Big Top Blues
cap'n coree
Chapter 7
After having bathed, Fuu strolled aimlessly through the crowd of circus performs getting ready. She felt guilty for avoiding Mugen for so long. Perhaps he was just as lonely as she was, and got caught up in the moment. She shouldn't have treated him so badly. Fuu decided that she would apologize to Mugen, so they could go back to being normal. After all, she was getting pre-show butterflies, and she could really use someone to talk to to help calm herself down.
The trouble was, she couldn't find Mugen anywhere. She counitinued her search, asking some of the less busy had they seen Mugen around, but no one seemed to be certian where he was. Finally Fuu was going to give up, and simply find Valjean, when somone seized her hand and began pulling her in the opposite direction.
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Isabella had finally coaxed Mugen inside her tent when Al came by making costume calls. Mugen, who was slightly shocked at the extremley forward behaviour Isabella was showing, tried to use this as an excuse to escape, but Isabella stopped him by wrapping and arm around his waist and dragging him back to the ground. Rolling ontop of Mugen to keep him from trying to get up again, she called back to Al that she didn't really feel like preforming that night.
Al heaved a sigh. "Isabella, you don't get to decide if your perform or not! It just doesn't work like that and you know it. Now if you don't get out here, I'm going to come in a drag you out!"
"DON'T YOU DARE, I'M NOT DECENT!" Isabella howled, heaving a sandal out the tent entrance that struck Al in the temple.
"Isabella, I-" Al was lost for words. He didn't know how to handle Isabella, never did. Perhaps if he had disciplined her earlier on then she wouldn't have turned out to be so difficult, but there was nothing to be done now. The costume director glared at him, as if insisting her think up the solution right away. He was an impatient man with a thin face, and even thinner hair.
"I have a lot of things I have to get done today, could you please handle Miss Isabella," the last two words were laced with venom. It made Al sad to think Isabella was so badly frowned upon in the company, but he couldn't blame them.
"What are we gonna do, boss?" The wiry young man next to him asked, his arms full of clothes.
"The only thing we can do. Get her."
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Fuu was being pulled in the direction of Isabella's tent. The boy pulling her explained that Isabella was hold up in her tent, and she wouldn't come out to get on her costume, and she wouldn't let no one in either. Al was standing outside helplessly, the costume designer breathing down his neck.
"Fuu, thank goodness you're here. Could you please," he motioned towards the tent, "talk some sense into her?" By now a group of curious workers began to circle around, anxious for something to happen.
"I'll try sir.' Fuu whispered, eyeing the crowd, and then the tent.
"ISABELLA," Fuu shouted through cupped hands, "I don't know what you think you're doing, but I'm coming in." Mugen tried to wrestle her off of him, but everytime her reached up tp grab a steady hold, he only seemed to come in contact with fleshy private parts, and Mugen began to believe thats all she was.
He even tried to call out to Fuu, but he found he could barely even breath, let alone talk, and Isabella's breasts were about to suceed in suffocating him to death.
He heard her footfalls grow close, and due to lack of oxygen or fear, he felt as if he was going to faint.
"Hello Fuu," Isabella purred sadisticly. Fuu was just about to heave Isabella out of the tent by her feet when she noticed the tufts of wild brown hair sticking out over Isabella's shoulders.
"MUGEN!" she shouted, rasing her fists. "I-I-" Fuu looked around the tent, seemingly lost, then enraged again. "Fuck you." she finally growled, turned on her heel and stormed out, past the on lookers, the stunned Al, and the indiffrent costume desinger.
"Fuu what happened?" Al asked, before Mugen came racing out of the tent, dishelved, followed by Isabella who approached Al, sneering slightly.
"Well, wheres my costume?"
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An. Im sorry this is so short, and took so long to put out, but my comp broke down again. I had to reformat it, losing everything i had prepared for this chapter. I had to re write it, and as I did, I found I could only make it this far right now, and rather then delay it, I decided I'd cut this chapter into two. I'll try to get the next chapter up quickly, once I'm done mourning.