Title: Fertile Fuu.

Author: Sun

Genre: Post-Manga (waaaaaaaaaay Post-Manga!), Romance, Smut, Comedy (if ya squint)

Rating: Adult+

Prompt: Temper, Temper

Word Count: 500

Summary: Years later, who knew the trio would be enjoying such a stationary life? Not their kids, that's for sure.

Warnings: Lotsa creative license… yo. And some sexy timez, a'course.

A/N: Haru is a Japanese male's name that can be translated to mean "sun." Hana is a Japanese female's name that means "flower." X) Thought that one was pretty smart o' me…

The sun was setting, and Jin sat at the edge of the cliff not far from the shack surrounded by sunflowers. A small child sauntered up the path, making his way to the samurai. As he came closer, a slight smile snuck its way onto the ronin's lips.

"You are tired of listening to your mother and Mugen bickering, Haru?" he asked the child, barely turning his head as the tiny footsteps grew louder and louder.

The boy was beautiful like Fuu but silent and contemplative like Jin. He sat beside his honored father, crossing his legs as he had been taught. His hair was long and ink-colored, but his eyes were those of his mother – large, violet, and filled with a brilliance that Jin knew was not only intelligence and wit but the life that Fuu and no other held.

Together, father and son sat side by side, watching as the sun faded over the horizon. Jin stood and began to walk back down the path, Haru following closely. Both were silent as they walked, already listening to the racket emanating from the shack.

"You are not teaching Hana that mess you call fighting!"

"Yeah? What're ya gonna do about it, girly?"

"Gah! Idiot! She's my daughter!"

"Well, she's mine, too! Or did'ja impregnate yerself?"

Jin and Haru walked in just in time to see Fuu flush a deep pink. Amused as always, Hana laughed loudly, and Jin turned to look at his son's twin. The girl also looked very much like her mother, but she had Mugen's wild hair and feral eyes. Mugen constantly bragged that she'd be a knockout when she was grown; he hoped to kill millions of suitors that dared to think of touching his daughter. "If only she doesn't inherit her mama's tiny tits," he'd say, a familiar glint in his eye as he perused Fuu's form beside him.

That usually got him smacked – repeatedly.

That was just how things worked in their "family" now – Mugen was always the one to rile Fuu up, and then it would be Jin's turn to calm her back down. Life was a rollercoaster in the shack surrounded by sunflowers on Ikitsuki Island, and Kasumi Fuu was the constant, it seemed.

That night, Jin and Mugen's eyes met, and there was that familiar, unspoken understanding between them. Together, they entered the bedroom and slid into bed with their woman – the only thing they would ever share.

Jin pressed himself to her front, kissing her deeply, as Mugen lined himself up behind her, his hands and lips and tongue and teeth wandering wherever they pleased. Fuu moaned and moved between them as they went to work relaxing and enticing her simultaneously. Finally, they both sank into her warm depths – Jin at her front, Mugen at her back.

Nine months later, Jin had another son.

"This next boy's mine!" Mugen had roared, grabbing his sword and daughter and flying outside, much to Fuu's irritation.

"Baka! Hana, ignore him!"

Jin smirked.