Yaoi One Shots

Patterns (Mugen & Jin)

Patterns.

What comes to mind when you think of patterns ? Amazing colors ? A variety of threads and designs spread vividly across a canvas ? Or maybe life. Because how could we ever deny that life was the biggest confusing pattern that anyone would even begin to understand.

Mugen bobbed his head to the imaginary music playing in his head as he eyed a small Korean woman. He had been trying to make passes on her all night, but she was stubborn and wouldn't give Mugen the satisfaction he craved.

Jin simply shook his head and secretly watched from behind his book. He swapped his usual traditional ponytail for a regular waterfall of blue hair down his back. He didn't feel like screwing around with the tie today.

Fuu sat between the two men, playing with the rice balls on her plate. She debated on wrapping them up in a cloth because she knew they'd be running themselves ragged trying to find their next meal. Their famous reputation of dining and then running was starting to become annoying, and people didn't trust them in their shops or diners any more.

"Are you alright Fuu?" Jin asked out of curiosity as he tucked his small book into the folds of his kimono. Fuu gave Jin a weak smile and shook her head slowly.

"Sometimes I want to hurry and find him, but the other half of me knows that dragging you two along with me like Dumbbells against your will won't help me find him faster." Fuu paused and smiled sadly as her eyes started to water.

"But then I realize that I'm hopeless without you and Mugen, and probably would be somewhere raped, beaten and dead." She chuckled and Jin stayed silent as Fuu spilled out her feelings. He was never one to talk about his feelings, much less comfort someone about theirs.

Jin's eyes trailed to Mugen who was still trying to make a move on the small Korean woman. To the public eye, Mugen was a delinquent with a nick for vulgar language and loved to street fight. But to Jin, he had an interesting pattern. His loud and obnoxious mouth hid his shaky past that he half didn't remember, and half was to ashamed to talk about.

To Jin, Mugen's pattern was intricate, like a spiders web that he hadn't ever seen before. He was tough on the outside, but on the inside he was a man with to many feelings. He could agree that he was very mentally unstable, and probably would have ended up killed or in jail because of his conspicuous mouth.

And through all of these ordeals that Mugen has sunken into, Jin carried affection for him. He knew that he needed the care but would never admit it. It was probably why Mugen had to have attention from men, because he needed someone to be rough with him. Someone that wouldn't cry and tear up once he did something that he probably didn't want to control.

It's probably why he was so mean to Fuu. Because throughout the time that they had been traveling, she cared for him and he didn't know how to reciprocate her feelings. It was obvious that Mugen would still go out and have sex with women, or go and come back unannounced pissy drunk. That was expected, yet Fuu thought that she could smooth out his rough pattern. Jin still remembered the day where Fuu ran off for 2 days.

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"The sake here is terrible, where's the real shit?" Mugen asked loudly as he banged his hands against the counter of the run down bar. The woman behind it who was just a bit younger than Mugen looked at him with fear written all over her face.

"I'm sorry Sir that's all we have.." Mugen clicked his tongue against his teeth and sighed as he suggestively pressed a thumb to the hilt of his blade. "What shitty bar doesn't have good sake..should slit your throat you lousy bitch."! Mugen mumbled in anger as he lit a smoke.