vacation!

Fuu paid the lady, giving her extra for the trouble and they left the salon.

Walking along back to the hut Fuu said, "See Mugen, that wasn't so hard was it?"

But Mugen did not hear her, though his eyes were looking forward, his hand had crept back to her head and it was pleasantly running its fingers through his hair. Was it just Mugen's imagination or was Fuu's hair even more radiant than before? The couple continued to walk on when Fuu noticed a smile slowly emerge on Mugen's face, all the while his hand was still buried in her hair.

'Oh yeah, he's got a hair fetish, for sure.'

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I think it would have been even funnier if it had been Mugen's hair that Fuu wanted to have cut! That would have been hilarious; maybe I'll make a part two to this chapter!

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