kasumifuu:

mugenisinfinity:

Mugen was listening when she spoke of how ‘nice’ this place was. He’s heard that before, ‘Oh hey this is nice!’ ‘Oh it’s really nice there!’ ‘This is so nice!’ then what happens? A load of shit and Mugen is involved right in the middle. But she sounded different this time around, like she wasn’t lying to him about something. It was freakin’ weird.

The ocean wasn’t a big deal, but it was where Mugen always felt comfortable, it was most of what he knew, after all. He stretched in his seat having eaten while she continued to coax him into something he more than likely wasn’t interested in, and then.

We.

Why was he getting pulled in to her random shit anyhow?! They specifically dodged one another all that time ago to go on their own paths. Even so, the mention of ‘we’ had that seem feel like he was again attached to this chick for whatever reason. By the time she came back with whatever she decided his drink was he had an answer.

Looking up at her, his brows furrowed, and he gave a nonchalant shrug. “Whatever, just let me know when we gotta be there.” It was something to do, and it got him away from the police who may try to catch him for being a vagrant anyhow. So screw it, why not? 

Her eyes grew.

“Really? Yes! I know how we can do it, too! Just sit tight for a minute and I’ll be right back!”

She bolted up again from her seat, attempting to rein in her excitement just as she entered the kitchen where her boss was fanning the grill.

“Can I ask you for an itty bitty favor?”

“If it’s about free food, then no,” he said, flipping a fish on the grill.

“Not this time!” she denied with a shake of her head. “It’s … about your boat, actually.”

“The boat? Are you nu—”

“See, there’s this guy here that I know and I dunno when he’ll leave so I wanted to go out on it tonight before he runs off and I never get t—”

“You love this guy?” Her boss was staring at her full-on now, skeptical.

“No!” she screeched, a flush rising in her face, “that’s gro— uh …” Well, actually, if she thought about it, that wasn’t a bad excuse. Her boss seemed like a romantic, right? Couldn’t she play along just this once?

“Well, I mean … I always liked him when I was younger. Maybe I do.” With her face still red and her eyes downcast, fiddling with a strand of her hair, Fuu figured she could be famous with how good she was acting. “Please, just this once? He’s an expert at sailing a boat, I promise. This could be my only chance.”

He had turned back to the grill, and she was worried she was losing her chance. “An expert, huh?”

“Yes! He used to go out on them all the time!” As a pirate, of course, but that was information better left under the table. “He promised he’d take me someday, but we can’t go without a boat. We’ll take care of it, and I could even clean it up some—”

“Alright, alright, enough,” he waved a dismissive hand at her. “Just have it back in time for Hideyoshi to take it out in the morning. We can’t miss the good fishing hours.”

“Oh, thank you!” she gushed, throwing her arms around him with so much enthusiasm that it must have been the finale of her performance.

“Easy!” he piped, pulling away from her to tend the grill again with a sigh and waving a finger at her as she darted for the door. “Don’t be late.”

“I promise!” She flitted back out into the dining area and took up several customers’ dishes and payment, and she was still aglow with excitement by the time she plopped down again in front of Mugen.

“He’s letting us borrow it for the night,” she practically squealed, putting her hands to her cheeks. They were still pretty warm. “His boat, I mean. Wow, I can be really convincing, you know?” Cute girls were supposed to have that talent, she supposed. Especially cute girls that weren’t crafty and evil like the chicks Mugen and Jin liked to hang out with. Men were such total idiots sometimes.

He had completely forgotten who the ‘he’ was in the midst of finishing his plate and gave Fuu a passive nod. With a sigh of relief and a pat of his stomach he got up and stretched. “You, convincing?” He laughed amidst his stretching, touching the tips of his fingers to the ground, then coming up to crack his back. “Well I guess that’s something you musta’ picked up on your own, you were never really convincing before. Huh- strange shit happens I guess.”

He shrugged, wondering if the other ‘strange shit’ would pop up any second now. Mugen was by no extent hopeful of encounters, but it was just an air of familiarity that’s continued to pop up since that dumbass Fuu let somebody dine-n-dash on her like that. It was just how things happened, there was really no reason to the rhyme but it happened.

“So uh, what now? Do you just leave work and bullshit for a while, or-” he was without direction as per usual, because regardless of if he were to admit to it, Fuu really did make all of the plans. He just kinda followed along since it was shit to do, something to pass the time, something different. This is usually where she would have some long-winded response to his words and then point randomly, he would shrug and oblige her by leading the way while scouting for food and stuff along the way. Time may have passed, but he still remembered it all quite a bit. ” Could be a little rough though, unless the cops forgot about my little…..tussle. We might have to kick some ass a bit. ” A grin at the thought of hurting people, especially if they were to start shit with him.