Kamui and Fuma’s *cough* Love
by Crystalfate


“Noooooo!!” Screeched Kamui’s unusually high pubescent voice as he cradled 
Fuma’s head into his arms. Blood smothered Kamui’s hands and black trench coat. 
He hugged Fuma’s detached head closer to his face. Suddenly, there was a loud 
cracking noise, like a wooden stick breaking in half. It was Kamui’s mind! It 
snapped! A large stupid grin spread across his face.
“Fuummaaa.” He didn’t wait for his answer.
“Will you marry me?” Kamui paused as he grinned wide-eyed at Fuma.
“YAY!! Oh I love you Fuma.”
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*One week later somewhere in Tokyo, a small church gathered for a wedding 
ceremony*
“Dun dun du-duun, dun DUN dun duuun.” Hummed Kamui as he stood near the alter 
waiting for his ‘bride’ to come down the isle. The church hushed all accept the 
humming of Kamui, his thin voice radiating off the chambers of the church.
Fuma’s head was placed at the end of the isle with a long flowing veil on his 
head. The crowd turned and looked at Fuma’s head, his pupils the size of a pin 
drop, and the skin on his face was starting to crust, and drip off. A random man 
sitting on the back row, went behind Fuma’s head and gave it a hard thrust. The 
head went rolling side ways down the isle, Kamui’s eyes watered, and sighed, 
“Isn't he beautiful?”
The priest cleared his throat as his sweaty palm flipped through pages of the 
ceremony book.
Chunks of dead skin caught on the carpet and Fuma’s cheek was ripped off showing 
his jaw line and teeth. The head continued to role and hit the priest's alter, 
THUMP. The preacher coughed. “D-do you.....Kamui take this...... rotting head as 
your wife?”
“YES!!” Echo echo echo...
The preacher coughed again, “Do you.....rotting head, take this man as your 
husband?”
There was a long silence..... then Kamui whispered in a rather high voice, 
“Yes.”
“Yeah ok now Kamui, you may kiss the.....thing...” 
The beam on Kamui’s face had enlarged to a huge brainless grin as he grabbed the 
rotting skull, with a missing cheek, and pressed his lips against Fuma’s 
cracking blue lips.
Fuma’s jaw fell off and hit Kamui’s shoe. 
“Aww honey, your dropped something.”
The priest went pale.
Kamui glanced back and whispered over his shoulder, “It must be a woman thing.”
The priest took a sip of liquor, and um.. went bowling or something. 
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“DoN’t Be AfRaId LiTtLe WiFe.” He spoke, his incoherent words spilled out like a 
thick jellylike mass (well more like the muck from the bottom of the pond...ah 
well).
The head lay on a pillow, still the veil wrapped around it. Fuma’s eyes sagged, 
lips peeled off, and a horrible stench invading the small hotel room. 
Kamui unbuttoned his tuxedo, carefully placing it out the window. Sleeked back 
his hair, and climbed on the edge of the bed.
“Well wife, don’t you have anything to say? You’ve been rather speechless 
lately, cat got your tongue?” Kamui slinked rather seductively to the side of 
the Fuma’s head, and whispered senseless word to his pale ear. He showered 
kisses over the rotting flesh and then captured Fuma’s lips.
He backed away slowly, pressed his fingers against Fuma’s dried lips and parted 
them.
“Oh I see my love, your tongue must have rotted out somewhere.



And you know what reader? this fic is getting to morbid for me, so im stopping 
there, you can finish it if you like *shudder* but that whole rotting head thing 
is getting me to gag.