More Hugs and Naps

Samurai Champloo: FuuXMugen

Disclaimer: I do not own Samurai Champloo or any of its characters.

Previously:

The world was so unfair to him! "Nooo nnaaaaap! Mama, nooo nnaaaap!" The crying and high-pitched screaming only getting louder.

She did a mental face palm at her forgetfulness. The boy was not a fan of the dreaded "nap time."

Where was Mugen when she needed him?

Somewhere near the river's edge a startled ruffian sporting blue tattoos looked up from his perched spot, "huh…" looking around suspiciously for a while until he felt the coast was clear, "…that's frickin' weird," and he continued with his work. He could have sworn he heard someone talking about him. Shrugging his shoulders he focused on catching lunch.

He became distracted when he remembered what happened a few hours before.

His wife had just kissed him goodbye, err…well technically they weren't married but they were practically husband and wife, he did tell everyone she was his woman and to him that was close enough, besides she never complained, and she even told him she was happier than any married woman she knew.

He was off to catch them some fish for lunch but made sure to say his goodbye's that morning to them even if it was only for a few hours. It took the boy a bit longer to say goodbye to him, seeing as he refused to unwrap his arms from his father's neck for a good ten minutes. Eventually he let go when he promised to teach him how to fish when he was older, which to the boy's innocent mind meant "tomorrow."

His parents weren't going to try and correct him, 'small victories,' they would take them.

He found himself smirking at the memory; the boy was a 'chip-off the old block.' His kid couldn't wait to learn how to fish, and he remembered the look on his boy's face when he gave him his newly crafted toy wooden sword. Not too shabby for a fake sword.

"…wonder what they're up to right now?" he thought aloud, "…huh, probably givin' his mom hell."

Elsewhere, the peace in their hut was shattered, with the boy's earsplitting screams.

Gathering him up in her arms she stated, "Come on sweetheart, just for a little while."

"Noooo! He started to pound on his mothers shoulders, "Won't, won't! Won't mama, won't!"

"It will pass before you know it." She said sweetly.

"No nap! Noooo!" Pausing his tantrum long enough to look at his ever-patient mother, he noticed that her usually smiling face had a rather hard look to it; this was a loosing battle for him.

Realizing that his mother was not going to relent this time, he decided to pull out his not-so secret: Ace in the Hole. A concept he had learned from his father. Desperate times did call for desperate measures after all!

"Tell on you!" He nodded his head. "Tell, tell, teeeell!"

The boy had his parents wrapped around his chubby little finger, that much he knew, and whenever one parent did something that displeased him, he would tell the other parent of his woes. An effective weapon according to his genius baby mind.

Truth is if any other child pulled half the things that her child pulled, that child would find his or herself with a smart bottom, but Fuu just couldn't bring herself to inflict any type of harm on her son, she pretty much left the 'spanking duty' to Mugen, but even Mugen found it difficult to do, something she was glad for.

Returning her focus to her son in her arms, she tried to keep herself from laughing aloud at the calmer but still disgruntled look on his face, lest that cause the boy to become further angered. '…such a temper he has.' She decided to change the subject and tell him a story.

At least that was the plan until she had caught a whiff of a rather familiar and unforgettable smell.

She looked down at her son who seemed to be thinking really hard, and she wrinkled her nose in discomfort. You'd think she would be used to the smell by now.

"Oh my goodness! Someone needs to be changed, such a smelly little boy! And we just had a bath too." She stated with wide eyes and teasing to her tone.

"Tee-hahaha!" He laughed catching on to his mother's playful jest.

"Baby fine, baby clean!"

"No-no-no. My baby is not fine, he needs to be changed." '…again,' she mentally thought with a sigh.

"Whatever am I gonna do?" She exclaimed as she held him in the air and rasberried his little belly, causing him to cry out in a delighted squeal. He certainly did love his mother!

Sitting him back down she got out a fresh cloth to wrap him up in. As soon as he was returned to the futon, he laid voluntarily on his back with his feet in the air; his way of assisting his poor tired mother while she made sure to change the soiled cloth that he used as a diaper.

While in the process of changing her son, Fuu remembered the one time Mugen had got stuck with diaper duty, she found herself giggling aloud. Needless to say she was never able to trick him again into changing a diaper.

'Where is he anyway? It's getting late.'

After changing the diaper she asked her son, "All better, my wild boy?"

Sitting up he answered, "Yes! Baby… baby good. Baby no nap!"

'Damn, he hasn't forgotten.' Ruffling his hair she turned around to dispose of the dirty diaper and in that instant the unusually fast two-year-old was up and out of his bedroom door. It took his unfortunate mother a moment to realize that the pitter patter of small feet was in-fact her son running out of his room, with nothing but his fresh diaper on.

At least he was wearing a new diaper that is until he somehow managed to pull it off his little bottom during his sprint for the front yard, all the while yelling, "No nap! Hate nap! Hate-hate-hate!"

He wasn't going to be taken down without a fight; he had a reputation to protect after all!

Snapping herself out of her initial shock, she raced after him with an apron in her hand to wrap around him, but the boy was even faster than she thought. All that exercise he did with Mugen during their sword-play-time was really paying off for his small legs.

That's when she heard it in the distance, the scrape of metal against rock getting closer and closer. "Oh thank goodness!" She expressed aloud. Her son must have heard it too because he made a beeline for his father.

Now Mugen was definitely the type of guy with excellent eyesight and he trusted what his eyes showed him. So when he happened to see in the distance a small child, as naked as the day he was born, running straight towards him, he wasn't all that surprised to see a woman closely following.

Dropping his load of fresh fish from his shoulder to the ground, he took a few quick steps and picked-up his sprinting naked kid, whom quickly wrapped his arms and legs around his father, and was followed by a very tired looking Fuu.

When she reached the two she placed the apron over her son's exposed back, resting her head on Mugen's shoulder, but not before reaching up and giving him quick and grateful pecks to his lips, which Mugen made sure to return with a bit more force than necessary. He kissed her forehead then much softer, and chuckled at her when she laid her head on his shoulder, resting as much of her weight on his side as possible.

He could hear the both of them panting lightly now trying to catch their breaths and he couldn't help but to think, 'Yep, definitely a chip-off the old block.'

I wanted to make their son as realistic as possible, and let's be honest here people, kids have tantrums all the time and their two-year-old is no exception. They don't call 'em the terrible two's for nothing! Plus, I couldn't imagine their child not having somewhat of a temper, at least not for this story. What a little Hell raiser! Please read and review!