Drabbles ,mostly fuuxmugen orientated. Joy don't know if this will be a one shot, but enjoy it anyways. ((And Review it please)) I guess this is set around ep. 11.
Fuu sat by the window looking out quite bored, day dreaming about what will happened when she finds the samurai who smells of Sunflowers, but with the turn of her head her mind was set to wake. Her chocolate brown eyes ran over the sleeping body of one of her "body guards" the more dirtier of the two. Her eyes were then directed to that big mass of hair, like some gringy mopped that had been used over and over again to clean up messes, but had never been bothered to be cleaned itself.
It resembled a lot about him, as Fuu brewed, one hand cupping her face. Too proud to comb it, wash it, tame it. Like it was a badge of honor he wore on his shoulder. He was like a wild dog, his eyes untrusting, skin rough, and his attitude even tougher. While Jin, who's whereabouts were unknown, was a cat, who held himself gracefully and kept up his basic hygiene.
Has he ever tried to brush it? Her thoughts were broken by a loud snore as Mugen rolled on his back, arms sprawled out that way, his legs the other way. Like some demented star fish on the sea bed. That beetle of his crawled out from under his clothes, dragging that rock around as the 15 year lol girl cringed. What bugs were crawling around in that hair too? Lice, nits? Proubly fleas ,he really was like a stray dog.
Standing up Fuu walked reached into her kimono's sleeve and slipped out a wooden brush. Walking over with a determined look on her face she got on her knees beside the sleeping pirate and reached down to tug at the brown tendrils, a look of anticipation on her pale face.
With contact met Mugens eyes shot up,and not only that. Fuu leaped away as if he was a wolf about to strike out, hiding the brush behind her back. Mugen sat up, scratching his head, his fingers digging under the thick coarse hair." What the fuck were you doing..?" Looking over at her, who had a really suspicious look on her face "Anooo…hehehehe."
"Meh..whatever.." Lying back down he turned on his side, his back facing her, as Fuu stood up and dusted off herself, returning to her seat by the window, her comb on the window sill. Looking up at the sky, sighing over her unsuccessful mission. Her hand cupping her face, her eyes lightly hooded as she yawned, brewing once more. Bringing up memories she had remembered always begging for a pet, tugging on her mothers sleeve whenever they passed any animal ,a roster, a fish, you name it. Finally her Mother gave in and got her a cat, a graceful cat who had no interest in Fuu, and as Fuu looked behind her shoulder, at the sleeping Mugen, like a lazy mutt with that hair he was to proud of to take care of. She remembered instead of a cat, she had always really wanted a dog.