Of Silk And Lace
cap'n coree
Chapter Eight: A Spider In The Nest
Months ticked by like seconds for Fuu as she watched helplessly as Mame grew rounder and rounder. She was removed from all duty and spent her days lulling about the house growing aquainted with the luxury of boredom.
"Honestly, Kiyo, I've always worked. I always will work, this is just maddening."
"Shh," Fuu cooed, smoothing her hair. Fuu spent most of her free time brushing Mame's hair to keep her company. She never really needed it, because she had boundless time to keep herself tidy, but it was a comfort for Fuu. Fuu usually took her breakfast with Mame and Jin, before Jin went off to do his daily chores. Fuu had no energy to spare scorning Jin, when all her rage was directed at Erika.
Fuu would sit idly thinking of punishments for Erika to go through. She did the brunt of the house hold chores, took on all the seedy clients, and got the least amount of food.
Winter was setting in, Fuu could see it. Clouds hung in the air, ready to beat down upon the earth with intense fury, and Mame was ready to burst forth as well.
At any moment.
"Has it really been nearly 9 months?" Fuu asked, staring at her glass of tea.
Mame ran a hand over her stomache and nodded. There had been two more attempts on Fuu's life, each time Jin had been there.
"Just like old times." Jin sighed, wiping the blood of his sword.
Fuu glared, her hand around the hilt of her tanto, which was in turn run through the stomache of the man Jin just decapitated. "Not quite," she replied, but let him add it to the tally of times he saved her anyhow.
'I'm not a helpless little girl anymore.' She held her tounge.
"It's going to be a winter baby. Winter babies are quite." Fuu said, though she had no experince. It was just something she liked to think. Winter babies were quite and calm.Summer babies were wild and free. Spring babies were bouncy and happy, and Fall babies were wise. It was a theory she had when she was younger, and still dreamed of having a familly of her own. She wanted to have a baby for each season. As she grew older she tried to apply her theory to those she knew. "I bet you were a winter baby, Jin."
Jin simply "Hn'd" and went on eating.
Fuu pouted, "No fun."
Mugen was most likely a summer baby.
"I hope," Mame said, "It's a boy, so it doesn't have to.."
She didn't have to continue, Fuu knew what she was going to say.
"I'll make sure, no matter what sex it is, that it's taken care of." She took Mame's hand. Just like it's mother.
Mame often joked with Fuu that she was like the husband she never had. Fuu did everything for Mame herself, cooked, cleaned her room. She wanted to make sure it was all perfect, that there was no foul play. Erika didn't have time to conspire anymore, but Fuu still didn't care. She wanted to take care of Mame.
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Erika paced the alley. She had to be back soon, or that wretch would know something was up.
"Yo."
"You're late."
"You could have been more specific with where the fuck you wanted to meet me."
"You were drinking."
"Psssh."
"Look, the bitch is going to be out soon, to get a doctor for that little whore. She doesn't know, but I do, because I'm knowlagable with these things. Next week, the baby is going to be born. I want you to watch the whorehouse, but stay low. I can't have her expecting anything."
"Staying in town for a whole week? That's awfull expense, lady."
"I have the money." Erika hissed, handing him a pouch.
"Alright, but if I happen to need more.."
"That's all your getting."
"Pshh.. Fine but if I have to skip town coz' I can't pay the hotel bill, ya gotta do the job yourself."
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AN: I am sorry I havent been able to write. Im working 39 hour weeks at wendys.