Preттy raѕcal [Sᴀᴍᴜʀᴀɪ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘʟᴏᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

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The heat was absolutely unbearable.

It had the normally breathable yukata that adorned the brunette, imitating a slimy second layer of her own skin. Sweat dripped from every pore on her miserable pale body, and it hardly helped that her companions seemed to be perfectly fine, well that is besides a frowning Mugen. But, he hardly counted in the department of consideration. Which led Fuu to skim over the form of the more composed ronin in their trio.

Jin, pale and always seeming to be beating someone in a mental game of chess; came into her line of sight. His walk was firm and confident in the way that samurai carried themselves, but seeing the two beads of sweat collaborating on the right side of his face had Fuu second guessing his immunity to, if not , all the things he faced. Despite the obvious discomfort of walking under the bright orb of heat, he seemed unfazed as he continued to keep a mildly brisk pace. Not once complaining about the heat as he lead the trio.

On the other hand there's him, she frowned.

Chocolate hues darkening in annoyance when they reached the unruly form of her main tormentor. Scarlet happi resting haphazardly on the horizon of his broad shoulders, on him the sun seemed to find greater amusement in gleaming over him. Given the intense sweat that gave him a sheen coating, she assumed, most of his exposed skin. His lips pulled into a frown, brows furrowed in the same shine of rebellion had her holding back a snort. That hardhead would probably pick a fight with the sun, she could see it now. Mugen spewing curses at the giant celestial body, hand swinging his dual-ended sword in the air; standing by himself as he ruined his eyesight to pick another fight with someone he deemed worthy of a slaughter.

Squinty-eyed and pissed; surely fit of an image for that jerk!

Lost in her own imagination, she didn't notice that in the midst of the humid air that hung on the three weary travelers struck her own cute giggle. Even though, the root of her amusement remained far from innocent nor something the bearded vagabond would remotely approve of.

Obviously, he let his own thoughts be known regardless, of who heard. What the hell is that broad thinking of now?

''Hell, ya laughing for? '' He scowled, eyebrow cocked as he turned his head in her direction. Disregarding, the way his stride had slowed down so he would stand slightly ahead of Fuu, far enough to still hear her but close enough to laugh at her if need be.

The dumb broad's known for that shit, he concluded as he shoved a pinky into his ear.

''Huh?'' Rocked back from a sun-burnt Mugen, feral hues met doe eyes as she questioned how she had gotten so close to the jerk in the first place. ''What do you mean?''

He snorted. Then proceeded to glare at her, eyes half-lidded in the signature 'I-know-damn-fucking-well-ya-know-whatta-mean' look he seemed to decorate his face with half the time Fuu tried to weasel her way out. So, she played dumb.

''I don't know what you're talking about, Mugen. Maybe,'' She huffed out in indignation, hoping he would catch the bait, but as per usual Fuu couldn't leave it at that. ''..If we had stopped at the town I told you to, we wouldn't be under this heat!'' She lowered her voice, tones of mockery slithered to the tip of her tongue as she spoke. ''You wouldn't be out here, imagining things either!''

She swore she heard Jin let out a small chuckle, gone just as quickly as the wind picked up in hurry of whisking away his break of character. It still felt like a win, so she mentally cheered for herself.

Too bad Mugen was a sore loser.

''Fuck off, bitch.'' He grunted, stride growing longer as his geta-clad soles thundered down the dirt path. To hell with that brat, he mused as he decided to ignore-for a ridiculously short second- the hormonal teen that enjoyed to get on the last bit of nerve he owned. So, Mugen did what he always did when the kid acted up.