by Eternal Angel
2.
Her house is small and away from the busy main streets of the growing town she resides in. There are dozens of sunflowers that greet them from her front yard as she drags him into her home. She kicks off her sandals while making it up the steps, abandoning one of them on the second step and the other on the ground as she makes it onto the veranda.
He thinks the house is decent although he is not much of a judge on things like that. He never was one that stayed long enough in one place to ever consider a permanent residence.
That flying animal from before flies up next to him and sits on his shoulder as a greeting. Mugen is surprised it is still alive as it squeaks at him a bit before flying to Fuu, rubbing her cheek as a greeting. She looks happy, in this place, as well as over eager to give him a tour.
There are bits and pieces of her in every room. Her lingering scent as well as small trinkets he knew that she must have bought. She used to always stare into shops when they traveled; looking at things she wanted to buy. However, those times were also short lived because calls from rumbling stomachs often pushed away thoughts of buying "things" and replaced it with thoughts of buying food. Back then, all the money that the three of them earned all went to food, transportation, and if they had the money, a stay at an inn rather than staying in abandoned houses and temples they would find.
He still lives that way, although it's easier with one than there is with three. At least with one you didn't have to worry about food for the other two, all you have to worry about is yourself. With one, he was free to stay and go as he pleased. He could drink all day, womanize at night, and get into as many fights as he pleased and then not have to worry about having to go to some place or another or having to rescue someone because she got kidnapped.
"It's small," she tells him at the end of the tour, "but its home."
They're back in the main room again and he realizes that he's tired (probably caused by the fact that Fuu's been talking too much since she found him in the street). He lies down in the middle of the room, yawning, hands behind his head, one foot resting on the other. "Where's your husband? What's his name anyways?"
Fuu sits down next to him, though it takes her a bit more time to plop down aside of him. Mugen can feel her warmth right besides him as he closes his eyes to rest for a bit. "Subaru's at work right now. He'll be back soon; he often leaves early these days."
"What's your husband gonna think with me here?"
She lets out a giggle or two, amused that he even thought about that. "Subaru knows about Jin and you and about our adventure together. Jin comes every so often and visits me; he doesn't live too far away. He even came to the ceremony."
While it doesn't surprise him at all that she's meet up with Jin again (it has been years since they split and fate always had a way of bringing people back together), it surprise him that Jin is still active in her life, although it did make sense. During the time they spent together, Jin was always the steady one.
"He's happy," she continues on, "he married Shino-san."
"Shino-san is the brothel worker?"
"She's not in a brothel worker anymore."
There's a bit of silence and he feels a faint touch against his face. Fuu draws lines on his face with her finger, tracing curves and little scars she finds before they end up threading themselves in his hair.
"Your hair's gotten fairly long." She's stroking his hair with her fingertips. "Not to mention that it feels really dirty. Mugen, when was the last time you've taken a bath?"
He opens his eyes and sees her looking down at him, her expression gentle. He wonders if he should take his hand and grab her wrist to stop her from fooling around with his hair. But a mischievous look twinkles in her eyes and she ruffles his hair so it's a mess.
He grumbles something obscene before responding to her question. "Dunno, some time last week I think."
The side of her face twitches in a way that says that the answer that she has received was one that she was not happy with at all. She messes up his hair more and he reaches to grab her hand and detangle it from his hair.
"That's sooooo disgusting. There's a bathhouse in back, go and take a bath because that's just dirty. Your clothing is probably as filthy as you are as well! You'll have to change and I'll get those washed as well."
"Hey," Mugen growls at her comment. He lets go of her hand and stands up. Towering above her, he musses up her hair as retribution for his hair's current disarray. She swats his hand away from her.
Even though the bath was something she had told him to do, he couldn't help but think it seemed like a good idea. He starts his way back to the house only get a tug on the tail of his shirt.
"Ne…." she says, looking up from him from her seat. "Before you take a bath… you're going to half to help me get up. I don't think I can manage to get up from down here."
"Baka."
Inamorata (noun) - a woman with whom one is in love or has an intimate relationship.
I hope it doesn't make it seem as though Fuu is a horrible flirt. She isn't. There's just something deeper going on... (shrugs) Oh well, can't really explain. Again, roughly edited by me. I tried to keep the tenses right but... who knows. It's sort of written more in Mugen's perspective rather than Fuu that's why it's not too uber detailed. Hope you guys like!