Big Top Blues
cap'n
Chapter Eight
"Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess,"
Al's voice rushed over the crowd, and adrenline filled Mugen as he watched Fuu step onto the tight wire. He hadn't been able to reach her, but maybe things could be worked out after the show, right now Mugen was concerned about missing his cue. Al ran through the opening speech, while Fuu performed complicate manuvers on the wire, awing the crowd. Every movement was laced with emotion, and Mugen was even astounded. She was beautiful up there. He could almost see how those goof balls would be so moved as to write poerty about her.
Al came to the part of the story introducing the Prince, and Valjean rode in on an elephants back. Fuu lowered herself down to him by a rope and joined him on the elephant. Act's passed in a blur, and before he knew it it was time for his apperance.
He was ontop of a balcony when, a platform having been built specially for the occassion. He stepped out and grabbed ahold of the rope infront of him, posing dramatically, or as dramatically as his pride would allow, before swinging over to Fuu who was standing on her own balcony across the tent. There was a long theatrical performance on the 'swings' as Mugen refered to them, where Mugen and Fuu were suppose to be "communicating a deep feeling of longing". Mugen had come to kidnap Fuu, for the ransom, while Fuu was trying to escape from her fiance, whom she did not love. The moment they saw eachother they were suppose to "fall in love", so deeply that Mugen betrays his friends, and attempts to run off with Fuu alone. Fuu, Mugen thought, was doing a poor job of acting. Whenever Mugen touched her, her face screwed into a scowl and she muttered curses under her breath, but still the audience seemed to buy it.
Mugen felt much more at home in the 'fight scene', where, to his great delight, he was paired against Valjean. Even if it was planned, and every swing he made with the fake sword couldn't hurt him, it was still satisfying to pretend to hit him.
At the end Mugen and Fuu were to spend a "special moment" together, a kiss. They hadn't practiced it before, Fuu always coming up with one excuse or another, and Al never pushed it.
"After all," he would say, "It can't look rehearsed now can it? No, love rarely is."
Mugen was more terrified then, as he held Fuu in his arms, the audience watching his every move, Fuu trying hard not to scream, then he was the first time they put him on the trapeze.
Mugen leaned in, his lips landing on Fuu's akwardly, and despite the sharp pain in his shoulder, where Fuu was digging her nails, he let them linger there. A stinging sensation spread through his body, waking every nerve, as Fuu took his lip between her teeth and grinded, trying to hurt him. The effect was quite the opposite however, and Mugen was afraid in a moment that the whole audience, which was filled with mostly children ages 6-12, would be treated to a glimpst of his 'excitment'. Trying to avoid such complications, he was sure Fuu wouldn't be too happy about it either, he pulled away and bowed deeply, thinking of every unarousing image he could muster.
The crowd went beserk, and Fuu followed suit, bowing along side Mugen. She even took his hand and lead him in another bow as the other performs filled out and took their own. Isabella tried to worm her way to the front, but instead was blocked by the elephants who were trained to bow themselves, which treated her to quite a lovely smell.
As the audience left, the performs confined to the tent until the last customer was gone, Fuu turned to Mugen, her teeth grinding viciously.
"Mu-"
Mugen cut her off, seizing her by the hips and pulling her towards him. Once more he planted his lips on hers, his tounge wiggling its way through her teeth to give her own a long stroke. Fuu pulled back before he could enjoy it anymore, staring at him with a mixture of shock and horror. He expected her to scream, to hit him, but instead she spun around and stormed out of the tent.
Valjean was approaching, his whole face twisted with rage, shouting something about "The show being over" but before he could reach Mugen, Al was taking him by the arm and leading him out of the tent.
"Great job! Great job, you know I had my doubts about you, I did. But Fuu convinced me that you were quite flexiable, perfect for the job, and I'm glad I trusted her." Mugen felt something like guilt squirm in his tummy. "Also, well, I noticed theres some tension between you two, and I think it may be due to the fact that you have to live together-"
"No, we lived together for months on end-"
"But that was then and this is now, Fuu's not a little girl anymore. She has her own life you know. I'm not sure I know what the relationship between you two is now, but I'm pretty sure she's so upset because she's afraid she'll loose her independence. So I have a soultion."
"I don't think that's the problem."
"You'll sleep here from now on!" He motioned to their destination, a small, drab tent. Mugen looked inside. It was dark, and bare, and it didn't smell of Fuu. It didn't feel like home.
"Don't worry, It won't last long," Al nearly shouted, excited.
"Hn?"
"I have some very exciting news, but you must promise to keep this a secret, sinc your Fuu's friend and Al, I feel you should know.."
Mugen was very intrested now, and was ready to pound it out of him if need be.
"Valjean told me tonight, before the show, that he had never seen someone as lovely as Fuu and he," Al was bursting with excitment now, rocking back and forth on his feet, "HE INTENDS TO PROPOSE! Not yet but soon, he hinted that it would happen within the next three or four days. Ah- young love, isn't it so refreshing? And such a good omen. After they move in with one another, well, then you can have the bigger tent you shared with Fuu."
Mugen blanched, unsure of how to react to that. Valjean... Fuu? Did she know about these intentions. Mugen boiled inside.
'I bet she did, that little bitch, leading me on this whole time. Then getting all upset over Isabella, feh.'
Mugen threw himself down on the cold hard ground and scowled, hammering a fist on the floor every once in awhile to vent.
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His lip tingled where Fuu had dug her teeth into his lower lip, and he dug a finger in his nose to try and stem the warmth it brought.
AN: Sorry I havent updated of late. Work and school, feh.
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