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sophswritingthings · 6 months

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girls girls girls - blue eyed samurai

pairing: mizu x f!oc

warning(s): okay there's no smut, but mentions of sex and prostitution in relation to madam Kaji's girls

tropes: sort of annoyances to lovers, first kiss, sort of canon compliant, sort of canon divergent

a/n: she/her mizu by the way, and also this takes place during the... 2-3 episode I think??? idk, I don't exactly remember I was staring at mizu the entire time. ALSO THE TITLE IS A FLETCHER SONG, GO LISTEN!!!!!

summary: mio, an estranged princess by marriage, finds herself traveling with a feisty samurai and her apprentice. when they find themselves among a brothel, mio takes the chance to ask some… questions.

word count: 2,171 words / 11, 869 characters

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mio waded through the crowd of people. she was wearing a pink/red kimono, the traditional look of a japanese woman. her hair was done up, gold pins stuck through it. though the bottom of her kimono was in rags, torn to shreds from running so fast. after mizu and ringo, that was. they'd found her in her desperate time of need. a high lady, she was. not a princess, no, but she was married off to be one. her husband-to-be was an abusive prick. and when she decided to run, she ran into mizu and ringo. they'd (thankfully) taken her with them. despite miss's pleas against it, ringo had broken her down, somehow, and she'd annoyingly agreed. "you do know you're going to a brothel," mio raised an eyebrow, her pretty red lips parting a bit as she walked beside the weary samurai. "I know where I'm going, princess," it was almost as mizu meant the word as an insult. a jab. a prick. a stab. though it didn't seem to wound her. "did you think I didn't?" she said in that raspy voice, looking at mio beside her through her round, tinted glasses. "do not put words in my mouth," mio narrowed her dark, deep brown eyes. her eyes were like pools of darkness, that held many a secrets behind their beauty. "I never said that. I would only think . . ." mio looked mizu up and down, "that you would not go inside a brothel to receive their services." "and you would find yourself right," she hisses, the corner of her mouth twitching as they stepped inside the brothel. mizu did not bother to hold the door for her, making mio stop in her tracks. . . . not that she expected it, mizu was a difficult person. mio pulled the door open herself, holding it for ringo to step inside. after he did, he thanked her kindly, smiling brightly. mio nodded, stepping inside. "I wish to speak with madam kaji," when mio heard those words, her body stiffened. the man whom mizu was speaking to seemed unimpressed by her aggressive nature, her tone. "madam kaji's clients make appointments before they come barging into her brothel, demanding her services," he scoffed, his arms folded over his chest. his sleeves rolled up slightly as he did so. "I am not here for her services," mizu eyes were narrowed to slits, as they always were. no change there. "I said I wish to speak with her. is that so damn hard?" "it happens to be," he rolled his eyes. "if you wish to wait for the madam, than you may. I suggest you take part in the services to.. hold you over." mizu rolled her eyes, pushing past the man at the front. mio offered him a smile and a kind apology, following her confidants inside. around her, there were many women, many men. most were stripped naked, providing what they were payed to do. pleasure. prostitutes, the men would call them. they were honest women providing honest work. mizu had settled in the corner of the brothel, on the floor. her back was against the wall, one leg propped up, the other stretched out. her right hand was rested on the floor, her other draped over her knee. mio settled down against the wall. not next to mizu, no, just near. she folded her legs, sitting with them crossed. a kettle and a few cups sat on a small table. the kettle had steam bubbling from the tip. "why don't the two of you drink," mio delicately grabbed one of the cups. the cups were not deep, yet they were wide, round. she poured some of the sake into one of the cups, passing it to ringo. he happily excepted her offer. "and you." mio eyed mizu, pouring another cup of sake. when she attempted to hand the cup off to her, she denied, putting her hand up. mio shrugged, "we will be here for a while, mizu," mio murmured, taking a sip of her sake. "madam kaji does not take her clients lightly, you should know this, if you know anything of her. it will most likely be hours before you can speak with her." "I am aware of this," mizu hisses. "and I can wait, princess. unless you can't?" "no, I can wait," mio murmurs, locking eyes with mizu for a moment. its quiet, as they look at one another. tension so thick you could probably slice through it perfectly.

"ringo,” mizu let her gaze now rest on her apprentice, sat a few feet in front of her. her expression did not shift, did not change. she gently titled her head back, leaning it against what looked to be a wooden door frame. “you could go and look around. In fact, you should.”

mizu's words were firm, as they always were. but they seemed to have… a different meaning behind them. that was probably just mio's mind running in circles though.

“oh- um, sure, master.” ringo collected himself to his feet. he glanced between mio and mizu before making his way out of the brothel.

“hmph,” mizu let out a little sigh.

“he’s a good apprentice, you know,” mio murmured, her eyes drifting back to mizu's figure. “he respects you. you can tell.”

“I suppose he is,” mizu muttered, her voice trailing off. she seemed to have thoughts swarming her mind.

“something on your mind, mizu?” mio arched an eyebrow, raising her cup to her mouth. she gently parted her painted red lips to allow the sake to come through.

“nothing of your concern,” mizu narrowed her eyes again.

“hm,” mio hummed, allowing her muscles to relax against the wall. “you should drink, mizu, I’m not sure when the last time I saw you do so.”

“why does it concern you,” mizu let her eyebrows press together in an aggressive expression. “princess?”

mio simply ignored her hostility. she hadn’t been with them for long, but she'd gotten used to mizu's demeanor quick.

“because I don’t want you to die, is that so bad?” mio sighed. she took the kettle in her delicate hands once more, pouring yet another cup of sake. “drink.”

mizu gazed the woman up and down, from her torn kimono to the golden pins stuck through her hair. she slowly reached over, her hand steady yet twitching. she let the cup slide into her hand, gently brushing mio's fingers with hers.

mizu looked hesitant to drink the sake placed in her hands.

“I didn’t poison you, mizu,” mio muttered, glancing over at her. though she seemed a bit flustered from the sudden touch. “If that’s what you're thinking.”

“I wasn’t,” in an instant, as if to show her confidence, she raised the cup to her lips.

mio couldn’t hold back a gentle, breathy laugh, “you're something,” she whispered, almost too quiet for mizu to hear. mio couldn’t help herself; her eyes traveling up and down mizu's figure. it was nice to look at, sure. strong legs to a pretty face, even prettier under those orange tinted glasses. people thought those blue eyes of hers made her a demon.

mio thought they were gorgeous.

“you're doing the thing again,” mizu hissed, her voice coarse and raspy.

“what thing?” mio questioned, taking another sip of her sake. she very well knew what she had been doing, and that she'd been——wait, did she say again?

“the staring, the eyes,” mizu seemed unimpressed yet mio could see a hint of fluster under that “disgusted” expression.

“is a woman such as myself not allowed to look at the handsome sight in front of me?” mio questioned, her gaze firm yet gentle on mizu's eyes.

“enough,” mizu placed her hand up, telling mio to back down.

mio was not letting a slim, rare chance slip through her fingertips like flowing water.

“you're obviously flustered,” mio murmured.

“drop it, mio,” she let her gaze drop onto mio's face, her expression cold and colorless.

“tell me, mizu,” mio mustered up every bit of courage she might have just to ask one, silly question. “have you ever kissed a woman?”

mizu froze at the question, her entire body stiffening, “do you think I’d just offer answers about myself to you?”

“it was a simple question,” mio narrowed her eyes a bit. “and If you're not flustered, as you say you are, there should be no problem answering it—should there?”

mio's words were almost like a challenge, to the samurai.

and she knew mizu was not one to back down form a challenge.

“fine,” she conceded. “no. I haven’t. is that the answer you were looking for, princess?”

mio looked to be satisfied with herself, “that'll do, yes.”

“now,” mizu's expression shifted a little, to one that was a bit playful, a bit smug, if that were a way to describe it. “how about you, princess?”

“hm- oh, I- it was a question for you, not for me-“

“I answered one,” mizu countered. “why not you?”

mio stared at her for a moment. she would play into this little game they were playing, if it lead to what she wanted, “fine, okay,” mio folded. “I have not, either. only my prick of a husband. and, may I add, that was not very good.”

mizu scoffed, “I wouldn’t think it was,” she mumbled.

“one last question for you, mizu,” mio let her eyes meet the samurai’s once more. she managed to muster up every prick of confidence in her body again; taking a deep breath before speaking again, “would you kiss me?”

mizu’s entire body stopped, looking like a statue of a samurai pressed against the wall. surprise twinkled in her eyes before she adverted her gaze, not bothering to look at mio.

“that’s completely out of line, mio,” that was the first thing she said— because, of course it was. “no. no.”

mio’s heart shattered when she heard that one little two letter word.

no.

“oh- I- um,” mio’s voice was barley audible. that little spark that she had, that little confidence, it seemed to die, just at that word. “th-then, erm, forget it. forget what I said, I- wasn’t really serious, anyway.”

mio wasn’t completely serious.

she just wanted to protect herself from getting hurt.

mio was gathering herself to her feet, picking up the shredded kimono that danced along the wood ground. “I.. think.. I-I’m gonna go.”

maybe she could just stay with madam kaji. not that she wanted to leave mizu, or ringo, for that matter, traveling with them when she had gone and done all this . . .

mizu didn’t say a word to her. she was just quickly gathering herself to her feet, turning on her heels to grab mio’s small, soft hand.

mio’s pale face flushed pink. mizu pulled her a little closer, just to allow her arm to relax. her thumb, the skin coarse, rubbed against mio’s palm.

“I never said I wanted you to go,” the samurai murmured, for once her voice was warm, her expression shifting to something.. soft. something she’d never seen from a warrior such as mizu. her gaze flickered from mio’s hand to her dark eyes, “did I?”

“you . . did not.” mio adverted her eyes. not that she didn’t want to look at the pretty sight in front of her; she was just too embarrassed to do so.

“so then,” mizu’s voice was quiet and gentle, flowing like honey. “why are you leaving, princess?” the grip she had on mio’s hand was pulling her closer, and by the time she had the chance to speak again, she was pressed again mizu’s chest.

mio’s mind was reading a million miles a minute, her heat pounding like a freight train against the tracks.

“so . .” mio fully pressed herself against mizu’s chest, able to feel all of the tight, tense muscles inside. “that was not your true answer to my question?”

mizu lent down, her lips inches from mio’s. they were parted slightly, ready to speak to the girl once more.

“indeed it wasn’t,” mizu murmured, her eyes flickering to mio’s lips. her free hand slunk under mio’s chin, tilting it up slightly, “may I?”

mio gave a slow, steady nod.

mizu closed the gap, taking in a sharp breath when their lips pressed together. her hands snaked into mio’s hair, removing the gold pins that were holding it in its updo. her black locks fell on her shoulders, cascading down her back like free ocean waves. mizu ran her fingers through the now free locks.

“now,” mizu murmured, still holding the back of mio’s head, her fingertips gently caressing her hair. “was that up to the princesses standards?”

“considering I didn’t believe I was going to get one in the first place,” mio laughed, fiddling with the strands of midnight hair that now fell on her shoulders. “it was wonderful I’d say.”

“hmm. well, good. I have the feeling you’ll be getting a lot more.”

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a/n: GIRL KISSER GIRL KISSER. in all honestly I hope you enjoyed it :) the next ones with still be “x oc” as of now, just while I get used to writing these fics!! than it'll switch to “x reader”. just imagine your mio 😭

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