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!”
end