Business as Usual Sidetrack Three
wherein Mugen decides that Wii is for Weenies
by Laura Bryannan

Fuu followed Jin into the kitchen to help him fetch more drinks and snacks, as things were too crazy out in the livingroom. Yuki and Yatsuha remained, cheering Link as he battled fearlessly onward to save the Twilight Princess. Their excited cries carried down the hall, causing Fuu to giggle and Jin to roll his eyes.

“I don't get it,” she stated, “do you?”

“No, not really,” he admitted.

Suddenly there was a crack and an agonized roar. “Goddamn, fucking, sonofabitch thing,” Mugen cursed. There was much stomping and heartfelt groaning, eliciting more giggles from Fuu. “Sounds like he threw the remote again.”

They turned to each other, making growly faces. “I ain't gonna wear no fucking strap!” they said in unison.

“You should poke him,” urged Fuu, grinning. “I'll bet he'll say it again, he's pretty predictable that way.”

“Why don't you do it?”

“Nope, he's always nice to me. It will have to be you.”

Returning to the livingroom with refreshments, they found Mugen still pacing and complaining. “Man, I was gonna beat him that time too.” Yuki and Yatsuha's commiserations barely concealed their inner glee at the situation.

“Lose a boss battle, Mugen?” Jin asked, innocently.

“NO! No, I did not lose it,” he protested. “The fucking remote flew outta my hand, so it wasn't my fault.”

Jin glanced at Fuu, who was gazing at him expectantly, then tossed out the bait. “Why don't you use the strap?”

“I ain't gonna wear no fucking pussy strap!” Mugen snarled. “Makes me feel like I'm carrying a goddamn purse.”

He sighed and sat down on the couch dejectedly. “It's pussy to be fighting with swords like this anyway. I think I was born a hundred years too late.” Mugen raised his head to see the guys nodding in sympathy and the gals looking puzzled.

“Try more like three or four hundred years,” Jin corrected.

“Yeah, whatever.” Not wanting his sadness to catch, he jumped up, shouting, “Hey, lemmie show you something!” and sprinted out of the room.

Mugen returned with a most amazing sword. “Check it out. I made it when I was a kid from bits and pieces I...um...acquired here and there.” Jin reached for it and he and Yuki cooed in appreciation. “Now that I got money I own three really nice daisho, but this sword is still my favorite.”

Jin handed it to Yuki, eyed Mugen with a certain glee and left the room, returning with one of his katana. “This is lighter than my own, but it will do,” he stated. “Can you fight, Mugen?”

“As good as you, pretty boy.”

They came at each other in the middle of the livingroom, dancing around and over the furniture, as their friends shrieked and flung themselves out of the way. The joy of the fighters was immense, infectious, and the watchers found themselves enthralled despite the pandemonium. Finally the battle worked its way down the hall and there was peace again. Yuki stood to follow but Yatsuha pulled him back. “Oh, no you don't,” she warned. “They can get into enough trouble all by themselves.”

Yuki's eyes flickered with longing for only a moment before turning to the beautiful Yatsuha-san. Giving up one thing to gain another wasn't so bad, he decided.

“However do you manage, Fuu?” Yatsuha asked, chuckling but shaking her head ruefully as combat continued elsewhere in the apartment.

Fuu smiled. “I can tell you one thing. It's never boring!”

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